Title: Not so Typical Fangirls
Author: Strawberry
Chapter1 Bishounen plus bishounen equals LOVE
Message from STRAWBERRY: Thanks to Milenyo (a storm that hit the Philippines) I found time to make a new fic, though I feel sorry for the victims. Anyway, this isn't like my first shounen ai. I'll try to keep a comedic plot as much as I can. Enjoy…
Oh btw, Fuyuhi is a girl - let me make that clear. Poor Fuyuhi-san, comet thought she was a guy (sobs)
disclaimer: SLAM DUNK does not belong to either Strawberry, Lemon, or Comet
KA-WA-I-I! I sighed.
How can I possibly help it? His eyes are very lovely and his body built, so… so… so…
Wait… if I were talking out loud I would've sounded like those… those… FANGIRLS. No! Never; not even in my nightmare! I should just concentrate on this…
I looked at my "masterpiece" and thought on how to show magnificent details. I was so concentrated that I didn't notice my English teacher –and every classmate of mine- staring at me.
"Fuyuhi-san" sensei called my attention for the nth time. "What do you think you're doing? ART CLASS is over!"
It was obvious that he knew what I was doing but I couldn't care less – this isn't the first time anyway.
"Tell me Fuyuhi-san, when we say CLASSIC LITERATURE what do we mean?" he asked to test if I was listening or not. Nah, of course he knew that I wasn't doing so; he just wanted to embarrass me in front of the class.
"…old literature sir…" I answered to the best that I can. Classic is synonymous with old, isn't it?
The class was silent.
Great. Just Great!
Sensei was mad – that's stating the obvious. He walked his way toward me staring at…
No, not my sketchpad!
"I'll take this!" he uttered in annoyance.
"Wait sensei…"
"Don't worry, you'll get this back… after class."
Yeah, right old fart! You never return anything you confiscate!
"Demo…" I tried to plead my way out
"After class! Or do you want your classmates to see your little chef-d'oeuvre?"
I looked down as my classmates looked up to see my, as he called it, chef-d'oeuvre – I don't even know what that means.
Well, I'm not embarrassed because of how my drawing looked; art is one of the things, if not the only thing, I'm good at. I'm embarrassed because HE saw that I drew HIM! Never mind what my other classmates think, I'm most definitely occupied enough thinking about HIS thoughts.
I heard gasps and things like 'Fuyuhi-san likes him?' from my contemporaries. And as if nothing happened…
"Now, where were we? Ah yes… Classic Literature."
Classic Literature my ass!
(bell rings)
Things can't possibly get any worse. I sighed
"Fuyuhi-san" I heard HIM call me.
Turns out, it can.
I looked up to face him and unsurprisingly, eyes were on me – on us.
"Hai?" I asked to get it over with.
"You're… a… great artist."
"Tell me something I don't know" I grinned.
Kami-sama… just let this normal conversation continue.
"Although, my nose could use a little lift there" he chuckled.
"Baka…"
Kami-sama… arigatou…
"KI-SU!" I heard someone side-commented.
"Urusai!" He shouted back, obviously embarrassed.
sigh Yeah Kami-sama… THANKS A LOT!
"Anou…Mitsui-kun, I have to go."
I left the room even before he could answer. I wouldn't call that impolite – I saved him from more embarrassment. Knowing my classmates, they won't quit teasing until you're pissed off to death.
I walked through the halls of Shohoku High thinking of how narrow-minded people can be.
Why do they think that way? If I drew someone, does it have to be someone I like? Of course not! Hmph! I don't have to explain anything to them. Just let them think the way they do! I couldn't care less.
"Demo… Mitsui-kun…" I sighed
Mitsui-kun… he's just so adorable; so… so… deserving of someone… special. I'm not special… he needs… someone else. Someone like… like… I don't know. I can't think of anyone. He has quite a number of fangirls… but they're just… just… annoying. Yeah, that's the term – ANNOYING.
I stopped walking and noticed I'm in front of the gymnasium. I stared at its doors for some seconds and I wouldn't stop staring if someone hadn't call my name.
"Fuyuhi-san…you came to watch Mit-kun practice?"
"Eh?" I looked up, and saw it was one of his fangirls I was just thinking about.
"Oh come on. Don't be shy! Though I admit… I never thought you're… one of us.
One of you? I'd rather die.
"You got it all wrong. I was on my way home."
"Oh, really?"
"Really."
"Let me guess, you're here because you took a detour…"
She was right. I did take the longer way down.
Before I knew it, she dragged me – literally – inside.
"So, Fuyuhi-san, how long have you been crushing on my dear Mit-kun?" she asked
"Crushing on MY dear Mit-kun?" I want to CRUSH you to death. He isn't yours. I bet all he knows is your name. Damn bitch!
"I don't have a crush on him."
"Oh, no use denying it. Will you ever draw someone you don't like?"
"I like him… but not THAT way."
"Yeah, right. You're really a tough one to crack."
Come on, think of an excuse… I got it!
"Pffft! Listen, for your information, I'm… no… no, I shouldn't tell."
"What? You're what? Come on… we're friends…"
FRIENDS? You make me laugh! Fangirls are just naturally nosy…
"Ok… between you and me, someone asked me to do it," I whispered. "She warned me not to tell a soul about it. Or else she won't pay me for my work."
"You're getting paid?"
"Shhh! It's supposed to be a secret…"
"Oh, yeah… yeah… secret… … I knew it. I knew you couldn't be one of us."
Bleh! Of course, it's a shame on my part to be part of the 'we're-unbreds-and-we-like-mit-kun' fans club… … poor Mitsui-kun…
"If Mit-kun isn't your type, who's your crush?" she asked.
"Uh…" I couldn't answer. I didn't know what to answer anyway. "I have to go… I… I have to get my sketchpad…"
"Oh, well… you should get going… It's a very fine piece of art. I would love to have one of your works."
I smell trouble.
"We're friends… can you… ya'know…make one for me?" she said batting her eyelashes.
Eew.
"and… you're kind of close to him…" she continued "maybe… you could… uhm… say… have it signed by Mit-kun"
clears throat "I don't think… I can… approach him anymore. What happened in class… well, it's… uhm… I just don't want to be labeled Bitch of the Year. I hope you understand."
"Oh… very well…" she sighed.
As I turned around I heard her murmur, "I hope you don't get your sketchpad back, stingy."
Certified bitch from head to foot.
I stepped out of the gymnasium and sighed.
Who could possibly be qualified?
"Rukawa! Rukawa! L-O-V-E! Rukawa!" I heard fangirls scream inside.
If the seniors got Mitsui-kun, the freshmen have this Rukawa guy.
I never laid eyes on this guy, but he's got to be handsome. Imagine a swarm of Shohoku girls sqeaking 'Rukawa! Rukawa! L-O-V-E! Rukawa!' every basketball practice.
I took a peek inside and saw a pass made by Mitsui to this tall guy followed by the 'go Rukawa' cheer.
He must be Rukawa.
Handsome, yes but very aloof.
I smiled to myself and thought…
Yaoi? Why not
I merrily walked my way to the faculty room.
Finally, I found the one.
TBC…
(STRAWBERRY in) ARIGATOU! Wait for the next chapter... let's all cheer for comet and lemon. They're going to make the next chapters. Hope you enjoyed reading... Reviews are very welcome. (STRAWBERRY out)