Warning/s: Not Mine. SenRu. Typos. Grammars. No Beta-Reader.
CHAPTER 18- When in Osaka
There is a loud, slow, steady ticking sound coming from the desk clock that is beside the bed, which slowly fades as you walk away, replaced by the one or two creaking floorboards. The consuming white noise of the heater, creates a safe, alone shell. The soft sounds of trees giving in to the snow on their extremities of the outside world leak in, reminding you that outside the door and windows, there is something else. Winter. In the winter everything changes, and the room goes from cold to warm, and rigid to relaxed and disorderly as the room heats up, the doors never open as the outside freezes and the inside burns, its too cold outside to open the doors and a cooler winter is an amazing fantasy. Even the bed seems to need layers else it freezes. The often rainwater stays on the windows and crystallises into amazing things and shapes. The bed gives way as you sit and the softness is engulfing. The various pieces of furniture around the room all have a strong, smooth feeling as if they were to slip into the floor. Mamoru sat on one edge of the bed as he started unpacking some of his things. He started unfolding his clothes and is readying them to be placed inside the cabinet.
Mamoru stopped when he saw a certain piece of paper bag he bought in New York. It was a gift for his son. He honestly doesn't know if he would like it—well, he has been religiously sending gifts to him every year, wanting him to know that despite the distance, he never forgets. While it's true as well that whenever he would asked Chiyo if there is anything Kaede wants, the boy simply refuses to say anything; so he just assumed everything that he buys is probably what his son needs. He continued unpacking some other things as well and stop when he came upon another small package—this time its actually for the old lady. He smiled, he knew his mother-in-law would love it; Chiyo has always been the appreciative type—just like Emi. He felt another pang of nostalgia but quickly shrugged it off.
Mamoru heaved a small sigh and adjusted his clear-framed glasses. He stood and straightened up a bit before deciding to leave the room for a bit-with Chiyo's gift on one hand. He caught glimpse of himself on the mirror nearby and saw that he must have been so busy that he almost forgot to shave—a few stubbles under his chin and on his upper lip is starting to show. Mamoru also took noticed that he must have lost a few kilograms since the past few months have been really hectic with him. Being a finance analyst in a big corporation is no joke since it requires him to be always on point. Preparing reports and presentations at times is apparently for those who inhales and breathes papers for oxygen.
He exited his room quietly and proceeded outside, he was about to knock into Chiyo's room but noticed that there was someone probably in the kitchen, so he went there. He was surprised to see the older lady in the kitchen, seemingly trying to cook something in the wee hours of the evening. Mamoru sighed and walked up.
"Chiyo no haha, what are you doing?" He asked in his deep yet collected voice. He did sounded a bit like probably his son Kaede but a lot deeper. The old lady simply smiled and went on with her cutting. "Oh, don't mind me Mamoru, I'm just making something for Kaede's arrival tomorrow." Mamoru sat on one stool on the kitchen table and placed the paper bag atop. Chiyo momentarily looked at it and slightly wondered. Mamoru smiled wistfully and spoke. "Merry Christmas, mother." Chiyo paused in her actions and placed the kitchen knife down. She smiled and received the gift graciously; she bowed. Mamoru remained smiling nonetheless-but he bowed as well.
"Oh Mamoru, you didn't have to." She paused. "Its enough that you are here." The man simply shrugged and said nothing. "What are you making anyway, mother?" Mamoru suddenly queried, slightly fidgeting on his seat. Chiyo's eyes went cheery and she smiled. "Miso soup with mussels." Mamoru simply acknowledged by nodding curtly. A moment of silence passed them by. Chiyo was the only one apparently making a few noises on the chopping board, as she stirs and busied herself with putting a few herbs and spices on the broth. A few minutes more and the air was suddenly being filled by an aroma that could send anyone feeling famished. Even Mamoru, himself, took notice that he was staring at how the old lady carefully stir the broth.
"Kaede is fond of soup and sautéed dishes. In the morning when he's in a rush, he would just grab a cup of instant ramen in the cabinet and leave." A pause. She stopped stirring for a while and allowed the broth to boil further—later she would simmer it down. She turned around and faced the black-haired man with glasses. "Do you know what year he is now?" Chiyo asked with a smile. Mamoru nodded-these are small information that is not supposed to be forgotten. "Ichi-nen me." Chiyo smiled. Mamoru furrowed his brows a little and added further. "Shohoku High?" Chiyo nodded and smiled again. She turned back once the broth is boiling already and turned off the stove to let it simmer for a while.
"Do you want to eat?" Chiyo asked good-naturedly. For some reason, Mamoru found himself nodding affirmatively.
The two spent the next thirty minutes talking about random things, but most especially—its all about his son and the various things and events that is relevant; Chiyo patiently tried to narrate it to Mamoru who was busy seeping onto the sumptuous soup the old lady has made. Mamoru would occasionally nod, smile, and sometimes chuckle when Chiyo says something about she remembered the young Kaede Rukawa would say.
