Author's Note:
Yes, another poem-style fic again. It isn't that good. But I forced myself to finish it. Feedback / suggestions / anything are absolutely welcomed. Thanks for dropping by to read anyhow. :D
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Three Words
Shohoku High School. Year 1.
Inter High Championship? It had been my goal.
You might have believed that it was possible.
Or perhaps it was but an empty promise.
Perhaps, indeed.
A fall. An injured leg. A trip to the hospital. One month out.
And all that I was entitled to was to watch.
That was the one thing in basketball that doesn't go well with me.
And then. They no longer needed me.
They had that big towering ape prancing around,
Clinging onto the ball as if it were a coconut.
Him, they believed was their ticket to the championships.
Foolish, aren't they?
They crashed out anyhow. As expected.
Sad? Hurt? Perhaps.
I left for the dark alley where I was needed.
A place that needed no godforsaken responsibilities.
Where people believed in me.
Where I could hide from the pain dwelling within my weeping heart.
Of course, it was only human to feel the pain.
Yes. And in the stony silence of the alleyway,
I could hear their malevolent jeers ringing constantly in my ears.
Their taunting ludicrous laughter.
Yes, I then hated them all.
Even the damn basketball.
They shunned me as if I were a plauge.
Well, what could I say?
Then that impudent red-haired freshman and that vertically challenged year 2 punk had to come in
Purposeful jabs were made at me.
A fight? I won't rule that out.
Besides, every sight of them irked me.
I entered the familiar surrounings of the basketball court.
And I let myself be enraptured by the sounds of dribbling and shooting.
Perhaps I had been too caught up that I forgot my purpose here.
And all eyes were fixed on me, as if waiting for my cue.
A fight broke out, as planned.
To bring down the basketball club.
A heinous plot, one might say.
There, punches and kicks were exchanged.
They all made sure I was returned what I had given.
Even that cold, aloof raven-haired boy who demanded his sleep back.
Perhaps, it wasn't all that wise to do have begun that fight. But perhaps it was.
Then that prissy bespectacled boy had to step in
Wanting to take things into control. Take me into control. Just like before.
No, I would not be taken in by his sweet white lies.
I would not be reminded of my painful past which I had tried so hard to block out.
I would not live for godforsaken life in misery once more.
Or I would be damned.
But hell, I was damned.
The door flung open.
The binding bright light crept into the premises of the court.
Then, he came in and looked at me.
With sadness that filled his eyes.
I could not bear look back at him through his silver-rimmed glasses which stared back at me.
I broke down.
Yes, on my knees.
I cried.
For the first time, real tears.
Begging for his forgiveness.
For Sensei's forgiveness.
And he spoke to me.
Three words.
Never lose hope.
I spent these two years of my life in misery searching for the answers.
Drowning in the pain and hurt of the past.
The plain truth that I was not needed.
And yet, now, these 3 words had been my answers.
Hell, it wasn't just any ordinary 3 words.
It was three words that Sensei bestowed upon me.
Three words that enlightened and cleared my clouded vision, to see beyond.
It was three words that allowed reality to come crashing back onto me.
Three words. These three words. That rendered every other word mild and useless.
That made everything seem possible again.
So that I could stand up from my fall.
And allowed me to accept the fact.
The fact that basketball was part of me. My life.
Thank you, Sensei.
For those three words.
For everything.
Mitsui Hisashi
Yes, another poem-style fic again. It isn't that good. But I forced myself to finish it. Feedback / suggestions / anything are absolutely welcomed. Thanks for dropping by to read anyhow. :D
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Three Words
Shohoku High School. Year 1.
Inter High Championship? It had been my goal.
You might have believed that it was possible.
Or perhaps it was but an empty promise.
Perhaps, indeed.
A fall. An injured leg. A trip to the hospital. One month out.
And all that I was entitled to was to watch.
That was the one thing in basketball that doesn't go well with me.
And then. They no longer needed me.
They had that big towering ape prancing around,
Clinging onto the ball as if it were a coconut.
Him, they believed was their ticket to the championships.
Foolish, aren't they?
They crashed out anyhow. As expected.
Sad? Hurt? Perhaps.
I left for the dark alley where I was needed.
A place that needed no godforsaken responsibilities.
Where people believed in me.
Where I could hide from the pain dwelling within my weeping heart.
Of course, it was only human to feel the pain.
Yes. And in the stony silence of the alleyway,
I could hear their malevolent jeers ringing constantly in my ears.
Their taunting ludicrous laughter.
Yes, I then hated them all.
Even the damn basketball.
They shunned me as if I were a plauge.
Well, what could I say?
Then that impudent red-haired freshman and that vertically challenged year 2 punk had to come in
Purposeful jabs were made at me.
A fight? I won't rule that out.
Besides, every sight of them irked me.
I entered the familiar surrounings of the basketball court.
And I let myself be enraptured by the sounds of dribbling and shooting.
Perhaps I had been too caught up that I forgot my purpose here.
And all eyes were fixed on me, as if waiting for my cue.
A fight broke out, as planned.
To bring down the basketball club.
A heinous plot, one might say.
There, punches and kicks were exchanged.
They all made sure I was returned what I had given.
Even that cold, aloof raven-haired boy who demanded his sleep back.
Perhaps, it wasn't all that wise to do have begun that fight. But perhaps it was.
Then that prissy bespectacled boy had to step in
Wanting to take things into control. Take me into control. Just like before.
No, I would not be taken in by his sweet white lies.
I would not be reminded of my painful past which I had tried so hard to block out.
I would not live for godforsaken life in misery once more.
Or I would be damned.
But hell, I was damned.
The door flung open.
The binding bright light crept into the premises of the court.
Then, he came in and looked at me.
With sadness that filled his eyes.
I could not bear look back at him through his silver-rimmed glasses which stared back at me.
I broke down.
Yes, on my knees.
I cried.
For the first time, real tears.
Begging for his forgiveness.
For Sensei's forgiveness.
And he spoke to me.
Three words.
Never lose hope.
I spent these two years of my life in misery searching for the answers.
Drowning in the pain and hurt of the past.
The plain truth that I was not needed.
And yet, now, these 3 words had been my answers.
Hell, it wasn't just any ordinary 3 words.
It was three words that Sensei bestowed upon me.
Three words that enlightened and cleared my clouded vision, to see beyond.
It was three words that allowed reality to come crashing back onto me.
Three words. These three words. That rendered every other word mild and useless.
That made everything seem possible again.
So that I could stand up from my fall.
And allowed me to accept the fact.
The fact that basketball was part of me. My life.
Thank you, Sensei.
For those three words.
For everything.
Mitsui Hisashi