Title: You Oughta Know.
Author: Hagane ^^\/
Status: 1/?
Rating: G [might change later on, I wouldn't know ^^;;;]
Genre:
Disclaimer: I'll just do this once- so listen carefully. SlamDunk belongs only to Inoue Takehiko and no other. Not even ME. So it definitely does not belong to any one of YOU. HAHAH! XD
This fic is for sherazard.
You Oughta Know
[a/n: oh yes! Before I forget….. I'm not quite sure how long he'll train in All-Japan, but let's just assume it took him 3 years kay? ^.~]
"I want to apply for a place," said the tall, lanky boy in a soft voice, barely audible to the other.
"Errrrr……yeah……sure……" The man behind the counter scrutinized him carefully before handing over several forms. "Here, fill these up."
The boy nodded a silent thanks and received the papers before disappearing through the doors. The man watched his retreating back then picked up the phone and quickly dialled a number.
"Guess what! Guess what!" he shouted into the phone as soon as someone picked it up.
The person at the other end said
something to which he nodded vigorously, while jumping from one foot to another
in his excitement.
When he had enough, he
interrupted the other, "No this is REALLY important!"
He shook his head impatiently when the other boy launched into another one of his ranting sessions.
"Rukawa Kaede was here! As in HERE here! And he wants to get a place here! In Kanagawa University!"
At the other end, the voice fell silent for a total of 15 seconds before a very loud, "UNBERIBRIYA!" escaped his mouth.
-o-
'NYAHAHAHAHAA!!!" the loud obnoxious laughter of Sakuragi Hanamichi rang throughout the gym.
"Bakero! Will you shut?!!!" Miyagi Ryota glared at the offending boy, 'We're supposed to train! TRAIN. Not act like clowns!"
"Face it Miyagi-san," Koshino Hiroaki interjected, "idiots like him never change. If he was born stupid, that's how he's going to be all his life."
"Unfortunately for us," muttered Miyagi under his breath. Loudly, he said, "Takeshi-san won't be very pleased if he finds out you haven't been behaving Sakuragi!" And we all know what that means, he thought grimly.
Sakuragi's laughter came to an abrupt halt. "Erm….I think it's time the tensai starts to polish his skills…. Nyahaha….," he laughed nervously, "We wouldn't want the tensai to lose his golden touch, would we?" Again he cackled nervously.
"No we wouldn't," muttered Mitsui Hisashi sarcastically. Beside him, Jin Soichiro just chuckled softly.
Sakuragi Hanamichi was now a first-year at Kanagawa University, majoring in materials science. After a temporary break from intensive basketball training, due largely to his back injury, he now returned with a vengeance, literally speaking. Although no one would ever admit it to the redhead, Sakuragi Hanamichi had more than made up for his 1 ½ year hiatus from basketball- he could now shoot, steal and dribble as well as………
"Oi Smiley! Care to have a one-on-one with the Tensai?"
Sendoh Akira grinned. "You sure, Hanamichi?" he paused for effect, "I mean, you did lose the last time."
Sakuragi scowled. "That's why we should have play again! So the Tensai will show that he's better than you!"
Sendoh laughed. "We'll see about that Hanamichi. You still have quite a way to go."
"Who are you to judge the Tensai?" came the indignant reply, "Now stop talking and start playing! The Tensai doesn't like to wait!"
"Hai hai!" Sendoh conceded, jogging up to the younger boy.
And so they began their game of one-on-one, the one of many they had, and will have.
-o-
"You're not so bad, Hanamichi," teased Sendoh as they changed out of their sticky attire.
"Humph. Of course the tensai isn't bad," grumped the other boy, halfway through removing his shirt.
Sendoh seized the opportunity to tickle the exposed skin, resulting in a startled Hanamichi getting himself stuck in his shirt.
"Mmmppphhh!!! Pfffendhoh!!!" he cursed from behind his shirt, "Phhhopp Phhitt!!"
"Come again?" laughed the ex-Ryonan ace.
"Phhhhaarrrggghhhhh!!!" Sakuragi cried in exasperation, half tearing his shirt in the process of yanking it off his head. He glared furiously at the laughing boy. "Do that again and you're dead meat Smiley," he threatened with a low growl.
Sendoh raised his arms in mock surrender. "Okay okay, you got me!"
The redhead rolled his eyes. "Stupid smiley," he muttered, rummaging through his lockers for a new shirt.
Grinning, his companion did the same.
-o-
Rukawa stood in the doorway, out of sight of the occupants of the gym. For some reason, he didn't want to make his presence known, yet.
"Hanamichi! Behind you!" Miyagi motioned frantically to the redhead.
Rukawa watched as the boy coolly threw the ball to Sendoh who had shaken off his defense, watched as Sendoh leaped to make a shot, watched as he faked the shot and passed instead to the waiting redhead, who ran in for a dunk.
