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 three:
Friday night: The favorite night of every young person who is sane. The night breeze blew over the city. No, make that an icy, chilly breeze. People at this certain city, called Edo before, later called Tokyo, shuddered at the unfavorable weather. However, there are really some people that go ignorant and apathetic every time they are enjoying, and you can add Akira and his friends to the list of the ignorant and the apathetic.
The café closed thirty minutes after the businessmen's meeting ended. However, Kenji noticed, that Akira stayed at the counter or anywhere near the table, not tearing his eyes away from the graceful person near Maki.
Who is that person? There is something really familiar with the way that person looks and dresses himself up. It feels like the person transported himself from the past and reappeared right in front of them.
He knows, he had seen this person before. Maybe a classmate of his. Maybe a classmate of Maki. Maybe a past lover of Maki...
Kenji frowned. He does not know why, but this afternoon... He can't help but feel jealous and all green with envy. Why?
'Stupid Kenji' he thought. 'Why are you asking yourself why you're jealous? One look at that guy and another look at yourself and one can already say that you are inferior to him!' He can hear his subconscious mind tell him.
Kenji frowned more as he stopped playing with the straw of his wine. He took the straw away and gulped the red wine: all in one gulp.
"Hey, Fujima-san! Take it easy! Don't worry, Maki will not leave you." Akira joked, but little did he know that he just gave consolation to his business partner- just what Fujima needed.
Fujima smiled. "Hey, Akira, one more wine!"
Kenji was followed with a monkey, whose face, because of all the beer he drank, is as red as his hair. "Porcupine! Three more bottles of beer!"
Akira stood up, almost causing his chair to tumble down. "One more bottle of red wine and three more bottles of beer coming up!"
As soon as Akira disappeared to the kitchen, Kiyota started a serious conversation that the group prefers to hide from Akira. "Guys... I have a serious question."
Hanamichi waved his hand casually as he tried to shut his boyfriend up. "We're here to have fun, Kiyota, not be serious."
Mitsui raised his eye brows. "Kiyota, who are you kidding anyway? Kiyota Nobunaga can never be serious!"
Kiyota glared at Mitsui. "Just listen to me before you comment and before Akira comes back."
As soon as he is sure that he caught the attention, the whole and unbroken attention, of his friends, he continued his question, which made Maki Shin-ichi go pale.
"What if Rukawa Kaede is actually alive, and will suddenly show up here in Tokyo, Japan?"
Everyone in the table went onion pale, except Maki who went dead pale.
"Why are you asking this to us, Kiyota?" Kogure asked, his eyes strained, trying to figure out why Kiyota would ask such a serious question.
"Did you, by chance, see the Ice prince here in Tokyo?" Mitsui asked the monkey. Kiyota shrugged as he stared straight at Mitsui's eyes. "No, not sure, but someone like him."
"You said no yourself, Kiyota. Let's stop this." Maki bit his lower lip. This is not a nice situation to be in, wherein your friends are wondering what on earth is going on while you are holding the key to the "ultimate" knowledge.
"No, Shin-ichi, I think it's time we discuss about him already. Akira is alone and lost for eight long years and I think he holds the key for everything weird that's going on here." Kenji told in a firm voice.
Hanamichi pouts as he took a sip at Maki's cup. "What if kitsune is alive and kicking, and is here in Japan right now, just around 1 kilometer around us?"
Jin sighed as he placed his head on his palm. "Besides, we don't have proof that he's dead..."
Maki can't help but get paler and more tensed as he listens at the conversation.
Koshino stood up from his seat and announced in an angry voice. "If that moron is alive, I swear, I'm going to strangle him to death for leaving Akira alone in the time Akira needed him most!"
Now, the group was too busy with their discussion to notice that Akira is already listening to them.
0o0o0
Akira hummed as he took out a red wine from the wine counter and three beers from the refrigerator. He can still hear his friends' laughter at the background. However, as he closed the refrigerator, the laughter and the jokes died down, and it suddenly became silent.
He hurried to get the needed beverages and went near the counter so he can see and hear his friends' discussion.
"No, Shin-ichi, I think it's time we discuss about him already. Akira is alone and lost for eight long years and I think he holds the key for everything weird that's going on here."
"What if kitsune is alive and kicking, and is actually here in Japan right now, just around 1 kilometer around us?"
"Besides, we don't have proof that he's dead..."
"If that moron is alive, I swear, I'm going to strangle him to death for leaving Akira alone in the time Akira needed him most!"
Akira heard enough. He knows, and he is sure, that his friends are hiding something, or someone, from him.
"Hey! What's this I hear?" He asked in a serious tone. His friends are now not in control of the situation.
0o0o0
Dennis sighed as he laid down in his bed. He learned the first lesson since he arrived in Japan: never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever go to establishments that you might be able to meet "them".
