A letter to heaven
(a sequel to 'A letter from heaven')
Left alone in this world, with no one to depend on but myself. I was only fourteen, nothing more than a mere child when you left me. Otoosan, your departure from my life was a great blow to me. I became depressed and refused to speak to anyone or eat.
And I brought this upon myself.
Had I not acted rashly and run off to the hospital but called an ambulance instead, you would be alive today.
I, Sakuragi Hanamichi, indirectly caused the death of his own father. What kind of son is that?
It took a lot of effort on the Guntai's part to pull me out of the shell I had locked myself into. Yeah, true, I did seem to be my old loud self once again, but inside, I was still crying, blaming myself.
Otoosan, I never got the chance to tell you how much I admired you for what you were, for your courage to stand up for what you believed in, not caring who the opposition was.
Well, I suppose I always dreamed of the day when I would make you proud. Of course, holding the record of being rejected by 50 consecutive girls was nothing to be proud of. But what exactly would you be proud of? I didn't know.
When I entered Shohoku High, I met Haruko Akagi and fell head over heels in love. I suppose it was love at first sight. She introduced me to basketball and I just went along with whatever she said to please her. But when I joined the basketball team, I realised that there was something more to basketball than just pleasing Haruko-san.
If I could please Haruko and beat that Kitsune, then I could make you proud of me.
I know I had probably let you down when you were alive by doing badly in school, defying teachers and getting into fights. I never got the chance to apologise.
Basketball was my only chance to redeem myself.
I decided that I would put my entire mind and soul into basketball so that I would excell in it, making it the one and only thing that I would truly absorb.
Anzai-sensei said that I was like a sponge, absorbing everything he taught. And the Guntai was very supportive in their own way, coming to support us at every match, but teasing me all the time.
I called myself the Tensai for a reason. I felt that this would increase my self-esteem and therefore propell me forward whenever I was feeling down. Moreover, you used to call me 'my little tensai' when I was young. By calling myself the Tensai, I felt much closer to you.
We made it to the National Championships and beat Sannoh, the #1 high school basketball team in Japan.
Pity I hurt my back. It sure did hurt, but nothing hurt more than the thought that I would not be able to fulfil the dream to become the #1 basketball team in Japan.
But I did try my best.
I hope I have made you proud.
~owari
A/n: Thanks all who reviewed 'A letter from heaven'. I was quite surprised to get reviews as I was just writing it for fun. Ah well. I'm supposed to be having holidays now but I'm not exactly having holidays. I've got plenty of holiday homework and *sigh* rehearsals for some concerts. (no i don't sing or dance) Totally non-existent holidays. What's the point of giving us holidays? Eh, I suppose I shouldn't be thrashing our education system here. Whatever. Well, hope you all enjoyed the fic.
(a sequel to 'A letter from heaven')
Left alone in this world, with no one to depend on but myself. I was only fourteen, nothing more than a mere child when you left me. Otoosan, your departure from my life was a great blow to me. I became depressed and refused to speak to anyone or eat.
And I brought this upon myself.
Had I not acted rashly and run off to the hospital but called an ambulance instead, you would be alive today.
I, Sakuragi Hanamichi, indirectly caused the death of his own father. What kind of son is that?
It took a lot of effort on the Guntai's part to pull me out of the shell I had locked myself into. Yeah, true, I did seem to be my old loud self once again, but inside, I was still crying, blaming myself.
Otoosan, I never got the chance to tell you how much I admired you for what you were, for your courage to stand up for what you believed in, not caring who the opposition was.
Well, I suppose I always dreamed of the day when I would make you proud. Of course, holding the record of being rejected by 50 consecutive girls was nothing to be proud of. But what exactly would you be proud of? I didn't know.
When I entered Shohoku High, I met Haruko Akagi and fell head over heels in love. I suppose it was love at first sight. She introduced me to basketball and I just went along with whatever she said to please her. But when I joined the basketball team, I realised that there was something more to basketball than just pleasing Haruko-san.
If I could please Haruko and beat that Kitsune, then I could make you proud of me.
I know I had probably let you down when you were alive by doing badly in school, defying teachers and getting into fights. I never got the chance to apologise.
Basketball was my only chance to redeem myself.
I decided that I would put my entire mind and soul into basketball so that I would excell in it, making it the one and only thing that I would truly absorb.
Anzai-sensei said that I was like a sponge, absorbing everything he taught. And the Guntai was very supportive in their own way, coming to support us at every match, but teasing me all the time.
I called myself the Tensai for a reason. I felt that this would increase my self-esteem and therefore propell me forward whenever I was feeling down. Moreover, you used to call me 'my little tensai' when I was young. By calling myself the Tensai, I felt much closer to you.
We made it to the National Championships and beat Sannoh, the #1 high school basketball team in Japan.
Pity I hurt my back. It sure did hurt, but nothing hurt more than the thought that I would not be able to fulfil the dream to become the #1 basketball team in Japan.
But I did try my best.
I hope I have made you proud.
~owari
A/n: Thanks all who reviewed 'A letter from heaven'. I was quite surprised to get reviews as I was just writing it for fun. Ah well. I'm supposed to be having holidays now but I'm not exactly having holidays. I've got plenty of holiday homework and *sigh* rehearsals for some concerts. (no i don't sing or dance) Totally non-existent holidays. What's the point of giving us holidays? Eh, I suppose I shouldn't be thrashing our education system here. Whatever. Well, hope you all enjoyed the fic.