A/N: I'M BAAAAAACCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!! Long time no see minna! How y'all been??? ^____^ Stupid end term exams…wasn't able to write for WEEKS…well, aside from a lack of divine inspiration ^^;;; Anyway, Mikara is here, back at your service, and I intend to write fics for the whole summer, and not just for Slam Dunk! Yay!! ^___________________________^ God, am I glad classes are over…
Anyway for the fic eklat…it's another 'Watching'! Yes folks, that's right, another passive-watching-slightly-angst-ridden-bystander-who-just-happens-to-be-a-friend-of-mine-and-a-member-of-the-R.O.W. fic! Only this time it's in poem form, it's not that angst-ridden, and I sympathize more with the bishounen in question ^^ I never did like Kiyota that much ^^;;; And you'll actually have to use your imagination to make it even mildly romantic ^^;;;;;;;; It's actually more of what I feel whenever I see my favorite megane doing…his thing ^^ But I also think it applies more to the one who's really thinking (or writing) in this fic—my dear friend and expert broomstick rider, Nayomi-chan. Oh yeah before I forget, this fic's supposed to be dedicated to her and her relationship with Kogure ^_^
Damn the author's note's become longer than the fic itself! Is that a good or bad thing??? At puro smiley pa!! (It's goshdarned full of smileys!!)
Of Sendoh.
Of Sendoh.
Of SENDOH.
Slam Dunk doesn't belong to me, and neither does Nayomi ^^;
I Wonder About You
And as
you're sitting there,
the smiling megane,
I wonder.
Why you smile
Why you sit back there with your hands in your lap
As time beats you down again and again
You seem not to notice.
I wonder
Why you always seem to be there
Why you're always open to everyone
You give
And they receive
Why is that?
Why do you never give in
Why you never run away
Why is it only you
Who can?
You know, Kogure,
Sometimes…
I wonder about you.
You can't seem to be human.