Title: Knocking on Heaven's Door
Author: Rayne
E-mail: rayne00@dngmail.com
Pairings: SenRu, MitMiya, FujiHana(gata), JinKiyo
Rating: er…not suitable for people under 13! :P
Spoilers: the Ryonan-Shoyo vs Shohoku episodes
Warning: falalalala…let me see, Rukawa and Mitsui torture…yeah, right. It's Christmas after all, right? Right!
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the Slam Dunk characters. They belong to Takehito Inoue and all the other legal owners © 1995.
Dedication: For Crystal, a birthday gift, for everyone else who reads, a Christmas 2001 gift from a delusional SenRu fan. Yare yare…
**************
i
"Argh!"
Mitsui growled, clawing at the hand against his mouth his other hand going behind him to try pry himself off from whoever his assailant was. Fear gripped his heart and began taking over him as he was dragged to a dark alley, his consciousness telling him to make a run for it.
/This isn't happening!/
He tried to condition himself to that thought, telling his mind that this was all a nightmare. However, he felt his reserves break as he dragged deeper into darkness, helplessness crawling up his spine. He felt the all to sudden chill of fear as he was pushed against the cemented wall, his eyes closed and his knees buckling.
He heard a sigh from his assailant and opening his eyes, he watched the younger form run a hand through raven hair. His eyes went wide and Mitsui brawled, almost unbelieving. The other looked at him a gave a small clipped nod, lips opening in greeting.
"Senpai."
/i
Prologue: The HOW it all began...
Mitsui couldn't believe it. He didn't want to. Here he was in a dark alley, dragged by his very own teammate. He balled his fists in anger, taking a step towards the younger boy.
"What the hell is going on Rukawa?"
Using the heel of his palm, Mitsui pushed Rukawa against the wall, his earlier fear turning into deep curiosity and annoyance. Rukawa's head was bent low, not wanting to face him, and, Mitsui noted, there was helplessness and nervousness radiating from the usually cool player.
"Senpai."
Rukawa repeated the word like in a chant and brushed Mitsui's hand away. He ran a hand through his hair again, biting his lower lip. Even //he// himself didn't want to believe that this was happening.
"Senpai…I need your help."
Always choosing the wrong timing, Mitsui laughed aloud at Rukawa. And much to Rukawa's dismay, he knew that if the situation didn't require the former MVP's help, said guy would've been a beaten up pulp.
Finally grasping his lost senses, Mitsui stilled his laughing, a wide grin spreading across his features. Rukawa dragged him all the way here just to ask for his help? The guy must be in bad need of help!
"So…help in what?"
Rukawa turned, not wanting to face Mitsui as he stooped down in pleading, well, his definition of pleading anyway. He walked back and forth, trying to calm himself.
"Christmas is coming in two days…"
"And?"
"And I need your help to…well, find a proper gift."
"???"
"A gift you know he'd like!"
"'He'?"
"Akira."
"Akira…Sendoh? Ryonan's Ace?"
Rukawa stiffened, not wanting the way Mitsui suddenly turned interested. He knew he shouldn't have trusted Ayako when she said he should ask help from Mitsui! Now he knew he was in trouble…uh-oh.
"Never mind."
Just as Rukawa turned, ready to make his leave, Mitsui draped an arm over his shoulder in a friendly manner, walking them out into the broad daylight.
"Senpai…"
There was a warning tone in his voice, and Mitsui turned, grinning at him.
"Well, since you bothered to come up and beg help from me…"
Rukawa rolled his eyes.
"I guess I wouldn't mind lending the help to you."
Rukawa inwardly smiled, all of a sudden the weight on his shoulder not minded.
"So, what about you and Sendoh?"
For the second time, Rukawa stiffened and cursed his luck.
Author: Rayne
E-mail: rayne00@dngmail.com
Pairings: SenRu, MitMiya, FujiHana(gata), JinKiyo
Rating: er…not suitable for people under 13! :P
Spoilers: the Ryonan-Shoyo vs Shohoku episodes
Warning: falalalala…let me see, Rukawa and Mitsui torture…yeah, right. It's Christmas after all, right? Right!
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the Slam Dunk characters. They belong to Takehito Inoue and all the other legal owners © 1995.
Dedication: For Crystal, a birthday gift, for everyone else who reads, a Christmas 2001 gift from a delusional SenRu fan. Yare yare…
**************
i
"Argh!"
Mitsui growled, clawing at the hand against his mouth his other hand going behind him to try pry himself off from whoever his assailant was. Fear gripped his heart and began taking over him as he was dragged to a dark alley, his consciousness telling him to make a run for it.
/This isn't happening!/
He tried to condition himself to that thought, telling his mind that this was all a nightmare. However, he felt his reserves break as he dragged deeper into darkness, helplessness crawling up his spine. He felt the all to sudden chill of fear as he was pushed against the cemented wall, his eyes closed and his knees buckling.
He heard a sigh from his assailant and opening his eyes, he watched the younger form run a hand through raven hair. His eyes went wide and Mitsui brawled, almost unbelieving. The other looked at him a gave a small clipped nod, lips opening in greeting.
"Senpai."
/i
Prologue: The HOW it all began...
Mitsui couldn't believe it. He didn't want to. Here he was in a dark alley, dragged by his very own teammate. He balled his fists in anger, taking a step towards the younger boy.
"What the hell is going on Rukawa?"
Using the heel of his palm, Mitsui pushed Rukawa against the wall, his earlier fear turning into deep curiosity and annoyance. Rukawa's head was bent low, not wanting to face him, and, Mitsui noted, there was helplessness and nervousness radiating from the usually cool player.
"Senpai."
Rukawa repeated the word like in a chant and brushed Mitsui's hand away. He ran a hand through his hair again, biting his lower lip. Even //he// himself didn't want to believe that this was happening.
"Senpai…I need your help."
Always choosing the wrong timing, Mitsui laughed aloud at Rukawa. And much to Rukawa's dismay, he knew that if the situation didn't require the former MVP's help, said guy would've been a beaten up pulp.
Finally grasping his lost senses, Mitsui stilled his laughing, a wide grin spreading across his features. Rukawa dragged him all the way here just to ask for his help? The guy must be in bad need of help!
"So…help in what?"
Rukawa turned, not wanting to face Mitsui as he stooped down in pleading, well, his definition of pleading anyway. He walked back and forth, trying to calm himself.
"Christmas is coming in two days…"
"And?"
"And I need your help to…well, find a proper gift."
"???"
"A gift you know he'd like!"
"'He'?"
"Akira."
"Akira…Sendoh? Ryonan's Ace?"
Rukawa stiffened, not wanting the way Mitsui suddenly turned interested. He knew he shouldn't have trusted Ayako when she said he should ask help from Mitsui! Now he knew he was in trouble…uh-oh.
"Never mind."
Just as Rukawa turned, ready to make his leave, Mitsui draped an arm over his shoulder in a friendly manner, walking them out into the broad daylight.
"Senpai…"
There was a warning tone in his voice, and Mitsui turned, grinning at him.
"Well, since you bothered to come up and beg help from me…"
Rukawa rolled his eyes.
"I guess I wouldn't mind lending the help to you."
Rukawa inwardly smiled, all of a sudden the weight on his shoulder not minded.
"So, what about you and Sendoh?"
For the second time, Rukawa stiffened and cursed his luck.