== A.N. ==

I've got a new story!

And I've made an OC (: D)

It takes place in a slightly modified AU

Don't worry I'm sure you will notice the changes (it was just to make things easier for me…)

The characters don't belong to me (only my OC)

Well hope you enjoy I'll see you at the end

My name is Iker Nigrumlupi, nope my name isn't ordinary, I know. My first name Iker means visitation, it's derived from the language Basque and Nigrumlupi means black wolves in Latin. The reason that I have such weird or "special" name is because two days before I was born my parents saw a large pack of black wolves pass near our home, so they thought that black wolves had visited us….

I lived in Mexico for four years before my parents decided that we should move to the United States. We lived in the "Sierra Madre Del Sur" mountain range, more specifically in northern Oaxaca and we lived by ourselves, it was lonely at times, but what made me happiest was when my grandmother or my cousins visited, those were truly the good times. When I turned five years old we moved to Texas and that's where I lived the following ten years of my life, it was fun to say the least, I mean the weather could have been better – since I was used to the "tropical" climate – but I couldn't argue against how awesome it was to miss some days of school from the crazy weather.

It was just me and my parents in Texas, since my family was several miles away from us, we had no one to rely on or help us with our problems; it was just us with our problems. It was bad whenever one of my parents would become ill because no one would help us and if we were to call our relatives it would just worry them because they couldn't do anything to help us. Sometimes I would be dramatic and say "it's just us against the world" and grimace about how horrible life was but in the end my parents would always be there with me and I could always talk to my relatives in Mexico as long as there was a phone.

The ten years away from Mexico passed by very quickly, I went to school, so I didn't notice the time fly by; it was all just a routine to me. I was friends with everyone and as far as I knew I didn't have any enemies. I would run the school as it was made up of "gangs", it was an organized system of our cliques; we had the popular kids, the nerds, the "jocks" or sports kids, the gamers, girly girls, tomboys, artists, and others. I was like the gang leader, it was pretty fun I was like the mom of the school's kids (even if I am a dude) – the kids who were in the same grade as me of course. I was both respected and feared (just like a mother); yup those were the good days. Whenever anyone would fight I would settle things for them, either I'd yell at both of the groups or people, or I would bet them both up. It was fun, I was both street smart and academically wise smart; I would never get in trouble because the teachers would think I was a goodie-two-shoes just because I would always do my work and be polite to everyone. I would treat others with respect and always wanted to make new friends, I would be friends with everyone no matter the color of their skin, if they were tall or short, skinny or chubby, etc. In short words if you were nice to me then we were ok.

I still remember the face of the guy who made me really mad because he talked trash about my mom; that was a glorious day for me. I had bottled so much anger in me for that month and I just really needed an excuse to kick someone's teeth in, unfortunately for him (I'm not saying any names in case I might get in trouble for telling my tale about that day) his rude comments threw me over the edge – normally I would just say bad things back at him as well but I wasn't feeling reasonable that day – so what I did was that I sent one of my friends to distract the lady who was supposed to watch over us during lunch so she wouldn't interfere on the fight – or beating – that I was about to start. (This happened in first grade by the way) and so I dragged his punk ass onto the soccer field in the other side on the playground, so the teachers wouldn't stop me – and even if they were to find out, the time that it would take for them to separate us would be enough for me to wipe the floor with him. So to shorten the story ill just say that I beat him up and made him eat grass and beg for his life; he was crying on the floor in a fetal position while eating grass and mumbling mess when I left him, well not before kicking him on the ribs and spitting on the floor next to his head.

No one ever talked shit about my mom since then. (You can call me momma's boy all you want but as far as I know, nobody appreciates when someone badmouths their mother)

There was this one girl and she was a tomboy; she was brutally strong and amazing. She was shorter than me and had messy black hair – which she never brushed – and she wore baggy jeans with the school uniform shirt, on top of the she supported a grey hoodie that was long enough to reach her knees, and she wore boys' shoes. The reason I mention her is because she was one of my most special friends, since she was really strong she was the only one that could match me, when she would want to play with the other boys they wouldn't let her because she was too strong and sometimes would accidentally hurt them so she would have to settle for playing with the girly girls. Her name was Alexis. (We're still friends and she's still alive I just enjoy talking in past tense)

We would play sports together and always fight each other, sometimes she would win and other times I would win; she was afraid of me and I was afraid of her. I never met anyone as great as her, but since she was a girl and I was a boy we would often argue over dumb things. We went to the same elementary school and middle school. We were there for each other for everything; she was the sister I never had. Well more or less, she is my best friend who I let bully me – because she lets me bully her back. She always had my back and bailed me out of bad situations and I did the same for her.