"He said that?" Mamoru asked, eyes a bit blinking in sheer surprised and amusement. Chiyo softly chuckled and nodded. "Yes, that was when he was only five years old." She paused, eyes suddenly looking at her own cup of tea. "Chiyo-obaachan, I wanted to become a street sweeper." Then Chiyo found herself chuckling, her shoulders shaking a bit as she reminisce those fond memories of her younger self and little Rukawa Kaede. Mamoru snorted softly, but his eyes were soft. Such innocence in the words of his son. Mamoru knew, he missed those precious moments, and he could only regret, for it could never happen again because time is constantly flying, and never to return.
"He would always see me sweeping in front, and he would help…" She paused and sipped on her cup of tea. "And he sees most of our neighbours doing the same, so probably he thought of it as an adult job." They both laughed at this. Mamoru's eyes turning cheery as he stared longingly at his own cup of tea. The old lady sighed. "He was like that until he was seven or eight." A pause. "Do you still remember when he would send those letters to you?"
Mamoru nodded. "I have all of them back there." He paused for a bit. "He used to write me on what he wants for his birthday and Christmas…" A pause. "I think I was able to give him those toys except maybe for one though…" By this time, Mamoru found himself smiling a bit as Chiyo chuckled softly in return. "Oh I remember that, you know how kids think."
"An elephant for a pet is something impossible mother, and you know that…" A pause. Then they both laugh.
"Kaede just came back then from a school field trip—he probably saw it when they came back from the zoo."
"I know… when I got his letter, it… blew my mind." Mamoru's eyes were full of wistful memories. The years that has gone by him were never to return. How he wished he had the power to turn back time and grab a hold of those years. It is true then when they say that the greatest gift you can give someone is your time, because when you give your time, you are giving a portion of your life that you can never get back.
"Now he has basketball." Mamoru added softly, sipping onto his cup. Chiyo simply smiled. "He started liking the sport when he was about nine I think. From then on, his world has been pre-occupied with the orange ball." Kaede's father simply said nothing as he waited for Chiyo to continue further, keen on knowing if the older woman still has something to say. The old lady yawned. Mamoru sighed softly and looked at his watch. "Mother, aren't you tired yet?" Chiyo nodded and softly rub one of her eyes and sighed. "Mou, maybe we should call it a night. Especially you, Mamoru, I'm sure you are pretty tired as well."
Mamoru shook his head. "A bit, but I'm good. I have… slept in the plane for most times." From this on, he heard the older woman laughed softly. Mamoru was confused. "Like father, like son." A pause. "Kaede is such a sleeper. After playing ball, during weekends, he would come home, take a bath and soon after is sprawled there on the couch."
Mamoru found his lips tugging up slowly. "Mother…"
"Hmmm?"
"I know I haven't been less much of a father to Kaede…" Silence took over. Mamoru heaved a sigh as he stared longingly at nothing in particular; eyes glistening with sadness that came from regrets and sorrows. His voice was deep but clear—just like when he choose to say what he is feeling at the very moment, as old lady Chiyo could only listen.
"This guilt is burdening me…and I feel ashamed of myself. I know he needs my presence more than these presents. He lost his mother and I know I should have been there. But instead, I tried to escape from reality and left him. Afraid that I wouldn't be the person whom he could looked up to, and so this shame and guilt…" He paused as he suddenly felt his throat tightening.
"A father is supposed to be a man who expects his son to be as good as a man he is meant to be, but I on the other hand, I felt like I did nothing. I remember my father, Chiyo no haha… he will always say that it is not what you do for your children, but what you have taught them to do for themselves, that will make them successful human beings…" He paused and swallowed involuntarily. "Apparently I don't think I was able to do something…"
And Mamoru was cut when the old lady placed his wrinkled hand atop Mamoru's right. "Mamoru, stop being hard on yourself. The difference between shame and guilt is the difference between I am bad and I did something bad." She paused for a while and squeezed his hand. "No amount of guilt can change the past and no amount of worrying can change the future." Silence.
"I'm sure Emi thinks otherwise, I'm sure she is proud of you for trying to be there despite the distance. While it may be true that Kaede might actually need your being there, I am not blind not to see the fact that you are calling me every time and asking whether Kaede is doing okay. You also have been financially supportive to him—to both of us, and Kaede knows that. You had lapses, true, we commit mistakes in our lives and sometimes we learn from it, but what's important is that we learn."
"Mamoru, being a parent means loving your children more than you've ever loved yourself and I know… you loved Kaede more than anything else." She smiled, amidst her almost teary-eyes. Mamoru was speechless for a while, he was loss for words—he could only gulp involuntarily but his eyes tells Chiyo otherwise. His eyes held a thousand emotions on it, but one of which is very much alive: gratitude. And Mamoru for some reason, somehow felt relieved. He can't wait to see his son tomorrow when he comes back, and for a father who longs, the first thing he wanted to do is hug him.
A minute and thirty seconds more into the game. The scores were 70-72, in favour of the two blue-eyed Aces. Sendoh was still a bit in awe with his conversation with Rukawa awhile back. Did the rookie really mean that? You could tell me after the game. Seriously? For some reason, Sendoh thought he felt his chest skipped a beat and was now sort of contemplating what to do after. He shook his head for a second before deciding to fully focus his attention on the impending game. He probably had to remind himself that he needs to concentrate first before anything else. Sendoh smiled his usual when he looked to his right to see Koshino and the others cheering him on. He felt appreciation for his teammates. And in that moment, Sendoh actually thought that he is indeed lucky enough to have a great team and an even greater bunch of friends who are supportive and who does believes in him.
