Disclaimer: I do not own Slam Dunk nor any of the characters, this is purely fiction, so please do not sue me.

Unexpected

Chapter 1

"..." Talking

'...' Thinking

Casino Tomiko

Kita ran into the overly large casino and sighed while shaking her head, looking at her watch, she let out a breathe of relief, she's right on time. Picking up her feet, she walked across the still pretty empty front hall. It's so early in the morning that only the janitors are here setting up everything.

Walking into the elevator, she pressed the button for basement and watched as the doors closed, mirrors surrounded her. Pulling at her knee length skirt and fixing her blouse, soothing her black hair, the elevator door opened.

Stepping out of the elevator, she's now in the entertainment section; their musical play will take place here. Today is the first week where they'll have to set up everything for the performers. She's assigned to this project from now until the time that the play is over. It's a nice little vacation away from her usual environment.

Stopping in the middle of the isle, she looked at the overly large stage, imagining how the play will take place.

"Miss Shay?" A voice rang out behind her, uncertainty ringing in his voice.

Kita turned and saw a young man standing there, he looks to be still in high school. "Yes, I am. How can I help you?"

"I'm here in place of Mr. Maki, owner of this casino. He said he has an urgent business trip to go to, he said the meeting will have to be postponed until this Friday. He's very sorry for the inconvenience." He said quickly, as if afraid of what she's going to say.

"It's all right, that's actually very beneficial to us, and we need to take care of some internal business anyways." Kita said with a smile, the guy smiled back nervously, not knowing what to say. "Thanks for telling me, I need to check in on something, I'll see you around sometimes."

"Yeah." He nodded and nearly ran out of her sight. Kita looked after him then snorted unbelievably. What is she? Some kind of monster? High school kids these days, no manner what-so-ever. Idiot! She hopes she'll never have to see him again.

"And I bet he's probably gay." Kita muttered and turned around, only to be greeted by walking boxes.

"Who's gay?"

Kita yelped and jumped back a few steps, her eyes wide with fear, walking boxes? What the hell? Soon, the boxes were set down onto the ground, and a person appeared behind the boxes, letting Kita sigh in relief.

"What the hell is wrong with you? It's so freaking early in the morning and you're screaming your heard off!" The woman said, annoyed, her eyes wide and her hands are on her hips.

"Well... someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today." Kita commented with an amusing smile, and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "You're even worse than Christina when she doesn't get 12 hours of sleep." She said, recalling the habit of her brown haired friend.

Every single one of Christina's friends knows that you should never bother her when she's sleeping, and you shouldn't let out a loud breath in front of a Christina that didn't have 12 hours of sleep. Let's just say... if you want to stay alive, then you better leave her alone. Leave a 5 meter radius between you and her.

"Yeah well, you are not the one that had to get up at 4 o'clock in the morning to get here at 6 o'clock in the morning to set up everything for the meeting." She said and flipped a lose strand of her hair back, sweat on her forehead, giving her already pink face another shade of red.

Kita smiled nervously, and darted her eyes around the theater. "Nice place, isn't it?" She awkwardly changed the subject.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Kita watched as her eyes narrowed, her lips tightened and the impatient tap that she does with her foot every time she's mad. "Kita Shay, is there something that you're not telling me?"

"Well... Jennifer, the thing is... Mr. Maki cancelled the meeting today, because he had an emergency situation that he needed to take care of today." Kita said quickly, afraid that Jennifer might pounce on her any time and strangle her to death.

Jennifer stayed in the same position for a minute, then her eyes narrowed even more until her eyes became almost like two lines, her lips tight and her eyebrows twitched. "What did you say?"

Kita laughed nervously and took a step back just in case that Jennifer blows up, it's not her fault that he cancelled last minute. She then swallowed and looked at her pissed off friend carefully. "Jen... come on, it's common to have something like this happen, we can just cancel on him the next time, get your revenge then." She suggested cautiously, not wanting to tick off anyone this early in the morning.

