Don't Call Me Koshy!
Author: Tensaispira
Disclaimer: I am Inoue Takehiko! Slam Dunk belongs to me! Nyahahhahaha! If I really am I .T , I wouldn't be here would I? I'll be doing Slam Dunk 2 ! ^.^
Damn.. Seems like I've suddenly developed some affection for Koshino.. Why..Why?! Isn't my obsession over Slam Dunk bad enough.. *sigh* Oh well, on with the story!
' ' are character thoughts while " " (duh)
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Koshino Hiroaki slumped over the desk and buried his face into his hands. An extremely familiar laugh then reached his ears.
" Maa, maa Hiro-kun. It isn't so bad. "
Gritting his teeth, Koshino stood up, pushing his chair back in the process and slammed his hand on his desk.
" Oh, sure! Being secretary of Student Council isn't bad. After all, I have YOU, the gracious, ever so helpful Sendoh Akira to thank for nominating me for that post. "
Sendoh shrugged his shoulders and flashed a rueful smile.
" How was I supposed to know you'll win.."
He murmured under his breath.
" What was that? "
Koshino demanded, suspicious when he saw that Sendoh's thoughts was beginning to wander.
" Huh? Oh, nothing in particular that would interest you I'm sure. "
Koshino rolled his eyes and grabbed his bag from his seat and strode out of the room.
" Ne, Hiro-kun, why are you being so uptight? It's an easy job right? I mean, come on. I'm the Sergeant-At-Arms! Now that's a tough job! It requires a person who can speak well, not to mention logic! "
Koshino stopped in the middle of the corridor and glared at Sendoh.
" An easy job you say? Do you even know what responsibilities I bear as a secretary and of student council no less!? I have to attend every single meeting, take note of almost every single thing that's going on, send out memos, call everyone if a meeting is cancelled, arrange meetings, write reports, get the attendance and a hundred other things! "
Seeing that Sendoh was about to protest, Koshino spoke before the taller boy did.
" You want an easier job? Mind you, I don't use the word easy because I don't want you thinking of your post as an easy one. Let's see. What do you have to do..? You have to attend every single meeting like me I don't deny that, oh. And talk. Yes, I do think that is a much easier job don't you? "
" It is the perfect job for me isn't it! "
Sendoh proclaimed happily.
Koshino sighed loudly and banged his head against the wall a few times.
" Hey, you're not gonna turn into Sakuragi Hanamichi are you? "
Sendoh asked.
" No I'm not. Right now I'm going home, taking a nice long hot bubble bath and go to sleep. "
" No you're not. You can't skip training. As captain I forbid it. "
Sendoh gloated while Koshino glowered at him.
*****
" Tadaima.."
"Hiroaki! You're late. "
His mother chided gently as she sat on the pale yellow leather sofa with a magazine on the glass coffee table.
" Sorry. I had practice. "
His mother then stood up and gently pushed him upstairs.
" I've bought you a new suit. Go shower and change dear. Your father will be meeting us soon. "
"Dad's back? "
Koshino stopped in spite of his mother's pushing.
" Yes. He'll be reaching in a quarter of a hour. Now go! "
As Koshino slowly climbed up the stairs, he sighed.
" There goes my nice hot bubble bath.. "
*****
" Dad! Watch out! "
Koshino hung on to the edge of the leather seat and gritted his teeth as the car swerved sharply.
"Really, sometimes I just don't understand you. "
Koshino's mother sighed as she adjusted her dress.
" Flying a plane is easier. Not to mention more comfortable. "
The older Koshino grumbled as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat for the fifth time.
Koshino pulled a face.
" Mom, where are we actually going? "
Koshino asked narrowing his eyes.
" We're going to a dinner. A few friends will be there. "
" What? I thought that it would just be you, dad and I. "
Koshino's mother laughed.
" Whatever gave you that idea Hiro-chan? Now, I expect you to be on your best behaviour. I haven't seen these friends."
Koshino groaned and slumped back into the seat closing his eyes.
*****
Koshino stared around the room as he would on court. Seeing a flock of girls, he started to sweat profusely.
" Aa! Koshy! "
They called out and crowded around him. Koshino struggled to breathe and nearly choked on the different floral perfumes that seem to surround him.
" Ne, Koshy-kun! Where's Sendoh-kun? What do you think of my hair this way? Isn't my dress absolutely ravishing! "
The voices of the girls seemed to merge into a single high-pitched soprano speaking at the same time.
