Disclaimer: as we all know, Slam Dunk characters are the property of Takehiko Inoue. And I'm not him.

Possession

Rukawa was overcome by exhilaration, intoxicated with joy and satisfaction and other such emotions he never thought he was capable of experiencing, let alone all of them at once.

Mitsui, on whom he had had a crush for several months, had accepted his love confession. They happened to be on the school's rooftop during recess that time, only the two of them, and the younger boy had seized the opportunity to let the other one know about his feelings, after having dreamt about it ever since they had met. And, just like in his dreams, after his confession Mitsui had kissed him on the lips, cupping his face with both hands, rubbing his body sensually against Rukawa's. At that point, the younger boy had felt the happiest person on earth.

But soon that feeling vanished, and Rukawa realized that not everything would be like in his dreams, not when Hisashi Mitsui was involved. Because he had fallen in love with the whore of Shohoku High, and, now that they were together, he had to put up with all that that implied.

The biggest issue for Rukawa was probably having to ignore certain things. The hickeys, first of all. The perfumes in the other boy's shirts. The tons of SMS that his Sempai received and that he was always answering, even when the two of them were in the middle of a date. Yes, Rukawa had a lot of ignoring to do if he wanted their relationship to prosper.

It should have been quite easy for him to ignore all those things, though. At least, that's what most people might have thought, given the cool attitude Rukawa always had, giving the impression that he didn't really care about anything, that nothing ever affected him. But this wasn't true, at least not when the matter regarded Mitsui. No, he couldn't be further from being cool with it. In fact, he was dying inside, his jealousy consuming him slowly, like a piece of wood thrown into the flames. The flames of love. The flames that were Hisashi Mitsui.

So it wasn't long until Rukawa came to realize he couldn't go on like this. He had become accustomed to suffering, to the pain of seeing his loved one making out with other people and rubbing himself against bodies other than his own. The pain of catching him fondling girls behind the school gym during recess, of seeing him sneaking off after the basketball matches with this or that player, of wondering what the other boy might be doing on the evenings they didn't see each other. Rukawa's heart couldn't take such pain for much longer.

But what was he to do? Not many options were available to him. He knew he could never change Mitsui's behavior, since it was just how the older boy was made. So that was out of the question.

Basically, Rukawa had two possibilities: either stay with Mitsui, put up with it all, enjoy the other boy's company and continue to bear the hurt, or end everything with him and endure the pain until he could move on. Such a dilemma.

Although, come to think of it, it was rather simple. Because, in Rukawa's head, his adolescent brain told him that he could never be able to get over Mitsui. So he would just have to be less self-centered and let his Sempai be.

After all, Hisashi Mitsui was so amazing that he couldn't be just Rukawa's. He had to be everybody's.

- END -

A/N: The last two lines are an adaptation from part of a song by an Argentinean band (Babasónicos) titled "Putita" ("Little Whore"). In case you are interested, the original lines are: "Sos tan espectacular / que no podés ser mía nada más, / tenés que ser de todos." The story is not based on the whole song, though, just those three lines, so I wouldn't call it a based-on-a-song-fic.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading this. It is my first fic (!), and it's been years since I last wrote anything in English, so reviews will be very much appreciated :)