Jennifer let out a strangled hiss, the vein on her forehead clearly popping, and then she snapped her eyes open and glared at Kita. Kita just backed away slowly and put her hands in front of her, just in case that Jennifer might try something violent. Then her gaze landed on the boxes on the ground, the top one is open, they're make-up boxes with all the face paints needed for the performers. These are the best make-ups for musical performers because they will stay on for quite a long time and is water-proof, so the sweat won't be a problem.

"You know what?" Kita started and quickly grabbed an armful of those boxes and she gave Jennifer an innocent smile. "I'll help you carry these. You want them in the meeting room, right? I'll see you there!" She said and turned around quickly dashing away before Jennifer could say anything else.

With all these boxes in hand, and the tight skirt that she's wearing.... it's already hard enough, plus her high heels... they're not helping. Running along the hall way aimlessly, she just realized how short she is, the boxes towered over her face, she can't see anything in front of her, and she just hopes that everyone will have enough common sense to leave a path for her.

Suddenly, that familiar clink entered her ears, she's near the elevator. "Hold the elevator, I'm coming!" She shouted over the boxes, thinking that the elevator is going to go up.

Then, everything was like a movie, she felt that she couldn't move any further, and then she noticed the boxes flying up in the air.

'Ah oh.' She thought with alert, but she was too late, the boxes have already fallen onto the ground with loud banging sounds. She watched as the opened box tilted and all the make-up landed on someone's suit jacket.

Suddenly, time stopped. No one said anything; she thought that everyone stopped breathing as well. Her eyes are glued onto the boxes on the ground, afraid to look up at the person, especially if that someone is like Jennifer. Gritting her teeth, she frowned and cursed at her bad luck. Oh well, she has to face her problems.

Rising up her head, she looked up at a tall man towering over her. She blinked and took a couple of steps back, he's... very good looking. However... so much more bigger than her. He looked down at her with a frown on his face, and then he looked down at his suit slowly. Kita gulped and waved her hands in front of her.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know... I was just trying to... I'm so sorry!" She stuttered on aimlessly, not knowing what to say. Under his stare she feels as if she can't say anything right. She glanced at him carefully, is he going to strangle her now? Or is he going to scream at her now?

Surprisingly, he did none of those; he just calmly unbuttoned his suit jacket. Kita's eyes widened at that action, what is he doing? Slowly, he shrugged out of the jacket carefully so no more make-up would end up on his clothing. "It's okay, don't worry about it." He said stiffly.

She's silently thankful for his forgiving attitude, even though he is clearly not happy about this whole incident. Kita sighed and looked up at him with a sincere apologetic look on her face. "I'm so sorry, please... let me wash your jacket, I'll return it to you tomorrow." Kita offered and held out her hands to him.

He looked down at her hands then looked at his jacket draped over his forearm, he shook his head softly. "It's okay, don't mind it."

"No, I insist, please." Kita urged on, she took a step towards him, reaching for his jacket.

"No, it's okay, really." He declined again, this time with a harder tone.

"It's my fault to begin with." Kita said and grabbed onto his jacket, trying to pull it off his arm. He quickly grabbed onto the other end and gave her a weary smile.

"Miss, really it's okay."

"No, it's my fault; I should take the responsibility of my actions, so please allow me to wash your jacket." Kita said and pulled at his jacket again, stretching it out.

"I'll just wash it myself."

"Don't worry, I can...." Suddenly, she jerked back and lost her balance momentarily before regaining it quickly. Red flashed before her eyes as she starred down at the torn jacket in her hands then glanced at the other half in his hands.

Her smile froze on her face as the reality hit her hard, she... ripped his jacket. Starring at the torn jacket, she gulped audibly, her eyes showing fear. Suddenly, the elevator door opened beside them, both of them looked towards the opened doors.

Without a second thought, she shoved the half torn jacket into his arms again and bowed to him deeply. "I'm really sorry about this! Please forgive me!" Kita then turned and ran into the elevator without a second word.