We had to separate when it was time to go to high school, she applied for a fancy medical school and she got in; meanwhile I was trying to figure out life, deciding how I wanted to live it. Since I had nothing tying me to the United States – well except my parents – I decided I would go to another country and have my life change as much as possible. I wanted to go to Japan.

I knew some Japanese but it wasn't a very impressive amount, and I still couldn't speak it fluently; it was going to be a bit of a challenge but that's exactly what I was looking for. I learned the speech pattern from watching countless episodes of anime and listening to music in Japanese. I learned hiragana from my nerd friend – also known as Alexis – and learned the polite customs – well tried….

Worst case scenario would be that I lost my phone because then I wouldn't be able to use Google translate or talk to anyone I knew. (Hold on a second while I knock on wood, better not jinx shit…)

After countless begging and making a fool out of myself, my parents finally agreed to let me go to japan to live while I completed high school. The conditions were that I was supposed to call whenever I had a chance or at least every day, they would send me money to pay for an apartment or a house if I was considering taking living in japan seriously and food and necessary things, I'm supposed to be getting good grades, and that if I meet someone special – not counting friends – I was supposed to introduce him or her to them. Yes I am bisexual, I told my parents – right after I told Alexis – they gave me an awkward speech about how they didn't care about my preferences as long as I somehow had a child. I'm ok with that and it made me happy to know that my parents wouldn't judge me.

When I told Alexis it was quite embarrassing, I was feeling very nervous and "exposed", so while I was very doubtful I somehow gathered the courage to tell her; the outcome wasn't what I had expected. Well I didn't know what to expect I mean its Alexis whom I'm talking to, anything could've happened – so maybe the world would have ended or something – anyways, so she laughed at my face and made a couple of dick jokes and then took me out for ice cream and we both hit on dudes. It was a good afternoon and she told me she was pansexual.

After my parents gave me their conditions we went online and bought the one way plane ticket and reserved a hotel – and I was glad we did it online because my mom wouldn't stop crying. This happened during the middle of the last year of middle school so that gave me some months to learn more Japanese and say my goodbyes and hang out more with my parents and friends.

Time passed by quicker than I thought it would and it was finally time to leave, I packed my bags, had a big party with all my friends and parents. I got on a plane that took me to an airport in Dallas Texas and from that airport I got on a plane that took me to L.A. and that took a couple of hours, then when I got to the international airport in L.A. it took a sixteen hour flight to Tokyo.

I was glad we had booked a hotel for first night I arrived to japan because once I got off the plane I was exhausted. I felt like shit and probably looked like it too. I got off the plane with my luggage and looked for the nearest exit, to prevent making an ass out of myself in front of Japanese people instead of asking for directions with my broken Japanese, I took out my phone and used the GPS on my phone to find the hotel. When I got there I quickly asked for my room key and took the elevator that would lead me to the floor where my room was at. My room was pretty big and I was happy that I had a king size bed because once I opened the door I threw my baggage on the floor and locked the door behind me, I stripped out of my clothes and jumped on the bed, I took out my lip and ear piercings and set them on the nightstand. I was too tired to take a shower, besides I would take one in the morning, instead of showering I drifted into sleep. I slept very nicely that night, wrapped in the white sheets like a burrito; School would start in two days but I would worry about it when I only had one day left.

I woke up in the morning as the sunlight bled into my room from the small gap in the curtains; it was a beautiful bright orange that I would have appreciated, if it wasn't bothering my eyes and disturbing my slumber.

I rose from the bed like a zombie and groggily dragged my feet in the direction of the bathroom in my hotel room – I badly wanted to shower – but then I remembered that I needed my body scrub so I quickly grabbed it and resumed my awkward hobble to my destination. When I got there I took my morning piss and undressed, I moved in the direction of the shower and turned on the water; I put my hand under the spray and tested the water for the perfect temperature.

Yup, the water was just how I liked it; some people would say it was scalding but that's just how I liked my showers. Hot to the touch, I don't know; hot showers just make me feel like somehow I'm getting cleaner than if I would just take a warm shower.

