Transformations and resurrections

Unbreakable Sequel

Disclaimers:

I don't own Slam Dunk. I don't own any crime organizations as well, and that is not one of my ambitions, thank you very much. I'm not even sure if these organizations exist. If they do, I just want you to know that I own nothing at all, even one of their deadly chemicals.

I have nothing against Italy's subways or Italy's airports, or Rome itself. I have nothing against Italy and Italians. I would like to make that very clear.

Author: Darkhoodedangel

Warning/s:

Aside from the disclaimers, the fanfic contains foul languages and yaoi, boy to boy love. It will not be lemon. All the groups and stealing here are not true, but truth be told, I do not know. There are different pairings, but of course, Senru is the main pairing. Hehehehe... there's only one thing that should really be kept in mind: The story is fictional. Be warned as well that this is not a happy-ending fanfic.

Updated after centuries...

Summary:

Eight years before, when Rukawa Kaede and Akira Sendoh were still high school students, a forbidden love grew between them. However, Rukawa is the head of the Triad, which is the rival of another crime organization, which happened to be owned by Sendoh Akira's father. After a very bitter incident, this is what happened...

Note: Rukawa will use the name /Cedric Dennis Errol/.

Unbreakable sequel part two.

Cedric got his car keys from the head maid, Keiko. He commuted from one place to another, and truth be told, he is getting tired of it. When he was on his way from the airport in Japan, there were at least three teens who tried to rob his bag and five men from nowhere tried to get his wallet while he was paying the cab.

What's new? This had always happened when he was in Italy. Speaking of which...

When he was at the Metropolitana, he was startled once more: there were two girls beside him who tried to get his luggage. Why are all the people trying to target him? Not only people, but even cupid is targeting him.

Why do these things have to happen to him?

Why does history have to repeat itself?

You are questioning, right? This was also the scene when he first arrived in Japan. His father is a one-of-a-kind person, one of the many aspects of his father that he got. He does not want to follow the usual ways of his life. He does not want to go to places where he is supposed to go with the limousine, he does not want to be treated like the rich man that he is.

One time, after his mother, Audrey Bridgette Errol, had died, they moved to Japan. Being the man that he is, he and Kaede went to the airport through the subway. There, two pretty girls tried to get his luggage. But of course, like how it happened today, he got his bag back.

After that, they arrived at the Kanagawa airport. They were about to head to the hotel before going straight to their newly-built house that time when three teenagers standing near them who tried to rob his suitcase. They were about five people standing nearby who tried to get his father's wallet.

What was the date that day?

That day was December 23.

Boy, was Cedric surprised when he saw a female hand being waved in front of him. "Master Cedric! Are you alright?" Keiko asked.

0o0o0

Being a faithful helper to his master Cedric - both in the house and in work – it is not new to see him space off while in the middle of something. Although she saw him like this for thousands of times, she never figured out what her master was thinking.

And never had she succeeded in trying to let his master tell her what was bothering him.

(Flashback)

Rukawa Kaede, their ever-sleeping master, had just slid down the stairs (his specialty) in order to save his strength and time. This had been a ritual that had been present ever since he and his father moved in the house.

The breakfast had been in front of her master for a quarter of an hour already, but her master had not yet touched even a single electron of the pasta. Keiko sighed as she advanced towards her master.

"Rukawa-san... Please hurry up; you'll be late for school." Keiko reminded him, her eyes soft with genuine care for him: one thing that can not be recognized and accepted by the Triad organization.

Her master stared at her. He sighed, and ate his pasta, which is not warm as how it is a while ago.

Moist is now forming on her eyes. This is getting more and more often. What could he be thinking?

Keiko took all the courage she had, and approached her master. She can feel her ears burn, but the anxiety building inside her is nothing compared to her shyness and the secrets she has kept inside.

"Master Kaede, is there anything wrong?"

Her question echoed through the house. There was a stretched, uncomfortable silence that covered them. Keiko was now regretting what she did earlier.

Maybe her master will just remain as her master, nothing more.