Her finger pressed the 'lobby' button endless times as the doors finally began to close. She looked up in the nick of time to hear someone call the guy 'Mr. Maki', her eyes widened as he turned and greeted the worker. The doors then slid shut in front of her eyes, her reflection greeted her.

He is... Mr. Maki... owner of this casino, the boss that she'll be working with from now on. Suddenly, she feels very cold, but... he seems nice and didn't really mind about his jacket, so he won't say anything to her... probably not. She sighed shakily, hoping that her wish will come true. Then she realized something else, in the midst of everything, she forgot the make-up, she just left them there in the hall way.

Groaning out loud, she banged her head against the elevator wall softly; Jennifer is going to cut her throat. What a way to start a day!

Modeling Agency

"Good morning Miss Yuuga." The secretary said at the door.

Grace smiled and put her bag on her table casually and ran a hand through her hair carelessly, her rainbow hair dancing due to her hand. "Morning, is he in already?" The secretary nodded and put her bag away.

Grace nodded and walked deeper into the place, opening a large double door, she came face to face with an even larger room with a stage in the middle. This is her working space; she's used to the environment around her. Even though most of the room is pretty much a mess with everything that has to do with clothing, the door way feels refreshingly clean.

Spreading open her arms, she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. This is the smell that she's used to, this is where she belongs. Suddenly, a familiar scent evoke her from the peace she just attained, a familiar feeling on her behind made her frown deeply. Snapping open her eyes, she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Yeah, you know, you can stop touching my butt now!" Grace said, annoyed at this kind of behavior... even though she receives it every single day.

"Darling, it's not my fault that you've got a very nice body."

A young man walked past Grace with a slippery smile on his face, his left hand holding a brown paper folder. Flipping his shoulder length hair, he gave her another tempting smile.

"Are you in love with me?" Grace asked tiredly, he has got to be the strangest guy that she's met.

"What do you think honey?"

Grace rolled her eyes and closed the doors behind her, preventing anyone else from seeing anymore unwanted scenes. This is her boss, a world famous designer, but he probably has never been serious for even a moment in his life. If she isn't here for the experience and the job, she would have walked right out after seeing this scene. However, she stuck around, because she saw the true man behind his playful mask. She knows he has a dark secret, he has confirmed her on this. Now... she just wants to find out what the secret is.

"What's that?" Pointing to the brown folder in his hand, she decided to change the subject.

"Oh, this." He glanced down at the folder first before holding it out to her. "It's our new model's profile; I haven't even looked at it yet. You get the first glance, how are you going to thank me?"

Grace raised a questioning eyebrow, even though she knows she shouldn't inquiry, but...

"How about spending a night with me?"

Grace grabbed over the folder and quickly opened it up, she did not see a dangling sheet of paper, instead, she saw a handful of paper. This model must be experienced. Pulling out the first sheet of form, the picture entered her eyes first.

Cute.

That's the first word that entered her mind as she saw the picture. That boyish smile of his must have killed many girls. Looking down, she glanced over his status, 178cm, 66kg, used to be a basketball player.

A former basketball player? That's something new. Blinking, she pulled out the rest of the stuff from the bag. They're all pictures, pictures of his former advertisements. Flipping through them, from suits to casual wears, to sunglasses, to under-garments, to just about most things a male model can do.

"So, what do you think?"

Grace turned her head to see him standing behind her, looking at the pictures in her hands. "John, you've got to stop looking at everything from behind me."

"But, you smell too nice! I can't resist!" John said with a wink, while flipping back his shoulder length hair again, it must be his signature move.

"Whatever! So, when is he coming in?" Grace said putting the pictures back into the folder.

"He's outside waiting for you." John said while looking outside.

"What? Why?"

"You're supposed to take his measurements." John said with a sweet smile.

Grace smiled as well, the smile never reached her eyes as she gave him a menacing look before dashing out of the doors to look for the new model. And she found him easily; he's sitting in the changing room flipping through some magazine. Grace stopped in the doorway and studied him, the pictures don't give him enough credit. He cannot be described without being too exaggerative.