Sendoh nodded and walked towards the centre of the court—determined now ever to end the game and win it. He could almost smile wryly to himself when he remembered joking to Rukawa about his birthday. The guy simply ignored him. He was surprised to know that Rukawa's birthday falls on New Year's Day. For some reason, he found himself gasping a bit. Thing is, he suddenly wanted to give something to Rukawa—like a gift or some sort. Since its Christmas anyway and well…
'Since I'm in love with you, I don't see any reason as to why I shouldn't give you something…' Sendoh almost chuckled at his own thoughts. If Coach Taoka is here and has the ability to read minds, he swear, he would have been deaf because of all the berates he is going to get from their hot-tempered coach. Sendoh also remembered his brother, Akito. Sendoh found himself putting his palm on his forehead and clacking his tongue—its already Christmas in a few days and he still hasn't finished buying a few gifts—and that includes buying something special to Rukawa as well.
'Make that extra special, I guess…'
Sendoh wondered as to what he would give to the indifferent guy. 'It seems to me that he has everything already.' Judging from what he wears and what he has, Sendoh assumes that Rukawa probably is somewhat a rich kid or some sort. 'Well, maybe not Richie-rich… but—probably, he already has all the latest gadgets in town and the whatnots.' Sendoh frowned a bit, now this definitely posed in another problem for him; for this is probably his first time to give something to a person whom he considers more than just a… friend—and without even confessing yet—plus a guy for Pete's sake!
Sendoh exasperatedly sigh and somewhat slumped his shoulders, but he still managed to smile. Thing is, this is actually what he wanted to call as good problems.
"You seem to be in deep thoughts."
Sendoh would have hopped back as he was just taken aback by that voice, it was Maki. He didn't noticed that he has already walked at the centre of the court while having various thoughts in mind. Sendoh snorted softly and smiled. "I was just thinking of what to buy…" He trailed off in his low tone. Maki raised both of his brows and smiled almost knowingly. "…a gift?" He paused. Sendoh was about to say something when Maki beat him to it. "…for him?" And cast a stare at the pale and lanky rookie who was standing a few feet away from them while busily adjusting his arm band—then bent down to retie his shoelaces. Sendoh felt his throat went a bit parch. Well, seems like a few people knew of his sudden change of heart with regards to his roommate and teammate for the past five days here in Osaka camp.
Maki could only chuckle softly. "Am I right or am I…" Sendoh for all that matters, finally gave in and raised the white flag to the first official person he's ever telling onto. "Yeah. You are so right, Maki-san." He smiled. Maki blinked his eyes twice and felt his mouth opening to break into a wide grin. Then they both laugh—gaining attention from a stretching Fujima and Rukawa who was already dribbling the orange ball with one hand.
Sendoh tried to ignore the fact that while Rukawa may be looking at him as if he's grown three heads or something, managed to whisper in a low voice to Kainan's Ace player. "Maki-san, what do you think should I…" And he was cut by no other than Maki himself. "First things first, have you told him?" Sendoh shook his head. "No-not really." Maki snorted. "Well, that's probably the first on your list before you try to think of any present." He tapped the spiky-haired boy's arm and nodded. "I wish you luck." Sendoh blinked back his eyes- but chuckled as well.
Uozumi finally arrived and whistled—he just came from the washroom so they all seemed to have waited for him first. Sakuragi shouted something that made everyone laughed. "Boss Monkey, success? Nyahahah!" Uozumi grit his teeth in annoyance as nerves started popping on his forehead and in as much as he want to stomp to where the idiotic redhead was, he controlled his anger but took a mental note that he will have his revenge later.
Akagi nodded to their direction and eyed Rukawa to give back the ball-the said freshman bounced the ball off to Akagi and soon after the imposing Captain of Shohoku is in the middle once more. "Okay guys, this is the final minute and thirty seconds. Make this count." He smiled to each side and blew his whistle again. It was Sendoh and Rukawa's ball. Akagi toss the ball at Rukawa who made an inbound pass to Sendoh—the other two, standing at the other end of the court, waiting to defend already. Sendoh held the ball on one hand as he walked while dribbling—eyes ahead, his usual calm expression and with many thoughts —but having only one person as well in mind.
