She Is Not One Of Us | KNB FANFIC (GOMxOC)

E// KNB C.1: Introductions

Summary: Memories are triggered by basketball so who could these boys be?

The memories are strongest when I'm playing basketball, they always seem to flood back.

Standing on the court with the light flickering and for a second I was surrounded by darkness.

Then the court illuminated, and that's pretty much how I felt right now. Dark then light.

I started to bounce the ball and let myself remember.

"Just leave the house you're nothing but a nuisance. Got pack a bag and fly off, you got into that God awful school in Japan with a scholarship so go there, it's not like you are any use here."

My head began to throb, my throat closing up as I fell to my knees clawing at whatever my hands grasped at. Until a gust of wind caused a magazine to land at my feet and I snapped out of my hysteria.

'New Heir in the Kidston Household'

Glaring at the paper, I went to rip it until noticing a few quotes out in bold dotted around the page.

"Firstborn unable to look after business."

"A complete delinquent"

"kicked out of legendary team due to her drinking"

Not bothering to read the rest, I ripped it in half and let the wind carry the remnants along with my feelings.

Bouncing the ball a few times and then run to the hoop dodging imaginary defenders and jumping before I slammed the ball into the hoop, maybe a bit too hard.

I soon noticed something was wrong as in my hand the hoop now hung limply. "Sh1t," I muttered to myself pulling on my hair. Slowly placing the hoop on the floor and after noticing the basket storing the basketballs was across the court, I decided to save myself the track and picking up the ball, slowly bending my legs and jumped, shooting the ball into the basket.

"And the crowd goes wild." I announced and then followed the statement with whisper scream sounds as if people were watching me.

Jogging to the opening in the surrounding fence, I began to sneak away before walking straight into a short figure with red hair.

Groaning at the impact and quickly apologising only to look up and notice there was actually a group of people standing around.

Taking a step back, I straightened my hoodie, only for the short boy to bombard me with questions, "What is your name, you look familiar and what were you doing playing basketball on school grounds when the court has been closed?" 

 I smirked at him and running back to the court, I quickly scaled the fence and jumped, "That's a lot of questions and I would love to answer them." Turning to find the boys stuck behind the 7 or 8 foot fence I laughed, "But I'm busy."

I turned to be greeted by another boy, who looked at me as I returned the stare, before he let out a light gasp,"You can see me?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

From the other side of the fence a few boys let out shrieks upon noticing him boy before asking how long he had been there for.

His name. Kuroko?

"I need to get going," I went to leave before he grabbed my arm and shook his head, sending him a glare, I tried to get free before watching in horror as the boys caught up with us.

"Good work Testuya."

I struggled before a freakishly tall boy took over on keeping me still, his large hands placed on my shoulders, his eyes looking elsewhere.

"Answer the questions." The short boy seemed to enjoy giving orders.

"No." If looks could kill, I would be long dead.

Grabbing my arm he began to
twist, hard.

"You broke school property. I recommend you answer my questions."

"Charlie Kinmura and I'm new here so I didn't know I wasn't allowed to play." The weight on my shoulders lifted as I was released from both boy's grips.

"Charlie. Isn't your last name Kidston?" My eyes widened, maybe it wasn't as easy to change who you were as I thought it would be.

"Wait The Charlie? Who lead her team to be finalists." I looked at the blonde boy speaking and frowned, before nodding.

The short boy clapped his hands and the boys soon rattling off introductions before it came to Kuroko. Yet again the whole team apart from Akashi jumped out of their skin.

"How long have you been here for?" Shouted Aomine, a hand held over his heart desperately trying to stop the frantic beating.

I quickly tuned out and tried began to plan how I would escape when I noticed Akashi staring at me.

"You saw him?"

"Why wouldn't I?" I replied with a shrug.

He nodded and turned away.

"So I better be on my way." I took a step away from the team and went to leave when someone grabbed my hood.

"Not so fast. We are the Generation of miracles."

I looked at Akashi. Generation of miracles? That must be the name for the group of so called prodigies in Japan. I would love to put them in their place.

"You broke our hoop therefore you must join our team."

"No. "

"No? No one has the right to talk back to me?"

"No."

He lifted back a hand and I grinned at him. As he was about to slap me he suddenly stopped, a look of recognition flashed through his eyes.

"Char?" I blinked, there was something disconcerting at the way he had said my nickname that caused the hairs on the back of my neck to rise.

" Char-cchi's returned!" Kise shouted then he engulfed me in a hug, he was followed by the rest of the group. This confused me greatly, how come at the mention of my nickname they had all suddenly recognised me. And how did they seem to know me?

"Let's play a game?"

"If you want. 1 on 1?" Kise was about to nod when Akashi stepped in.

"No why don't you play 3 on 5."

I coughed before shaking my head.

"My say is absolute."

I gulped; we walked to the gym and then took out positions. Tying my hair up and pulling off my weighted sweat bands. However I refused to go all out on them just to win and out them in their place.

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