I dampened the body scrub then added the strawberry scented body wash the hotel had provided for me and rubbed it until soapsuds formed, then I proceeded to scrub my body until I felt that all the sweat and the dirt my body had collected throughout the day from before was gone, and rinsed my body under the spray. I grabbed the strawberry scented shampoo and applied it to my hair, I liked how the short half of my hair would tickle my hand as I applied rubbed the shampoo onto my scalp, I rubbed the rest of the shampoo onto the long side of my hair, when my hair was full of bubbles I placed my head under the spray and made sure to rinse my hair thoroughly. I then did the same with the strawberry scented conditioner that went with the shampoo.

When I was done I got out of the shower and wrapped a white towel around my waist and headed back to where my bags were to retrieve my toothbrush and toothpaste. When I got a hold of them I went back to the restroom and started brushing my teeth. I was very fond of my red toothbrush, I had promised that after it would be time to throw it out that I would turn it into a prison shank and keep it in my memory box (don't judge me I'm weird like that). I chuckled to myself as I thought how I would smell like a strawberry for the rest of the day. When I was done brushing my teeth I went back once again to my bags and put away my toothbrush and toothpaste and pulled out my deodorant, cologne, and a set of clothes.

I put on my boxers – they were a pair with the cookie monster on them; Alexis wanted me to wear them – deodorant, my black jeans, a light green shirt, my pink socks, black vans, my dark grey hoodie, and my piercings.

I decided that I would just let the wind dry my hair. I went out of the hotel in search for an apartment near my new school. The streets where crowded and there was people everywhere; either I wasn't out as early as I thought I was or Tokyo was very busy in the mornings. I googled some apartments near my school and went and visited them. In total I went to four different apartment buildings until I found the one I liked the most. Nothing was wrong with the others, it was just that some were too fancy or too expensive – what can I say I'm a simple person, besides I didn't want my parents to spend too much money. What caught my eye from the apartment building was that it was near a park, I thought ahead and pictured myself in the park relaxing under the cherry trees or playing basketball on the court or even swaying back and forth on the swings; yup something like that would be nice. I've always loved parks; they brought me really pleasant memories.

After I had a talk with the landlord I gave my parents a call and talked with them about the price and how great the place was and they approved it so that made me overjoyed, now I had a new place to stay in; my stay in Tokyo seems like it's going to be very enjoyable. I talked to the landlord once more and I paid him the money up front for this month's rent. I chilled in my new apartment for a couple of minutes and then left to look for a store that might sell my schools uniform or something.

As it turns out I didn't need a uniform so I'm good, instead of going to buy a uniform I went to a store and bought more clothes since most of the stuff I have is pretty old; its lucky to wear new cloths whenever you are going to do something important anyways, so why not?

I spent an hour at the store looking for some clothes and ended up buying two new pairs of jeans, five pairs of basketball shorts, a bunch of socks, 4 pairs of boxers, 10 shirts – they had designs from my favorite bands, artists, TV shows and stuff like that – I got a new pair of headphones, and some hair pins.

While I was there I talked to some girls who asked for my number. They took some pictures of me and a couple of others with me. I we exchanged numbers and I hoped that they might go to the same school as me so I could already have friends in my new school.

As I walked down the street I noticed that it was actually dark out and that time had gone by quicker than I thought, also that many people would look at me as I walked past them; maybe all this time people had been staring at me but I was too distracted to notice. I don't know, I mean I have been told I am handsome, but maybe I had something on my face…. Was it maybe my haircut?

On my way back to the hotel I passed by a candy store and bought lots of candy; I bought me some gummy worms, bags of spicy chips, jawbreakers, and lollipops. After I finished grabbing all the candy I paid the lady for it and walked out the store. I took out a cherry flavored lollipop and unwrapped it; I devoured it as I walked to the hotel. The walk was peaceful and it was nice seeing the city at night; the colors made it stand out and the scenery was beautiful, it gave me a feeling of nostalgia somehow. I put on my headphones and continued my walk; my music gave me some comfort as I walked down the streets by myself.

When I reached the hotel I grabbed my things – ready to take them to my apartment – and went down to the entrance and thanked the receptionist. I called a cab and gave him the address to my new apartment; when finished placing my things in the cab, as I sat down "Shelter from the storm" by Bob Dylan started playing and the song made me feel homesick. I knew it had been my decision to move to Tokyo but I still missed my parents and friends.

Before I knew it, I had arrived to my destination. I took my things and placed them in my semi-empty apartment, I felt so lonely, I was just so used to my parents being with me and Alexis bugging me. When "Shelter from the storm" stopped playing "SHINY SHINY" by DWB feat. Nirgilis started playing and it just made me feel miserable, I decided that I would arrange everything in my apartment and go take a shower to clear my head. After my shower I put on pajamas – an old shirt with a pair of boxers and some jogging pants – and decided to give my parents a call before I went to sleep. We talked for about half an hour before I became too tired and could no longer properly formulate sentences, I told them "goodnight" followed by a "love you guys" then waited until they hung up. Then I called Alexis and slurred a couple of sentences before also saying "goodnight" and hanging up.

