--Fairy Tales are for Sissy Girls like You--

A/N: Another fanfic that I sooo wish I can finish…

Disclaimer: I don't own Slam Dunk.

Chapter 1: The Big Bad Wolf …err- Fox

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Once upon a time, in a not so distant land there lived a little girl. Her mother had died when she was ten and so the little girl lived alone with her father. The little girl loved her father dearly, but he knew that his daughter needed care only a mother can provide, so he married again to a young, beautiful widow.

However, her stepmother, unknown to her father, was a wicked witch who is so jealous of the affection her husband gives to his daughter so she device a plan to get her out of the way…

STOP!

I'm day dreaming again! And for the fourth time this day! Gee, I'm in for the worst!

Other bridesmaid would have been excited, but not me. My father's wedding bored me to death and I'm wishing to the heavens that let it be quick.

I stifle a yawn and started to look around. No one will know that the bride came from a rich family. It was a simple church wedding, held on a local chapel. Aside from tons of beautiful flowers, the chapel was adorned simply.

The guests are carefully chosen. Ranging from thirty to forty-and most of them are my father's friends.

The best man is the bride's younger cousin and the only relative that manage to attend her wedding, for some unknown reason.

I glance at my watch, when the church organ began to play the wedding march. It's sound vibrated throughout the chapel, making some women shed a bit of tear and I even heard the old woman at my back talking to another woman that wedding always makes her cry. Cry huh? Well, I should be the one crying right now because my life will never be the same again after this day.

The bride approaches and everybody gasped when they set their eyes on her looking like a queen on her Vera Wang wedding gown. (I only have a RTW gown for crying out loud! I'm the daughter of the groom and much worse the maid of honor!)

Enemy Number 1: Rukawa, Hirumi. Age; thirty one, widow, finished her Masters in Harvard University, Business Management. READ: Magna cum laude. And that's not all, an heiress to a multimillion Real Estate Business in other parts of Asia. With saccharine smile that can make my favorite lolly pale in comparison, the most pleasant face that can make Barbie weep in envy and a talent in kitchen that can match even Wolfgang Puck and other culinary genius. (OK, I'm exaggerating things!)

A month ago everything was normal. As normal as any day you can imagine until that faithful day when my dad came bursting on my grandma's house saying that I should go home with him. I was so overwhelmed seeing my dad's home again after three years and even became so damn excited when he said a surprise was in store for me. I, of course love surprises, eagerly went with him despite my grandparents plea. And surprise, I was…

The guy beside me, wearing a three piece dark suit from Armani, cleared his throat making me snap back to reality. I look at him with annoyance but he just gave me that nonchalant, cocky look.

Enemy Number 2: Rukawa, Kaede; the bride's cousin. Age; fifteen; Height 187 cm (thanks to his cousin for providing that info), a basketball genius they say. READ: School Heartthrob.

I snorted. Well, he doesn't charm me! How can girls fall for someone like him? OK, I admit his handsome and everything with dark raven like hair and cobalt blue eyes. What's the biggie? He's just a guy who knows how to handle a round rubber ball. Nothing special and beside, he's a complete stranger.

I averted my eyes from him (I can see in his eyes that his animosity is for me alone) and look for my dad.

There, a few feet away from me, stood my father clad in Ralph Lauren tux (I rolled my eyes), transfixed by his bride as though it was the very first time he ever saw her. He looks so happy when he took her hand and faces the minister. I should be happy for him. Ever since mom died, he had dedicated his life for me and I know that he deserve a second chance of happiness. Me of all people should be happy that he had a reason to live again, but I can't I just can't. Hirumi is not what she appears to be but dad loves her so much.

I would have never object to this marriage if it wasn't from what I discover about Hirumi two weeks ago. I tried to talk about it with my father but he was so blindly in love with her that he just laugh and think of it as a joke.

I look at them again. Hirumi must be a very good actress for doing stunts like that, like she is so much in love with my dad.

The ceremony started. Another yawn escapes my lips but I didn't curb it this time. It was so boring that even the bride's cousin was already dozing beside me!

Come to think of it, he looks cute. Looks like a baby…

Agh! What am I thinking? Must not think like that!

"…you may kiss the bride…"

A sigh escape my mouth when the ceremony ended. Dutifully, I went to the couple and do my part as a daughter would. I embraced and kissed my dad on the cheek.

"I wish you all the happiness this world can bring, Daddy," I said sincerely in the verge of being emotional.

"Thank you, pet." My dad's smile was radiant. He raised his right hand to ruffle my hair like he used to but I immediately point my neatly done French braid. No messing of hair this time, I mouthed and he laughed.

Then I turned to Hirumi and kissed the air on her cheek. "Best wishes," I said, with a fake smile on my lips that I'm afraid my face would crack any moment.

Hirumi said her thank you with a smile.

As always, the well wishers flock the newly weds and I took that chance to back away.

"Being selfish, are we?"

For the second time he captured my thoughts. I look at him, eyebrows furrowed. "Who gave you that idea, bean pole?"

"You can fool the rest of the world but not me and Hirumi." His mouth turned down slightly in a mocking expression.

I glared at him and quickly turned around to walk away but I hardly make a step when a strong hand grabs my left arm obliging me to turn around.

"Can't you just accept the fact that there's someone who doesn't want to have your cousin as their stepmother?" I said sarcastically, raising my full five feet one and a half inch (don't forget the half) height. Gee! Talking to this boy can give me neck cramps. I hate men who are oh-so-tall! "I don't believe she is the one for my dad!" There, I said it.

His eyes, that was once cold and unemotional now burns with fire of hostility. He dragged me closer. There's danger written on his face and I must admit I'm starting to be afraid. "Hirumi's happiness is at stake here. And if her happiness is your father then I will do anything to stop you from interfering." With that, he just walk away leaving me speechless and a bit shaken.

My name's Takamiya, Toki, fifteen years old. And all I can say is…my twisted fairy tale starts now.

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A/N: Well that was the first chapter. Hope you like it. Feel free to review, guys.

Ciao!