I've been wanting to write fan-fic, ever since I was in high school, though never got chance to properly do so, as exams in reality land were constantly beckoning at my door. I can say that most of my inspiration comes from anime, as well as music, be it anime soundtracks or pop music, for example Backstreet boys or Shakira. And I know that nearly 99.9% of the fan fiction produced by aspiring fiction writers like you and me, would have the most ~Perfect~ characters to suit the roles in which it is based upon. They perpetually have the perfect hair, perfect figure…. Well, in my world of fiction, it's got an element of reality. Reality bites, yes, but after putting a whole lot of anime goodness, and it'll be so much better. *smiles* And what better way, than to read a fan fiction of your favourite anime! Love, romance, lust, hate, and a host of other feelings are the keys that can make the human heart crumble. And they say sticks and stones may break my bones, but words shall never hurt me. What a load of baloney. Words can make and break a person, and depending on the individuality of that person, he can be as emotional as Sakuragi Hanamichi, or as expressionless as Rukawa Kaede. Both (may) have the ability to feel, however, how they express it as well as the future consequences, are in another league altogether.
People always have this need to be loved, and I agree, as that's human nature. But when one has to give love, one has to think twice, or so I've been told. It's easier to take love, rather than give love, as it means you're giving a piece, if not a whole bloody chunk of your heart to that someone who you feel you can trust and feel who would not betray you. That may not necessarily mean you understand them. In the world of fan fiction, or daydream land, we have visions of what we should have, or what we could have done, be it in a relationship or in our lives. This is what has been going through my mind as I'm writing this.
Also, please do not misunderstand, I love ALL of the guys in slam dunk, from every school…. Ok, not every school.. I hate Fuku from Ryonan…. But some have to be the bad guys, right? But then again, there is the saying, which may SOMETIMES apply, that girls LOVE bad boys, right? Right. "…………" ^Sweat drop^
Anyways, I'm thinking of writing 2 fics, but may not necessarily be linked to each other. Time will tell. Though all I can say for now is that please enjoy the fic, and post comments so I can improve on the storyline, without compromising the original fantasy. ^_^ Flames will be ignored. (Doesn't hurt to be courteous)
I try to write my fics with as much passion as I can muster, with the images and sounds (music) that I have gathered and relevancy, and detail, as well as trying to make the slam dunk character as close to the original thing as possible. As for the new characters, that I have made up, they are of my own creation, and you guys can't have them! Nya nya! LOL BTW, if any names or events happen to be similar or down right the same, please accept my humblest apologies, as I have probably not read your fic anyway prior to writing my own. I would definitely credit the Writers whose snippets I have taken a bit from, and have asked permission from. I'm very honest. And, if some facts do not coincide with the actual Japanese school system, or with other things, please do help me to be precise, so the fic can be as realistic as it can be to the reader's mind. I apologise in advance, coz it's to my limited knowledge of what the school system is like. But, in any case, just enjoy the fic, darn it! LOL
As a note, I do not own Slam Dunk, nor am I buddies with Inoue Takehiko, the author of Slam-dunk. I just love his work, and hope to live peacefully with my fics. Don't sue me, as I have no Okane. (Money)
Thanks for reading my ramblings, and now the Story Begins………………
Author: day 1(=^_^=) Chapter 1 – The Beginning (=^_^=)
It was spring, and the Sakuras were blooming. It was time for students all over Japan to go back to school, and in Shohoku High, it was a hive of activity.
"Aahhhh!!! I'm gonna be late for school!!! Mou!!!! Not today, of all days!!!!" cried Kimiko at the top of her lungs, staring at the light blue neko clock, in her hand. Toyowara Kimiko, a plump bespectacled 16-year-old girl, whose new year's resolution to be punctual (by her definition) for school was a failure, (L.I.D.[author]: To be early by 30 minutes is a failure? O_o) at least for today, since she was perpetually late for school since Junior High School.
=OOC=
Kimiko: You just HAD to make me late for school, didn't you?
L.I.D.[author]: Urusei, Kimiko-chan! You want me to tell your story for you or not? I'm trying to be nice here, telling it with as much feeling as you originally had it! Mou!
Kimiko: okay… Just make me be on time this once! Onegaishimasu!!!!
L.I.D.[author]: "…………" ^Sweat drop^
=END OF OOC=
She had been previously from the Kyoto prefecture, and had presently moved to the Kanagawa prefecture, because of her father's work posting. She raced to the bathroom, nearly tripping over some of the junk that she had forgotten to clear up last night. Kimiko was usually a tidy girl, although sometimes, when she was really busy preparing for her exams or running errands for her family, did she have time to clean up what she had messily thrown about in her own room.
"Kimiko-chan! Are you up yet?" shouted Kimiko's mother.
"H-hai!!!! Don't rush me okaasan!!! You know how I get when I'm rushed in the morning!!!" replied the frantic girl in the bathroom. "Demo, arigato, okaasan! Ha ha!!"
"That girl…. Ha ha," grinned her mother. "She reminds me so much of her father…."
With a quick brush to the right, and to the left, Kimiko managed to brush her hair as well as her teeth at the same time. With lightning speed, she put on her uniform, socks and shoes, and bounded down the stairs. She greeted her mom and dad with a light peck on the cheek each, before snatching her breakfast, which was only a piece of toast, lightly spread with "OMG, I can't believe its butter!" spread. Apparently, she was on a diet, and insisted on that brand though her mum found it to be blasphemy as she thought butter was the only spread to go on top of toast or bread. (L.I.D.[author] : ~_~)
"Bye, 'ka-san, 'to-san!!! Love ya!" shouted Kimiko as she ran off to catch the bus to her new high school, Shohoku High.
Kimiko ran to the bus stop as fast as her chubby legs could carry her, and luckily, God was on her side, and she just barely managed to catch the bus. "Thank Kami-sama, Jesus…. Domo Arigatooo….." she gasped.
Upon arriving at bus stop near Shohoku High, she jumped off quickly, for she was nearly late for school, by her definition. Kimiko never liked to be late for school, and tried to be around 10 minutes ahead. She ran, nearly tripping herself on the pavement. (L.I.D.[author]: Kimiko has a slight tendency to trip, ne?) Somehow, not looking where she was going, she bumped into something, and fell flat on her behind, even though it was cushioned by her plump anatomy.
"Ittai!!!! Mou…." She cried out loud. Picking herself up, and looking at a pair of feet, she started to say: "Ano…. Honto ni sumimasen!!! I didn't look where I was going…" Upon standing up, she faced the chest of the person she bumped into, and there was a BIG teardrop on the side of her head.
"Daijobu ka?" Kimiko could only look up further, to where the voice was coming from, into a pair of dark brown eyes, and the worried face of a VERY tall man.
"H-h-hai!!! Domo arigato for asking…." Squeaked Kimiko as she was in total awe of the size of the guy that stood before her. "Good. I hope I didn't hurt you." The huge guy answered, with a smile, which were both an assurance as well as a fright to Kimiko.
Realising that after her fall, she was in a slight state of disarray and couldn't remember where the heck was Shohoku High. "Ano… Sumimasen, sempai…. Doko wa Shohoku High?" Kimiko asked, rather sheepishly, blushing. The huge guy could only try to stifle a laugh, when he grinned.
"I'm on my way there too. Iko ka? (Shall we go?)"
"H-hai…. Domo arigato, sempai!" Kimiko gratefully said.
They made their journey to the gates of Shohoku High, while walking, they made small talk.
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