Sequel to Sendoh Gets A Pimple. I know there is no more excuse for another product of my overactive silliness. So I beg of you again, please do humor me. AK-chan, you have none to worry about any more. I made sure that this has nothing to do with you…
… well, maybe some but… shinen ja nai!!! Kami-sama onegai!
By the way, Rukawa POV. And very, very stupid.
The sections bound in * * are the author's narrations.
Please r/r everyone! Anything goes… it's welcome! ^^
Before I forget again, disclaimers apply to every single Slam Dunk character here, except for the pimple. That is exclusively AK-chan's alone. She let me borrow it for a while. (Again, it was only a joke, Ak-chan. Suma nai. ^^)
Rukawa Gets A PimpleChapter 1
For once in my life, I didn't feel like riding my trusty, rusty, worn-down, overly abused bicycle. Maybe it was time she took a day off. Or maybe I just don't have the stamina to crash into another car today.
Walking is good. It's safer. Much safer…
TRIP
SPLAT
… I just fell over a mailbox. Okay, maybe it was too soon to fall asleep while walking. Let's make today a Rukawa-doesn't-get-any-injury day.
*Sigh…*
I already know what was making me feel so darned down today.
I rubbed my chin stubble. IT was still there. The Pimple.
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I walked in the high school building, cautiously traversing the stairs to the first years' classrooms. The atmosphere was weirder than usual. I could hear whispers and mutters from all around me.
And I wonder why everyone's looking at me with this half-alive, half-dead look.
"A-anou… Rukawa-kun…," came a trembling voice behind me.
I turned to see Miiru, a girl I knew. One of that trio of pink pompom-toting girls at our basketball games.
She pointed at my face and suddenly screamed, "NANI? So the rumor was true… masaka…"
She just fainted. I just listlessly stared at the lifeless girl collapsed before.
Two more familiar-looking girls ran to their incapacitated friend. Oh yeah, the other pompom girls, Aka and Itsuki.
"Doushita nandesu ka, Miiru-chan? Shikari shite!"
I motioned towards her body at the two hysterical females. "You'd better take her to the clinic. She might have had an overdose of hyper-pills this morning," I pointed out sarcastically.
Aka and Itsuki both turned green, and then deathly pale upon seeing me. "Waaaaaa! Rukawa-kun, you have a… a…"
BAM
They just suffered the same fate as Miiru's.
*Sweatdrops and shrugs shoulders…*
What's their problem anyway? Time to head to class.
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SHPLACK
SHPLACK
SHPLACK
Three admittedly painful stick-blows bore into my back.
"… What the…?" I must have fallen asleep again.
I didn't have the energy to get into a one-sided wrestling match with Gokuyama-sensei today. It actually helps to occasionally engage into boring discussions about an arthropod's life span anyway.
"Gomen na, sensei…" But before I finished my meek apology, the entire class erupted into hordes of gasps, ear-piercing shrieks, with some hints of laughter.
*Sweatdrop…*
What is the world's problem anyway?
Next thing I knew, Gokuyama-sensei broke into giggles, then guffaws that sounded like whales singing, and then he made a whole series of jerky movements on the floor.
It seems he was attempting to break-dance.
"… I'm outta here…,"
A guy can only take so much freaked-out classmates, without a crazed break-dancing sensei.
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I headed to the one place I know I can find solace and peace of mind. My sanctuary.
The basketball court.
Not bothering to change into my gym clothes, and with my basketball on one hand, I charged towards the basket and dunked with all the pent-up energy and frustrations I have.
… Does it really look that horrible? I mean, I practically emptied my whole bottle of toner and concealer, and I think that I've covered it up pretty well…
I rushed to the washroom.
And looked at my reflection.
"…"
It would be more helpful if the mirror had actually shattered.
Sure, the pimple was gone…
… But now this guy…
… He has…
…ACNE!!!
BHAM
*A sound of someone falling on the washroom tiles very, very hard…*
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I woke up to the sound of basketball practice.
I stared in dismay at my face. How could I have done this to myself? And who knew that all of these… these… tiny little THINGS can just sprout out *snaps fingers…* just like that?
And then just ruin one's life?
I rushed out, one solution in mind.
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A.N.:
- Yes, I just decided not to make it one-shot. Rukawa-kun's problem is obviously much more serious than that of Sendoh's. Now let's delve into the inner workings of the male ego… the Rukawa ego… hehehehe…
- Hiya, E-chan! If you're reading this, oshisaburi-sama! How was camp?
- Welcome back, Yi-chan! Do hurry up with chapter 4 of OSL!!! Hontou no suki na mou!