Title: Overdrive
Author: Hagane ^^\/
Status: one-shot
Rating: have no fear o little ones! This is totally PG. Though I've often
wondered, if it's clean for children then how come parents have to guide them
along? Pretty contradictory if you ask me.
Disclaimer: Say no more. SD and all its characters belong exclusively to me. Go get your own series. XP
A/N: another crappy product from your resident crapper. I can't seem to get enough of SD fics these days- all of yous out there! Go! Write more! XD
To Karin-san for her birthday, erm, 2 months ago.
To Naomi for her birthday next month [just in case I forget ^^;]
[Rukawa]
Overdrive.
Hmm. I never really gave the word a thought before. I mean, overdrive? What's
the first thing that comes to mind?
Gears. Shift. Car.
Which brings me to the fact
that I'm probably never going to own a car in this world. Seeing as I have to
learn to take care of my bike first. Which is not going to happen anytime soon,
so yeah, no car.
What's with the word anyway?
Overdrive.
OVERdrive.
overDRIVE.
OVERDRIVE.
Is there something that I'm
missing out on here?
[Youhei]
"I take it
that you're confused," I commented, not bothering the least to hide the
amusement in my voice.
Hanamichi glanced up from the
paper, scowling. "Who says the Tensai is confused? The Tensai never gets
confused."
"Okay." I secede.
He grunted and resumed his
scrutinizing.
After another 5 minutes had
lapsed……
"What are we supposed to do
again?"
I nearly fell off my chair.
"Hana!"
[Sakuragi]
Okay, I'm
supposed to 1) dissect 2) analyze the word. Then I'm supposed to 3) give an
explanation of how my analysis came about.
Hah. This is child's play.
These people are wasting my time with such mundane assignments. What an insult
to the tensai's intelligence!
Hmm….. overdrive…. That means me,
doesn't it? Okasan often said that I always go into overdrive.
So, overdrive refers to me.
The tensai.
NYAHA!!!!! Easy enough!
See, the tensai only needs 5 minutes to complete his assignment!
I sneak a glance at Youhei who
was busy scribbling on his paper.
"Psssstttt! Youhei!"
He looks up.
"What are you writing?" I
hissed. The sensei had threatened to send me to the headmaster who had
threatened the last time about a possible expulsion from the basketball team if
I disrupted another lesson. So the tensai decided not to risk it this time.
"My analysis," he whispered
back.
"Hah! The tensai is done with
his!" I gloated, showing him my paper.
His eyes widened.
[Youhei]
On his
paper, he had written,
Overdrive=Sakuragi
Hanamichi
followed by a very brief explanation on how he came to his conclusion,
For reasons only a Tensai
will know.
I managed to give him a
weak smile as he grinned back at me triumphantly. That's going to earn him
another one from the sensei.
[Rukawa]
What? What the hell did I do?
Sensei said to dissect the word. I did. He said to analyze it. I did. He said
to explain. That I did also.
So why the hell am I sitting
here in the headmaster's office, having a staring contest with the man himself?
"Rukawa Kaede."
I gave a slight nod of
acknowledgement.
"I think we see each other too
often. It's becoming quite….suffocating-this need for close proximity. Don't
you think it'll be better if we saw each other less…. frequently?"
I watched him warily, only
then realizing what a real asshole the headmaster was. Amazing how I never
noticed before.
"They do say that absence
makes the heart grow fonder and I'm sure we both need that."
I raised an eyebrow in
question.
"To be more fond of each other
I mean." He leaned forward, hands clasped together, eyes boring into mine. "Let
me make this clear Rukawa. Flattered as I am with your attentions, I'm really a
busy man. I don't have time for such foolishness."
I glared at him.
"You're 17 boy. Act like you
are."
What has anything got to do
with my being 17? Dimwit.
"And, being 17, AND a
second-year in Shohoku, you're expected to produce results. RESULTS. Not….junk
like this!" He waved my assignment in my face.
It took a lot of self-control
not to punch him right then. If I did- I'm not sure I'd like the consequences.
So I said, "It's not junk."
"What?" he asked, straining
forward to catch my words.
"It's not junk," I repeated,
more audibly this time.
"What would you call it then?"
"Work."
"Trash?"
"Work."