He flipped through another page, his eyebrow raised at something he saw, then out of no where, he looked up and their eyes locked dead on. "Are you enjoying your view?" He asked teasingly with a soft smile.

Grace's eyes widened and she quickly averted her eyes embarrassedly. "I'm sorry, um... my name is Grace Yuuga, and I'm..."

"Here to take my measurements, I know, John told me." He said and stood up, taking off his shirt revealing a black tank top underneath.

Grace blinked at him, the perfect body.

"So?"

"Yeah, oh yeah." Grace nodded quickly, turning around to grab her stuff, she quickly touched her mouth.

Good, there's no drool.

Bank

Samera glared at the man in front of her, looking up the ceiling with a bunch of names coming out of his mouth. "Wait... was it Mary? No... Nat... No, wait... wait... it was Kathleen... no, it was.... Kari? No... Who was it?"

"Mr. Kiyoto, I asked for your password, not your girlfriend's name." Samera said, trying to keep the annoyance out of her tone.

"I know! The thing is... I don't remember whose birthday I used for my password, so...." He shrugged with a helpless look on his face.

Samera felt her eyebrows twitching, looking at the man in front of her; it's so obvious that he's just another one of those players. Closing her eyes, taking in a deep breath, she wanted to say something, but was cut off by him.

"Hey, you're not bad looking... how about I change my password to your birthday? So, what's your birthday, miss?" He asked playfully, leaning on the table while winking at her.

If she hasn't met him in this situation, she'd consider him good looking.

"I'm not interested." She all but shouted those words, while tapping her finger on her desk, wishing that he would just leave already.

"You're mean." Nobunaga Kiyoto said half-heartedly and changed his standing position to lean on the counter again. Looking up, he pulled at his shoulder length hair. "Let's see, who was that girl that I was going out with."

Samera turned her head away and looked at anything else but him, leaving him to mumble to himself about which girlfriend's birthday he used.

"Miss, are you free right now?" A lady from the line up called out, Samera turned to look at her, she had an annoyed face on. Samera raised her eyebrow, she's not the only one that's annoyed.

"Yes I am." She answered with a professional smile.

"Hey, wait! I'm still here!" Kiyoto objected immediately.

"Sir, since you can't seem to remember which girlfriend's birthday you used, maybe you should call and ask them to see which one you dated during that time. As of now, there're other customers that I need to take care of, have a nice day and thank you." She said as politely as she could and turned her attention to the woman that's walking up to her.

"Hey, this is not fair!" Kiyoto raised his voice as the woman took his spot before Samera. "Do you know who I am?"

Samera turned to him with the coldest look possible and shook her head slowly. "Don't know, don't care." She then turned back to the woman again with a smile upon her face. "How may I help you Miss?"

Kiyoto glared at Samera's profile and traveled his eyes down to the name plate on her uniform. Samera Leo, he'll remember her.

He'll definitely remember her. You just wait and see.

Company

Christina walked into the large office with a few bags in hand, the room is still dark and the blinds are all shut. She smiled and walked over to the overly large desk to place one of the bags onto the table and the turned to the blinds. Walking over, she pressed a button and immediately, the room is filled with sunshine. Turning to her right, she looked at a closed door, without a second thought she walked towards it.

Opening the door, giving her a view to the darkened room.

Inside the room, there's only a bed and a bathroom that's further down the room. On the bed, there're two people sleeping, one is clearly a female, the other one, male.

Both are naked.

Walking in casually, as if not even seeing the two bodies on the bed, turned on the light, awakening both slumber bodies. "Good morning, Miss Shinjiotu, I have a change of clothes for you, your father will be in your office at 9 o'clock this morning, you have exactly 46 minutes to get ready and be ready for you father." Christina said as she placed one of the bags beside the female on the bed.

"Thanks Christina, you're such a sweetie." A high pitched voice rang out.

Christina smiled and walked over to the other side of the bed and placed the other bag beside the man with his eyes closed. "Breakfast is ready, President."

