The One (Kuroko No Basket Fanfic)

First Day

My alarm clock sounds at 8:30 a.m. For me to go to school at Yosen highschool in Japan. I hated every minute of leaving my country of America but when your father gets a great job offer in Japan you just gotta go huh? Even after when your mother dies from a car accident and it's just me and dad, and I never wanted to be a bother to him about staying in America so I came with him. But even life in Japan has its perks, it still has basketball which was a surprise to me actually, and everything has a great corner to turn around, great opportunities. I stand up and look at myself from the mirror across my bed, my long red hair is tangled and natty in unreal corners, I look like a beast a very scary beast. I take a brush from my dress and gently start brushing each side of hair counting the strokes "one...two....three....four"

My voice is soft, so soft no one would hear except my dad and myself, when I was little my mom would do the same thing; count each stroke. So I became accustom to doing that during I brush.

I dress in the formal school girl uniform for Yosen highschool and stare at myself one final time, my red hair put into pony tails, my black skirt ironed to perfection, my body tiny to any other girl, I look like an middle schooler, tiny, barely Any boobs, and my skin ever so pale. But I didn't care because I was me and no one out there was like me. I picked up my bag and put it around my shoulder; walk down the staircase to my dad drinking his coffee at the Japanese table. He looks up at me with a soft smile.

"Are you hungry, Aria?" He says as I grab an apple.

"No dad, I'm just going to head to school."

"Do you want me to drive you?"

"No the school is only a block away." I say and kiss his forehead softly.

"Aria, be careful." He tells me, his eyes sad.

"I will dad." I leave the house without giving him another word.

Getting to school was an easy run, if I walked it would have been 30 minutes but I didn't feel like walking so I ran, and it only took me 15, easy time. I entered the gates of Yosen highschool, I'm a first year so that means morning announcements are the first thing for first years, but I was completely lost, I don't know anybody, and I was afraid.

"Any first year students at Yosen highschool please head to the field behind the school for morning announcements!" Some upperclass students yelled on the grounds, I followed some students to the field behind the school, I was an outsider, I looked to young, I was too small. How could I make friends here? Any friends? Anybody? No, I couldn't be thinking about stuff on the first day, who cares? I didn't care, I was going to be okay here, I wasn't going to be afraid not yet. I stood in the crowd of girls (we were separated by gender, boys on left, girls on right.). An older man, probably the principle, stood behind a podium and began to speak.

"Welcome new students to Yosen highschool, a new year has begun along with new opportunities. We hope that all of you will grow to become greater people then what my generation was, you are the new generation so become stronger."

The speech went on for an hour and I became lost in thought during the middle of it all, and we were finally dismissed and given out new schedule. Back in America, I was in all of the smart classes, I stare down at my schedule.

"First block Calculus B, Second block Japanese Literature C, Third block Japanese History B, Fourth block Business and Accounting C." I read aloud to myself. I wonder around the school until I end up with too many students showing me my way to classes, a few we're nice and very helpful, others were complete jerks and pretty much threw away my request of help. But the first day wasn't so bad, until lunch came around, I was the last lunch of the day so it was after my third block. I sit alone in a corner near a window and pull out my apple from this morning, it was sill fresh; I take slow bites. I sigh from the stress of being new, a transfer student that no one understands.

"Why did this happen...couldn't dad just have stayed in America?" I sigh and click my phone to unlock it, an old picture of my mother comes on, she holds me as a baby, I was a premature child because she was always so sick; my father took the picture. "I wish you were here mom, you'd know just what to say at a time like this." I lay my head down on my arm and look at the screen; she looks like me, long red hair, red eyes, a beautiful but tiny woman, but we are different, she wasn't afraid of anything or anyone. She was strong and independent, no one could break her. Lunch then ended, and I left the table, a few tears lay on the table when I left.

Business and Accounting was actually the easiest class of the day, it's counting money and being a hospitable person to other people, me being so shy at times, I could pass the class with ease.

"Now don't forget to sign up for clubs. The club sheets are posted outside every door on bulletin boards." My teacher says to the class, students start whispering to each other. I sit in the back rolling my pencil around on the desk, I was alone; I then felt a presence beside me, it was taller than me but not much taller. I look up and see a boy, black hair coming over his left eye.

"Are you alright? You seem lonely." His voice was calm and accepting, a smile spread across his face. I could barely speak, someone was talking to me, and Better yet, IT WAS A GUY.

"Y-yes I-I'm okay. Just a little shaken up, everything is so new to me here in Japan." I say my voice cracking as the words come out. The boy slowly slides his head to the side, the smile still there on his lips.

"Your not from Japan?" He says. I shake my head slowly.

"No I'm from America, San Fransico actually." I say. The boy still continues to smile, looking more and more stupid as he does.

"I used to love in America, I used to live in Los Angelus, a beautiful place." I begin to smile, finally someone who understands me.

"I've been there with my dad on his business trips, it's a great place." I say and look at you. The boy looks at you, staring the smile making him look more crazy then stupid now.

"My name is Himuro Tatsuya, what's yours?" He says now sitting on top of the desk next to mine.

"A-aria, Aria Smith." I say my voice ever so quiet.

"Aria, I like that name. So Aria, do you like basketball?"

My eyes began to grow and I smile happily.

"I love basketball! I used to play in America, I was on a team at my middle school before I moved." I say my voice is now louder, happier. Himuro's smile grew bigger, wider.

"Well there's a team here, and it's try outs day. Their also looking for an assistance coach, would you like to like to come? Maybe you'd like to coach if you like basketball so much."

"Assistance coach? That sounds like fun..." I look up to himuro, his eye (cause the other one was covered, does he even have one?) is bright with hope, happiness. "Id love to go." I say.

"Great!" He jumps off the desk and grabs my hand. "Let's go!" He pulls me and we run out of the classroom towards the gym.

"HEY SLOW DOWN HIMURO!"