"Nonsense?"
"Work."
"This is shit Rukawa. A
pre-schooler can write better than this! That's what happens when you never pay
attention in class! I don't want you giving me this….this…crap!" He shoved the
offending paper in my face.
That's it you shithead.
I threw a hard one, knocking
the asshole out cold. Then I left, but not before leaving him a little Post
It™.
That's what happens when
you have shit for a head.
Of course,
that earned me detention. But hell, what do I care? I always get sent for
detention anyway. Besides, it lets me make up for lost sleeping time.
So I settled into a chair at
the back of the class. Just as my head was about to hit the table, the
classroom door crashed open and a very familiar voice boomed, sending
shockwaves throughout the room. All thoughts of sleep flew out the window.
It was him. No other.
"But the
tensai doesn't need to go for detention! The tensai is a genius and detention
is only for mere people like- -" his gaze fell on me and he halted in his noisy
tirade. "Kitsune?"
The 4 physical trainers, who
had, I noticed, had to push him all the way, cleverly took advantage of his
momentary distraction to push him into the room, then slamming the door shut
behind the d'aho. I heard the unmistakable sound of the lock being turned. And
a vague and careless, "Just 5 hours boys! And try not to kill each other all
right?"
[sensei 01: you sure it's a good idea to lock them up together? They'll
probably kill each other.
sensei 02: better themselves than us.
sensei 03: agreed!
sensei 04: that boy's a terror! Hell, I'm bruising where he whacked me already!
*the others crowd to ogle at the souvenir on the teacher's arm, courtesy of a
certain redhead.*]
The momentum sent the d'aho
reeling forward and he did a near-perfect impersonation of a chicken as his
arms flailed about in a vain attempt to regain his balance.
'Cute,' I thought.
Then, 'catch him before he falls you idiot!'
So my body obeyed my brain and
I sprung forward, catching him just as his face was about to kiss the ground.
"Thanks," he mumbled into my
shirt.
"Hnn." Did he just say thank
you?
He realized his um, error
almost immediately.
"ARGGGHHHH!!!!!!" Sakuragi
pushed me away roughly. "What are you doing?!!! The tensai doesn't need your
help!"
"D'aho," I mumbled, a little
upset that he'd broken our close contact. I was just starting to get
comfortable.
I couldn't help but notice……..
That his cheeks were stained red.
[Sakuragi]
Did I just
thank the kitsune?
Shit.
I just thanked the kitsune.
For what?
For catching me in his arms
before I became one with the floor.
K'so! What the hell am I
blushing madly for?!!
[Rukawa]
"Oi d'aho." I began.
"What?" his cheeks were still
tinged with red.
"Why are you here?"
"What?" he looked blankly back
at me.
I sighed. God, he could be so
slow sometimes. "What trouble did you into this time?"
His temper flared immediately.
"TEME!!! Are you saying that the Tensai always gets into trouble?"
"Yes."
"TEME!!!!!!!" he lunged for me
but I sidestepped and the d'aho went crashing into the piles of tables and
chairs. "TEME!!!!!! You'll pay for that, kitsune!!!" he leaped to his feet
almost immediately.
"Oi."
He froze in mid-attack.
My arm struck out to deliver a
punch to his iron-hard abs. He barely even flinched. The guy was …….hard all
over. I wonder……
"TEME!!!!!" Grabbing my
collar, he shook me violently. When I didn't react as expected, he slammed me
against the wall and growled menacingly. "Do that again and I swear I'll pack
your remains to Ryonan."
"Hnn."
His eyes narrowed into slits.
"Just think- EVERYONE would be rejoicing. EVERYONE. Sendoh included."
He smirked as he felt my body
tense at the mention of his name.
"Now, be a good kitsune and
apologize to the Tensai."
My eyes met his and our gazes
locked. "Tensai my ass," I whispered as I stared into his eternally expressive
eyes.
"TEME!!!!" He yanked me
forward and slammed me back down again hard. A sharp pain shot up my spine but
I ignored it, choosing instead to concentrate on the closeness of his body……..to
mine.
Suddenly he
released his grip on me and skunked off, plopping himself down on a chair at
the far end of the class.
What? Did I do something
wrong?
