Posted : September 29. 2003
Revised : October 04 - 05. 2003
Chapter One
"The New Look"
It has been seven days. A whole week since the last time Sakuragi Hanamichi made an appearance at school. All the Shohoku students, teachers, and staffs, excluding Haruko, their vice captain Kiminobu, and the Sakuragi Gundan, would take it as a wonderful blessing to have the red-head absent even for just a single day, just so they won't hear him sing his utterly egoistic self-pointed Tensai song, or to just simply have the pleasure of not seeing him at all for a whole school day. Yes, all the Rukawa Shinetais would definitely love the idea.
Hanamichi was long known to be nothing more than a talent less git who enjoys bullying people around and beating up on students from other schools. Had he known that his body and height were just right for an average basketball player, or even better, a professional. It was a sad thing that he chose to keep himself busy through his seemingly endless string of self Tensai proclamations, and self pity too. Well, who wouldn't? After making a record of the highest number of rejections, it's actually a miracle that he's still sane enough (As few people would consider it) t move on to his life and to high school, and that he still managed to see things in a positive way in his own Tensai style.
Mean while, manager Ayako, and team captain Takenori's aching and growing desire to put an end to the boy's life for his grand absence, was threatening enough to make a suitable substitute for the seemingly, and yet just temporarily gone feeling of dread that most of the students had when the chance of having an encounter with the red-head, or most likely getting a head-butt from him was near them, that it seemed as though the Tensai was never absent at all.
The best verification of their raging temper was how Ayako would send her fan to come in contact with someone's face with an extreme death-grip and force every time she would get interrupted or touched without first asking for proper permission to do so, and how Takenori would occasionally and mercilessly throw the basket ball at the players with each mistake they commit. It was an undeniable fact that the captain acted quite still humane, having the slightest bits of consideration, being the respectable leader and all, to spare their faces from all the throwing.
Even the vice captain Kiminobu, top players Kaede and Hisashi, had rotten luck, assuming how fortunate they were to be an exemption, for they too, have received plenty of the captain's ball-throwing madness. It wasn't that they were not focusing ; It was just that their captain's newly discovered hobby was such a distraction that even passing the ball to the right member of the team during practice became a difficult task to accomplish. Not to mention the anxious feeling of gaining complete humiliation by attracting a ball to be thrown at them with each wrong moves.
"All right!" Shouted Takenori, making all the members stop whatever it was that they were doing, their eyes all focused on the tall black captain.
"That's about it for today, you may all go home!" Takenori quickly headed outside the gymnasium and on to the shower right after the words were spoken. All of the Shohoku team watched Takenori disappear in a corner, completely aware of the irritation in their captain's tone. A silently cursing Ayako was next to leave, giving them the idea that she doesn't care weather if they chose to go home or stay in to practice some more.
"Man, aren't they pissed." Hisashi complained, removing a blue shirt with matching pants.
"Sakuragi-kun's been absent for seven consecutive days, including last Saturday's and Sunday's practice. I'm starting to worry about him." Kiminobu commented, shifting his glasses back and forth on the bridge of his nose.
"That moron better show up on Monday or he's really gonna get it." A slightly shorter man than Hisashi stated in a threatening voice. It was Miyagi. "Aya-chan isn't in the best mod of her life and I'm not smiling about it."
"Dumb do'aho." Kaede muttered to himself, completely certain that nobody heard what he just said. He grabbed his bag afterwards, and headed for the nearest gym exit.
"Leaving early, today Rukawa-kun?" The vice captain asked him, smiling gently while he arranged his own things in his gym bag. Kaede stopped to look at Kiminobu, before simply nodding his 'Yes' and turned again to walk away, leaving his team mates behind.
* * *
The next thing Kaede saw was probably the most unexpected one in all his high school life. The fact that him, the cold basketball prince of Shohoku High whom girls all cheered for and adored, completely fancied and idolized even by members of the same gender for his skills, couldn't help his eyes getting a little wider than usual. And the part that made it all worse was that they NEVER go wide.
