AUTHOR'S NOTE: I just love Slam Dunk. Plain and simple. And yeah...I love Sakuragi Hanamichi
DISCLAIMER:yadda,yadda,yada...you know the drill
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Sakuragi was leisurely walking home, reminiscing the events that happened earlier. He had a good basketball practice, he actually beat Rukawa on one-on-one (much to the surprise of everyone!), and Haruko smiled at her. Yep, life was good! Thank God his back injury was fully healed, or else he would not be able to play basketball again. It seems like only a year ago that he abhorred basketball but now, it became a part of him. It became the air that he breathe. He had to thank Haruko for introducing him to this sport. "Haruko-chan..." Sakuragi blushes as he remembered the object of his affection.
He was cut from his revery when he noticed something peculiar. A black limousine was parked in front of their house. "This is odd. I didn't know my mother has a lucrative job,"Sakuragi thought. Months earlier, his mother was finally able to get a high paying job. They were finally able to live a life of comfort since his father died. But a limousine!?! Man, this is the tops! Sakuragi cautiously entered their gate and knocked at the front door, all the while looking back at the limousine. He was surprised to find a man that answered him at their door. "AHHHH!"Sakuragi screamed at the sight of a man well passed his 50's. This man had an elegant air surrounding him, his manner disarming even the toughest of all gangster like Sakuragi.
"May I take your coat, sir?" the man asked with a thick British accent. Sakuragi gawked at the man. "Who-who are you?"the red-head blurted. "I'm James, sir. May I take your coat?" the man replied, smiling now but rather stiffly.
Sakuragi thrust his varsity jacket into James and asked, "Where's my mother?" Before James could reply, loud voices emanated from the Sakuragi's living room. James looked at Sakuragi and said, "The mistress is having an...uhm...conversation with your uncle in the living room. May I request that you do not int.."But Sakuragi already barged in to the living room to demand what was happening. James just shooked his head at Sakuragi's retreating form "Stubborn just like your father.."James said wistfully as he gazed at Sakuragi's back.
DISCLAIMER:yadda,yadda,yada...you know the drill
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Sakuragi was leisurely walking home, reminiscing the events that happened earlier. He had a good basketball practice, he actually beat Rukawa on one-on-one (much to the surprise of everyone!), and Haruko smiled at her. Yep, life was good! Thank God his back injury was fully healed, or else he would not be able to play basketball again. It seems like only a year ago that he abhorred basketball but now, it became a part of him. It became the air that he breathe. He had to thank Haruko for introducing him to this sport. "Haruko-chan..." Sakuragi blushes as he remembered the object of his affection.
He was cut from his revery when he noticed something peculiar. A black limousine was parked in front of their house. "This is odd. I didn't know my mother has a lucrative job,"Sakuragi thought. Months earlier, his mother was finally able to get a high paying job. They were finally able to live a life of comfort since his father died. But a limousine!?! Man, this is the tops! Sakuragi cautiously entered their gate and knocked at the front door, all the while looking back at the limousine. He was surprised to find a man that answered him at their door. "AHHHH!"Sakuragi screamed at the sight of a man well passed his 50's. This man had an elegant air surrounding him, his manner disarming even the toughest of all gangster like Sakuragi.
"May I take your coat, sir?" the man asked with a thick British accent. Sakuragi gawked at the man. "Who-who are you?"the red-head blurted. "I'm James, sir. May I take your coat?" the man replied, smiling now but rather stiffly.
Sakuragi thrust his varsity jacket into James and asked, "Where's my mother?" Before James could reply, loud voices emanated from the Sakuragi's living room. James looked at Sakuragi and said, "The mistress is having an...uhm...conversation with your uncle in the living room. May I request that you do not int.."But Sakuragi already barged in to the living room to demand what was happening. James just shooked his head at Sakuragi's retreating form "Stubborn just like your father.."James said wistfully as he gazed at Sakuragi's back.