As if he'd read my mind, he
caught my eye before quickly averting his gaze elsewhere.
And that's how we spent the
first two hours.
[Sakuragi]
'Stupid
kitsune. Of all people, it just had to be him. Kami-sama, you must really hate
me. Not only do I have to see the kitsune during basketball sessions, I'm made
to see him almost all the time. It's not fair. What did I, Sakuragi Hanamichi,
ever do to deserve this?'
'And the way he held
me……'
What in the world are you
thinking, Sakuragi? The Tensai doesn't think such thoughts! The Tensai hates
the kitsune! He thinks the kitsune is stupid and slow and a show-off! He
doesn't think that the kitsune has soft porcelain skin and beautiful blue eyes!
He doesn't think that the kitsune has such luscious, cherry-red lips that are
always slightly apart, just waiting to……
ARGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Stop
thinking about the stupid kitsune!
I glowered at the table in
front, avoiding the kitsune's eyes. I knew he was watching. He was pretending
to be asleep but the tensai knows better. The kitsune is sly but the tensai
will not be fooled by him. He's just a stupid kitsune while I'm Sakuragi THE
Tensai.
I knew he was watching my
every movement even though his eyes were hidden behind that mop of unruly black
hair. Stupid kitsune. He should learn how to use a comb.
'But it gives him this
sexiness about him……'
I slammed myself mentally as I
felt my face burn at the thoughts that were being churned out by my overactive
imagination.
I felt his gaze intensify.
Shit.
[Rukawa]
The d'aho
was blushing to the roots of his hair. But wait. Since his hair is already red,
then wouldn't it be more accurate to say that the blush spread from the roots
of his hair?
Hell, does it even matter?
I watched him closely as he
pointedly avoided meeting my gaze. Could it be?
"Oi."
My voice startled him and he
nearly fell off his chair. I saw him scowl but he didn't raise his eyes to look
at me. What was the d'aho hiding?
"Was it the assignment?" I
asked.
He looked stunned that I'd
actually initiated a conversation. Yare yare. Say what you want. I was born
silent damn it.
"Was it?" I repeated.
"Which one?" he asked, still
not looking at me. I could sense his agitation even from across the room.
"…………"
"…………"
"Overdrive." I said finally.
"Oh that one. Yeah." He
muttered darkly.
We both fell silent again.
"What." I began again. Shit
was I pathetic or what?
"What what?" he echoed,
staring hard at the wall clock.
"What did you write d'aho."
"What? Oh." He paused then
smiled, "Nothing a stupid kitsune like you would understand! NYAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!"
I frowned. "Try me."
He choked on his obnoxious
laughter and his eyes swiveled round to stare at me. In his surprise, he'd
forgotten about not looking at me and looked at me.
"Try me." I repeated for his
benefit.
"Aa…. Erm…..okay….." still surprised,
he pulled out a folded piece of paper from one of his pockets and threw it over
to me.
His aim fell short however,
considering of course, that it was paper he was throwing, not a bouncy orange
ball and we both swooped down at the same time to grab the paper, which of
course, resulted in the inevitable.
"Itai!!!!! Why did you do that
for kitsune?" he glared at me accusingly.
"D'aho," I grunted, my head
spinning wildly, "what do you have for a skull? Concrete?"
He blinked at my very
un-Rukawa-like comment before flaming up. Again.
"TEME!!!!"
I ignored him and unfolded the
paper. The corners of my mouth twitched as I read what he'd written. The
nutcase. No wonder he was sent for detention. with an answer like that, anyone
would have been sent to detention.
"'aho." I re-folded the paper
and threw it back at him.
He threw me a dirty look and
stuffed the paper back into his pocket. "It's not the Tensai's fault the
kitsune doesn't understand."
"Yare yare."
Instead of his anticipated
outburst, his eyes narrowed and he looked at me suspiciously. "What about you
then? What did you write?"
Wordlessly, I passed him a
crumpled ball.
He burst into laughter at what
I'd written.
What the hell's so funny?
[Sakuragi]
And he
calls me an idiot! Here's what the kitsune wrote,
Overdrive is the additional
gear a car requires for it to go faster while its engine generates minimal
power.
This is a commonly known fact.
