Rukawa's secret passion
a weird, AU, yaoi fic by Star!
NB. For the purposes of this fic... all the sd boyz have really weird ages... eg Sendoh's in the same
year as Rukawa, and Fujima is much older than them... but they're still the same people :-)
WARNING! An extremely out of character Sakuragi *so out of character you won't believe it's
him!*
Dedicated to Hana-Ling because *finally* she likes one of my fics!
~*~*~*~*~
In one beautiful movement, Rukawa leapt up, causing the spectators to ohh' and ahh' in
amazement. Landing gracefully on the floor, the fox-eyed boy allowed himself to clench his fists
in the smallest sign of victory that went unnoticed by most.
He'd done it. He'd won. The cup, once again, would return to Shohoku.
Sendoh stood under the sign at the entrance. He read it over and over again, still unable to
believe that he was finally here, going to be coached by the amazing Anzai-sensei himself. I
mean... this was /Shohoku/... the school that had brought home the national cup for the past 10
years!
Too bad Koshino hadn't been offered a place, it would have been nice to have a familiar face
around the place, but Sendoh was sure he'd make friends quick enough.
He touched his unique hairstyle to make sure everything was in place before slinging his gym bag
over his shoulder and making his way towards the main entarnce.
A few minutes later another figure entered the gate, also with a gym bag.
The boy was walking at a lazy pace... well, lazy is the unstatement of the year because the boy
was actually sound asleep, and therefore comletely unaware of where he was going. It was
unsurprising therefore when he walked straight into a tree. It was a little surprising when he then
punched the tree hard in punishment for waking him up. But it was /very/ surprising when,
realising that the punch didn't have much effect, the boy gave the tree such an icy glare that the
leaves actually began to wilt and fall in the middle of summer. Nodding in satisfaction *or was
he falling asleep again?* the boy continued his lazy walk towards the school building that was
Shohoku Ballet School.'
Authors note:
I hope I've wet your taste buds... heehee... ballet... I came up with the idea during a particually
boring Biology lesson when my friend Hana-Ling was drawing ballet dancers. Crazy huh?
I quite like this story, so I hope you'll read on.
This is *of course* dedicated to Hana-Ling, simply cos it's the first one of my fics that she's
actually liked :-)
ja ne
Star xxxx Lovin' the Kitsune
a weird, AU, yaoi fic by Star!
NB. For the purposes of this fic... all the sd boyz have really weird ages... eg Sendoh's in the same
year as Rukawa, and Fujima is much older than them... but they're still the same people :-)
WARNING! An extremely out of character Sakuragi *so out of character you won't believe it's
him!*
Dedicated to Hana-Ling because *finally* she likes one of my fics!
~*~*~*~*~
In one beautiful movement, Rukawa leapt up, causing the spectators to ohh' and ahh' in
amazement. Landing gracefully on the floor, the fox-eyed boy allowed himself to clench his fists
in the smallest sign of victory that went unnoticed by most.
He'd done it. He'd won. The cup, once again, would return to Shohoku.
Sendoh stood under the sign at the entrance. He read it over and over again, still unable to
believe that he was finally here, going to be coached by the amazing Anzai-sensei himself. I
mean... this was /Shohoku/... the school that had brought home the national cup for the past 10
years!
Too bad Koshino hadn't been offered a place, it would have been nice to have a familiar face
around the place, but Sendoh was sure he'd make friends quick enough.
He touched his unique hairstyle to make sure everything was in place before slinging his gym bag
over his shoulder and making his way towards the main entarnce.
A few minutes later another figure entered the gate, also with a gym bag.
The boy was walking at a lazy pace... well, lazy is the unstatement of the year because the boy
was actually sound asleep, and therefore comletely unaware of where he was going. It was
unsurprising therefore when he walked straight into a tree. It was a little surprising when he then
punched the tree hard in punishment for waking him up. But it was /very/ surprising when,
realising that the punch didn't have much effect, the boy gave the tree such an icy glare that the
leaves actually began to wilt and fall in the middle of summer. Nodding in satisfaction *or was
he falling asleep again?* the boy continued his lazy walk towards the school building that was
Shohoku Ballet School.'
Authors note:
I hope I've wet your taste buds... heehee... ballet... I came up with the idea during a particually
boring Biology lesson when my friend Hana-Ling was drawing ballet dancers. Crazy huh?
I quite like this story, so I hope you'll read on.
This is *of course* dedicated to Hana-Ling, simply cos it's the first one of my fics that she's
actually liked :-)
ja ne
Star xxxx Lovin' the Kitsune