It was morning once again but luckily I had remembered to sleep on the side of the bed where the shitty sunlight wouldn't hit me in the eyes in the morning, unlike yesterday. I did my morning routine and put on my favorite boxers – they were panda boxers – and some random pants with a red shirt and my hoodie; I went to the store to get some things I needed around the house like tableware, pots, glassware, bowls and stuff like that. Besides getting that I bought laundry detergent, fabric softener, dish soap, shampoo, conditioner, body wash, lotion, toothpaste, paper towels, toilet paper, actual towels, and other junk I also needed. I walked to the store to save money but once I was done shopping I called a cab so I could take all the things I had bought to my apartment.

I put everything away and set everything where it should go and changed out of my street cloths into basketball shorts and an old jersey – in conjunction with my hoodie of course plus my shoes. I grabbed my basketball and went outside in the direction of the park. When I got to the park I went straight for the basketball court.

I dribbled my basketball happy to finally be able to relax. My basketball wasn't fancy or brand new but I loved it, I had it for quite some time; Alexis and I scribbled all over it and drew some of the logos of our favorite bands, and some words of "inspiration" like: "LOVE YOU LOSER!" and "Call me when you finally get a life". Plus other things followed by some of her made up emoticons/emojis and the logos of Skrillex, Avenged Seven Fold, My Chemical Romance, Linkin Park, and other bands. She made sure to draw everything on the basketball with sharpie so it wouldn't wash off. Whenever some of her drawings or words of inspiration would start to fade we would trace them again.

To me that basketball was a little piece of home that I brought with me to japan.

After remembering all the stupid shit I and Alexis did when we were little and all the memories we had with that basketball I decided to start playing instead of just daydreaming. Because I'm pretty sure I looked stupid standing in the middle of the court smiling at the basketball.

It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be to just play by myself, but it just wasn't the same without Alexis's dumb comments or jokes about how "terrible" I was at playing basketball. After a couple of minutes of playing it got too hot to wear my hoodie so I took it off and tied it around my waist. The hours passed and before I knew it the sun was setting. There was a slight coating of sweat on my body that made my tanned skin glisten in the reddish pink light of the sunset.

I decided I wasn't ready to go inside yet so instead of going inside, I headed for the swings and had a seat. I swayed back and forth enjoying the view and meditating about how much Alexis would have loved the view. I was lost in my thoughts about my life before japan when all of the sudden I was ripped out of my daydream when a drop of rain fell on my cheek. That made me smile, I had always loved rain. I unwrapped the hoodie from my waist and put it on; then I started my walk back to my apartment. I dribbled the basketball until I reached my apartment's door.

I continued my routine by taking my daily shower, brushing my teeth, calling my parents then Alexis, and finally going to sleep. That night's slumber was rather peaceful, I dreamt of going to the new school, and I saw the girls from the clothing store and they introduced me to new people. They were being really friendly and didn't comment on my broken Japanese, class going on but I didn't pay attention, I was too distracted talking to my new friends, all of the sudden the teacher got mad and screamed at me and told me to wake up. That surprised me, I was about to apologize for not paying attention and offending him, when everything unexpectedly went black and the dream ended.

"Fucking alarm" I groggily mumbled as I got up to shut up the annoying contraption.

It was five in the morning and I only had limited time to get ready for school. I took my shower and made sure to scrub myself squeaky clean, I made me a morning burrito and ate it, then brushed my teeth until I was sure they were really clean, I made me some homemade juice with lots of colorful fruits so I could take it to school and drink it during lunch, and then got dressed. I wanted to wear something to make me look good because this is supposed to be my first day of high school, and first impressions are important, well that's what my idiot friend Alexis tells me so… yeah that means it might be true. I got my messenger style backpack and put a folder with some line paper and a pack of mechanical pencils in it, I also placed many of my snacks (I always bring candy with me). After I did that I was finally able to get dressed. I grabbed my plaid patterned boxers and put them on, I grabbed my black jeans and removed the price tag and put them on – I don't want to sound superficial but, my butt looked pretty good in those jeans if I do say so myself –, I grabbed my wallet chain – it looks like a dragon and its mouth hooks onto my belt loop – and hooked it to my belt loop and wallet, I grabbed my AC/DC shirt and my hoodie and put them on, I grabbed my wristbands – including the panda one that Alexis gave me for my birthday – and put them on, I finally needed to dry my hair – well the long side at least. I liked having my hair half shaven because I just had to deal with half of my hair in the mornings. Plus it took half the time to dry it.