SLAM
Sakuragi hung onto the rim of the basket, grinning madly.
Rukawa shook his head, the corners of his mouth tugging. D'aho, he thought.
Then he stepped forward, and into the gym.
-o-
The first person to notice the new arrival was Mitsui.
"Hey guys! Look who's here!" he pointed to the expressionless boy who had just walked in, "It's our Rukawa!"
And was promptly rapped on the head.
"Idiot. You sound like his shinetai," chided Maki Shinichi.
Mitsui grinned back unrepentantly. "Oi Rukawa!" He jogged up to his former teammate, "What brings you here?"
"Rukawa?" the ex-point guard of Shohoku repeated, "Shouldn't you be training?"
Rukawa regarded his seniors carefully before answering. "I transferred in."
"You WHAT?!!!!!!" yelled 2 voices simultaneously.
"I transferred in." repeated the boy, unfazed.
"WHEN????!!!!"
"Last week."
"WHAT????!!!!"
"Last w- -" but he was cut off when a tall, unfamiliar boy interrupted.
"Please excuse their behaviour. They tend to overreact sometimes," he said smoothly, while whacking both Mitsui and Miyagi on the back of their heads, "I'm Takeshi Fujiwara. The captain."
Rukawa nodded. "Rukawa Kaede."
Takeshi's eyes lighted up in amusement. "Of course," he smiled, "if I didn't already know."
Rukawa raised an eyebrow in question, but the other boy just laughed.
"Rukawa," greeted another boy graciously, "welcome to Kanagawa."
Rukawa nodded at Kenji Fujima.
Other polite greetings were exchanged [Rukawa nods his responses. I'd consider that not exactly barbaric right? ^.~] but the one that he was waiting for never came. His eyes traveled to the other end of the gym where Sendoh was saying something to Sakuragi. Their eyes met.
If Rukawa was surprised with what he saw, he didn't show it. [well duh. *rolls eyes*]
-o-
Sakuragi eyed him warily. So he had returned. Just when he thought he'd never see the kitsune again, he returned. Talk about bad timing.
"Don't worry about it, Hana, " Sendoh was saying, "he can't do anything to you. You're the Tensai remember?"
Sakuragi gave him an appreciative nod.
Sendoh's slightly worried face eased into a smile. "Good. Now let's be civil and say hello." He nudged a stiff Sakuragi Hanamichi towards the crowd.
But I don't want to say hello to the kitsune! Thought Sakuragi stubbornly. But he followed Sendoh's lead anyway. I hope you're right Akira. I really hope you're right.
"Hello Rukawa. I see you've finished training with the All-Japan team," Sendoh proffered his had to which Rukawa completely and blatantly ignored. Unflinching, Sendoh withdrew his hand and continued, "Well, it's good to see you again."
Rukawa somehow, with Heaven's interference, managed not to roll his eyes. Cut the crap already and just admit that you wish me dead, thought Rukawa, regarding the older boy coldly.
"Say hello Hana," Sendoh elbowed the other boy gently.
Sakuragi scowled, then said, "Hello."
And that was it. Just 'hello'.
-o-
"So Rukawa," began Miyagi, "what are you majoring in?"
"English." He mumbled.
"Sorry?"
Rukawa repeated himself, a little more loudly this time.
"You? English?!!" Miyagi was beside himself with laughter. "You can't be serious!"
Rukawa's eyes narrowed dangerously. "D'aho."
Mitsui caught his eye and smirked. "Seems like you little stint in All-Japan hasn't opened you up much, eh?"
It. Was. Not. A. STINT. Rukawa glared daggers at his sempai.
As if reading his mind, Mitsui chuckled. "Fine. It was not a stint. I get your point."
The three of them were showing Rukawa around the campus. Takeshi had let them off early, them, referring exclusively Miyagi and Mitsui, to help Rukawa familiarize himself with the campus.
"Takeshi-san's real cool," Miyagi was saying, "Only he can be quite scary."
"Yeah," Mitsui winced, "think Akagi and Uozumi combined."
Rukawa tried to picture the 2 captains(in their respective ape forms) merging as one. He cringed(inwardly) at the thought.
"But that's good. I mean, if he wasn't, then no one would be able to control the two Ss, and I mean, literally, asses!" continued Miyagi obliviously.
Rukawa looked sharply at his sempai. Who was, of course, oblivious and had now moved on to talk about their vice-captain, Maki Shinichi. Mitsui, however, noticed this sudden interest.
"Yeah, the two asses. Sakuragi and Sendoh."
And he definitely did not miss the scowl that appeared on his junior's face.
-o-
a/n: well, that's the first chapter done! XS I'm going to work on the next one and, oh yes, the other current projects I've chosen so "brilliantly" to embark on.