A girl then pushed her way through the crowd and took Koshino's arm.
" Koshy Hiroaki! Now, now. Why didn't you come to my birthday party last week? "
the girl pouted prettily fluttering her curled and mascara-ed eyelashes.
" Uh. We had practice. "
The girl then made a face.
"You mean you actually wanted to get all sweaty and dirty when you could have been - "
" Actually Ishida-SAN, I would love to see Koshy here all sweaty. "
A girl said emphasizing on the word san.
" Hayami, you're just saying that because you didn't attend my party. Though I must admit, the idea of Koshy sweaty is extremely attractive. "
Koshino gritted his teeth and sighed softly letting the air out in a soft hiss.
He saw a girl staring hard at them with an unreadable expression on her face. Seeing she had caught Koshino's attention, she walked away, her black heels clicking softly against the beige parquet floor. Koshino watched her walk away wishing that he could do the same. Seeing two familiar figures, Koshino made a run for it muttering something unintelligible under his breath to the arguing girls.
The lady in silver smiled at Koshino while the man extended a hand. Taking the man's hand, Koshino asked him a question.
" Sumimasen, but, where's Sen- I mean Akira? "
The lady's smile then faded a little and a worried expression came on her face.
" Oh, Akira had a very bad head-ache and he said he was so tired after practise that I didn't have the heart to make him come."
Koshino seethed in anger.
" But, he said that he might attend if he feels better. "
The lady smiled again.
" Aaa. Arigato. "
Koshino said with a tight smile and bowed before leaving.
Muttering under his breath, Koshino looked around before his gaze stopped on a side door. Walking out of the side door, he found himself in a brick terrace with concealed stairs leading down to a darkened sunken garden with a small fountain in the middle amid a grotto of sunken rocks.
Putting a hand into his suit pocket, he withdrew a black cell phone. He then keyed in a familiar number and waited.
*****
Sendoh munched and reached for the telephone next to him, turning down the volume of the television.
" Moshi-moshi. *munch, munch* "
" Sendoh Akira! What are you doing?! "
Sendoh calmly swallowed the crisps in his mouth before answering.
" Snacking. "
Koshino clenched his jaw and gritted out,
" I thought you had a head-ache. Did it somehow magically disappear? "
" Yup! After having a couple of ice-cold lemonades. Score! Sorry. I'm watching NBA now Hiro-kun. "
" You've watching NBA. You're watching NBA and drinking lemonade while I'm here fending off your fans!? "
" Hey, they're not all my fans. You've got some yourself you know. Like that, Ishishi or something like that. "
" Its Ishisha I think. Or was it Itida? "
" Beats me. Anyway, have fun Hiro-kun! Ja ashita! "
Sendoh said cheerfully before hanging up.
Koshino stared at the cell phone before sighing.
' I wish I was in his place. Well, I'll just hang out here until the time comes to leave. '
Koshino sat down on one of the rocks and propped his hands framing his face on the grey marble table. At that moment, the fountain suddenly lit up and glaring lights were switched on before they were dimmed to a soft glow. Koshino blinked his eyes and struggled to keep from rubbing them. When finally his vision had somewhat returned, he glanced up and found a silhouette standing looking down on him.
' Oh please don't let it be that Ishisha girl.. '
As the silhouette walked down the stairs, he found it was the same girl who had been watching them in the ballroom. He took in her plain black silk dress before stopping at the single string pearls around her neck. Koshino snorted. Yet another one of those girls.
He gazed at her beneath lowered eyes and slowly sized her up.
' Let's see. Black dress, jewellery, flowing long hair, sequined evening bag, yeah. Another of those girls. '
When the girl approached him, neither made any move to speak nor look at each other. The girl sat down on a rock and reached into her evening bag.
' I bet she's either going to pass me a letter or take out her make-up and a mirror and check her appearance. '
When the girl withdrew a book, Koshino nearly face vaulted.
After sitting in silence for quite some time, Koshino looked up and found the girl had put on a pair of blue reading glasses and seemed quite engrossed in her book. Upon closer inspection, he found she had a small portable torch light about the size of a rather large Mont Blanc clipped to the page she was reading.
Unable to contain his curiosity, Koshino then spoke up.
"Aren't you afraid of spoiling your eyes? "
The girl glanced up at him before shaking her head.
Koshino glanced at the cover of the book.
" Have you read this? "
the girl unexpectedly asked, speaking in a low contralto voice.