He stared at the room's ceiling. It is still elegant, but... there seems to be a faint clue that this room was not occupied by anyone in the past years...
What is it?
He can not answer at all.
Maybe the aura of the room, he can never tell... Because his heart is already dull, sullen and unfeeling...
And this certain heart was never awoken, except now, now that it has seen his soul mate...
The heart that was really meant and created for it.
Cedric pushed the thought away. It's too romantic for his own sanity and good. He sighed as he shifted to his right so he can sleep better, but, he felt like there was something beneath the sheets.
He got up and lifted the bed's sheets. There was nothing there. He arranged the silk cloth back to its original position. However, when he lied down again, it was still there.
Irritated, he got up and threw his blanket on the floor. He threw the bed sheets on the floor. The dark blue silk blanket is covered by the white silk bed sheet on the cold marble floor, and its owner does not give a frigging damn on how hard it is to wash these two pieces of cloth.
Not seeing anything, Cedric turned the bed over: just to see an old picture frame a picture frame which he was supposed to get rid of. The picture is a picture which he should have burned eight years before...
This is the picture of him and Akira. They are at the carnival with him, the greatest leader Cedric Dennis Errol AKA Phoenix, smiling...
Can he still smile...? Can he still laugh? Can he still, at least, feel? Of course he can, he can feel sadness and anger all over him!
STOP!!!
Annoyed as ever, he threw the picture frame away, its glass broken into small pieces... glittering in the dark...
With tears at bay, he stomped his way out of the room. His thoughts had gone wild, and he is in no condition to sort them out. He got his overcoat and old hat. It uncovered a mirror in his door.
He glared at his reflection. He can see his eyes: so angry with being so vulnerable. Without thinking of the consequences of his actions, he punched the mirror.
His reflection broke into small pieces.
"I hate you for being so damn stupid."
Stepping on the remains of the once elegant mirror, he crushed one of the small shards of glass.
After ten seconds or what, it was just then that he noticed the blood flowing from his knuckles. He cursed as he saw the blood. His officemates will not like this at all.
They will say again that he is acting un-professional... etc. It's not like he cared, but he will definitely lose some of their respect.
He went to his comfort room to fix the mess of his hands.
0o0o0
Keiko stood up from her seat as she heard a small object break into pieces from her master's bedroom. She stayed put first. Her master is not in good mood these days. Its as if he is thinking of something very important and complicated that it has to occupy his mind all the time.
Frankly, whatever or whoever is occupying his master's mind, she truly wishes that it was her. His master is not like this.
However, Keiko was pushed out of her dilly-dallying when she heard glass crash and break into pieces. It was as if something big and made of glass was shattered into pieces. What is in her master's room that is big and made of glass...?
Oh no...
With great worry and sympathy on her face, she rushed to Cedric's room.
0o0o0
The café suddenly became silent as they stared at their unseen listener. Akira's eyes are seething with anger: he just can't believe that his friends know something about his past and a certain person all this time!
Maki paled more. The situation is getting more and more complicated than how he had expected. He wonders what will happen when his master finds out about what is happening. He'll probably order the whole Triad to kill all his friends...
Maybe not... Who knows? His master is too unpredictable for his own sake.
Akira glared at his friends. This is just too unbelievable! God knows what will happen if he finds out that they are the ones who tried to kill him!
"Answer me! What?" His eyes are now full of hatred. His friends... his most trusted friends, they lied to him?
Why?
"Answer me, God it! Who the is he?"
No one inhaled at the moment. It was as if an inactive volcano had just erupted. In fact, that was what had happened. The person who they least expected to explode had just exploded.
Kenji cleared his throat, gaining the attention of everyone. "Akira... We want to tell it to you, but..."
If looks could kill, then everyone in the café is dead. But can you blame someone whose whole life (or at least the whole for him, since he can not remember the other parts) he thought that his friends had been the most honest people in the world when he just found out that his friends have part of the key to his forgotten past and had been hiding it from him?
"What?! God it, Fujima-san, you knew it all along!"
"Yes, we knew it all along, Sendoh-san. But, the truth, it hurts..." Kogure murmured as he fidgeted with his fingers. His eyeglasses are covered with moist, hiding his eyes, as he tried to think on how to tell Sendoh everything they knew without leaving him in a trauma or what.
Sendoh is still angry. "Yes, Kogure-san, it hurts to know that you guys know everything yet did not tell me anything!!!"
For once, the young people forgot how dizzy and drunk they were as they focused on their problem.
Hanamichi had enough of this.
"God you, Akira! Do you seriously think that we are not affected with this at all? Do you think we were not surprised when you appeared in the head lines, found in the middle of Black Hand corpses? Do you think we were not affected when we hunted down for your boyfriend just to find out he is actually not the person who we thought he is? Do you think we were not affected when he just disappeared right after your big accident?"
