Author's Notes: I doubt that this is the fic that you're looking for. But I'm pleased to know if you would really like to read it. The plots of these fictions are not by me. It's by WHOEVER makes dreams. My mind, maybe. So anyway, I've been dreaming about Slam Dunk a lot. So I thought of making a fiction out of them. Great idea? Thanks! Please read and review okay? Well, that's all I have to say! Oh—and to remind you. This isn't really important but it makes sense. If you make a review, don't write "please continue writing" instead, "sleep more so new chapters will be added". Got my point? 'Cause I can't just write and all. I'm being HONEST to all of you that these are my dreams so I wouldn't add nor edit some scences. Take care!!!
FEW NOTES*******Okay. So this is my POV. Of course! Who can direct my dream better than me? I'm the one who had it when sleeping. This one is SO short. And it doesn't makes sense. But at least it's a dream, duh!
*******I'll begin my story by telling you what dreams are. Actually, dreams are mostly weird. Do you agree with me? I know you do. It's like---umm… weird! Just weird. So most of MY dreams are like that. So don't be surprised if the characters turned out to be out of character.
I was walking at our hallway. Hmm… This is weird. We've got no hallway. So whoever hallway this is, it's not ours. The place is all white. But it doesn't look like a hospital to me. Everything was in a blur. I wonder why. I continued to walk. I looked at my outfit. I was wearing a white shirt and very short shorts. I yawned. I'm tired. But I'm not yet sleepy. I looked at our wall clock. So it's 9:00pm? I better sleep at around 10:30 or something.
I went to the house's living room and saw Rukawa playing the Playstation. When does he gets tired of playing that? He should be asleep by now. I sat next to him. He's really serious, huh?
Then I started to open up a conversation. Incase, he'll kick the bucket and talk to me. "What's that you're playing?" I asked. He made a simple "hmm" when his player almost got knocked off. What is he playing? I have no idea. I wish I can just play Dance Revolution. This is so bo-ring!
The living room is stuffed. There were big black stereos. There's more than a thousand CDs near the Playstation. I would really like to browse it. But, nah! Sitting here next to Rukawa is just fine. Rukawa is one of my crushes. It might be crazy 'cause he's a cartoon but who cares? I just like him because he's cute. What's weirder is that he's beside me. Yeah! That's weird. So I figured that I might be in a dream.
Rukawa was wearing a red shirt, basketball shorts and bare footed. Whatever he wears, I don't care. He is still handsome. I see he's Indian-sitting on the carpet. I wonder why he wouldn't sit on a bean bag like me. Bean bag is just so comfortable.
I placed my hand on his knee. He didn't react. He just don't care. Like a big ice berg. Always with the "N.R." No reaction? Ever heard of those? I smiled. I really wish he'll talk to me. Just one answer will make me freak out. Totally. So if he'll ever talk to me, I wouldn't be obviously freaked-out. Because if I'll do, I bet he'll knock me out.
He's still serious with his game. He got 45,973 points already (a/n: actually it wasn't exactly like that. I cant remember the exact words—but it goes something like that). Silence filled the air. I couldn't hear anything but the noise of the large speaker. If he wouldn't open up a conversation… I will! I thought of the question that I'm dying to ask him for life. I heard my heart yell me the question to ask. It was the only thing I want to clear out to my mind. I would really like to ask him this since I started watching Slam Dunk. But since I couldn't really talk to him 'cause he's not for real, I have no idea how. Here's the chance and this is the time. If I wouldn't ask him this. I will never ever have a chance to.
"Hey! Why are you always silent? Why don't you grab your guts and talk to us people?" I asked. I really didn't expect him to answer. So I still kept myself silent. Asking myself why the heck did I even ask him that. I was really disappointed that he didn't answer me. But of course! I knew he wouldn't answer. That's Rukawa Kaede… never will answer.
All my nerves started to lose their senses when I saw him pressed 'pause' in his joypad. Now, what? He looked at me and smiled. OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then he said, "Because that's the way it is!" still smiling. He gave me another look and pressed 'pause' one more time. Continuing on his game. If ever I'll wake up from this dream, I don't mind. Because he answered the question that bugs me for months. Because that's the way it is. Everything can end now. His answer still needs a lot of question but everything is clear now. Since he gave me the smile I never saw once. Even Dr. T who made Slam Dunk hasn't pictured it out yet. But I did. I'm so lucky.
Author's Notes: Okay… Everything ends here. Please review! I still have another dream but I can't write it yet. My dad wants to use the computer and I'm really excited to read my very first review. So I'll upload this now. Please really review. I promise to write my next dream anytime tomorrow. May 13. So continue to check it all up. God bless and take care!!! And one more thing! Forget about the wrong grammar and stuffs. How many times do I have to tell you that I'm in a hurry to finish this that I have no time to edit it? I'll just edit this if I have time. Thanks!