"M…Maki, the guy we're about to beat today." He grinned. Rukawa, who was walking along his side furrowed his brows. Has Sendoh gone nuts? What is he talking about? Rukawa looked at his right and snorted. Sendoh looked back and chuckled. "Oh you've forgotten already? We're playing the alphabet game, remember?" Rukawa was surprised at that—thing is, he almost forgot about it and well… well, he almost forgot about it and seemed not to care anymore. But Sendoh somehow reminded him of it and it sucks because he actually cannot think of any word that starts with M, or so he thinks…
Rukawa clacked his tongue, earning him a smile from the taller guy. "You have so many extracurricular games. We're already in a game." Sendoh chuckled and bounced the ball off to his other hand, getting a bit ready as they approach the other two. "That's because we're gamers, haha!" Rukawa simply rolled his eyes at the lame excuse, but almost twitched his lips up. Sendoh halted to a stop alerting Rukawa a bit and immediately Fujima charged at him with the intent to steal the ball! Rukawa was about to ready himself for a possible pass but was obviously guarded by Maki! Sendoh knew that they were being screened this time and so he held on the ball because everyone knew how skilful Fujima is when it comes to stealing. Sendoh dribbled behind him expertly and tried to attack, but Fujima was persistent and so he had no choice but to take on a shot—apparently the ball bounced off and was caught by Fujima! By then, Maki had already started running to their court and Fujima dashed off via run and gun in hopes of getting the basket for a tie.
Rukawa and Sendoh had to run as fast as they could and just as about Rukawa was to block Maki's shot, he was bumped by the Kainan's Ace—causing collision, making Maki released the ball in no time and Uozumi blowing his whistle for a foul. But the ball went in, and the bench of Shoyo and Kainan went wild with only a minute left.
Rukawa was wide-eyed at Uozumi as he stayed sprawled on the floor—Maki was about to lend a hand but Sendoh Akira was there, as he stretched his hand to which Rukawa passively took. "Are you alright?" Was the first thing Sendoh asked—eyes clouded with a tiny concern and probably something else. Maki saw that and had to smirk to himself, but most especially, he was glad for a well-done three-point play. If he makes this basket, they're up by one point.
Rukawa simply nodded at Sendoh and looked on passively. Sendoh simply smiled and tapped him on the arm. "Its okay, good try though." Maki went into the line, dribbled the ball and pulled on a free throw to get that one-point advantage. The score now was 73-72, in favour of Fujima-Maki. Their bench obviously went flying with cheers and hoots and with less than a minute in the game! Sendoh threw in the inbound pass to Rukawa and both Aces jogged their way to the other end. Sendoh was about to ran ahead and guard Maki before another screening attempt is to be made when Rukawa caught up with him at the side; and Sendoh wasn't able to help himself but to chuckle and grin because Rukawa totally knocked him off it.
"M…Murder."
"Huh?" Sendoh was dumbfounded. Did Rukawa just mentioned something? And as if on cue, Rukawa dribbled low—eyes ablaze as he prepare himself to counter attack as well and hopefully pull on a three-point play as well.
"I'm gonna murder Maki because he fouled me. Ch." And the off the rookie go. Well as for Sendoh, he can only shook his head in disbelief and laugh. "Yeah, you have my consent, go!"
Forty seconds. Defence is the name of the game and Maki and Fujima sure knows how to hold on their guards, albeit it was Maki who was doing well guarding Sendoh. The taller player has now that serious look on his face as he thought of the next step. He backed a bit, dribbled behind his legs and hopped to his left just as about Rukawa was able to brush off Fujima—Sendoh saw that escape and threw an overhead pass to Rukawa who was able to get the ball and put on a one-hand dunker. Their bench threw a fit and celebrated; they were now up by one with 74-73 and with less than thirty seconds left.
Fujima did not waste any time as he hurried back on their court; while running though-he took a glance sideways to see Maki Shinichi there and made a long pass from his point to Maki's. Kainan's Maki was able to get a hold of the ball. Sendoh was able to catch up and played defence with twenty seconds on the shot clock. By this time, everyone was already on their feet as the game is finally coming to its end. Maki seemed to be having a hard time and he cant get a good pass to Fujima because Rukawa was basically playing good defence. Fifteen seconds left…
Maki for all he knows, since he cant get a drive pass Sendoh-dribbled the ball on his right only to step back behind the line and surprisingly fired a three sending everybody in frenzy! The Shohoku-Ryonan bench went ballistic as Sakuragi endlessly cursed for the shot to bounce off; opposite to the other side of the bench who was hoping to make a two-point lead advantage.
The ball sailed up in a perfect arch as it bounced on the rim once, twice… only to roll on the side and… in it went! Cheers and claps erupted as if their team had already won while expletives and groans were obviously heard from the other bench! Koshino was on the verge of joining inside the court as he was just constantly being pulled by Hikochi and Uekusa because he has been berating Sendoh Akira on the side-lines nonstop! Sakuragi, too, seemed like a fool as Mitsui and Ryota tries to calm him off—the redhead obviously wanting to pick a fight at the goading Kiyota.
Uozumi and Akagi barely have time to discipline their monkeys as they focused all of their energies on the remaining seconds; obviously also feeling way too tired and stress with all the ruckus going on. The clock dwindled down further to ten! Now Sendoh is basically being pressured from the lines by Maki, so that he couldn't make that inbound pass—Rukawa ran swiftly to one side as Sendoh faked a pass on the left to which Maki miraculously fell for, only to make that pass to the right!
Rukawa then, found himself running on the other end with a pursuing Fujima from behind. The clock ticked seven seconds less…
Rukawa knew that the noise around them is adding weight to his already pressured situation and the fact that Fujima for some reason was playing a good defence on him—he can see Sendoh from one side but Maki was sure covering him up pretty well.