Author: Tensaispira
Disclaimer: I am Inoue Takehiko! Slam Dunk belongs to me! Nyahahhahaha! If I really am I .T , I wouldn't be here would I? I'll be doing Slam Dunk 2 ! ^.^
Damn.. Seems like I've suddenly developed some affection for Koshino.. Why..Why?! Isn't my obsession over Slam Dunk bad enough.. *sigh* Oh well, on with the story!
' ' are character thoughts while " " (duh)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Koshino Hiroaki slumped over the desk and buried his face into his hands. An extremely familiar laugh then reached his ears.
" Maa, maa Hiro-kun. It isn't so bad. "
Gritting his teeth, Koshino stood up, pushing his chair back in the process and slammed his hand on his desk.
" Oh, sure! Being secretary of Student Council isn't bad. After all, I have YOU, the gracious, ever so helpful Sendoh Akira to thank for nominating me for that post. "
Sendoh shrugged his shoulders and flashed a rueful smile.
" How was I supposed to know you'll win.."
He murmured under his breath.
" What was that? "
Koshino demanded, suspicious when he saw that Sendoh's thoughts was beginning to wander.
" Huh? Oh, nothing in particular that would interest you I'm sure. "
Koshino rolled his eyes and grabbed his bag from his seat and strode out of the room.
" Ne, Hiro-kun, why are you being so uptight? It's an easy job right? I mean, come on. I'm the Sergeant-At-Arms! Now that's a tough job! It requires a person who can speak well, not to mention logic! "
Koshino stopped in the middle of the corridor and glared at Sendoh.
" An easy job you say? Do you even know what responsibilities I bear as a secretary and of student council no less!? I have to attend every single meeting, take note of almost every single thing that's going on, send out memos, call everyone if a meeting is cancelled, arrange meetings, write reports, get the attendance and a hundred other things! "
Seeing that Sendoh was about to protest, Koshino spoke before the taller boy did.
" You want an easier job? Mind you, I don't use the word easy because I don't want you thinking of your post as an easy one. Let's see. What do you have to do..? You have to attend every single meeting like me I don't deny that, oh. And talk. Yes, I do think that is a much easier job don't you? "
" It is the perfect job for me isn't it! "
Sendoh proclaimed happily.
Koshino sighed loudly and banged his head against the wall a few times.
" Hey, you're not gonna turn into Sakuragi Hanamichi are you? "
Sendoh asked.
" No I'm not. Right now I'm going home, taking a nice long hot bubble bath and go to sleep. "
" No you're not. You can't skip training. As captain I forbid it. "
Sendoh gloated while Koshino glowered at him.
*****
" Tadaima.."
"Hiroaki! You're late. "
His mother chided gently as she sat on the pale yellow leather sofa with a magazine on the glass coffee table.
" Sorry. I had practice. "
His mother then stood up and gently pushed him upstairs.
" I've bought you a new suit. Go shower and change dear. Your father will be meeting us soon. "
"Dad's back? "
Koshino stopped in spite of his mother's pushing.
" Yes. He'll be reaching in a quarter of a hour. Now go! "
As Koshino slowly climbed up the stairs, he sighed.
" There goes my nice hot bubble bath.. "
*****
" Dad! Watch out! "
Koshino hung on to the edge of the leather seat and gritted his teeth as the car swerved sharply.
"Really, sometimes I just don't understand you. "
Koshino's mother sighed as she adjusted her dress.
" Flying a plane is easier. Not to mention more comfortable. "
The older Koshino grumbled as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat for the fifth time.
Koshino pulled a face.
" Mom, where are we actually going? "
Koshino asked narrowing his eyes.
" We're going to a dinner. A few friends will be there. "
" What? I thought that it would just be you, dad and I. "
Koshino's mother laughed.
" Whatever gave you that idea Hiro-chan? Now, I expect you to be on your best behaviour. I haven't seen these friends."
Koshino groaned and slumped back into the seat closing his eyes.
*****
Koshino stared around the room as he would on court. Seeing a flock of girls, he started to sweat profusely.
" Aa! Koshy! "
They called out and crowded around him. Koshino struggled to breathe and nearly choked on the different floral perfumes that seem to surround him.
" Ne, Koshy-kun! Where's Sendoh-kun? What do you think of my hair this way? Isn't my dress absolutely ravishing! "
The voices of the girls seemed to merge into a single high-pitched soprano speaking at the same time.