With that, she turned and walked out of the room to prepare his breakfast. This is usual every single morning; it's either a woman here or a woman at his house. Being his secretary is like being his mother, all these women she has to deal with can compare with the stars in the night sky.

"I'll be going now Christina, I'll call you later." The woman stepped out of the room, refreshed and dressed. Christina turned and bowed at her.

"Have a nice day."

"You too, and we have to go shopping sometimes." With a wink, the girl is already out of the door.

Shopping.

Christina raised a smile, knowing that if she's not his secretary, she wouldn't even bother looking at her. Because she is his secretary, everyone notices her and sucks up to her, hoping that she'll say a few good words about them in front of him.

"Good morning, my lovely assistant." A playful voice rang out from behind her; she set the chopsticks onto the table and turned around to greet a man that's so much taller than her. With her height, it's already pretty rare to find in Japan, but he towers over her easily.

"Good morning President, your breakfast is ready."

"There's no one here, just call me Akira." He said with a smile and slid into his chair and opened the can of drink.

Akira Sendoh, her boss. The president of the biggest basketball agency in Japan. A womanizer to the boot.

"Don't forget you have 4 meetings today, 1 in the morning, 3 in the afternoon, and a dinner with Miss Kirua." Christina stood beside him as she flipped over her chart, taking down all the important events for today. "Oh, it's Miss Leuf's birthday today, and here is her gift. And that shall conclude the day." Christina said while placing a nicely wrapped present onto his desk then turned to look at Sendoh. "Anything else you'd like to add?"

Sendoh smiled in between his noodles and looked up at her, why does she always have to wear her glasses. "Yeah, I love you."

Christina smiled and nodded softly. "I love you too."

It's their morning ritual, he says this every single morning, and it's in the books that she should return those gestures as well.

"I can promise you'll be my secretary forever." He added on and picked up his cup and coffee.

"More like your mother." Christina said with a soft laugh then turned around. "I'll leave you to finish your breakfast now." Closing the door behind her, she scarcely saw Sendoh wave at her.

Looking up, she sighed and closed her eyes, opening up her eyes again; she walked down the hall to her desk.

It's another normal day, just like any other day.

Building

Catherine slammed the car door shut and looked up at the building in front of her, sighing she rolled her eyes at the thought of the sun above her head. Why can't she drive her car inside the building, that way she doesn't have to walk these few steps and get seen by that evil sun up there? Tilting her head downwards, she balanced all the blue prints in her arms, faintly hearing the sound of basketball dribbling.

She glanced towards her right, there's an arena beside her work place. She heard that all the players that are going to represent Japan are practicing for the games that are coming up.

No wonder it's so noisy.

"Here we go." Catherine said to herself as she prepared to meet her always grumpy boss. Even though Marcus is a world famous designer, but his temper isn't all that world famous.

Taking in a deep breath, getting ready for whatever he's going throw at her... after all, these blue prints were kinda rushed.

"Miss, watch out!" A loud voice boomed through her ears, she blinked and looked to her left side, she saw a man just getting out of his car and looking at her with wide eyes.

"Wha....." She didn't even finish her sentence as she felt something hit her head dead on, with such a force that sent her crashing down onto the ground, the blue prints flying everywhere.

She groaned loudly, the pain is spreading through her head quickly, too quickly for her taste. She feels as if her head is going to split open anytime, who knows, maybe Athena will pop up. However, none of that happened.

What came through to her was her mind first, someone hit her with something. She looked down and saw an orange object, a round orange object. It's a basketball!

"You okay?" A cold voice asked beside her, and the guy from earlier had run up to her already.

Catherine gritted her teeth, her eyes narrowed. Basketball! She hates basketball, ever since school, she has always hated basketball. Feeling as if she's going to blow up, she grabbed the basketball and stood up, ready to scream at whoever chunked it at her.

"You idiot! Why don't you...." She started and looked up at the guy in front of her, suddenly she trailed off and just starred at the guy in front of her. Only one thought ran through her mind.

Hot guy....

TBC....

Thanks for reading, please R&R.