She has to do something about the uncomfortable silence blanketing them. "I just want to let you know that I'm here if you need me, Rukawa-san."

"Do'aho." Her master simply replied. To him, it was just a statement, but to Keiko, it crushed her heart. She watched as her master got his bag from the nearby chair.

(End of flashback)

This time, Keiko is nowhere telling that to his master. Enough is enough. Rukawa Kaede is her master, nothing more.

Nothing more...

0o0o0

'The weather is getting more and more unpredictable these days. Damn it!' Kiyota thought as he got the purchased ticket from the booth. A while ago, the weather was fine. The sun was shining as if it wanted to bake him. Now the cold winds look like they want to freeze him.

What's weirder is that there is no snow.

What's happening? It's already two days before Christmas, but there is still no snow!

As if to answer him, the sky got darker, and it felt like the temperature fell from a tall cliff. Kiyota stared outside. It was snowing. Why do his friends have to be so unpredictable? "Why do they have to call at the middle of the rush hour?"

Oh, well. Just to snap him out of his observation, there was a sudden noise. You can call it people stampede. Then, there were the train station's crew, which he would like to call smash-ers.

How Kiyota hated Tokyo's train stations.

0o0o0

Cedric stared at his reflection. The car's glass is so shiny. Oh, well, this is not what he should do.

Cedric got his overcoat from the back seat of his car. He covered his turtle neck and his gun. He glanced at his reflection. It was still no good, he can still be recognized.

He stared at the things he has at the back seat. There were glasses, sun glasses, hats, coats, and stuff. What should he use? Knowing Fujima, he can pass with having eyeglasses, but what if the others, namely Ayako, will come?

His cell phone rung again, disturbing him from what he was doing.

"What?" He asked the one calling, namely Norman. "Where are you? We're already here." Maki replied.

"I'm already outside the café. I'm putting my disguises on." He said as he reached for the eyeglasses and winter things that he can use. After all, the snow, which is very late for Japan this year, by the way, has arrived already.

Rukawa might have not noticed, but Akira went out of the café that time. And Akira saw him.

0o0o0

His head is already spinning. This day is so hectic, and his friends are not yet even here! What might happen if they are here, along with those ever demanding businessmen?

This is why he hates people from the upper class! They want their white sauce here, and they want their coffee there! One was even asking if they have cigarette! There was an old businessman who wanted to talk to him. Why? All because of a white sauce with no mushroom! What on earth is Maki doing with them? It was a good thing that he was with them, or else he will kill someone from that group.

If they want something like that, they better go to a high class restaurant!

He simply needs to breathe. Akira got his coat and went outside.

He had always wanted to watch snow fall from the sky. It feels like there are memories left somewhere in the snow. 'If only I can remember what happened eight years ago...'

The surrounding was silent: not until an elegant-looking black car parked right in front of his shop.

Akira sighed. From the looks of it, the person in the car is another of those darn old upper class people. However, when the person owning the car stepped outside, Akira was ready to change his mind.

There in front of the shop stepped a young man, around twenty, who looks so much like a female. He wore a black turtle neck and simple pants, but he still looked very elegant. And he looks so familiar.

Akira did not know why, but he knows that he knew this person. He saw him before. This was the first time he felt that he recognized someone, aside from his mother. He knew the guy's name: it was at the tip of his tongue. He just couldn't name it.

Akira felt intense headache. He does not want to go inside, he want to know who this person is. But, alas, the headache is unbearable. He needs to get his pills inside.

0o0o0

Cedric turned to his right. He felt like there was someone watching him. Not seeing anyone, he continued to do his disrupted work, all thanks to Maki.

As he stepped inside, he was surprised at the scene. There were his ever demanding work mates, trying to harass all the waiters in sight. By the looks of it, they succeeded with the said job.

He approached Maki.

He tapped on Maki by the shoulder. Maki nodded to the person, namely Rukawa, and continued talking with the angry Spanish businessman, who is getting pretty angry by the moment because of their leader's tardiness.

Cedric shook his head. This is what is hard with disguises. Even Maki did not recognize him. Well, who could recognize him? He has a black over coat, an old looking hat, a black and blue scarf, along with shades.

