Just Another Story
Ramblings: This is my first SD fic, and I've only watched a few episodes of SD, so gomenasai!!! I'm just itching to create a RukawaxOC thing… well, here goes nothing!!!
Oh yeah, I twisted some stuff in the anime so I hope u don't mind (too much) (
Disclaimer: SD ain't mine, as well as any other anime ever invented…
One
Sendoh peered inside his younger sister's door, which was slightly ajar. The first day of school, and the still figure on the queen-sized bed was busy snoring.
As usual.
'I give up.' Sendoh thought, entering Saemi's room. It was colder than an igloo on the South Pole.
'She's always like this…'
Sighing, he shook the sleeping figure vigorously until she opened his eyes.
"Nandate…" She murmured, squinting at him. "Oh, it's you."
She rolled over and went to sleep, as if he didn't exist.
"Wake up, Saemi, it's time for school." He said, shivering involuntarily. "Aren't you cold?" He added.
"No…"
He rubbed his hands to make himself warmer. He half expected to see snow bursting out of the air conditioner accompanied by some penguins, but he knew that was impossible. He shook his head disbelievingly at his sister, then switched the air con off. What kind of skin does she have, anyway?
"Saemi, it's your first day at Shohoku High. You can't be late."
"Five minutes…" She mumbled, covering her face with her pillow.
"You don't have five minutes anymore." Sendoh reminded her, gathering the books and notebooks she had laid out on her table and placing them in her purple backpack. Her flaming red hair was barely visible beneath the comforter.
"Saemi."
No answer.
"Okay, I'll take you to that stupid carnival with your friends this Saturday."
Bingo.
"All right! I'll bring my new friends, too. Okay, Oniichan?"
Sendoh imagined himself at the carnival, surrounded by Saemi's giggly friends who whispered whenever a cute boy past by or whenever he had to talk to them because Saemi was lost. He imagined himself waiting outside like some stupid idiot for half an hour outside the girl's bathroom as they "freshened up a bit." And knowing Saemi, his wallet was gonna be deflated big time.
He was gonna tell Saemi 'no' but after seeing her excited emerald eyes, it was impossible.
"Fine, fine. But that means I can bring my friends, too." He was always too soft whenever she was concerned.
"Yes!" Saemi cried, tackling him onto the floor with a big bear hug.
"The hair! The hair!" Sendoh panicked, touching his spiky hair protectively.
She let go, then entered the bathroom to change into her uniform.
Sendoh groaned. "If those new friends come even close to her old ones, I'm gonna die early!"
Rukawa Kaede locked his infamous bicycle onto the bike rack before he went inside his new school. He barely glanced at it as he trudged wearily up the steps. Somehow, he had managed to get to school safe and sound, owing generously to the cars and passers-by who got out of his way before it was too late. He shook his head and tried to stay awake. His efforts were in vain.
He entered his classroom groggily, past the girls who were whispering and staring at him, then slumped into the nearest empty chair. For once, he wasn't late for a first day. The teacher arrived shortly afterwards.
"Ohayou. My name is—"
Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing a tall red head with a purple backpack. She was panting heavily.
Several boys' heads turned, even the ones with girlfriends. Someone even whistled. Rukawa just glanced at her, then went back to sleep.
"I'm sorry I'm late." The girl said, sitting beside Rukawa.
He didn't stir. Not until he smelled her perfume. 'She smells like Saemi.' He thought. 'And she sounds like Saemi. She looks like Saemi, too.' He frowned. Not only that, but she was late like Saemi, too.
He lifted his head sideways, and was surprised to see that she was Saemi. His former junior high school classmate and lifelong crush. Sendoh Saemi. But of course, he didn't want to admit that.
'You're still sleepy, Rukawa.' He told himself. 'You're imagining all sorts of things.'
Saemi stared at Rukawa, who was now asleep and drooling. 'Yuck, what kind of a guy is he? He reminds me of that basketball player in junior high…always asleep and drooling.'
She peered at him more closely. "Ne, ne, do I know you?" She whispered, so the teacher wouldn't hear.
"Ne." She whispered again, tapping him on the shoulder. Luckily, Rukawa wasn't in a bad mood.
"What?!" He hissed, scowling.
"OH! It's you!" Saemi said, staring at him in awe. "It really IS you!"
Rukawa's heart skipped a beat. Maybe she liked him, too? He wondered whether she of all people would confess to liking him (why? Find out later) when she smiled and said,
"Nukawa, wasn't it?"
"RU-kawa." He said, annoyed. What kind of girl didn't remember his name anyway?
"Oh, sorry." She smiled sheepishly. "Hello, Rukawa. You may continue with your important business now."
