And so it was that the teachers were mortally scared of Rukawa that they passed by without even checking on the two. Hitsumi received a large bruise from getting whammed by Rukawa for disrupting his sleep. He in turn had a lump in his head for crashing into the wall. Fortunately for her however, her professor accepted her thesis though it had Adidas marks on it.
Rukawa, after the historic event, had continued towards the locker room, still deep in slumber as if nothing had happened.
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'Hitsumi-san…what happened to you?' asked Ruikiba upon seeing a bruise upon Hitsumi's rosy cheeks. That wasn't all though, her hair was all messed up, like spaghetti, which accidentally fell into a washing machine, and her clothes all dirty as if she had been crawling on her belly to the park.
'Nothing much. I managed to get here still alive didn't I?' she said, dismissing his worry…or was he even?
He blinked at her, a large question mark hovering above his head.
She furrowed her brow and waved her hand in the air frivolously. 'C'mon, Rui-kun what are you thinking? You don't suppose I engaged myself into a fight or do you?' [she was giving him ideas…^sweat drops^] Hitsumi smiled at him innocently. 'Why don't we just play basketball? You know, train you before the game…'
'You train me?' Rui-chan scoffed, now laughing at her. She grinned, knowing he wouldn't press on the details of her being filthy. However she couldn't help but feel irritated that he was underestimating her capacity. Although she didn't really know how to play basketball, she was sure she would learn fast.
'Okay fine hunny, just teach me the basics at least,' she said. 'I want to play!'
Rui-chan looked at her with that expression on his face which probably said ^is she kidding me or is she kidding me?^
Scowling, she crossed her arms upon her chest and turned her back towards him. He was misjudging her…BIG TIME, and she hated every part of it. Talk about male chauvinism. And she wasn't the biggest supporter of that dumb movement, even if she did like Rui-chan that much.
'Fine, if you don't want to teach me, then don't. It's not like I'm gonna force you or anything…' said Hitsumi indignantly. She had begun walking away from him, a gust of wind blowing her spaghetti black hair to a more disheveled guise.
As expected of every man, every pathetic man living on earth, he grabbed her arms and made that puppy look again. He looked awesomely cute, like a little dog wagging its tail at her for more dog food. 'Okay then…I'll teach you,' he said with that goofy smile lingering upon his soft lips.
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The sun was already sinking beyond the houses, which were scattered about the court. It cast an orange glow in the sky and the clouds drifting up ahead. Rui-chan had now left Hitsumi in the court alone, however she was happy anyway, playing ball herself. She had no idea how delightful and addicting it was to play. She had to admit, it was almost as good than soccer itself [for she was rather fond of playing soccer and was a good player, if she said so herself, in fact she was in the school's soccer club].
Darkness was dawning fast, and she wasn't glad it was. The street lamps weren't open yet, and though they were she doubted she could play in the night. There were many punks roaming the streets at night, and she was still in her grimy uniform, and her face was still marked by an untended bruise.
She dribbled the ball on the cement pavement twice, her eyes centered on the hoop before her. They narrowed coolly as she lifted the ball in mid-air, before jumping and releasing it to an arc towards the basketball ring. To her it seemed flawless, for it was gliding across the air like a bird at flight, but to someone else it was as imperfect as it could be.
It hit the metal ring, which clanked loudly, and bounced a couple of meters away from her. The ball landed on someone else's hands.
Before she knew it, an unblemished three-point shoot was freed, and it landed neatly into the hoop, not even touching the ring. It bounced once…twice..three times before rolling towards Hitsumi's feet. Her eyes never left the ball and she didn't even bother look at who made the shot.
She turned around finally, and suddenly the streetlights flickered on. The lamp, which stood beside the person who shot the ball, shone above him, and his shadow stretched across the pavement.
Her stare moved up to his face. He was Rui-chan's teammate, the same person who ruined her thesis without even saying sorry, and left without a word. Obviously he had came to the court to practice, for he carried his duffel behind his back, and had changed from his school uniform to comfortable shirt and a pair of boxing shorts. He still wore the lump in his head, which he got from hitting the wall with Hitsumi's deathblow. [exaggerating of course…hehehe]
She lifted a brow and narrowed her eyes at him. There were all hints of utmost menace and irritation. His arrival meant she had to leave as soon as possible, but she had no intention to, although she knew the danger he had posed before her.
His indifferent, yet defiant eyes focused on hers, with a silent challenge hanging in the air between them.
She knew she had no chances of winning this. Hence she had to face her second defeat from this very unlikely fox guy.
She considered moving out of the court without a fight.
---Hitsumi ^besides, I have to go home; it's getting dark^---
Inaudibly, she strode past him, dropping the ball at his feet. He made no motion to pick it up until she was about to exit the gate when he actually said something to her, 'Here'. She spun around and found herself with the ball in her hands. She glanced at it for a while before lifting her face at him. His dark eyes were locked on her startled stare, in a speechless prompt for a one-on-one. His glare was melting her to pieces.