A girl then pushed her way through the crowd and took Koshino's arm.
" Koshy Hiroaki! Now, now. Why didn't you come to my birthday party last week? "
the girl pouted prettily fluttering her curled and mascara-ed eyelashes.
" Uh. We had practice. "
The girl then made a face.
"You mean you actually wanted to get all sweaty and dirty when you could have been - "
" Actually Ishida-SAN, I would love to see Koshy here all sweaty. "
A girl said emphasizing on the word san.
" Hayami, you're just saying that because you didn't attend my party. Though I must admit, the idea of Koshy sweaty is extremely attractive. "
Koshino gritted his teeth and sighed softly letting the air out in a soft hiss.
He saw a girl staring hard at them with an unreadable expression on her face. Seeing she had caught Koshino's attention, she walked away, her black heels clicking softly against the beige parquet floor. Koshino watched her walk away wishing that he could do the same. Seeing two familiar figures, Koshino made a run for it muttering something unintelligible under his breath to the arguing girls.
The lady in silver smiled at Koshino while the man extended a hand. Taking the man's hand, Koshino asked him a question.
" Sumimasen, but, where's Sen- I mean Akira? "
The lady's smile then faded a little and a worried expression came on her face.
" Oh, Akira had a very bad head-ache and he said he was so tired after practise that I didn't have the heart to make him come."
Koshino seethed in anger.
" But, he said that he might attend if he feels better. "
The lady smiled again.
" Aaa. Arigato. "
Koshino said with a tight smile and bowed before leaving.
Muttering under his breath, Koshino looked around before his gaze stopped on a side door. Walking out of the side door, he found himself in a brick terrace with concealed stairs leading down to a darkened sunken garden with a small fountain in the middle amid a grotto of sunken rocks.
Putting a hand into his suit pocket, he withdrew a black cell phone. He then keyed in a familiar number and waited.
*****
Sendoh munched and reached for the telephone next to him, turning down the volume of the television.
" Moshi-moshi. *munch, munch* "
" Sendoh Akira! What are you doing?! "
Sendoh calmly swallowed the crisps in his mouth before answering.
" Snacking. "
Koshino clenched his jaw and gritted out,
" I thought you had a head-ache. Did it somehow magically disappear? "
" Yup! After having a couple of ice-cold lemonades. Score! Sorry. I'm watching NBA now Hiro-kun. "
" You've watching NBA. You're watching NBA and drinking lemonade while I'm here fending off your fans!? "
" Hey, they're not all my fans. You've got some yourself you know. Like that, Ishishi or something like that. "
" Its Ishisha I think. Or was it Itida? "
" Beats me. Anyway, have fun Hiro-kun! Ja ashita! "
Sendoh said cheerfully before hanging up.
Koshino stared at the cell phone before sighing.
' I wish I was in his place. Well, I'll just hang out here until the time comes to leave. '
Koshino sat down on one of the rocks and propped his hands framing his face on the grey marble table. At that moment, the fountain suddenly lit up and glaring lights were switched on before they were dimmed to a soft glow. Koshino blinked his eyes and struggled to keep from rubbing them. When finally his vision had somewhat returned, he glanced up and found a silhouette standing looking down on him.
' Oh please don't let it be that Ishisha girl.. '
As the silhouette walked down the stairs, he found it was the same girl who had been watching them in the ballroom. He took in her plain black silk dress before stopping at the single string pearls around her neck. Koshino snorted. Yet another one of those girls.
He gazed at her beneath lowered eyes and slowly sized her up.
' Let's see. Black dress, jewellery, flowing long hair, sequined evening bag, yeah. Another of those girls. '
When the girl approached him, neither made any move to speak nor look at each other. The girl sat down on a rock and reached into her evening bag.
' I bet she's either going to pass me a letter or take out her make-up and a mirror and check her appearance. '
When the girl withdrew a book, Koshino nearly face vaulted.
After sitting in silence for quite some time, Koshino looked up and found the girl had put on a pair of blue reading glasses and seemed quite engrossed in her book. Upon closer inspection, he found she had a small portable torch light about the size of a rather large Mont Blanc clipped to the page she was reading.
Unable to contain his curiosity, Koshino then spoke up.
"Aren't you afraid of spoiling your eyes? "
The girl glanced up at him before shaking her head.
Koshino glanced at the cover of the book.
" Have you read this? "
the girl unexpectedly asked, speaking in a low contralto voice.