Six seconds…
Rukawa dribbled on his right-skipping and hopping as he did so—determined to drive hard into the basket and hopefully get a foul from Fujima. But the brown-haired Captain of Shoyo was persistent as well as he tried to prevent the blue-eyed rookie from doing what he wants.
Five seconds…
Rukawa forced his way in and eventually colliding with Fujima—he actually thought he knocked Fujima down but didn't! Rukawa ran towards the basket just as Sendoh was able to escape Maki's defence. Everyone is on their feet now as Ayako looked from his watch to the game before her. Akagi and Uozumi were both wide-eyed as they cast a look on a possible intentional foul…
Four… Three seconds…
Rukawa barely had a moment to look at his sides, all he know is that Fujima is on his left and Maki to his right, and the basket almost within his reach; he could go for a resounding dunk but if he doesn't get a foul, they would be tied and will resolve into having an overtime. On the other hand, if he decides to do a reverse-layup and the ball was tap on either sides, it may fall out and they would lose. Rukawa gulped, for some reason, losing is not an option anymore. Especially now that they both had come a long way—battling each and every player in Kanagawa with their collaborative efforts. For some reason, Rukawa found himself remembering something Akira Sendoh spoke off—while talent may win games, teamwork and intelligence wins championships. Rukawa's eyes instinctively widened on their own as he found himself recollecting even more; the events that happened around him was truly unexpected, him and Sendoh—coming together to be as simple roommates and teammates is the beginning, keeping together in practice and game has been a process and now, working together with him to ensure victory… somehow Rukawa realized that together is the fuel that allows common people to attain uncommon results—just like his very own team, Shohoku…
Rukawa now knows more than ever, every time one would score a goal, or hit a three, or get a touchdown, you don't do it for yourself, you do it for the team because the name in front of the shirt is more important than the one in the back.
Two seconds…
Rukawa wasted no more time as he just suddenly found himself unconsciously passing the ball to his back trusting enough that he will be there just like he said that night when they went out—if anything goes wrong, he will be there…
The buzzer went off and only the deafening cheers, claps, and hoots of people around them is the only sound vivid. Rukawa didn't bother to look up and see for himself; he can only stand beneath the basket, huffing and puffing a sigh as his eyes were simply casted in front of him—staring at nothing in particular. He lift the hem of his shirt up and wipe the sweat off his mouth, eyes squinting a bit as he did so. 'Did he get my pass? Was he behind me? Did he fire a shot… did the ball went in?'
Questions. Those were his thoughts. For some reason, he found his mind in a disarray of multiple unanswered questions. Rukawa furrowed his brows for a while before deciding to turn and face reality… it is often said that questions are not just there to be answered; sometimes, it is there to answer. Rukawa found his eyes widening suddenly as he gasp and felt his hand clutch at the bottom of his shirt for right there, in front of him—a sight to behold as the Shohoku and Ryonan guys celebrated in glee. They are clapping and hooting and playfully whacking each other's back and wringing each other's neck—their faces etched with sheer bliss and relieved! Rukawa found himself glued on the spot, he wanted to step forward and be with the crowd but his feet wont bulge. His eyes caught glimpse of the other side and while they look a little forlorn, they are all smiling and shaking each other's hands.
Maki and Fujima walked side by side and mingled with Akagi and the others—there wasn't even a trace of bitterness or anger on their faces as both were all smiles and nods. Fujima was even laughing and pointing accusingly to Uozumi who only nodded in response and was somewhat grinning as well. There was obviously a few crowd around Mitsui and Ryota who was taking a look on their notebook and soon they all burst laughing—team Shoyo and some Kainan members are also grinning and chuckling as they hoot against each other—its most probably about the bet and apparently some probably lost while others doubled their money.
Hikoichi was on the roll as he gets to document everything. He continued taking shots of random players who were all gathered in the centre. It was a picturesque scene of camaraderie and sportsmanship and indeed it is true when they say that the strength of the team is each individual member. And the strength of each member is the team. Rukawa was slightly taken aback when his arm was wounded around by a pair of arms as well—he could almost feel his ears heat up but kept it cool when he saw it was none other than Ayako herself!
"Rukawaa-kuun!" She playfully coiled her arm around Rukawa's left and grinned. "Congratulations! You won you little imp, you!" She chuckled as she playfully punch Rukawa in the stomach. Rukawa sighed exasperatedly a bit and shrugged. How to react? For some reason, he found himself nodding simply and almost lifting his lips up but he kept everything at bay. "T-thank you, Ayako-senpai." He softly muttered instead. Ayako looked up and grinned. "Hahah, you don't looked happy." A pause. Rukawa stared down and was a bit confused. He mildly shook his head.