However, if you are not aware
of this, then a quick check in any 'Driving for Dummies' book should enlighten
your dimwitted mind.
Unless you don't know what
that is either. D'aho.
I
blinked, then burst into laughter. Of course he'd be sent to the headmaster for
writing such things! Stupid arrogant kitsune!
I sneaked a glance at him. He was
watching me closely. I didn't miss the slight twitch of his mouth as I erupted
into fits at his absurd answers. Was he angry, annoyed, or….…..pleased?
I could never tell.
[Rukawa]
"The bald guy with the shiny
head said we have to resubmit our assignment by the end of detention," he
announced, looking gloomily at the clock. "There's 3 more hours to go."
Not that I minded.
Another 3 wonderful hours,
locked in a room with Hanamichi….and the realization of it struck me.
3 whole hours. Locked in a room.
With Hanamichi.
Suddenly, the headmaster
didn't seem like such a shithead after all.
[Sakuragi]
The kitsune
is suddenly looking at me strangely.
Wait.
He's been acting strange ever
since the Sannoh game.
He's been acting even stranger
after he returned from the all-Japan team.
Now, he's just acting
peculiar. As in out-of-this-world peculiar. Bizarre peculiar. Abnormal
peculiar. Curious-odd kind of peculiar.
"Oi
kitsune, what are you doing?" my voice trembled slightly as he advanced
steadily.
"You want to discuss the
assignment? Okay! W can discuss. Let's see now….. first we have to dissect the
word overdrive. Overdrive. What do you think of the word, kitsune? " I
blabbered nervously, shutting my eyes tight.
When I heard no response, I
opened my eyes slightly. "Oi, you think- -" and found the kitsune leaning
across the table, a strange, unfamiliar glint in his eyes. And…he
was…..smirking…..
I gulped as he came closer,
his warm breath tickling my face.
'Shit! Don't come any
closer! Don't come any closer!' I prayed desperately, 'Kami-sama, I know
you hate me, but listen just this once- don't let him come any closer!'
[Rukawa]
The d'aho
had shut his eyes tight and his lips were now moving in a barely-audible
prayer. A'ho.
There was no mistaking it. The
panic in his eyes and the tell-tale blush of his cheeks told me all I needed to
know.
"Overdrive…." He suddenly
whispered.
And it hit me. "Overdrive,
Hana?" I whispered back, nuzzling his ear in the process, "I'll give you
overdrive."
And I kissed him hard.
[Sakuragi]
ARGGGGHHHHH!!
Get away you stupid fox! Get away! Kami-sama you must really hate me!
I tried to push him away but
he was suddenly overpoweringly strong. Like Gori.
How dare you kiss the tensai
without his permission!
Stupid fox!
[Rukawa]
I was
pleasantly surprised at his near to negligible resistance. I'd thought I'd have
to hold him down, but with such feeble attempts….hell, I pushed and held him
down anyway.
He moaned.
It was
minutes before we broke apart- both breathless and flushed. The d'aho looked
flustered but there was a shy smile playing on his lips and he blushed when I
stroked his cheek.
I had to restrain a smile.
Rukawa Kaede never smiled. Not even for the d'aho. But maybe if……
"Liked that?" I whispered,
staring right into his eyes.
He flushed, nodded, and turned
his head away.
I slid onto the table, letting
my legs brush against his arm.
"Want more?" I whispered
teasingly.
He shivered as my fingers
traced his jaw. Without waiting for a response, much less an invitation, I
tackled him, sending us both in a heap on the ground, where I immediately
placed myself strategically on top of him.
And I smiled before granting
his unspoken wish.
"Overdrive,"
he whispered aloud. "Ne kitsune, how else can we assess the word?"
I looked at him lying next to
me on the cold, hard linoleum floor and replied with the straightest face I
could muster.
"Hormonal overdrive."
We received
an 'A' for our assignments, along with the comments,
Script well written.
However please avoid such graphic detailing in the future.
-o-
[sensei 01: they're alive! Alive!
sensei 02: Sugoii. They're both alive and breathing!
sensei 03: …………..
sensei 04: my arm still hurts from that whack! See! It's turned a horrid
purplish-black already!
*all crowd around him to coo and to cluck in disapproval.*]
a/n: okay that totally sucked. I'm sorry.