As if on a trance she dribbled the ball and initiated the game between them.
Rukawa, after the historic event, had continued towards the locker room, still deep in slumber as if nothing had happened.
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'Hitsumi-san…what happened to you?' asked Ruikiba upon seeing a bruise upon Hitsumi's rosy cheeks. That wasn't all though, her hair was all messed up, like spaghetti, which accidentally fell into a washing machine, and her clothes all dirty as if she had been crawling on her belly to the park.
'Nothing much. I managed to get here still alive didn't I?' she said, dismissing his worry…or was he even?
He blinked at her, a large question mark hovering above his head.
She furrowed her brow and waved her hand in the air frivolously. 'C'mon, Rui-kun what are you thinking? You don't suppose I engaged myself into a fight or do you?' [she was giving him ideas…^sweat drops^] Hitsumi smiled at him innocently. 'Why don't we just play basketball? You know, train you before the game…'
'You train me?' Rui-chan scoffed, now laughing at her. She grinned, knowing he wouldn't press on the details of her being filthy. However she couldn't help but feel irritated that he was underestimating her capacity. Although she didn't really know how to play basketball, she was sure she would learn fast.
'Okay fine hunny, just teach me the basics at least,' she said. 'I want to play!'
Rui-chan looked at her with that expression on his face which probably said ^is she kidding me or is she kidding me?^
Scowling, she crossed her arms upon her chest and turned her back towards him. He was misjudging her…BIG TIME, and she hated every part of it. Talk about male chauvinism. And she wasn't the biggest supporter of that dumb movement, even if she did like Rui-chan that much.
'Fine, if you don't want to teach me, then don't. It's not like I'm gonna force you or anything…' said Hitsumi indignantly. She had begun walking away from him, a gust of wind blowing her spaghetti black hair to a more disheveled guise.
As expected of every man, every pathetic man living on earth, he grabbed her arms and made that puppy look again. He looked awesomely cute, like a little dog wagging its tail at her for more dog food. 'Okay then…I'll teach you,' he said with that goofy smile lingering upon his soft lips.
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The sun was already sinking beyond the houses, which were scattered about the court. It cast an orange glow in the sky and the clouds drifting up ahead. Rui-chan had now left Hitsumi in the court alone, however she was happy anyway, playing ball herself. She had no idea how delightful and addicting it was to play. She had to admit, it was almost as good than soccer itself [for she was rather fond of playing soccer and was a good player, if she said so herself, in fact she was in the school's soccer club].
Darkness was dawning fast, and she wasn't glad it was. The street lamps weren't open yet, and though they were she doubted she could play in the night. There were many punks roaming the streets at night, and she was still in her grimy uniform, and her face was still marked by an untended bruise.
She dribbled the ball on the cement pavement twice, her eyes centered on the hoop before her. They narrowed coolly as she lifted the ball in mid-air, before jumping and releasing it to an arc towards the basketball ring. To her it seemed flawless, for it was gliding across the air like a bird at flight, but to someone else it was as imperfect as it could be.
It hit the metal ring, which clanked loudly, and bounced a couple of meters away from her. The ball landed on someone else's hands.
Before she knew it, an unblemished three-point shoot was freed, and it landed neatly into the hoop, not even touching the ring. It bounced once…twice..three times before rolling towards Hitsumi's feet. Her eyes never left the ball and she didn't even bother look at who made the shot.
She turned around finally, and suddenly the streetlights flickered on. The lamp, which stood beside the person who shot the ball, shone above him, and his shadow stretched across the pavement.
Her stare moved up to his face. He was Rui-chan's teammate, the same person who ruined her thesis without even saying sorry, and left without a word. Obviously he had came to the court to practice, for he carried his duffel behind his back, and had changed from his school uniform to comfortable shirt and a pair of boxing shorts. He still wore the lump in his head, which he got from hitting the wall with Hitsumi's deathblow. [exaggerating of course…hehehe]
She lifted a brow and narrowed her eyes at him. There were all hints of utmost menace and irritation. His arrival meant she had to leave as soon as possible, but she had no intention to, although she knew the danger he had posed before her.
His indifferent, yet defiant eyes focused on hers, with a silent challenge hanging in the air between them.
She knew she had no chances of winning this. Hence she had to face her second defeat from this very unlikely fox guy.
She considered moving out of the court without a fight.
---Hitsumi ^besides, I have to go home; it's getting dark^---
Inaudibly, she strode past him, dropping the ball at his feet. He made no motion to pick it up until she was about to exit the gate when he actually said something to her, 'Here'. She spun around and found herself with the ball in her hands. She glanced at it for a while before lifting her face at him. His dark eyes were locked on her startled stare, in a speechless prompt for a one-on-one. His glare was melting her to pieces.
As if on a trance she dribbled the ball and initiated the game between them.