Chronicles of a Basketball Loving Redhead

A/N: Hello! This is my first Kuroko No Basket story, so I hope you all like it! Thank you for reading and if you see any mistakes in the story or have any ideas you wanna see in the story or just want to share, im always here to hear them! Please R&R

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN KUROKO NO BASKET ONLY THIS PLOT AND MY OCS! IF I DID OWN KUROKO NO BASKET THEN AKASHI WOULDNT HAVE CUT HIS HAR!

ENJOY!~~

Yo!

My name's Artemis Risho Arashi . I am 16 years old. I now live in the Akita district of Tokyo because my parents decided it was time for me to head to the mother country, as I call it. I'm living alone now because my parents are 'very busy business people' and they had to stay back in America for work.

I have a really pale complexion, longish red hair that's so red, it's unnatural. I have long bangs that cover my right eye ever since I let it grow in the last year of middle school. I have dark violet eyes. I am of average height, around 5'8, and weight. My current bust size is pretty impressive, if I do say so myself, since I am an F-cup, which is pretty strange since up until now I've been a late bloomer. In other words, I was pretty nearly flat chested until the last year of middle school.

The most important thing you should know about me? I'm a basket ball enthusiast.

Yup. I absolutely love basketball and have been in love with it ever since I started playing at the age of 12.

Enough about my looks for now.

This is the story about my first year of high school, and the idiots/dorks I met along the way

Getting to Japan

~Two weeks ago~

"Arty, honey. Me and your mother need to speak to you now" My Father called out from the kitchen.

Sighing, I stood from the living room couch and made my way to my parents, dread coursing through me. I came toward the kitchen and leaned on the wall, facing my parents.

My dad was a man in his late 30s, with livid red hair that was cut just above his eyes and a pale complexion. He had kind jade green eyes and his usual smile in place, but to me, it looked a little forced.

My mother on the other hand, had long, pin-straight black hair and bright purple eyes and a tan complexion. She sat up straight in her chair by the table, her features as regal as a queen's.

"Yes?" I asked nervously.

"Honey, your mother and I have come to a decision about where you'll be attending school this year" dad started to say.

I held my breath in anticipation. They weren't going to let me stay with them?! That was too much to hope for, but I, having a small ray of hope, couldn't help but think that maybe they wanted me to stay with them.

"We think it will be better if you return to Japan" My mother finished. I stared at them with my mouth hanging open in shock.

"Dad, mother... You can't be serious!" I shout after a long silence."Japan? Sure I can speak Japanese, but a different country? Why?"

My dad looks at me with sadness in his eyes, as if he doesn't want to send me away but has to."Honey, we think it would be better..."

"Better for who?" I cut in.

"Artemis!" My mother scolds.

I frown at them and sigh. What was the point in arguing with them? I'd still have to go to Japan anyway. I'd miss my dad a lot, and my mother somewhat but I really had no ties to America, despite having a basketball partner.

"Fine. On one condition" I say, raising one finger.

My mother stared at me warily but nodded." Which is?" She asked

"I get to choose the school" I replied, trying not to look smug.

You see my mother wanted me to go to these 'prestigious' school that had a lot of classes and programs. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to go to a 'bad' school, but the ones she wanted just never appealed to me.

My dad looked like this condition wouldn't be a problem but my mother glared at me.

"Artemis, I thought we.." She started to argue before my dad cut her off.

"Now, dear. I think it's a fair condition. Arty will be the one going to the school after all" he said. Mentally, I shouted 'GO DAD'

I grinned and said, "Well, if that's all..."

Mother quickly said,"While you're in Japan, we expect you to not slack off in your studies. No more pranks, young lady" in her scolding voice.

"Hai hai!" I replied in Japanese instinctively."It was only in the first year of middle school mother!" Which was true. Me and my best friend May, who had moved to another country last year, used to pull many pranks on people. Apparently my mother still hadn't forgotten.

With a nod from my parents, I quickly left the kitchen and went to my room. Better start packing, I thought.

'Well at least Japan won't be that weird, I've visited it a couple of times' I thought.

Oh how wrong I was.