"Oi, Rukawa, I thought you were leaving." Hisashi reminded rather tiredly. He noticed the rookie was looking at something, or rather someone, so he let his own pair of orbs wonder to the direction where Kaede was staring, and soon after he squinted at what he was seeing, completely finding rather astonishing and out of the ordinary..
It was someone who looked like a complete stranger yet so familiar in so many obvious ways.
Sakuragi Hanamichi, dressed in extremely classy looking clothes, wearing a calm facial expression that made him look a lot younger, standing in such an elegant position Hanamichi was never known capable of doing, and his hair, which had the expensively unwashed look of redish orange, was straight down and was tied in a ponytail. His eyebrows were thinner than usual, and his eyes weren't that of a killer beast he was known to wear. To top it all off, he was smiling. Not smirking.
Behind Hisashi was Kiminobu and Miyagi, also looking thunder-struck with eyes wide as they witnessed the unexpected scenario. It was then that Kaede went back to reality and realized what the man was doing. Hanamichi was standing in front of the glass window of the accounting section right beneath the glass door where the players were outside of it, standing. The almost blonde haired guy received a white sheet, a sort of document, it's size half of a short band paper, together with a folded one, also white, which undeniably was his report card.
After getting the said papers, Hanamichi opened his mouth to say thank you, opened the glass door and left almost instantly that he just passed the people that were looking at his retreating back awed expressions written all over their faces.
To Be Continued
Author's Note : This chapter is unfairly short, I know. But this is my first attempt in writing a Slam Dunk fanfic and I really wanna see if people are interested in my idea. Thank you so much for reading and please leave a review. People who wouldn't mind to spare a couple of minutes (or even seconds) to tell me what they think of this piece won't go unnoticed, I promise. ^_^
Haruko and the others will make an appearance in Chapter Two. That is, if you guys want me to continue. *Shrugs*
Uhm, one more thing though ; Just what is Miyagi's first name? Kind enough to tell me? ^_^
Flames will be used for roasting rats.
Chapter One
"The New Look"
It has been seven days. A whole week since the last time Sakuragi Hanamichi made an appearance at school. All the Shohoku students, teachers, and staffs, excluding Haruko, their vice captain Kiminobu, and the Sakuragi Gundan, would take it as a wonderful blessing to have the red-head absent even for just a single day, just so they won't hear him sing his utterly egoistic self-pointed Tensai song, or to just simply have the pleasure of not seeing him at all for a whole school day. Yes, all the Rukawa Shinetais would definitely love the idea.
Hanamichi was long known to be nothing more than a talent less git who enjoys bullying people around and beating up on students from other schools. Had he known that his body and height were just right for an average basketball player, or even better, a professional. It was a sad thing that he chose to keep himself busy through his seemingly endless string of self Tensai proclamations, and self pity too. Well, who wouldn't? After making a record of the highest number of rejections, it's actually a miracle that he's still sane enough (As few people would consider it) t move on to his life and to high school, and that he still managed to see things in a positive way in his own Tensai style.
Mean while, manager Ayako, and team captain Takenori's aching and growing desire to put an end to the boy's life for his grand absence, was threatening enough to make a suitable substitute for the seemingly, and yet just temporarily gone feeling of dread that most of the students had when the chance of having an encounter with the red-head, or most likely getting a head-butt from him was near them, that it seemed as though the Tensai was never absent at all.
The best verification of their raging temper was how Ayako would send her fan to come in contact with someone's face with an extreme death-grip and force every time she would get interrupted or touched without first asking for proper permission to do so, and how Takenori would occasionally and mercilessly throw the basket ball at the players with each mistake they commit. It was an undeniable fact that the captain acted quite still humane, having the slightest bits of consideration, being the respectable leader and all, to spare their faces from all the throwing.