"I-its not that. I mean, I didn't actually get to see…" Truth is, Rukawa didn't actually looked to see how the whole thing is going to end, maybe because he wasn't sure himself at the final dying seconds—he wasn't sure if Sendoh Akira is indeed behind or at the other side, he simply did what his mind has been programmed to do for some reason—he passed. For some reason he found himself sharing the ball instead of owning it up, and it actually felt… nice. Its like finding an answer to the question, what is one thing, right now, that you are totally sure of? And in that fleeting moment, there is only one thing he is sure of…
Sendoh and he are not a team because they work together. They are a team because they respect, trust and care for each other. He gasps a bit at his own trail of thoughts; but unlike before, not wondering anymore as to where they came from. He felt Ayako squeezed his arm tighter and smiled. "Hahah, I'm really happy you and Sendoh won, I was rooting for you two the whole time." She paused before adding further.
"Rukawa-kun, I'm really happy. You are on our team. It's a family, regardless if you like all of them or none of them. You can't choose your family, just like you can't choose your team." She paused as her eyes softened. "Even through all the drama your team will always be there for you as you have always been there for them… for us. We compete as one and not as individuals. We win or lose as a team. And we rise or fall as a team."
Rukawa blinked back his eyes. Thing is, he cant think of anything to say. Ayako chuckled softly, a soft blush on her cheeks is evident that she somehow felt a bit embarrassed with all her yakking. "I guess, I just want you to know how proud I feel for you. I don't want you to think that I'm trying to impose on you or on how and what you think, but I honestly think that while you're a bit of a bastard sometimes, you're just actually concern." She laughed at herself after saying that.
"Plus the fact that we're both from Tomigaoka, hahaha! So I feel prouder even."
"Proud that we're both Tomigaoka bastards?" Rukawa softly joked. Ayako paused and laughed-she clutched her sides. She playfully whack Rukawa's arm as the taller guy could only snort softly and smiled ever so slightly. Ayako kept chuckling for a few more, she thought its actually refreshing to hear Rukawa trying on a lame joke—but it was good.
"Hahahah, I hate you Rukawa-kun, but I know deep inside you're just thoughtful like most people plus you're pretty cute too!" She laughed some more. Rukawa almost chuckled back but decided to keep it at bay and simply blinked for the nth time and cast his eyes slowly at the floor. Somehow he found the corner of his lips tugging slowly up.
"Senpai…"
"Hmm?"
"You're not confessing, are you?"
Ayako felt her ears heat up and gape, she playfully whack the taller forward with a fan on the head and laughed off. "Naanii?! Doaho, of course not you girl -looking kitsune, hahahha!" Rukawa swore the fan sort of itched but somehow he felt himself chuckling a bit at that. Ayako probably is the next big sister he could have in the team. He scratched his whacked head a bit before he felt his eyes softening, looking at nothing in particular. "Senpai… I am a member of Shohoku, and I rely on the team. I defer to it and sacrifice for it, because the team, not the individual, is the ultimate champion. So… thank you for having me."
Ayako simply smiled and winked back. "You're very much welcome, Rukawa Kaede." She grinned. Ayako started walking the other way as Rukawa could only looked at her retreating form before she came to a halted stop—suddenly turning back and almost having that mischievous look on her face that Rukawa saw and made his chest race and ears, heat up.
"But I know someone who might confess…" She laughed and placed her hand on her mouth, an obvious tinge of pink on her cheeks. She giggled for a minute and chuckled. Rukawa felt himself getting a bit confused though. "Senpai, I don't understand what you're…"
"I feel like I want to see it but… I'll leave everything to be. Hahahah, Rukawa-kun, be sure to tell me, okay? I'll throw a fit if you don't!" Ayako seemingly looked up and grinned.
"Senpai I don't…" Rukawa tried to mutter further but never missing that erratic pounding of a certain organ in his chest.
"Rukawa-kun, the heart has questions and the answers all at the same time." She winked and started walking off leaving a slightly bemused blue-eyed rookie.
The pace was so fast he barely had time to think and put on a clever play. All he knows is that there's barely two seconds left and that the orange ball was suddenly passed behind him. Sendoh Akira was running from behind as soon as Maki left him unguarded—the Kainan star obviously determined to block the possible layup. Sendoh then knew that if Rukawa's attempt for a layup fails, the ball would surely tip off the rim and they would lose. He felt himself involuntarily gulping as he ran and tried to reach the three that is just directly right in front of the basket, but he was a bit far and as Sendoh's eyes widened at the dying final seconds, he could only wished for something—Sendoh knew that Rukawa is the hardworking type of player, constantly pushing himself to the limits in order to see for himself his true capabilities. Truth is, Sendoh doesn't actually mind if they lose—right here, right now. He is only concern of one thing—more like of one person. The Ryonan Ace player is not unaware at the fact that while Rukawa possesses all the characteristics that of a super rookie, he knew as well that the younger guy is probably not the strongest, nor the fastest when he makes his debut in the Nationals—but if there is one thing that Rukawa has that no other player have, is that he works the hardest and in this sport, it's hard to beat a person that never gives up. For some reason, Sendoh wanted for them to win not because of himself or because of his pride, he wanted now to win because he wanted to see him happy. Losing a small game is not much really, it's the bigger risk he is willing to give just to see the latter happy. Sendoh knew, that when someone else's happiness is yours as well, that is love.
