Title:A chance to love
Part: 1/1
Author:Siren M
Genre: yaoi
Pairing: mitko
Rating: dunno scratch head
Archive:* sd fic archive
Email:kitsunes@hotmail.com
Warning: yaoi
Author's Notes: /this/ words are thoughts
Disclaimer: nothing belongs to me
"We only live once and life is short... To lose the chance to love is to lose the chance to live..."
"We're going back. Ja ne, Kogure-sempai!"
Kogure waved back to his juniors as they exited the locker room, leaving the senior alone. Kogure took out his shirt and closed his locker door. He sighed and leaned his head against the cool locker door, closing his eyes. He stood there like that for a while, holding his shirt to his chest.
"He came back." he whispered softly, to himself.
Mitsui Hisashi was back. Playing basketball with them again. He still couldn't believe it. He had hoped, dreamed, even prayed that one day his long lost crush would come back.
"Kami-sama. Arigatou." he whispered to whatever deity that had answered his prayers.
Two years. He was gone for two years.
When Mitsui had left the basketball team in despair, he fell into despair himself. He had felt what the other boy had felt. Had tried again and again to persuade the black haired boy to return but he was hurt when the other boy pushed him away, telling him to mind his own business. It hurt him, too much.
To be with him again.
He felt happy when Mitsui finally decided to come back to them. But to his dismay, he felt something else. Something that he knew would very well ruin everything that he had with the other scarred senior.
When he first met Mitsui he thought what he felt was just admiration, perhaps even just a crush. But now...
Maybe. Just maybe...
Kogure pushed that thought away. He changed quickly, trying not to think about the scar faced player. He grabbed his bag, closing his door on his way out.
He can't love me. He can't...
"Yo, Kogure!"
Kogure recognized that voice immediately. It was the very voice that he fell in love with. /It's not the time to think of something like this/ he berated himself. He turned and smiled, trying hard to ignore the butterflies that fluttered in his stomach every time he was with the scarred player. /Not now./
"Mitsui," he greeted the player, who gave him a sexy smile. /Kami-sama, do you know what you do to me when you smile like that?/
"Where's Akagi?"
"He went home about a few minutes ago. Why are you looking for him?"
"Nan demonai. I was just wondering," Mitsui's blue eyes lit up, or at least Kogure thought so. "You two were always together..."
"Wha...?" Kogure couldn't think of anything to say. /Does he think...?/
"I would think that you guys were going out or something..." Mitsui snickered. "If it wasn't for the fact that Akagi's as straight as a rod."
"Oh." the bespectacled boy could only utter that, for there only a blank in his head. /Wai..wait, how did he know that Akagi is straight?/
"Anyway," the shooting guard scratched his head. "You going home now?"
"Yeah," Kogure shifted a little. He thought that Mitsui had left right after the practice had ended. "Did you... forget something?"
"Iie, I just..." Mitsui looked away. "It's kinda late," he shifted his gaze to the clock.
"Yeah, it is," Kogure shifted again, wondering what Mitsui wanted.
"Um..I...Why don't I walk you home?" Mitsui was toeing at the ground now, looking down as if he was talking to the floor and not to Kogure.
"Eh?" Kogure looked at his teammate, surprised not for the first time that evening.
"That is," Mitsui said quickly, "If you don't mind."
It took Kogure a while to recover. Would he mind? Heck, Of course not! He shook his head.
"No, I don't mind," he smiled at the other boy, who smiled happily.
"Let's go, then."
"Hai." he nodded.
Maybe... Just maybe...there was a chance…