A/N: 'Watching' was originally the title of a fic by one Star, whose fic
title and first three lines I took the liberty to plag—er, borrow for this
otherwise very original piece of rather odd fiction, so no suing, 'kay?
Kidding, just kidding! It's just that I usually get my inspiration for fics
from other fics, and this is just one instance of that happening. I haven't
asked Star's permission to borrow parts of her fic, but I would like to
make it clear right now that I borrowed this without her knowledge. Gomen
ne, Star-san! I'll email you as soon as I can, but I can't promise
anything.
Disclaimers: Slam Dunk belongs to Takehiko Inoue, it was never mine, and never will be.
My thanks go to Legato, who first gave me the idea of using the original 'Watching' for this fic.
This is my first fic that I felt was good enough to post, but comments, especially constructive ones, will be used to provide better service for you, our dearest customers…flames will be used to torch Sendoh's hair.
Legato: I thought you liked Sendoh-san!
Mikara: "You always hurt the ones you love…"
Legato: Eh?? Why burn Sendoh's hair when we can burn FUKUDA'S??? Wouldn't that be much more satisfactory, ne'chan?
Mikara: For once you're right!
Legato: I'm ALWAYS right! You always accepted my fic corrections!
Mikara: Oh yeah? Read the fic.
Legato: (reads the fic) Hey! Absolutely NONE of my correction are here! NE'CHAN!!!! (starts to cry)
Mikara: There, there, come on…(comforts Lega) Next time, I'll let you co- write with me!
Legato: Really??
Mikara: Yeah! With Dilly-chan and Nataku and all! Now can we let them read the fic so that we can flame Fukuda's hair?
Legato: YAY! LET'S!
Dedicated to Akai
Watching
So…
All I can do is sit here and watch you.
Nothing else.
You seem so happy and content, here on the basketball court, like you need nothing else, and nothing more.
I can't help but wonder if I could ever share in your /greatness/. Yes, because that's what you are. You don't boast for nothing, and you know it. The way you move on the court proves it.
Also, the way you move…it's almost as if you're in your own world, where you can't be touched by anyone, or ever be hurt.
Could I join you there? The question resides deep, in my beating heart, there in the day, and in the endless sleepless nights when I stare at the ceiling. And even then I see you.
The buzzer sounds.
You win the game. There is no contest. You knew. I knew. We all knew. The other team was beaten by a huge margin. Even in the beginning, they didn't try anymore. They knew too.
I can't do this any longer. I can't keep up, not when I finally know.
"I love you," I say in a whisper only I can hear. "I love you so much." I can feel the tears on my face. I wipe at them angrily, ducking my head, ashamed.
I stand up, and start to walk away. I don't want you to see me this way.
Maybe it was because my own eyes were half-closed, and my head lowered, that I didn't notice you, eyes wide and lips slightly parted, staring up at me from below.
And maybe because I wanted to get away so soon, that I didn't see those lips form a smile, and mouth my words back at me.
~Owari~
Ending notes: didja like the fic? Did you dislike it? Either way, please R&R, I'd really appreciate it. Oh, and just in case you're wondering, this fic is about a certain friend of mine and what she might be thinking watching Kiyota on the court. Thought it was 'bout Rukawa, didnt'cha?
Disclaimers: Slam Dunk belongs to Takehiko Inoue, it was never mine, and never will be.
My thanks go to Legato, who first gave me the idea of using the original 'Watching' for this fic.
This is my first fic that I felt was good enough to post, but comments, especially constructive ones, will be used to provide better service for you, our dearest customers…flames will be used to torch Sendoh's hair.
Legato: I thought you liked Sendoh-san!
Mikara: "You always hurt the ones you love…"
Legato: Eh?? Why burn Sendoh's hair when we can burn FUKUDA'S??? Wouldn't that be much more satisfactory, ne'chan?
Mikara: For once you're right!
Legato: I'm ALWAYS right! You always accepted my fic corrections!
Mikara: Oh yeah? Read the fic.
Legato: (reads the fic) Hey! Absolutely NONE of my correction are here! NE'CHAN!!!! (starts to cry)
Mikara: There, there, come on…(comforts Lega) Next time, I'll let you co- write with me!
Legato: Really??
Mikara: Yeah! With Dilly-chan and Nataku and all! Now can we let them read the fic so that we can flame Fukuda's hair?
Legato: YAY! LET'S!
Dedicated to Akai
Watching
So…
All I can do is sit here and watch you.
Nothing else.
You seem so happy and content, here on the basketball court, like you need nothing else, and nothing more.
I can't help but wonder if I could ever share in your /greatness/. Yes, because that's what you are. You don't boast for nothing, and you know it. The way you move on the court proves it.
Also, the way you move…it's almost as if you're in your own world, where you can't be touched by anyone, or ever be hurt.
Could I join you there? The question resides deep, in my beating heart, there in the day, and in the endless sleepless nights when I stare at the ceiling. And even then I see you.
The buzzer sounds.
You win the game. There is no contest. You knew. I knew. We all knew. The other team was beaten by a huge margin. Even in the beginning, they didn't try anymore. They knew too.
I can't do this any longer. I can't keep up, not when I finally know.
"I love you," I say in a whisper only I can hear. "I love you so much." I can feel the tears on my face. I wipe at them angrily, ducking my head, ashamed.
I stand up, and start to walk away. I don't want you to see me this way.
Maybe it was because my own eyes were half-closed, and my head lowered, that I didn't notice you, eyes wide and lips slightly parted, staring up at me from below.
And maybe because I wanted to get away so soon, that I didn't see those lips form a smile, and mouth my words back at me.
~Owari~
Ending notes: didja like the fic? Did you dislike it? Either way, please R&R, I'd really appreciate it. Oh, and just in case you're wondering, this fic is about a certain friend of mine and what she might be thinking watching Kiyota on the court. Thought it was 'bout Rukawa, didnt'cha?