Hello and thank you for clicking on this story.

I really shouldn't be starting stories without finishing my other fics but from time to time I need to move onto other things for a while and start something new. I'm fairly new to Kuroko no Basuke and haven't watched a lot of episodes but so far I'm loving it and apologies if it is OOC and sorry if I get some stuff wrong. Originally I intended to write an Akashi fic but I couldn't decide and ended up settling for Aomine.

Summary: Aomine's mom is fed up with her lazy son and decides it's time he gets himself a girlfriend who can hopefully change his ways. But Aomine decides to take matters into his own hands...by finding himself a fake girlfriend. Aomine x OC.

Disclaimer: Don't own KnB

Warnings: Apologies for any OOC but Aomine might come across as shallow and is also a very hormonally-challenged guy in this fic. Also, stereotypical portrayals of cheerleaders.

AND SO IT BEGINS

"Kagami Taiga!"

"Aomine Daiki!"

"Kagami Taiga!"

"Aomine Daikiiiiiiiii!"

"Kagami Taigaaaaaa!"

As usual, Mei and I are bickering about who is better – Kagami Taiga or Aomine Daiki. I'm Team Kagami. Mei is Team Aomine.

But then Mei said: "Hey, do you think Kagami Taiga likes girls with big boobs?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Well, I heard Aomine Daiki likes girls with big boobs."

"...And?"

"... If I wear a push-up bra, do you think he'll notice me?"

Good gravy. Not this again. I resisted the urge to throw myself out of the window and instead, rubbed at my throbbing temples; at the same time, Mei who was sitting opposite me began to casually cup her chest with both hands, trying to bring forth her non-existent puppies by squeezing them together. It was quite a disturbing sight so I quickly stopped her before it was enough to burn my eyeballs out of their sockets.

I honestly don't know why every girl in our wretched school fawn like crazy over the guy. "You know, I've just heard bad stuff about him; he's never on time, his grades are awful and he reads sleazy idol magazines in class." I said. I quickly spare a glance around the rest of the classroom at the other girls. Good, they haven't seemed to have heard my comment. Throwing a glimpse at the clock, my eyes widen, "Crap. it's almost time. Gotta go."

"Risa again, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Do you have to?"

I nodded.

"...Alrighty, I'll see you later."

See ya."

I left my seat and classroom promptly and headed towards the direction of my locker, unlocking it and grabbing my rucksack. I didn't want to go as much as Mei didn't want me to go but I don't really have a choice. With my bag slung over my shoulder, I rushed down the hall and down the stairs, weaving through the students in my path. Along the way, I stopped at a vending machine and purchased a melon soda. I head towards the gymnasium where I could hear loud, echoing noises from within coupled with inaudible yells and whoops and stuff like 'Nice pass!' and 'Nice shot!' and the squeak-squeak of sneakers against polished wood. Now that would be the basketball team, since they hold practice every Tuesday and Thursday along with the cheerleading squad.

Arriving at the girl's locker room, I unfortunately found it empty. Curses. Risa must be inside starting practice already. Eek. I really don't like this. I sprinted as quickly as I could out of the changing room and into the gymnasium where I spotted a large group of pretty, slender girls in tight black tank tops and pleated skirts, practicing various forms of pirouettes and flips. The basketball team are there too but on the other side of the massive gym and far away, although a few of the boys are ogling at the girls and vice versa.

"Sorry, I'm late, Risa-san." I said, bowing at the captain who was surrounded left and right by two other cheerleaders.

"I was wondering where you were, Tatsuno-san." Risa-san said; she reached over to her bag on the floor and pulled out a few books and notepads to me. "Here. Take this. It's to be done by Friday."

"Hai, Risa-san." I hurriedly scooped the pile of notebooks off Risa's awaiting hands and into my bag.

"Where's my soda?"

"Right here."

Risa plucked it off me. "Melon?"

"Hai."

"Is it Hatakosen?"

"Hai."

"Low-fat?"

Ooooh crap.

"Uh..."

"You idiot! You bought me the wrong one!"

She chucked it at me, and I instinctively dodged by sidestepping and the can dropped to the floor and bounced several times before coming to a rolling stop by my heel. If I was brave enough I'd pick it back up and throw it at her putrid, ugly, cakey face. But at that moment all I could do was gawk at the can rolling around before glancing up at an angry Risa-san. I said, "Gomen nasai, Risa-san, shall I buy you another one?"

"Ugh. No. I'm not thirsty anymore. Here, take these spare uniforms to the changing room and fold them – " A few pieces of Tōō Academy cheerleading tank tops and pleated skirts were thrust into my arms. Oof, they're quite heavy, along with the rest of Risa's homework. Risa added, "That will be all, Tatsuno; you can run along now. Come on, girls, let's practise! Let's go, Tōō, let's go!"

"...Hai, Risa-san..." With the clothes and books bundled in my arms, I spun on my heel to get away from the cheerleaders as quickly as possible although I could hear their sniggering behind my back.

