Disclaimer: I do not own Slamdunk and its characters. This fiction is made only for personal entertainment purpose.
Hi guys! Welcome to my first SD fanfic. I'm a fan of Mitsui (The man of fire!) To me, Mitsui is a lot of things. He is a dreamer, a fighter (for his beloved basketball), a bad boy... hehe... Perhaps nothing is sexier than that. He is also someone who just needs some serious L-O-V-E. He is a bad boy with a fragile soul. So I created a special girl for him. Is he going to get to love and be loved?
Hope you guys enjoy the fic and please give reviews! Thank you!
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PROLOGUE
"Ba-bum-ba-ba-ba-bum….." an extremely loud and strange noise echoes in Mitsui's eardrums.
Still laying comfortably on his tatami in the living room, he slowly opens his eyes and looks at his alarm clock. It's only 6am in the morning!
Wait a minute. School starts at 8am and there is no early basketball practice today. There is absolutely no point for him to get up this early. He blinks his eyes a couple times and finds out that it isn't really his clock that is making the noise.
It's Mesa's!
Mitsui pulls the blanket over his head and puts his palms over his ears. No use. That stupid clock is still screaming, "Ba-bum-ba-ba-ba-bum….."
He gets up in a jump and storms toward Mesa's bedroom. Without knocking on the door or any warning, he busts open the door and starts yelling, "Mesa Hashimoto! Turn…"
Before he can finish with what he wants to say, which should be "Turn that thing off", he is stopped by Mesa's scream and a pillow over his face.
"Hey! You… you've just violated rule #3 – Hisashi Mitsui can never enter Mesa Hashimoto's room!" Mesa covers her torso with a thin blanket just in time when Mitsui busts in. She has just put on her school uniform skirt.
"Opps… I didn't know you were changing…" Mitsui can see Mesa's bare shoulders not covered by the blanket.
He is just standing there now as if he is enjoying the sight.
"Well? What the heck are you looking at, mister? Get – out – now!"
"Yeah I came to tell you to turn off your stupid alarm. It woke me up! Why are you going to school so early today anyway?" Mitsui still stands there.
"It's none of your business."
"It IS now because I'm up." said Mitsui.
"What does it have to do with that?" She holds on to the blanket tighter.
"Then I just won't leave you alone until you tell me why." He says it with a causal tone.
He just wants to give her a hard time for no big reason. She woke him up. That's why.
Mesa takes a deep breathe and exhales, "Whatever. I'm going to school early because I have to help setting up the culture festival. I'm in the committee for credits. Now can you please get out of my room?"
Mitsui likes to see her get mad and likes it even more when she exhales and gives in. He hasn't known her for too long but he knows that habit of hers for sure. When she is pissed but has to cooperate, she breathes hard.
"What a good student, eh? I'll see you at school then." He says then closes the door.
Mesa looks relieved.
After just a few seconds though, Mitsui busts open the door again and Mesa screams even louder this time.
"Well, I'm up anyway. Let's go to school together! I can help you with your work." Mitsui makes an offer which he believes is quite irresistible. Since when can any girl get Hisashi Mitsui – the MVP, ex-gangster and future nationals champ, to do anything in total willingness?
Instead of throwing a pillow at him again, Mesa picks up the alarm clock and throws it to his forehead with her refined arm, "Rule #2 – Hisashi Mitsui and Mesa Hashimoto can never get to school TOGETHER or be seen together or be known that they know each other more than anything but classmates!!"
Mitsui, being an athlete, smoothly dodged the alarm clock sent his way.
So what? Rules are made to be broken. At least in Mitsui's book, there is no such thing as following the rules. His inner bad boy is not dead and little Miss Foxy here is unknowingly attracting him to want to unleash…...