Sakuragi said all that he needed.
Akira felt intense pain right after Sakuragi finished his mini-speech. He gripped tightly at the table cloth of the café as his vision blurred. Although he wanted to fight back, sleep and darkness soon reclaimed him.
0o0o0
Cedric stared at his right hand and the mess that he made out of it. It now looks like it was made with bandage. After how many years of staying and making a living with danger, how can he forget how to treat a badly wounded hand?
It is badly wrapped, all thanks and praises to Cedric Dennis Errol, the greatest hand wrapper in the world. It looks like being the leader –and almost not doing anything- had spoilt his skills, especially one of the simplest ones.
He stared at his hand again. It looks awful, but he can not unwrap it again. His hand will bleed profusely again.
He looked around the CR. It looks like a hotel CR, only better equipped with technological stuffs. What can he use?
Just as if to answer him, he caught sight of a pair of black gloves.
He reached for it. 'How did gloves end up here?' he asked himself mentally. Nevertheless, he did not give a damn and arranged the gloves to his hands.
Stepping out of his CR, he saw Keiko in his room, arranging his mess. "Master, are you alright?" Keiko asked, concerned. Cedric glared at the maid: she never fails to irritate the hell out of him. She always acts like the world will collapse if he will get a wound. Or even a stupid scratch. Whatever. Why him? Why not that cute guard, Ichiro? Sighing to himself, Kaede went out of the room, untouched.
Keiko can't help but let the tear drops fall. Her master does not care about her when her whole world will stop rotating when he gets a scratch.
How pathetic of her...
But she can't help it.
She loves Cedric Dennis Errol.
0o0o0
The first things he saw was eleven bottles of beer. He blinked again. Nothing changed. What on earth is he doing in this place, surrounded by empty bottles of beer?
A red mug covered with red rug soon appeared in his view.
"Hi, Mr. Red Mug with a red rug!" He greeted politely with a mini smile, although he was pretty clueless on what is happening. Since when did red mugs covered with red rugs move?
"What did you say, you stupid porcupine?"
Oops.
And the red mug with the red rug punched Akira. Akira is back, once again, on the dreamland he had just came from minutes, or seconds, ago.
0o0o0
"Why did you do that, Hanamichi?" Kenji asked as he approached the boy lying on the table. There are butterflies around his head circling it. Kenji can't help but giggle.
"Hmp, who is he to call the genius a red mug?"
"Well, Sakuragi, you do look like a red mug!"
Soon, there were already two men sprawled on two tables: Sendoh Akira and Kiyota Nobunaga.
Mitsui laughed out loud. "Why are you all red, anyway? You do look like a red mug with a red rug!" Sakuragi glared at the man drinking vodka.
"One more word from you and you will be one of these guys, Mit-chan!"
"Stop calling me with that name!"
"Mit-chan! Mit-chan! Mit-chan! Mit-chan! Mit-chan! Mit-chan! Mit-chan! Mit-chan! Mit-chan! Mit-chan! Mit-chan! Mit-chan! Mit-chan! Mit-chan! Mit-chan! Mit-chan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The night is cold and it is snowing outside. The winds sound like they are howling. Yet, the city is still busy- too busy to grieve for the death of two useless animals, namely a rat and a monkey.
But can they help it?
No.
Because it is not yet their time to die.
Too bad.
There could have been two less idiots in the world.
0o0o0
Kaede stared at the sky. There was nothing but snow, snow, snow. He is already starting to hate the snow.
The city is too noisy. Even if it is already two days before Christmas- oh wait, it's just one more day-, people just won't stop working. Why?
They are too workaholic for their own good.
And the workaholic spoke.
He did not give a damn to those people around him. What he cared about was how things are in Kanagawa again.
He fished to in his pockets for his wallets. Getting the needed amount of money, he headed for the train station.
0o0o0
Akira opened his eyes once more.
"Hi, Akira. Are you alright?"
Akira nodded. He stood up, and went to the kitchen.
"Akira? Where are you going?"
He sighed. "Somewhere, Fujima-san. I need to clear out my head first."
A few minutes later, Akira went out of the kitchen. He is wearing an overcoat and holding a wallet at his right hand.
"Are you alright, Akira? You better rest first..."
Akira smiled weakly as he opened the door of the café. "I want to clear things out, Kenji. Maybe if I will go to the Kanagawa district for a while, I may be able to remember some things..."
Kenji nodded. "OK, we will just close the store later."
Akira nodded.
0o0o0
Kaede walked around the district. Stupid of him to take the train, it was just a station away. It's not like he cared about the money: he had billions of money, thank you to the Triad, but he should've just walked.