"Norman, call the others to this table, let's start the meeting." He said, his strict voice stopping the conversation effectively.

Norman's eyes bulged out. "Master Cedric? Is that you?" His voice stopped every person in the shop. (First, it stopped the ever-demanding businessmen because they stared at their unrecognized master. Secondly, the waiters stopped and rested. Third, the people at the kitchen stopped their work, wondering what might have happened outside.)

Cedric shrugged. "Stop wasting time."

Norman gulped. Is this really their master? This person has his mater's own icy South Pole-ic blue eyes. Norman smiled, and invited all of them to join in the table.

0o0o0

Kiyota stared at the figure in front of him. There stood, in front of Akira's café, a male in his early twenties who looks so much like a female.

It is not what is important. This certain person looks like someone. He looks so much like Rukawa Kaede.

Kiyota was supposed to go near the person mirroring himself in front of a black car when another person caught his eyes. It was Akira. Kiyota strained his eyes to observe the two: the Rukawa-ic guy talking in his cell phone while his friend holding his head because of extreme headache. It seemed like the Rukawa-ic guy did not notice Akira.

Wait a minute. Akira has a headache?

Maybe he is recovering his memory back again after eight long years!

Kiyota followed Akira, who is currently going in his café, with his eyes. Now, who should he follow? Should it be Akira, or the Rukawa-ic guy?

'Hmp, who cares with that Rukawa-ic guy? He might just look like Rukawa, but Kiyota can never assure that the person is Rukawa. Who knows? Rukawa might have died, so far he and his friends are concerned.

Kiyota followed Akira to the café.

0o0o0

Kenji smiled. He never knew that he can take engineering. He had just fixed a stupid, complicated machine. Yahoo!

Just then, he heard the voices outside hush like there was someone who assassinated all those demons in the café. Kenji stopped too, and peeked outside. It's as if he cared, but he would surely mind cleaning up the mess if ever they got assassinated.

Kenji got up, and peeked outside.

There was a new person who arrived. This certain person seemed like their leader, or someone higher than them. He does not care who that new arrival is to the aggressive rich damn people, but there is something with how this person moved.

Kenji watched as the person talked to Maki. The person looks really graceful. 'He can be a dancer.' Kenji thought as he watched the person point to the people around them. He seems too pretty for a man that he is. Then, he sat down next to Maki.

Kenji can't help but feel jealous. First and foremost, this certain person is sitting next to his boyfriend. Second, he is nothing compared to the one sitting next to his boyfriend. That person is tall, beautiful, graceful, and, the most noticeable trait of the person, rich.

Yes, this certain person is rich – VERY RICH!

While he is not.

As the person, the youngest and best-looking among the old grumpy businessmen, spoke to the grumpy businessmen, Maki turned to the not so self-confident Kenji standing near the counter.

Maki winked at Kenji, telling him: 'Meet me later.'

Kenji smiled back, and went at the kitchen to meet Akira and Kiyota.

0o0o0

Akira sighed, and massaged his forehead. It was the third time he got this headache. First, he had a headache like this when he woke up at the hospital and saw his mom. That was very intense. It felt like his head was being smashed and divided into half.

Second, he felt this headache when he met his friends. However, the headache was mild, compared to the first one.

Now, the third and last he encountered, the headache is unbearable. The first and second and third headaches are nothing compared to this one.

What is with that person?

Suddenly, there was an abrupt noise from behind Akira. Akira turned to the noise's direction, just to see Kiyota barging in.

"Are you alright?" Kiyota asked. Knowing Akira, he would not say anything, but there is no harm trying, is there? Akira smiled at Kiyota, trying to forget his unbearable headache. Kiyota pouted.

"Stop pretending as if nothing happened, Akira! Do you remember anything already?" Kiyota asked at the porcupine sitting near the medicine cabinet. Akira smiled again. "No, Kiyota-kun, I don't remember anything."

Kiyota sighed, and sat in front of Akira. Minutes stretched as they both frowned at each other.

