Title: Not so Typical Fangirls
Chapter4: Mission: Retrieve Captivated Sketchpad, Success!
Author: Strawberry
A/N: My turn again, yay! I hope you missed the Mitsui-loving and art-obsessed Fuyuhi :)
Disclaimer: Slam Dunk including all of the bishies in it, is not ours.

"This is it… He better give it back as promised!" I sighed and was about to knock when someone pulled the door open from inside.

"Hey, you're from class 3-7, Fuyuhi Ranko-senpai!" The guy exclaimed.

Who's this guy? I blinked.

"You're probably wondering why I know your name…Why you see, Komamura-sensei needs someone to organize some files and he feels I can be trusted so I have the privilege to come here in the faculty anytime I want," he bragged.

Poor kid; he must've arranged our student files so many times to even remember me out of almost a thousand others… and who in this age calls entering the faculty room a privilege?

"So basically you're Komamura-sensei's…uh…"

"I'm a student helper… Rishio desu, from class 1-9," he finished for me.

Actually, the word on my mind was slave-dog, but I guess helper works too. I simply can't see why that Komamura is addressed as a sensei. That word is for respectable people and respectable is one of the many things that old man isn't.

Before I could even open my mouth to ask where sensei was, he said, "You want proof? Hm, let's see… you're often caught drawing in class, but besides that you're a pretty average student. All is in your permanent record. But senpai, you might want to stop that habit of yours and pay more attention to your studies," he stated matter-of-factly.

Are you my mother? And this kid doesn't know when to stop talking; if I were the principal, I've banned him out of the faculty room ages ago. He's more annoying than those squealing fangirls – ok, maybe they're unbeatable, but with a little more training, he'll definitely be a contender.

"So… is Komamura-sensei inside?" I finally asked.

"Iie… he's attending detention class right now. He's so hardworking, nee Ranko-senpai?"

When I reached the room I didn't bother to knock just to give him the idea that I mean business. I'll do anything for my sketchpad.

"Sensei…"

"Have you reflected on what happened at class today, Fuyuhi-san?"

"Hai…"

He looked at me then adjusted his spectacles.

"Stay here and look after your kouhai."

Yeah Ranko, look after them while your sensei lazes in front of the television!

"Look after them, sensei?"

"Yes. That's your punishment… any objections?"

Hell, yeah! I have one big objection! That's too much for a punishment, you confiscated my sketchpad, threatened to expel me, and now you want me to 'look after my kouhai' in detention class, that's just like sending me to detention class too!

But of course I can't give him a piece of my mind because if you're talking to Komamura-sensei, it's like you're talking to Hitler or something. He's like a dictator; speaking as if he's the law.

"Well, students, I have to go now, since I still have papers to check. But don't worry; your senpai Fuyuhi-san from Class 3-7 will be here to endure detention with you." He laughed maybe at the fact that I'll suffer too or at the thought of watching gay-hentai films because he's home early. Curse that old man!

I took his seat and stared at my sketchpad. The poor thing is worn out. He can't even take care of the things he confiscates! Oh well, at least I got it back in one piece.

Ok, now where was I? I thought, looking at my drawing of Mitsui-kun. "My nose could use a little lift there," I remember him saying. Ah, yes… it needed details.

Yosh! Now that I'm done with Mitsui-kun, I believe it's time to start on Rukawa. I got so used to drawing one person that a new face is taking time to materialize. I kept on erasing the features that I believe were wrong. I should've stared at that boy when I had the chance… Oh well… I do think I'm doing fine for a first work… The hair is good… The nose is quite well too… his lips… and eyes… and…

"Eeeeeeh?!" That's when I recalled that someone was beside me.

"Hey! No fair peeking at my work!" I shouted and saw the other students look at us.

Mind your own business retards!

"Ah, gomen, gomen! I really didn't mean to…I…I…"

"Forget it. Just make sure no one knows about it," I resumed to my work.

To make myself clear, I uttered a small "It's not what you think." Err… I hope I didn't sound defensive in any way.

I glanced at her moving closer to me then she whispered, "Are you drawing sketches of the whole Shohoku team?"

"No, silly," I laughed at her antic. "Don't ask. If I explained, you probably wouldn't be able to get it anyway."

A moment of silence then the oh-so-talkative freshman opened her mouth again. But the words that came out of her mouth were the last words I expected to hear.

"Anou…by any chance…are you drawing…yaoi?"

Oh no! What if this girl's homophobic or worse, a tattler! I'm going to be in such trouble! Wait, don't panic… Ranko, get a grip!

I gathered every inch of courage in my body and murmured, "How…how did you know?"

She smiled.

I'm dead.

"Yappari," she said in a whisper.

Did I hear that correctly? "yappari" that means… I sighed inwardly, that was a close one.

"So… what's your name?" I asked.

"Tejima Kon'ya desu."

"Kon'ya? Doesn't that mean tonight?"

"That's how my parents named me."

Tejima Kon'ya… I guess some good comes out of Komamura-sensei's schemes. I smiled to myself walking out of the campus. Who knew I'd meet someone like that girl. To think that she didn't give any violent reaction (save her first "eeehhh!!?") when she saw me drawing Mitsui-kun and Rukawa-kun together, she must've loved the pairing too (yay for me!).

They would look so cute if they're an official item. What are the chances that they're both bisexuals? Grrr… now I'm (somehow) regretting that I didn't pay attention to our sensei when she was teaching probability.

My mind was then filled with MitsuiXRukawa thoughts when the cause of my fantasies tapped my shoulder. Slightly taken aback, I greeted him with a mere nod.

"Hello? Earth to Fuyuhi Ranko! I must've looked like a lunatic calling out someone and didn't get any response. Are you avoiding me or you're just deaf?"

