A Prince's Diary

Written by: Pollux, co-authored by Night Strider

Disclaimer: We don't own SD boys, Inoue does. The events that follow are not included in the original plot but enjoy anyway.

Summary: Somebody left his diary in Shohoku's roof top. Apparently, the owner is in love. Youhei and company get hold of it and within a day, it has become a sell out. Who could be the owner? And his love, who is it?

Chapter I

Some time somewhere in Shohoku's windy roof top...

"Did you see Miyagi's face? What a glum. Bet you two thousand bucks he's been downed by Ayako again." It was Noma, moustache boy.

A kind of snorting laughter roared like a series of snickers from a pack of hyenas.

"Nobody's betting on it, so go speak for yourself. But I'll bet for the millennium comet to show up right now. Hey, Takamiya what time is it?" Youhei turned to the round boy; literally round, mind you.

"Two thirty on the dot. Is a comet really coming?" Takamiya asked back.

"Yeah. Nine hundred and thirty four years from now. Hey, what's up Okuusu? I thought you were sharing something about that Shisataka boy who's hitting on Ami?" Youhei popped the question.

"Oh. Nearly forgot about that. Anyway, yesterday I was shitting in the second floor CR since the freshmen's restroom was all packed with-"

"You can skip that."

"Right you are. I was sitting on the toilet bowl like this," squatted in a motion to reenact, "then I was sweating really bad like the fountain in front of Yisha Mall so I fetched a tissue that was nearby the door's lock-"

Guntai started to leave.

"Alright, alright. I heard Shisataka asking one of Ami's friends about her landline. Said his sister's celebrating her eighteenth birthday and there will be a ball. So Shisataka's planning to get Ami as his date in this party." Okuusu sighed, finally recognizing the others' irritation.

Guntai halted.

"Interesting. What about you, Takamiya? I thought you were keeping an eye on some Fukushu guy who's stalking this junior high girl in Xiasara School?" Youhei turned to the fat boy who scratched his head to indicate slight frustration.

"No leads. Haven't seen the girl myself. But Fukushu is hard hit for sure. She's probably a hottie." Takamiya shook his head.

"Uhmmm. Keep an eye on that. Our Busted's Guide is still half empty. We should fill it up before the semester ends." Youhei said seriously. Busted's Guide was a manual authored by the Guntai; it was practically a list of couples who broke up, guys turned down by girls and vice versa, and of course some unconfirmed and proven rumors of who liked who and vice versa. In short, some other people's love life.

"Don't boss us around, crackhead. You haven't even contributed anything yourself.' Noma snapped in annoyance. 'Why, you have nothing for three days."

Youhei ignored him and headed listlessly to the far off area of the roof top. He stopped at the middle and bent down. He found something; a pink hard-bound notebook that had been catching his eye all the while. He flipped the cover page open to be greeted by a manuscript about...

Dear Page 1,

Basketball practice was a little sloppy. But of course I didn't suck. I made 21 baskets this time and scarred everybody's ass by my deadly slams.

School sucks. Girls suck. Teachers suck. Day sucks. Weather sucks. My chair sucks. My locker sucks. My jersey sucks. Everything sucks. Everybody sucks. Except him. He rocks. And me too, I rock. Together we rock.

He looks so sexy, too hot and too cool all the same. He smiled at me. I just looked back. He winked at me when we won; again I just looked back. He gave me a high five when I blocked a shot; I gave him one anyway. He asked if he could drink in my water jug. I just nodded. His toothpaste is mint orange. Mine is strawberry, extra sweet.

Love?

(unsigned)

Youhei sweat-dropped despite the strong cool air. He slammed the book, sighed in disbelief, and patted his forehead to make sure he wasn't dreaming. The diary was dated 3 months ago. He went back to his friends who were sitting Indian style in a semi circle; apparently they were about to fall asleep. Then they noticed that Youhei's smile was reaching his short side burns like a maniac. They jumped out of their sleepiness and looked eagerly at their friend.

"Look what I've got, boys. Uhmmm, tasty like a cotton candy, and pink as one too." Youhei sniggered while waving the poor thing up in the air.

The three rushed around Youhei. After reading the first page they began to roar with the loudest laughter that was ever heard on that roof top.

"What a moron! This has gotta be the cheesiest thing I've encountered, except perhaps for my mom's lasagna. Hahaha."

"Damn. Come on, let me see the next entry. You can stuff me in a coffin if he/she hasn't raped the guy yet!"

"No, wait. He/she writes like a second grader...are you sure this isn't some grade school journal?"

"It's probably some English assignment or project..."

Then...

"I'm sure it's owned by someone in Shohoku Basketball team. That's that."

"Oh." The three shot an OK-we-see look at Youhei.

And so the four fortunate friends found the most awesome, most cryptic information kept inside Shohoku Basketball Team's history. And it was on the rooftop, mind you. Who could be hanging out frequently in this remote place to write on his diary anyway?

TBC

A/N: I have collaborated once again with my former partner, Night Strider. So if the sentence construction is a little different, don't wonder; it's most probably her words. Anyway, school's starting again so we're trying (really hard) to work out the resolution as soon as possible. Thanks for reading.