When was done I went to the mirror in my restroom to put on my piercings, first I put on my gauges, then the others that went on both of my ears and lastly my lip piercing. I wear matching piercings in both my ears but the difference is that on my right side ear I wear a chain because is the only ear you can see – unless it's windy because then my long hair gets pushed back by the wind – because only half of my hair is shaven on right side.

I looked on the mirror, and let me tell you that I looked really good – and no I'm not vain – my hair looked nice, my eyes were a bright purple, my lip piercing drew attention to my lips, my smile looked bright, and my clothes looked awesome – well at least to me, hopefully I don't look like a dumbass….

After I finished looking at myself in the mirror I grabbed my backpack and left the apartment. I made sure to lock the door and that I hadn't forgotten anything that I needed. While I was walking towards school I had to resist the urge to stop at the park and chill there until the afternoon. It was really peaceful so to energize up my walk a little I put on my headphones and played my music. The song that started playing was in Spanish, it was "Volver a Comenzar" by Café Tacuba; it was perfect, the name translated in English means a new beginning and that's exactly how I was feeling. The lyrics from the song gave me confidence in going to school; it made me feel like everything was going to be alright. The change in beat from the song really relaxed me, when the song ended I realized I was at the gates of the school.

I took a deep breath then stepped inside; it was just like how I had imagined high school being, except for the small detail that it was in japan. Although I was a slightly early, I didn't start socializing with everyone; I headed into the campus and started looking for my homeroom. It was better that way, because I'm really bad with directions; I still remember that it took me a week to remember where all my classes were for my first year of middle school, and how easily I got lost in the maze of hallways.

This campus is much bigger than my middle school so the quicker I memorize all the routes the less I'll be late for my classes and get lost. I wonder, how long would it take them to find my corpse if I got lost?

Alexis would've probably smacked me on the head for thinking that way, I wonder how her first day of high school is going to be. I'm hoping that during lunch I don't end up eating in the restroom and calling her like in the movie "Mean Girls" because that would probably suck.

I picked up my schedule from the information office and it turns out that my first class is English. Ha-ha I'm good at that! Hopefully I don't make a complete idiot out of myself in front of the whole class…

So when I reached my first class the bell rung and everyone started coming in, it got full pretty fast. The teacher introduced himself, he told us good morning and we bowed, and after that he asked us to introduce ourselves and I was the last one. When my turn came I stood up and "gracefully" said:

"Hajimemashite, watashi wa Iker desu, douzo yoroshiku onegaishimasu" and then sat back down. In case you don't know what that meant, it means: "how do you do? My name is Iker, nice to meet you."

Then the teacher began speaking and explained how the class would work, and gave us a syllabus for his class. When he was done with explaining he assigned us some work and we started to do it so we would start to get used to the pace of his class.

I was busy doing our assignment when all of the sudden the blond guy sitting behind me tapped me in the shoulder and handed me a note. I turned around to face him and observed him with a quizzical look in my amethyst eyes; and he flashed me a bright smile. I turned to face forward once again and opened the note, it read: hello my name is… and I couldn't read the other symbols but after that it said I like your hair.

I moved my assignment aside and placed the note on my desk and quickly wrote in hiragana sorry but I can't read kanji… and then folded the note again.

I turned around once again and gave him an uncomfortable smile then handed him the note. He looked taken aback but took the note nonetheless and quickly read it, first his mood seemed to become gloomy but then his expression brightened and he wrote something on the note and handed it back to me.

I hastily took the note and read it.

The note read: Meet me here during lunch so we can talk ;)

I turned to him and gave him a nod.

The end!

Just kidding! To be continued…..

== A.N ==

How was it?

So that was just the introduction to Iker's life

Hopefully you understood that the blonde was Kise

This chapter was to give you some insight of his background

Next chapter will be about him in his other classes where he will meet the other Kuroko characters

I'm planning to make all the chapters long so it might take a while

I'm also currently working on other stories (I haven't forgotten, don't worry [:3] )

I had this idea for a fan fiction so I couldn't wait to write it

Well see you soon (hopefully) and thanks for reading

Bye! Luv ya! *gives u a vegetable* (cuz I always give u candy and too much candy is unhealthy XD)

(Even if I disagree…. It's a thing)