黒子のバスケ: 少女選手?

Kuroko no Basket: A Girl Player?

Look, if you had, one shot, one opportunity, to seize everything you've ever wanted, would you capture it, or just let it slip?

Kotone and her friend Ryu walked through the quad where Seirin High school's club fair took place. She had checked out plenty of the clubs but they didn't interest her at all. She only had one thing she wanted in mind; basketball.

"Can you wait a minute Ryu-kun; I'm gonna go check out the basketball team." She said.

"Are you sure? Most members are competitive jerks." He said nonchalantly. She frowned.

"Shut up." She said a little annoyed, straying away. Ryu didn't like playing on teams, since he thought that people like that only train to show off. But her reason was purely to prove herself to everyone.

It was Kuroko's turn to man the basketball club's table. So far, there weren't any sign ups, until a girl with long dark brown hair came up and took a sheet. She didn't seem to notice him, even though he was right in front of her. She picked up a pencil, wrote down her name and left. Kuroko picked up the paper and saw that she had only written her last name, Makoto. He followed her.

As she began walking back to Ryu, she suddenly felt a hand rest on her shoulder. She spun around and was startled by the blue haired boy that tapped her shoulder. She panted from fright.

"Are you stupid? Don't go scaring people like that." She scolded. He ignored her and held up the signing sheet she filled out earlier.

"You didn't write down your full name." he said impassively. She crossed her arms, shooting him a glare.

"I'd write it, but my name's not unisexual one like Ryou or Hikaru." She replied simply. He gawked at her.

"I don't understand." He said. She heaved a heavy sigh and palmed her head.

"You really are an idiot are you." She insulted. "As soon as they see it's a girl's name on the paper, they wouldn't consider me." she explained.

"What is your name?" he asked.

"Makoto Kotone." She answered.

"You're pretty stupid Kotone-san." He affronted emotionlessly. She furrowed her brows.

"Huh?"

"If you think they won't let a girl play then what's the point of even signing up? Doing this only proves that you aren't confident in your abilities." he retorted. She felt the urge to smack him, but he was kind of right. She snatched the paper from his hand and wrote her full name, and her reason for joining. Kotone gave it back to him and left in a huff. He skimmed over the paper and erased her first name, thinking it would be for the best. The others had returned, but of course didn't notice him right away. He startled Riko.

"We got a sign up." He reported simply.

"Just one; oh well it can't be helped." She said taking the sheet from his hand.

"Makoto; where's the rest of his name?" asked Hyuga.

"Sh—"he stopped for a moment. "He must've forgotten. He was in a rush." Kuroko lied. Kiyoshi looked at the paper.

"Well, there's nothing special with this one; spent middle school in Ryuko Junior High in Tokyo." He continued reading what "he" wrote and saw the goal; to be better. He smiled. "We'll just see at practice how good he is."

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As soon as the school day was over, Kotone dawdled to the gym. She made it to the door, but was hesitant to even place her hand on it. She suddenly felt someone push her roughly.

"Don't just stand there like an idiot." Ryu told.

"Don't do that!" she yelled.

"Are you nervous?" he inquired. She paused, and searched for the right words.

"More like afraid. I have no clue to how they'll react to me." she responded with little confidence in her voice. Ryu beamed a smile and patted her head.

"Don't worry my dear imouto (little sister) even if you completely lose your nerves, Ryu-nii will cheer you up."

She scoffed. "Stop treating me like a kid. Thank you anyway." She acknowledged.

On the other side of the door, the Seirin Team waited in their gym uniforms and sat on the benches, waiting for their new teammate to show up. Riko tapped her foot impatiently.

"Don't tell me Makoto-kun forgot about his appointment." She said with a pout.

"I'm sorry I'm late." they heard someone say. They looked at the opening door. It was the dark brunette that Kuroko had seen earlier. They all gawked at her.

"W-what's your name?" Riko asked.

"Makoto Kotone." She answered. They all twitched with confusion and surprise. Riko grabbed Kuroko by his shirt.

"Kuroko-kun, you said 'he' you said it was a boy!" she said angrily but as quiet as possible through her clenched teeth. He didn't respond.

"I'm sorry Makoto-kun; there's been a little problem. You can go now." Riko said. It felt as if someone just jabbed her in the stomach.

"B-but, you haven't even seen my skills yet." She protested. "Are you not letting me join, because I'm a girl?"

"No, not at all; I'm sure your skills are decent but this team has been an all-boys team ever since, we just don't think you'll feel comfortable with us." Riko denied. It was all lies, Kotone thought.

"We should start practice now." Hyuga said, paying no attention to Kotone.

"Yeah you're right. Everyone, get going." She saw with the blow of her whistle. Kotone clenched her fists tightly as frustration built slowly inside her. She was used to being treated this way. Whenever she wanted to play with her brother and their friends, they hardly ever handed her the ball. In junior high, they didn't offer real basketball to girls. But now, she wasn't even offered a chance. She could no longer take it.

They began doing a practice game; first years vs. second years as usual. Koganei passed it to Hyuga, who then passed it to Mitobe to execute a hook shot. With no warning Kotone was suddenly sprinting on the court. She sprang high into the air and interfered with Mitobe's shot. She smacked the ball down and it went bouncing across the court. The others went for it, but again she obstructed them. Kotone speedily dashed across the full court, dribbling the ball and then executed an overhand lay-up. The ball hit the backboard and went through the net smoothly.

Everyone stood silent. Sweat dripped down from her forehead and rolled off her chin. Her feet returned to the ground and she shot a cold look at the coach.

"How about now; are still refusing to give me a chance?" she retorted.