He raised an eyebrow at her, then turned to sleep. But he couldn't.
'RUKAWA!' He thought to himself. 'Stop THIKING about HER!'
Saemi frowned as she entered the Sendoh residence after school. It was deserted. "That's odd." She said aloud. "Oniichan should be home by now."
A loud burst of cheers erupted from the back of the house, presumably the basketball court behind it. Clearly, Sendoh had invited "a few friends over" for a "friendly match."
She shrugged at the thought, then proceeded to the refrigerator to get some snacks for herself. Her laid out "snacks" on the living room table could feed the whole Shohoku team (including Sakuragi) for a day. Her books and notebooks followed suit, and pretty soon Saemi was studying in front of her favorite show in full volume.
She was halfway through the first assignment when the doorbell rang. "Who could that be?" She thought.
"IT'S OPEN!" She yelled, as loud as she could.
She heard the door open and close, then she lowered the volume of the TV. Her mom hated it when she made so much noise.
"Saemi-chan."
"Ah, Maki-kun."
The Kainan player nodded in greeting, then pointed to his uniform. "I was bored, and your house was closest. Where's Mr. Smiley?"
"Court." She said, stretching. Maki stared at the food wrappers and candy bars on the table. "Wow. That's even more than the last time I came here." He said.
"That was yesterday. School makes me hungry, can't help it." Saemi replied, shrugging.
"How are you and Fujima doing?" Maki asked innocently.
"I'm fine, dunno about him."
"Oh?"
"Maki, I told you I don't have time for that."
"Oh?"
"Quit it."
"Oh?"
Saemi raised an eyebrow at him. "Go on. Play basketball and leave me alone. Shoo, shoo."
"Not until you promise to go out with Fujima if he asks you."
"Maki!"
"C'mon, have pity for the guy."
"Fine. Now stop bothering me."
"Okay! I'll go tell Sendoh and you'll have to be my slave for a week if you don't keep your promise."
"Says who?"
"Says me. I'm sure you'd want to go to that festival my little cousins are dragging me to this Saturday."
Saemi paled.
"Well, I'll go shoo, like you said. Ja ne."
"I swear I'll get you for this!" Saemi fumed, returning to her homework. "Can't you baka people see that I can't fall in love? It's not in my genes."
'Me, fall in love?' She thought. 'Impossible.'
How is it? Does it suck? Aw, you're making me feel bad! ::Sniff.::
Ramblings: This is my first SD fic, and I've only watched a few episodes of SD, so gomenasai!!! I'm just itching to create a RukawaxOC thing… well, here goes nothing!!!
Oh yeah, I twisted some stuff in the anime so I hope u don't mind (too much) (
Disclaimer: SD ain't mine, as well as any other anime ever invented…
One
Sendoh peered inside his younger sister's door, which was slightly ajar. The first day of school, and the still figure on the queen-sized bed was busy snoring.
As usual.
'I give up.' Sendoh thought, entering Saemi's room. It was colder than an igloo on the South Pole.
'She's always like this…'
Sighing, he shook the sleeping figure vigorously until she opened his eyes.
"Nandate…" She murmured, squinting at him. "Oh, it's you."
She rolled over and went to sleep, as if he didn't exist.
"Wake up, Saemi, it's time for school." He said, shivering involuntarily. "Aren't you cold?" He added.
"No…"
He rubbed his hands to make himself warmer. He half expected to see snow bursting out of the air conditioner accompanied by some penguins, but he knew that was impossible. He shook his head disbelievingly at his sister, then switched the air con off. What kind of skin does she have, anyway?
"Saemi, it's your first day at Shohoku High. You can't be late."
"Five minutes…" She mumbled, covering her face with her pillow.
"You don't have five minutes anymore." Sendoh reminded her, gathering the books and notebooks she had laid out on her table and placing them in her purple backpack. Her flaming red hair was barely visible beneath the comforter.
"Saemi."
No answer.
"Okay, I'll take you to that stupid carnival with your friends this Saturday."
Bingo.
"All right! I'll bring my new friends, too. Okay, Oniichan?"
Sendoh imagined himself at the carnival, surrounded by Saemi's giggly friends who whispered whenever a cute boy past by or whenever he had to talk to them because Saemi was lost. He imagined himself waiting outside like some stupid idiot for half an hour outside the girl's bathroom as they "freshened up a bit." And knowing Saemi, his wallet was gonna be deflated big time.
He was gonna tell Saemi 'no' but after seeing her excited emerald eyes, it was impossible.
"Fine, fine. But that means I can bring my friends, too." He was always too soft whenever she was concerned.
"Yes!" Saemi cried, tackling him onto the floor with a big bear hug.
"The hair! The hair!" Sendoh panicked, touching his spiky hair protectively.