Great. Sooner or later I'm going to be the Daydream Queen of Shohoku High.

"Err… Gomen, I was lost in thoughts."

"… I see you have your sketchpad back. That's good."

"Yeah… but I had to look after all of my beloved trouble-making kouhai in detention."

"Look at the bright side," he laughed.

"Well... at least Jigoku Sensei left me in charge," I grinned.

Wow, that girl's influence was stronger than I thought.

"Jigoku… Sensei? That's a… unique name. By the way, Suzuki-kun's hosting a party –"

"Hisashi, let's go!" I heard his friends call him.

Perfect timing, really!

"Hai!" he answered back. He placed his hand on my head and lowered his head to my level, "You will come, right… Well, ja' Ran-chan!" then grinned.

Suzuki-kun's party? I don't like parties; they're for those popular… preppy… party girls. I'd rather spend the night with my sketchpad. Wait – Did he say, Ran-chan? No one's called Ran-chan in ages… Mitsui-kun, I'd love to hear you whisper "Kae-chan" in his ear. I see the picture perfectly, he'd flash a smile that'll turn you on even more then you'll just lose yourself and make love with him all night! I laughed at that last thought.

I reached the apartment a quarter past six and lucky me, it seemed like I lost my keys.

What the –! Leaving school, I was so happy and now… Ok Ranko, you just have to remember where you put it.

I reached for my pocket and all I got were pieces of crumpled paper and a few coins. Tried my wallet, none; every pocket/space of my bag – heck, I even emptied it – no avail. Basically, I searched my entire being but no keys. Waiting for a miracle, I sat on the cold cement in front of our house.

I did nothing for the first few minutes but being Fuyuhi Ranko, I got my sketchpad and did what I do best – draw. I flipped it to the next leaf; last one already? And I just bought this last month! Damn, it's my teachers' fault. If they had a less boring subject I wouldn't have been drawing in their classes. I have to get a new one A.S.A.P. I can't possibly imagine life without art. I thought as I sketched a few lines, slowly taking shape.

I believe it took me around forty-five to fifty minutes perfecting the 'put your head on my shoulder while you're sleeping, a thing you love maybe more than me' themed MitsuiXRukawa picture. I stared at my work, and was quite proud of it. Kawaii… I sighed. How can I not love you! You're both so straight-acting. It'll really be so kakkoi if you're together for real. Straight-acting bisexuals are the best! After satisfying myself with all the things I loved and things I wasn't satisfied about my work, I was reminded of a big problem… I'm still outside the house!

"Ranko?" I heard my dad said.

Finally, Kami-sama answered my unspoken prayer. It took you a long time Kami-sama, but I forgive you. I should've spoken that prayer, anyway.

Standing up, I greeted him "Otou-san, okaeri."

"What are you doing outside, and in your uniform too…"

"I, uh… kind of… lost my keys."

"Well, why didn't you use the spare ones?"

Then I remembered that otou-san leaves an extra house key hidden beneath the welcome sign above the door.

"I forgot."

Note to self – a must-remember – next time trouble comes, refrain self from drawing.

My dad will go berserk if he finds out I'm getting interested in GuyXGuy romance. Not to mention, he'll be guilty of not raising me well. So guilty that he'll think of sending oba-sama here in Kanagawa or me to okaa-san in Tokyo.

Okaa-san, I've forgotten how it was to have an okaa-san. She's so busy with work that the last photograph she sent was five years ago. Maybe she's forgotten how it was to have a daughter too.

That's why I hate Tokyo… I hate alcohol… and I hate bars.

Seventeen years ago, at a bar in Tokyo… they met. They were both trying to forget their problems through alcohol. Otou-san's wife was cheating on him and okaa-san's a jilted bride. To cut the story short, nine months later Ranko was born.

My mom didn't want commitments so I was raised here in Kanagawa, my dad's workplace.

Now, okaa-san is happy with her family in Tokyo. The groom who left her came back after five years, when she's successful and well-off.

Otou-san got divorced with his "wife" and I became his world.

When I was in grade school, we had an educational trip in Tokyo. As fate would decree, it was at the company where my mom worked. She gave us a lecture about their products and how they make them, stuff we need to know for the trip but she forgot to give me a hug or even a small wave.

My past is so bitter that I prefer the taste of obaa-sama's herbal medicines.

Those awful thoughts stopped when I heard a whistle-like sound. The water was already boiling when I only needed it hot; I got up and prepared my glass of hot, err boiling milk. Yes, milk at my age! Hey, I'm a five foot flat seventeen year old girl with hopes of turning 18 a few inches taller. I need all the calcium I can get.

I opened my eyes and looked at the clock and it read 6:28am. And to think it's a Saturday! I got up, fixed my bed, and went to the washroom. While I was brushing my teeth, I went near the window to get a better view of the dawn. Then I saw some teenager (well, he looked like a teenager from my POV) on a bike, I imagined it was Rukawa-kun. If I were running this story I'd make him look straight ahead; when he dismounts his bike he'll smile at the person who's, obviously, waiting for him – Mitsui-kun.

My thoughts wouldn't have stopped there if I didn't hear the goddamn telephone ringing. I didn't want to disturb otou-san's sleep so I hurriedly answered the phone.

"Hai? Fuyuhi desu…"

TBC…

A/N: How was it? I said I'll keep a comedic plot but I don't want my OC to have a typical family. Typical is boring, nee minna-san? Reviews appreciated. I think Chapter 5 will be done by Lemon and Comet. I think. (Ganbatte Lemon and Comet!)
A little note on the slow pacing... Well, this is still an OC POV fic... so it's still about them. And there are three OCs... please bear with us. But I have a plan on my next chapter that will be loved (I hope) by MitsuiXRukawa fans. Thanks for the positive feedback guys - they're great inspiration!

Signed: Strawberry