"That's so pathetic."

"Risa's awesome."

"Oh my god, Tatsuno's like her little lapdog."

I closed my eyes as I made a beeline towards the exit. Deep breath... deep, deep breaths...

I felt a lot better when I had left the gym, and quickly headed inside the changing rooms and resisted the urge to dump the cheerleading uniforms onto the floor and give them a right good kicking. Instead, I carried them carefully over to an empty bench and sat myself down, stuffed Risa's homework into my bag, then began the menial task. I grabbed one skirt and began folding it, exactly as Risa had told me to. I was half growling and frowning the entire time, thinking of the terrible nasty things I wanted to do to the head cheerleader slash cheer captain, but really, what can I do?

Suddenly, the door opened with a squeak and I glanced up to see Mei poking her head through.

"Nana-chan! You're here." Mei skipped over and plopped herself down beside me on the bench. "Whatcha doin'? Oooh, lookie, cheerleader outfits." Mei grabbed one unfolded tank top and stands up, waving it around in the air. "Oh my god, these things are so tiny. I think they were meant to fit a five year old."

"Mei, put it down, I need to get these folded before practice ends."

"Geez, where's your sense of humor? You're such a stick in the mud." Mei said with a light scowl, "Hey, I got an idea. Why don't we try one on?"

My jaw dropped in shock. "What? Are you serious? We can't do that!"

"Why not? You know, I've always wanted to try one of these."

"Mei, stop fooling around. You either help me or – " Mei threw a tank top over my head before grabbing one herself, ripping off her school uniform to try it on. "Mei! Stop it! We're gonna get in trouble."

Mei giggled, pulling on the top before getting rid of her skirt to put on the pleated skirt. Once fully clothed, she began parading around the locker room, hopping and jumping around, "Oooh, look at me. Like, oh my god, I'm, like, a cheerleader! I'm perky and fine! So sexy and divine! Whoo!"

I watched. Then, I snorted with laughter. I couldn't help myself. As I began doubling over in laughter, snorting and cackling, Mei nudged the spare tank top and skirt for me. "Go on, try it!"

I've always wondered what it's like to wear one of these. It must be kind of...interesting. I don't want to be one of them but still... Cheerleaders are ridiculously popular...also ridiculously beautiful and physically fit. Every male student lusts after them, want to date them... I guessed at that moment in time of my immature teenage brain, morbid curiosity got the better of me and I glimpsed around cautiously. No-one will be back for a while because practice has just started. I knew for a fact that Risa was strict as hell and wouldn't let anyone off in the first half hour. I could quickly just try one uniform on and then take it off just to see what it feels like?

I don't see the harm...

Without further ado, I quickly stripped off my school uniform and pulled off the bobble that was keeping my hair in a high ponytail and shimmied myself into the tiny tank top and skirt and then Mei and I exchanged glances.

"Oh my gosh, this is so weird." I said, before we burst into peals of giggles. "You're right, this thing is tiny...and so tight. How can they move in these things?"

We walked over to the full-length mirror to look at ourselves, staring at our reflections. It feels odd wearing the Tōō cheerleading uniform. I feel so exposed and cold. I pulled at the elastic, stretchy material covering my butt but it felt like there was something constantly stuck up my ass. My god, how can girls dance and jump in these things? How can girls even parade in these tiny pieces considering I don't really have the confidence to do that. It's just so skimpy. The skirt is so short my panties are almost showing and the tank top is so tight, it's like as though my front might spill out.

Alright, guess I can tick this off my bucket list...although trying on a cheerleading uniform really wasn't on my list in the first place. Just wanted to see what it would be like, that's all...

"I'm gonna be Risa!" Mei suddenly exclaimed, before she cleared her throat and in a high pitched voice, she squealed, "Let's go, girls! Two, four, six, eight, who do we appreciate? Three, five, seven, nine, we will kick your scrawny behind! GOOOOO TOUUUUOOU!"

As I cackled with laughter, Mei grabbed the melon soda can from my bag and held it up. "I'm Watanabe Risa, I'm the super gorgeous but super bitchy cheer captain of Tōō Academy's cheerleading team. I don't eat or drink anything but low fat, sugar-free Hatakosen Melon Soda – "

She ripped the lid open.

And it's that moment when I instantly remembered it's the can from before which dropped to the ground and bounced a few good feet in the air. "WAIT!"

It's too late; a huge spray of bubbly soda exploded high into the air before splashing all over us. We shrieked, hopping and leaping around before Mei and I gawked at each other, wide-eyed. We're both drenched in soda. She quickly rushed to the showers and tossed the can into the bin. The changing room grew quiet as Mei returned, her face was as white as a ghost.

"Um...Sorry...Guess I got carried away..." She squeaked, whilst I stood trembling and shaking on the spot, "...Uh...Nana, say something...Nana-chan?"

"RISA'S GONNA KILL ME!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, "HALP!"