And Sendoh relished his stay in Osaka during the past days; 'Rukawa-kun, I think one of my favourite feelings is laughing with someone and realizing halfway through how much you enjoyed them and their existence, I guess it's true when they say that the moments of happiness we enjoy takes us by surprise. It is not that we seize them, but that they seize us.'
The moment he saw the orange leather zooming through his front view, Sendoh felt his eyes widened—Rukawa, for all he knew, passed the ball onto him twice. Sendoh had barely the time to stare hard at the clock and count the seconds or formulate a wise play, all he knew is that, the moment his hand caught the rubber ball—he saw Maki and Fujima stared back at him wide-eyed and he could only smile at them cunningly because he found himself dribbling fast twice, only to take a step back behind the line and releasing the ball as the buzzer went off.
Everyone was literally on their feet as the clock ticked off. No more time left for any petty excuse of a foul. And Sendoh knew that he might have thrown the ball a little too carelessly and almost without effort but Sendoh is not just Ryonan's Ace for nothing—he is not out there for hours just to find out what it feels like to sweat, Sendoh knew he is out there to win and see him happy. And so he fired that shot and in basketball, it is often said that you missed one hundred percent of the shots you didn't take.
The ball sailed in a perfect arch with everyone up on their feet—it didn't even touched the rim, it just went through as if it was meant to be. That concluded the scene—the next were running and shouting teammates and friends on the centre of the court. He made the three-point shot, making the score 74-75 in favour of them, him and Rukawa Kaede. He won, no, they won. They won all the match-ups laid before them. Sendoh blinked his surprised as he felt his chest racing as if he was being chased—he caught glimpse of the back of Rukawa Kaede who probably did not see how he threw his shot—and in that moment wherein Maki and Fujima simply tapped each other's hands as they smiled at everyone gathered around them, Sendoh started walking to where Rukawa was supposed to be standing—everything else turned black and quiet, all he can see is him and the jersey that reads his surname and that double number one. He wanted to walk behind and whisper the words: we made it.
He wanted to smile and probably pull on a small joke by hugging him and… Sendoh gasps, remembering that night when he suddenly invited himself and leaned down to kiss the younger rookie. For some reason, he found himself relishing that moment.
'K…Kaede if I could give you one thing in life, I would give you the ability to see yourself through my eyes, For only then you would realize how special you are to me… if you would let me…'
Sendoh had the audacity to start walking to greet him and probably also had the boldness to grab him by the shoulder and hug him perhaps but he was stopped when his teammates and the others suddenly started throwing themselves on him! Heck, even Sakuragi was laughing so loudly in his ears that he barely had time to wave all of them off. They were wringing his neck, Koshino even climbed behind him, making him bend forward—he found himself laughing at the ruckus nonetheless. "Ko-Koshino, what the-?!" Ikegami ruffled his hair as Hikoichi endlessly took in some shots. The other Kainan players and Shoyo also congratulated him and were grabbing him and bumping into him as if he has won an international competition.
"Seeenddohh-seenppaiii!"
"Whohoo!"
"Teeemme, Sppikky! You goddamn-hahaha! My money doubled!"
"Seeenddoh!"
"Taichou…"
"Hahah, oi Spiky, you have to treat us!"
"Great job Sendoh!"
Rukawa zipped his bag as he sat down on the edge of his bed. He just finished taking a bath-the game has long ended an hour ago and everyone was now looking forward to the Christmas party that was scheduled that night. He took note of the time to be 6PM already. According to their schedule, party starts at around 8PM. So that means, he has two hours more. Rukawa contemplated if he would just sleep and wake up instead since the bed he's been on seems to be inviting him. Plus the fact that they just finished a gruelling game. He also heard the others that they will be going downtown for a stroll back at Senbayashi Shotengai to shop. Rukawa was also contemplating of going but he decided not to anymore because most of his teammates in Shohoku decided to just use the camp's gym and pool to get the best out of it. As expected, Maki, Fujima, Akagi, Uozumi, Ayako, Haruko, and Hanagata were left to be the committee for the party.
As far as he know, since they won, he hasn't been able to talk or see Sendoh Akira. After Ayako left him a while back, he caught glimpse of Sendoh who was constantly surrounded with the other players. In as much as he wants to step forward and offered his hand for a shake, he didn't had the opportunity to do so—and so he decided to just gather his things on the bench and go up their room to freshen up. He received a few greetings though from some Shoyo players and he simply nodded his head off to them and twitched his lips as a response.
Rukawa has just finished packing up most of his things—his clothes neatly done and only the clothes of Sendoh were left inside the cabinet. He was partly reminded by Fujima Kenji himself about the party later and their presentation to which he only replied with a twitch on the lips and shrugged. He saw Fujima grinned mischievously and left. Rukawa would have hated winning only because of the so-called 'presentation'. He doesn't think there is a need for one. He found himself sitting more comfortably on his bed and leaning behind to get a more relaxed position. Rukawa reached for his phone and only then started browsing—there, he saw mails.
He passively clicked one and saw a message from no other than his grandmother. For some reason Rukawa actually felt a bit relieved that his obaachan is doing okay. He read everything fast and came upon the next message, it is still from the old lady, Chiyo. Rukawa read again quietly and almost gasps when he read the last statement.