She let go, then entered the bathroom to change into her uniform.
Sendoh groaned. "If those new friends come even close to her old ones, I'm gonna die early!"
Rukawa Kaede locked his infamous bicycle onto the bike rack before he went inside his new school. He barely glanced at it as he trudged wearily up the steps. Somehow, he had managed to get to school safe and sound, owing generously to the cars and passers-by who got out of his way before it was too late. He shook his head and tried to stay awake. His efforts were in vain.
He entered his classroom groggily, past the girls who were whispering and staring at him, then slumped into the nearest empty chair. For once, he wasn't late for a first day. The teacher arrived shortly afterwards.
"Ohayou. My name is—"
Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing a tall red head with a purple backpack. She was panting heavily.
Several boys' heads turned, even the ones with girlfriends. Someone even whistled. Rukawa just glanced at her, then went back to sleep.
"I'm sorry I'm late." The girl said, sitting beside Rukawa.
He didn't stir. Not until he smelled her perfume. 'She smells like Saemi.' He thought. 'And she sounds like Saemi. She looks like Saemi, too.' He frowned. Not only that, but she was late like Saemi, too.
He lifted his head sideways, and was surprised to see that she was Saemi. His former junior high school classmate and lifelong crush. Sendoh Saemi. But of course, he didn't want to admit that.
'You're still sleepy, Rukawa.' He told himself. 'You're imagining all sorts of things.'
Saemi stared at Rukawa, who was now asleep and drooling. 'Yuck, what kind of a guy is he? He reminds me of that basketball player in junior high…always asleep and drooling.'
She peered at him more closely. "Ne, ne, do I know you?" She whispered, so the teacher wouldn't hear.
"Ne." She whispered again, tapping him on the shoulder. Luckily, Rukawa wasn't in a bad mood.
"What?!" He hissed, scowling.
"OH! It's you!" Saemi said, staring at him in awe. "It really IS you!"
Rukawa's heart skipped a beat. Maybe she liked him, too? He wondered whether she of all people would confess to liking him (why? Find out later) when she smiled and said,
"Nukawa, wasn't it?"
"RU-kawa." He said, annoyed. What kind of girl didn't remember his name anyway?
"Oh, sorry." She smiled sheepishly. "Hello, Rukawa. You may continue with your important business now."
He raised an eyebrow at her, then turned to sleep. But he couldn't.
'RUKAWA!' He thought to himself. 'Stop THIKING about HER!'
Saemi frowned as she entered the Sendoh residence after school. It was deserted. "That's odd." She said aloud. "Oniichan should be home by now."
A loud burst of cheers erupted from the back of the house, presumably the basketball court behind it. Clearly, Sendoh had invited "a few friends over" for a "friendly match."
She shrugged at the thought, then proceeded to the refrigerator to get some snacks for herself. Her laid out "snacks" on the living room table could feed the whole Shohoku team (including Sakuragi) for a day. Her books and notebooks followed suit, and pretty soon Saemi was studying in front of her favorite show in full volume.
She was halfway through the first assignment when the doorbell rang. "Who could that be?" She thought.
"IT'S OPEN!" She yelled, as loud as she could.
She heard the door open and close, then she lowered the volume of the TV. Her mom hated it when she made so much noise.
"Saemi-chan."
"Ah, Maki-kun."
The Kainan player nodded in greeting, then pointed to his uniform. "I was bored, and your house was closest. Where's Mr. Smiley?"
"Court." She said, stretching. Maki stared at the food wrappers and candy bars on the table. "Wow. That's even more than the last time I came here." He said.
"That was yesterday. School makes me hungry, can't help it." Saemi replied, shrugging.
"How are you and Fujima doing?" Maki asked innocently.
"I'm fine, dunno about him."
"Oh?"
"Maki, I told you I don't have time for that."
"Oh?"
"Quit it."
"Oh?"
Saemi raised an eyebrow at him. "Go on. Play basketball and leave me alone. Shoo, shoo."
"Not until you promise to go out with Fujima if he asks you."
"Maki!"
"C'mon, have pity for the guy."
"Fine. Now stop bothering me."
"Okay! I'll go tell Sendoh and you'll have to be my slave for a week if you don't keep your promise."
"Says who?"
"Says me. I'm sure you'd want to go to that festival my little cousins are dragging me to this Saturday."
Saemi paled.
"Well, I'll go shoo, like you said. Ja ne."
"I swear I'll get you for this!" Saemi fumed, returning to her homework. "Can't you baka people see that I can't fall in love? It's not in my genes."
'Me, fall in love?' She thought. 'Impossible.'
How is it? Does it suck? Aw, you're making me feel bad! ::Sniff.::