Even the vice captain Kiminobu, top players Kaede and Hisashi, had rotten luck, assuming how fortunate they were to be an exemption, for they too, have received plenty of the captain's ball-throwing madness. It wasn't that they were not focusing ; It was just that their captain's newly discovered hobby was such a distraction that even passing the ball to the right member of the team during practice became a difficult task to accomplish. Not to mention the anxious feeling of gaining complete humiliation by attracting a ball to be thrown at them with each wrong moves.
"All right!" Shouted Takenori, making all the members stop whatever it was that they were doing, their eyes all focused on the tall black captain.
"That's about it for today, you may all go home!" Takenori quickly headed outside the gymnasium and on to the shower right after the words were spoken. All of the Shohoku team watched Takenori disappear in a corner, completely aware of the irritation in their captain's tone. A silently cursing Ayako was next to leave, giving them the idea that she doesn't care weather if they chose to go home or stay in to practice some more.
"Man, aren't they pissed." Hisashi complained, removing a blue shirt with matching pants.
"Sakuragi-kun's been absent for seven consecutive days, including last Saturday's and Sunday's practice. I'm starting to worry about him." Kiminobu commented, shifting his glasses back and forth on the bridge of his nose.
"That moron better show up on Monday or he's really gonna get it." A slightly shorter man than Hisashi stated in a threatening voice. It was Miyagi. "Aya-chan isn't in the best mod of her life and I'm not smiling about it."
"Dumb do'aho." Kaede muttered to himself, completely certain that nobody heard what he just said. He grabbed his bag afterwards, and headed for the nearest gym exit.
"Leaving early, today Rukawa-kun?" The vice captain asked him, smiling gently while he arranged his own things in his gym bag. Kaede stopped to look at Kiminobu, before simply nodding his 'Yes' and turned again to walk away, leaving his team mates behind.
* * *
The next thing Kaede saw was probably the most unexpected one in all his high school life. The fact that him, the cold basketball prince of Shohoku High whom girls all cheered for and adored, completely fancied and idolized even by members of the same gender for his skills, couldn't help his eyes getting a little wider than usual. And the part that made it all worse was that they NEVER go wide.
"Oi, Rukawa, I thought you were leaving." Hisashi reminded rather tiredly. He noticed the rookie was looking at something, or rather someone, so he let his own pair of orbs wonder to the direction where Kaede was staring, and soon after he squinted at what he was seeing, completely finding rather astonishing and out of the ordinary..
It was someone who looked like a complete stranger yet so familiar in so many obvious ways.
Sakuragi Hanamichi, dressed in extremely classy looking clothes, wearing a calm facial expression that made him look a lot younger, standing in such an elegant position Hanamichi was never known capable of doing, and his hair, which had the expensively unwashed look of redish orange, was straight down and was tied in a ponytail. His eyebrows were thinner than usual, and his eyes weren't that of a killer beast he was known to wear. To top it all off, he was smiling. Not smirking.
Behind Hisashi was Kiminobu and Miyagi, also looking thunder-struck with eyes wide as they witnessed the unexpected scenario. It was then that Kaede went back to reality and realized what the man was doing. Hanamichi was standing in front of the glass window of the accounting section right beneath the glass door where the players were outside of it, standing. The almost blonde haired guy received a white sheet, a sort of document, it's size half of a short band paper, together with a folded one, also white, which undeniably was his report card.
After getting the said papers, Hanamichi opened his mouth to say thank you, opened the glass door and left almost instantly that he just passed the people that were looking at his retreating back awed expressions written all over their faces.
To Be Continued
Author's Note : This chapter is unfairly short, I know. But this is my first attempt in writing a Slam Dunk fanfic and I really wanna see if people are interested in my idea. Thank you so much for reading and please leave a review. People who wouldn't mind to spare a couple of minutes (or even seconds) to tell me what they think of this piece won't go unnoticed, I promise. ^_^
Haruko and the others will make an appearance in Chapter Two. That is, if you guys want me to continue. *Shrugs*
Uhm, one more thing though ; Just what is Miyagi's first name? Kind enough to tell me? ^_^
Flames will be used for roasting rats.