[Kioto POV]
"Haven't you heard of winner takes all?" I teased
"Mou, I don't think they mean it literally..." Ryouta frowns.
"Oh just shut up..." I mutter.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Where are you taking us again?"
"Ryouta?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up."
"Ok."
I brought them into a nearby cafe and sat down. We all bought drinks and casually chatted then I saw them come in.
"Darn it, why are they here?" I muttered to myself.
"Who?" Aomine and Kise asked in unison.
"The volleyball maniacs..." I thought to myself as I tried my best to sink down and not be noticed. It worked for a while until they decided to sit right next to us. God, tell me, what did I do to deserve this?
"Oh? Is that Kioto-chan~" I heard an annoying voice ask.
"Damn you, Oikawa," I growled at the chocolate-haired boy as I slid up and sat properly in my chair. He was practically the volleyball version of Kise, except ten times more annoying.
"Who are you bothering this time, Shittykawa?" I heard a voice yell.
"Iwa-chan, you're so mean~" Oikawa pouted.
As the pair bickered I looked over at the group of volleyball maniacs. "Why are all of you here?" I questioned as I analyzed each player.
"We're just having a get-together since nationals are starting." Iwaizumi answered.
"Who are you?" Oikawa frowns at Kise and Aomine.
"Oh, I forgot they existed." I bluntly state.
"Your so mean." Kise fake cries. "Anyways, I'm Kise Ryouta, a first-year at Kaijo High. I've worked as a model since I was a kid and I often get featured on Zunon Boy and also play basketball because I'm fabulous." He boasts.
"Fabulous my ass," Aomine scoffs, "Aomine Daiki, first year at Touou Academy and I play basketball."
I deadpan at their introductions, one was too what? Too "fabulous" I guess, while one was too boring. "Anyway, this is Alien fanboy, Poker-faced Volleyball Robot, Laughing Rooster-haired Hyena, Moody Owl, Scary Captain, and An Actually Normal Person." I state pointing at Oikawa, Ushibak- ahem, I mean Ushiwaka, Kuroo, Bokuto, Daichi, and Iwaizumi.
"Alien fanboy?"
"I'll take my name as a compliment."
"MY HAIR IS BEAUTIFUL, SHUT UP!"
"HEY HEY HEY!!"
"FOR THE LAST TIME, IT WAS HINATA'S FAULT!"
"Thank you."
The captains stared at me with mixed emotions at their new nicknames. "Oh yeah, I forgot two of them." I yawned as I reached to my left and grabbed two boys by their shirts.
"This is the volleyball freak duo: Hyperactive Tangerine is Hinata Shoyo, and Constipated Blueberry is Kageyama Tobio." I declared.
"OMG OMG OMG OMG KIOTO-SAN LIKE THE KIOTO OF THE LEGENDS OF PERFECTION THE TEAM THAT WON NATIONALS 3 TIMES IN A ROW?THAT KIOTO?" Hinata asked with shining eyes.
"Kioto. Call me Kioto, and yes, I am the Kioto you're talking about." I answer.
"What do you think of my sets? Do I toss too low? Too high? Oh, should I toss faster?" Kageyama asks.
I sweatdropped as the freak duo continues to bombard me with questions until Daichi tells them to shut up.
"Why do they get normal names?" Oikawa complains. Dude.
"Unlike you, they're actually decent human beings." I counter.
"Kioto-chan, so mean~"
"Kioto. Just Kioto, drop the "-chan" or I'll crush you."
"Ne, Kioto, I can sue you for copyrights." A voice said behind me.
"Just don't tell anyone," I said handing the tall teen a chocolate bar without looking back.
"Deal."
"This is Murasakibara Atsushi, first year at Yosen High, and plays basketball," I tell the dazed volleyball players.
"How tall are you?" The short tangerine head asks amazed.
"208 cm." The giant mumbled, munching on the chocolate bar.
"2-208.." Everyone except Aomine, Kise, and I stutter in amazement.
"Oh? What a reunion, leaving me out?" A redhead muses followed by Carrot- I mean Midorima.
"What the heck?? Why is everyone here?" A girl chirped.
"Hah? Hina, Kuroko, Momoi? You're here too?" I ask. Can I just ask, what happened to my life?
After introducing and sorting out this, how do I put it? Catastrophic meeting? Anyways we decided to go to the Touou gym instead of having around 15 people cramped in a café.
Suddenly I thought of the *best* idea ever. I smirked and dialed a number on my phone.
"Hello? Ayame? Well, I got this idea..." After explaining my *amazing* plan, I turned toward the teens.
"Oi! Volleyball idiots! C'mon, you're gonna try out basketball!" I yelled.
"How do you play basketball?" Oikawa chirped.
"Hina will teach you guys," I answered.
"What about us?" Kise asks
"Just wait a bit Ryouta, they should be coming soon," I said glancing at my phone. I told them to warm up while we waited as I leaned against the wall closing my eyes.
Kise Ryouta: Skill; copycat, Physical; High; Mental; Higher than average, Creativity; High, Strategy; Average, Trust; Average.
Aomine Daiki: Skill; Speed and Zone, Physical; High, Mental; High, Creativity; Higher than average, Strategy; low, Trust; Average.
Midorima Shintaro: Skill; High shots, Physical; High, Mental; High, Creativity; low, Strategy; High, Trust; Average.
Murasakibara Atsushi: Skill; Height, Physical; High, Mental; Average, Creativity; Low, Strategy; Low, Trust; Average.
Akashi Seijuro: Skill; Emperor's eyes, Physical; higher than average, Mental; High, Creativity; High, Strategy; High, Trust; Low to Average.
I sigh as I finished quickly analyzing the five, they have great skill but lack creativity because they cut out their freedom of teamwork and trust. I tilted my head down as I heard my phone vibrate.
"We're here." Just as I finished reading the text the gym door opened to reveal my teammates.
"Konnichiwa." Ayame greets.
"Yo!" Rin grins spinning a ball on her finger.
"Kioto! Hina-chan!" A bluenette teen chirped.
"I want to sleep..." A brunette-haired girl drawled in exhaustion.
Now in total, there are 11 girls (including Momoi) and 14 boys in the gym (Iwaizumi left).
"Huh? Why are they here?"
Ayame and I smirked in unison.
"Sports Mix-Up Begins Now!"
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