"I'll get some paper towels!" Mei rushed towards the toilets as I began panicking and squawking, "Shit, there's none left!"

"There's some in the janitor's closet!"

"I'll go get some!" Again, Mei is the first one to react, rushing out of the room.

"Mei, wait!"

Again, too late. Mei had already disappeared out the door. I hoped no-one would see her. I sighed inwardly and looked at the drenched cheerleading outfit. Shit, I've really done it now. I'm going to get in so much trouble!

And then the door opened again.

"Mei, did you – "

A hand roughly grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around.

It's not Mei - instead, it's a tall, sweaty-looking guy who stood before me, frowning. He had short blue hair and tanned skin. He was wearing the Tōō basketball jersey complete with shorts. It looked like he just came out in the middle of practice considering how sweaty he looked.

My eyes widened when I realize who this guy actually is.

Aomine Daiki? What is he doing here...?

I'm pretty sure it's him. Just in case, I squinted my eyes again for a better look.

I came to one conclusion.

My god, he's tall.

"The hell you lookin' at me like that for?" He barked. His voice was rough and gruff and I flinched slightly; suddenly his gaze strayed from my face and traveled down; I followed his gaze to see that he had inadvertently grabbed onto my bra strap because my shoulder was exposed. The force he used to turn me round had been far too strong and unnecessary that he'd also pulled the strap of the tank top and it was sagging down my shoulder.

"Ahhhh! Sekuhara!" I screamed and his big-ass tanned palm slammed over my mouth.

"Shh! Calm down! And quit screamin'!" He grunted, and I bit down on his palm and he let go, springing back, hissing and shaking his palm. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Me?" I spluttered in disbelief, "What the hell are you doing here?! This is the girl's locker room!"

He didn't meet my gaze, choosing to glance at the side and rub the side of his neck. "Yeah, I know. I knocked before I came in."

"I didn't hear anything!"

"I knocked pretty loudly. You deaf or somethin'?"

Maybe I was too absorbed in my thoughts to have noticed. For a moment, I'm a little shocked to reply. I couldn't believe it. Aomine Daiki is standing before me in the flesh and standing so close to me. He is in my class, yes, but he sits at the very back and I sit at the very front so I've seriously never even seen him properly before. I've also never spoken to him before either, just watched a few games, but even then it was from a distance. Up close, he's...well, tall. So very tall. It hurts my neck just to look up at him. However, those thoughts are quickly replaced with: "Well, you shouldn't be here; you need to leave right now!"

"Wait, hear me out first. You're a cheerleader, right?" Aomine said, still not really meeting my gaze however, "I...er..."

As he trailed off, I caught him throwing a quick glimpse at my chest before his eyes met mine, then he glanced away again. Even though he's fairly tanned and it was hard to see, I noticed the pink stain on his cheeks.

"I need to borrow one." He finished in a rather deflated mumble.

A million question marks were buzzing from my head. "What?"

"Tch, don't make me repeat myself!" He barked, "I need to borrow a cheerleader, alright? Or you. Only if you're up for it."

Uhh...whut? Had I heard right? From his words...what he wants... sounds very...wrong. "What do you mean, 'borrow' a cheerleader?"

He growled sourly under his breath. "Teme! Listen, it's exactly as I said, I need to borrow a cheerleader. For a week or somethin'."

This is a highly disturbing conversation. I should get out of here as quickly as I can. And where the hell is Mei?! "You've got it all wrong; I'm not a cheerleader."

My answer genuinely seemed to have surprised him. "N-nani?!"

"I'm not a cheerleader." I repeated flatly.

"Then why the hell are you dressed like one?"

My blood turned cold. "Um...ah...that's...er..." As I trailed off, he gave me a suspicious look in response, taking in the soaked and sticky cheerleading uniform and I quickly added, "Please don't tell anyone about this!"

As though piecing two and two together, Aomine suddenly grinned widely. He looked a bit like a cat, if I may add. An evil one.

"W...what...?" I croaked out.

"Fine. I won't say anythin', as long as you let me borrow you for a week."

My eyes widened to the size of saucers. I didn't like the sound of what he'd just said! "What? No way!"

"Fine then, I'm just gonna go and – "

"No, don't!" Automatically, I reached out and grabbed his wrist. It was thick and muscled, which had me gulping down the lump in my throat but I had also effectively stopped Aomine in his tracks. "Please don't."

He raised a brow.

"Why do you need to borrow a cheerleader anyway?"

Again, he glanced away, unable to meet my eye. He seemed flustered, maybe even more than I was. I found that somewhat strange, "Tch. I'll tell ya... but you need to come with me."

"...Right now?"

"Yeah."

"Please don't hurt me – "

"Che. What kind of person do you think I am?! I'm not gonna do anythin'!"

"But why me? You could ask someone else."

"Nah, you'll do. You're comin' with me."

Before I know it, Aomine Daiki had grabbed my wrist and was dragging me out of the changing room.

I wonder what horrific things lay in store for me from now on.