Exercise and memories...
He walked around the district. A lot of things were changed. The mall where he used to eat dinner alone when he wants to, it was already renovated. His favorite Italian restaurant is already bigger, and has a lot of other varieties than how it used to do before.
He missed it.
"I might try the food again." He murmured. He stepped in the restaurant.
0o0o0
The place is full of people: It's near Christmas after all. Most are rushing their gifts, some are eating. There are families: fighting parents, children with tantrums, babies crying their lungs out, and even teen-agers who can not agree on where to go- to the arcade or to the internet café? Shopping or eating?
And, for once, he is going out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He just isn't used to people anymore.
Cedric rushed out of the mall.
After a three minute marathon of running for the sake of his eardrums and his sanity, he sighed.
Out of hell on Earth, at last.
He firmly promised to himself that he will never ever go to that freaking place- never ever in his stay at Shohoku.
Enough of the mall...
Leaving the "hell on Earth", he headed down his old school, and maybe, the basketball courts where he used to play at before he went out of the country...
0o0o0
Akira set foot on Shohoku, Kanagawa. This place is where he used to live. After he graduated from high school, his mother allowed him to go to Tokyo, for better experience and better education.
Maybe a visit to his mom might help. Besides, his mom had never told him anything about a "special some one". Maybe now she will...
He walked straight the pathway to his home. It was silent: almost nobody is at sight. They must be at the malls or at their works. Either way, all of them are busy. Some lucky guys might have been able to go to vacation somewhere.
But not him or his mother. They will work their asses off, not like some rich people. After his father died, they were not able to get his big fortune because his father used another name for his account. What was the name again? He can't remember...
Since then, he and his mother had to work hard. It is one factor why he gave up basketball. There were a lot of factors, but he would not like to think about it.
It only brings bad memories.
Speaking of memories...
He wants them back. Now.
He is not in peace. That is obvious. Who is that guy? Why is he so damn familiar?
Why?
Akira kicked a pebble. It hit the lamp post, then bounced to another rock, and rolled all the way down the path way.
"This is not my day."
Are you sure, Akira?
0o0o0
"All of them are gone." He told himself as he walked up the path way. All the basket ball courts where he used to play were gone. No, that statement was wrong. All the basketball courts where they used to play were gone.
They are either a children's playground now, or already too old and covered with moss to play at.
After a few steps, he reached the last basketball court he knew.
It is still intact. The paints in the floor is still fresh. It looks like it had been renovated.
There was a ball that was left behind. Cedric shrugged. He missed playing basketball.
Picking up the ball, he started dribbling. After a few seconds with speed increasing, he suddenly ducked down, as if avoiding someone, and dribbled the ball to the basket.
Upon reaching the basket, he jumped, and executed a graceful dunk- a dunk most graceful than the dunks that he had ever done when he was still a teen-ager.
Little did he know that someone was watching him...
0o0o0
Akira was about to turn to the street where his mother lives when he heard a basket ball dribbling. For more than five years, there was virtually no one that played there. Well, he heard from his mom that his favorite basketball court had been renovated by the village government three weeks before.
Giving a sigh, he did not turn.
Even if he does not play basketball already, he had always loved to challenge players. It's exciting.
When he reached the basket ball court, his eyes almost popped out.
The guy is here.
0o0o0
Cedric landed softly at the floor as he ended the dunk. Imagine his surprise when he heard someone clapping.
He was about to bash that person for being so damn annoying when he saw who that person is.
The person is who he would not like to meet after a hundred years. Akira Sendoh.
"You play so good. Mind a one-on-one?"
Cedric paled. There was his past lover in front of him, not knowing who he is, yet challenging him.
So like the Akira Sendoh he knew...
"Akira...?"
0o0o0
Akira wondered how the hell that graceful player knew his name. He could feel a slight head-ache, but he did not make that an excuse to himself for not playing with that very talented player in front of him. Besides, a player like him is one in a million. Hell, he might be able to match up against Maki and Kenji too!
"So, a one-on-one?"
Cedric nodded.
0o0o0
A/N:
Hehehehe! Updated after a hundred years! God knows how much I have to make myself insane just so I can update this fanfic! Oh, well, there is no point telling a stupid excuse.
Frankly, I almost lost my drive on writing and continuing my fanfics. Well, I did say almost, right?
to blufox: I tried to e-mail you with the account you have displayed here in , but it said yahoo said that there was no such account. Mind giving your new address? Just look at my e-mail ad at my account here in
But so you guys know, I'm updating most of my fanfics this month. However, I might find it hard to continue CACO (cults and crime orgs.). I have to find the drive that drove me to write before. Like I said, I almost lost my drive to write fanfics. I got too addicted with finding free games at the internet...
Hehehehe... Wait for the next update!