Both of them looked up as they heard steps coming their way. Their sight was greeted by a sad looking Kenji. "Kiyota, you arrived already?" Kenji asked as he sat beside Kiyota. Kiyota nodded, and turned to a porcupine in front of them who, by that moment, is still massaging his forehead. "Akira's head is aching." Akira turned to the two people in front of him and smiled. "It's OK."

Kenji turned to Akira as well. "Why do I have a feeling not to trust you?" Akira shrugged. Kiyota butted in the conversation. "Why did your head ache?"

"I don't know."

Kenji's eyes narrowed. "Do you remember anything, Akira?" He voiced out his thoughts. Akira frowned as he stared at his fidgeting fingers. "Unfortunately, no, Fujima-san. I don't remember anything."

Fujima sighed as he thought harder. There must be something that provoked his headache. "When did your headache start?" Kenji asked another question.

Akira paused massaging his forehead as he thought of Kenji's question. "It's weird, Fujima-san. I just stared at someone and felt like I know him."

Kenji stared at Kiyota. Kiyota bit his lower lip, and then urged Kenji to lean closer to him. Kenji understood it, and adjusted his seat so that he can lean closer to Kiyota.

"There was someone out there who looks like Rukawa Kaede."

Kenji stared at Kiyota, raising his brow. "But he's dead, right?" Kenji asked. Kiyota shrugged. "We don't know, Kenji. We don't have any proof that he is dead."

Akira pouted at the both of the people conversing in front of him. "Excuse me guys. Who is he?"

Kenji and Kiyota stared at each other.

"Umm... no one, Akira." They smiled at each other, rubbing the back of their heads.

0o0o0

'Half of their group had arrived now.' Cedric said as he observed a group of lively people at a table at the corner of the café. Maki observed this from their master. 'This is not a good idea.' He thought as he nudged his master to listen to the one speaking in front of them. Cedric rolled his eyes and listened to the boring speech of the people around him.

'Why did he go to the organization anyway? '

There was a moment of silence in his head.

'I don't know...'

He did not really have to do that, did he? He can throw his old life away! Why did he choose his old life?

Cedric stared at the people around him. This is the surrounding he grew up to since he was five. This craziness had only ended when he moved back to Japan from Italy when he was twelve years old. His life was good then. he lived just like an ordinary person. But why did he give that comfortable, happy life away?

Why?

'If only I did not choose this boring life, I will not be spending my precious hours here, drilling a hole in this seat. I should have been one of those people having fun in that table!'

'And I should have been spending time with Akira!'

Just then, Akira stared at him again. Cedric can not do anything but move his gaze away.

0o0o0

Maki stretched as the meeting ended. 'That was one hell of a meeting.' He thought as he went to the direction of his group mates.

"I love you. Guess who I am." Maki whispered at Kenji's ear as he embraced his lover from behind. Kenji smiled and kissed Maki in the cheek. "I don't know. Maybe the boyfriend of that graceful person sitting before you a while ago?"

Maki rolled his eyes. "Are you jealous, Ken?" He teased his lover. Kenji pouted. "Then who is he?" Maki smiled. "Are you jealous with my workmate?"

Kenji smiled as he hugged Maki. "I'm not."

Just then, Akira appeared in their vision. "Guys, guys, please don't display your deep affection here. This place is not PG-13, you know."

The two just rolled their eyes.

0o0o0

Author's notes:

I'm back! Our Math test was so hard! After this, I'll update 'Cults and Crime organizations', then 'Crazy Love Webs', then 'Lovesick camp', and, last but not the least, 'When the truth comes out '(Yu-Yu Hakusho).

Thanks for reviewing, kaede-do'aho and jam! I admit that I was too lazy to edit Unbreakable. I think this sequel has a lot of errors too... I even got a flame about my grammar in another fanfic. And yes, Jam, I will read your stories of you'll make stories. That would be senru, right? I checked your profile Kaede-do'aho... Will you continue your first fanfic (The one with Rukawa having amnesia? He he... Sorry I forgot the title)?

No offense to the train stations to all over the world. I'll be mentioning train stations all over this