MVP Valentine: Two lovers' who had a complete world, one half consisting of one another, the other half consisting on something far more important than their life: Basketball. Yet, as an accident occured before an important match, what would a basketball player choose...? Responsibility...? Or, his other half and world...?
Rating: T, just for safety.
Universe: AU
OOC-ness: A lot, be warned. None of them would act the way they are in Bleach storyline, just for a heads-up. :D
Ichigo: Why are we OOC?
Girl: *Shrugs* Hey, why are we OOC?
Me: *Rolls eyes* Who's story is this?
Ichigo/Girl: Um... Yours...?
Me: Good, and I have the right to make you guys as OOC as possible, so, shut up.
Ichigo/Girl: Hmph, fine. *Walks away*
Me: WAIT, KUROSAKI ICHIGO, FREAKING DO THE DISCLAIMER!
Ichigo: *Sighs* Fine. If the author of MVP Valentine owns Bleach, the world would crumble. So, she doesn't own the characters or Bleach.
Me: *Rolls eyes* Better than nothing. *Shrugs*
Special Thanks To:
falconrukichi: I hope this chapter intrigued you as it did with the prologue ^^
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CALI: Who are you calling the meanie, Mommie~~~? Just be grateful I even got this chapter up, alright? XD
Kaza: I know I forced you intor eading this story, and, I know you are reading it just because I'm your Mom -.- But,. I sure hope you enjoy reading the story ^^
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Now, without further ado, let's begin a chapter of fluffness~~~! XD
A tall teenager with bleached hair and bleached eyebrows stood in front of a spiky orange-haired kid, his two lackeys behind him. He was holding a basketball in one of his hands and playing with the basketball with just only one of his fingers. The spiky orange-haired kid only raised an eyebrow at the other kid before asking, "What do you want?"
"My pal's head is so badly injured, what do you think I want?"
Glancing at the person who was seated at a bench who had his hand pressed on his own head with a bandage wrapped around his head, said orange guy turned back to the bleached guy. "I already apologized to him. Isn't that enough?"
"Kurosaki Ichigo, how dare you talk back at me in my turf?"
"I just want to get back what's mine." Glancing at the injured person who violently kicked a box just next to the bench, he looked back at the person in front of him once more. "I will leave once I get it back."
"Since it's in my hands, whether I will return to you or not depends on my mood." Ichigo knew what the bleached guy meant as he caught the basketball that was passed to him. "Three shots. Win it and you can have it back."
Taking a glance at raven-haired girl who only looked away from him the moment their eyes met, Ichigo began the three shots.
Dribbling the ball left and right with those lackeys' blocking, Ichigo knew he wouldn't get far with this, but he decided to take a chance anyway. Ichigo dribbled the ball to the right and immediately made his body turn, the ball going along with the body without any hesitation going through his mind. And with the opportunity of his opponent stunned of what he'd done, he successfully made the first shot.
A brief smile appeared on the girl's face as she watched Ichigo make the second shot.
Deciding to make a direct shot this time, Ichigo dribbled the ball in front of one of the lackeys and stopped. Raising both of his hands up, making sure to leave a distance between the head and his hands, Ichigo intentionally passed the ball from his left hand to his right hand, intentionally making a loud noise and making his opponent think he had thrown the ball on the ground. The lackey, as expected, fell for the trick and turned around for a brief moment to find no ball, but looked up to find the ball already in the basket.
The third shot was a fairly easy one, at least for Ichigo. Dribbling left and right but finding absolutely no way out, Ichigo continued his movements. Almost immediately, the two lackeys who were guarding created an opening at the center. Taking this opportunity, Ichigo rushed past them and made the third shot.
The same girl, who was constantly watching Ichigo, jumped up in happiness at the third shot being made successfully.
Three shots. Win it and you can have it back
The bleached boy groaned at the words he was so sure of. Great, he had just backhanded himself. Ichigo, walking over to the guy, just asked, "Can I have it back now?"
Not willing to admit defeat that fast, he glanced at Ichigo. "Sure, but you must win a bet first."
Normally Ichigo would have hit that arrogant bully in their school by now, but, sadly, that precious object in that box was still being a hostage. Raising one of his eyebrows and sighing mentally, he asked, "What bet?"
"In the rules of basketball, you have 24 seconds in possession of the ball." Glancing at the girl who was watching Ichigo shooting this whole time, he glanced back at Ichigo and smirked, suddenly thinking of a brilliant idea which he knew Ichigo couldn't pass. "That girl has been watching us for a long time." Ichigo, taking glances at the said girl, which, said girl just gave a glare at Ichigo's direction and looked away. "I want you to make her smile within 24 seconds - literally."
Ichigo snickered in response. "Are you kidding...? 24 seconds to make that ice maiden smile...?"
As if not caring the words spoken by Ichigo, the boy announced. "The time starts now!"
Taking repeated glances towards the bleached boy who was counting every second ticking by and at the raven-haired girl who narrowed her eyes, Ichigo had no choice but to walk over to the girl. Said girl, seeing that Ichigo was walking nearer to her, folded her arms and gave a pure look of annoyance towards Ichigo, a completely different image when she was cheering for Ichigo. "Look over there and smile, otherwise, Chappy's in trouble."
Glancing between the box that was being held hostage and Ichigo, she looked away and shrugged, as if not caring.
Ichigo tried to soothe her into smiling. "Timeout for our cold war. This concerns Chappy's life, so... Please smile..."
No response was given.
10... 9...
"Come on, smile..."
8... 7... 6... 5...
"Come on, smile just once... Please...?"
4... 3... 2...
Taking a brief glance towards the bleached guy who was showing the number '2' by his fingers, the girl gave a fake smile which would have led anybody to believe that the fake smile was real. Normally, Ichigo would had hit her head by now for putting on that smile, but right now he was more than glad for that smile because it seemed, her fake smile just saved the situation at hand. On the contrary, the bleach boy's smile faded and his hand drooped down to his side before finally admitting defeat and sighed. "Return it to him."
The box was returned to Ichigo and Ichigo passed the box to the said girl, since, it was originally her belongings and he was just asked to take care of it. But, the girl seemed reluctant at first, only taking it a few moments later as Ichigo elbowed and poked her playfully. Watching the bleached boy's retreating back, both of them silently wondered how they had managed to make the school's biggest bully, Ooshima Reiichi, walk off the school grounds defeated.
Carrying the object in the box and stroking its fur, Rukia glanced at the bunny whose name was Chappy with soft eyes and snuck a glance at Ichigo before giving him a soft smile. Needless to say, Ichigo returned the same gesture.
Girl: *Snuggles into Ichigo's embrace* Ichigoooo, I loveeee youuuuu~~~~~
Ichigo: *Snuggles back* I loveeee youuuu toooo, Girllll~~~~
Me: You know, calling your girlfriend without her name is kinda weird.
Ichigo: *Frowns* Well, who was the one who forbid to reveal the character's name?
Me: *Whines* Hey, that's not my fault! I was just. Merely. Creating. Suspense.
Ichigo: Yeah, yeah, yeah... *Starts kissing the girl*
Me: BOTH OF YOU, GET A ROOM! RIGHT NOW!
Ichigo: *Gets a room*
-.- Anyway, review, guys, or else... Ichigo will... Haunt you...? XD