A/N: Oh my¡­I can¡¯t believe I am writing a Slam Dunk fic¡­but there you are! I think Fang influenced me...anyway, I'm writing a fic on Sakuragi 'cos I think he's cute...his actions are cute and his hair is cute. Okay, please don't expect this to be a yaoi fic...I don't really like the idea of homosexual relationships. This is non-yaoi and safe for anyone to read.

Disclaimer: Do I have to put it down? Oh alright. Slam Dunk does not belong to me. Eh, to whom then? Oh, you know it.

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CHAPTER ONE

¡°What¡¯s that new movie theatre I see, I see? A place for Haruko-chan¡­ and me, and me!¡± Sakuragi hummed, what he thought was a song-cum-rhyme. Unfortunately, the song went out of pitch as usual.

¡°Hanamichi! Why are you in such a good mood today?¡± Yohei questioned.

¡°Ahahaha!¡± Sakuragi laughed his trademark laugh, his eyes turning to adorable little slits. ¡°A new movie theatre has been opened in town! Do me a favour: persuade Haruko-chan to catch a movie with me!¡± he pleaded.

Yohei looked as though he never knew Sakuragi in his life; he turned his head and pretended to study a dull brown sparrow perched on a tree.

¡°Hmph! Never mind. The Tensai can succeed at whatever he wants to do!¡± Sakuragi put on an arrogant and self-satisfied smile, stalking away with huge strides. Yohei chuckled to himself; he did not think that he would live to see Sakuragi make Haruko fall for him.

Sakuragi fumed silently as the feeling of wanting to prove Yohei wrong built up inside him. He would not lose again.

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¡°Hello, Hanamichi. Taken any action yet?¡± It was Yohei, calling him again. Sakuragi felt himself turning red. At school, he had tried to pluck up the courage to approach Haruko, yet her presence made all his senses elude him and he felt his legs cramp up. He had then crumpled to the floor, earning the jeers of students crossing the hallway.

¡°Eh¡­I haven¡¯t got around to asking her yet, but I will!¡± Sakuragi fumbled for an excuse.

¡°Hahaha¡­¡± Yohei laughed smugly. ¡°We¡¯ll see.¡±

Eep. That was the most humiliating conversation I¡¯ve had in my life. How can I let him get the better of me? I must get Haruko-chan to go on a date with me, or I can never show my face again¡­ Sakuragi thought desperately.

Yohei was smiling to himself after replacing the receiver. Hanamichi has never succeeded at wooing Haruko before. So how can he ever win this time round?

¡°Heads, I win. Tails, he wins.¡± Sakuragi flipped the coin into the air, praying fervently for it to land on heads. It rolled into a drain. He cursed loudly and kicked the grating.

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¡°Sakuragi-kun! Gambatte!¡± Haruko was there again, at the Shohoku High School basketball court, cheering him on. Sakuragi smiled despite the sharp pain in his ankle. He had sprained his ankle a few days ago, and it still bothered him now. Distracted by her high-pitched cry of encouragement, he slipped and twisted the already injured ankle.

¡°Ouch¡­¡± he moaned repeatly, not caring if his image of Tensai was damaged or not.

¡°Sakuragi-kun! Daijobu?¡± Haruko was there in an instant, with a mixture of concern and horror on her face.

This is my chance , Sakuragi thought, his eyelids lowering. He immediately groaned louder for the benefit of Haruko. She seemed flustered, and Sakuragi knew his plan was working very well indeed. Moaning again, he clutched his ankle, knowing Haruko would see it.

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A/N: Please tell me what you think of this because this is my first attempt at a Slam Dunk fic¡­ I don¡¯t think I¡¯m doing a good job of it though.