パパはここにあります。すぐに帰ってきます。ケア、私の子供を取ります。(Daddy is here. Come home soon. Take care, my child)
Rukawa stared blankly at his phone's screen. Well, that was timely indeed. For some reason, he found his thoughts blank at the moment. He had to read and re-read the last statement. Truth is, he doesn't know what and how to react. He moved at the next message and had his eyes widened-a bit when he saw the name on the mail. Rukawa found himself gulping involuntarily; his grandmother is right. For the next mail came from no other than his Father no less.
It read, from: (守る流川): 息子は、私はあなたが大阪にいる祖母から聞きました。私は昨夜到着しました。私はお待ちしております。(From: Mamoru Rukawa- Son, I heard from grandmother you are in Osaka. I have arrived last night. I will be waiting.)
Rukawa found his thumb hovering above the Delete button. He found himself mulling at a tiny contemplation that speaks of, have you ever wanted to ask a question, but you didn't because you knew your heart wouldn't be able to handle the answer?
'Otōsan… I hate to think that you might have left me without reason and now you're back with an excuse…'
After musing over a few more minutes, he found himself bending his knees up close to himself and leaning his forehead on them, his fringes giving way over his suddenly tired and sleepy eyes. Rukawa found his eyes getting a bit heavier and true enough when they say that there are years that ask questions, and years that indeed answer.
Sendoh stared at his reflection in the mirror as he just finished taking a shower in the gym's shower room. His eyes were bright and cheery and staring back at him is his reflection of someone who has literally found someone whom he feels not just attracted to—but someone whom he feels he could face the world with. He adjusted his bag strap and for some odd reason, found himself somewhat talking in his low and bedroom voice in front of the mirror-as if practising.
"Every time I look at you, I can see my future…" Sendoh cringe and almost rolled his eyes. Tsk. Definitely not his style and what's with the future anyway? For some reason, it didn't sound original as it should be. Sendoh sighed and adjusted his bag strap again and turned to his right—avoiding his image now on the mirror.
"Rukawa Kaede, my roomie, my teammate, love of my life, happy Birthday and happy new year! I wish you all the best, great work to reach your fondest goals and when you're done, sweet rest." Sendoh sweatdrop. Is that a confession? Or a birthday greeting? He clacked his tongue and felt exasperated-definitely didn't sound sincere. It feels like it was taken out of context or a birthday card. He sighed again, shook his head and tried another.
"Kaede, you have no idea how fast my heart races when I see you…I like you. I like you a lot. And I… that night when I kissed you, you don't know how much I wanted to do it again…"
Sendoh felt his ears heat up as he gulped involuntarily and almost choke on his own words. Thing is, he remembered that special night, Rukawa's soft lips, his warm breath against his, the closeness of their bodies, the… Sendoh sighed and almost slumped his shoulders. Is he fantasizing just right now? He must have probably looked like a maniac. He never thought that it was this hard. Well, in all honesty, Sendoh actually thought that confessing might actually be easy enough—since in Ryonan High, he seldom hears and sees this up in front; mostly for him—done by most female population in their school. And so he is somewhat used to hearing and seeing this, but Sendoh was flabbergasted, for he never actually knew that it is far different when he is in the real situation—more like, he is in the tub right now and will be the one who's planning to say the words. He felt his hands went clammy for a while.
"Rukawa-kun, hear me…every time we bump into each other, do you know how much that every 'Hi!' or 'Bye' makes me so damn freaking happy and having a hard time to hide it. It's like even for a second, I shine in your eyes. That you are able to see me…"
The door madly opened and Sendoh almost choke on his own words. "What the-?!" He felt himself backed a bit as his bag almost fell off of his shoulders—eyes widening in the process. Sendoh's jaw dropped—he would have died if it was him but luckily it wasn't. It was Kicchou Fukuda-the smug-looking and now grinning Kicchou Fukuda.
Sendoh involuntarily gulped and almost rolled his eyes. "Kicchou you… scared me you bastard." Kicchou stared with that smug grin of his as he leaned on one door. Sendoh simply stared back and dropped his bag for a while and sat down on the bench, running a hand on his dishevelled and un-gelled hair. "Taichou, is that your confession?" A grin.
Sendoh looked up to his right with his mouth slightly opened and snorted simply. Then he heard Kicchou chuckled. Sendoh would have snap his eyes off their sockets to take a better look and see for himself if indeed it was Kicchou Fukuda who was laughing.
"Tai-Taichou…." He giggled, shoulders shaking as he clutched on one of his sides. Sendoh simply snorted and waited. "L-look, I'm sorry to say this but… its disgusting." Then he burst out laughing. "What's with the future, and the New Year, and the last one you said that you shine in his eyes?" Fukuda for some reason found his eyes already a bit teary but wasn't able to hold his composure back. Sendoh simply clack his tongue and sighed. "His birthday falls on a New Year, mind you."
Hell, his laugh was probably worse than Sakuragi's but Sendoh simply stayed sport as he let out his usual smile and shook his head and shrugged.
"Well do you have a better idea?" Sendoh jokingly rebutted back- leaning forward on the bench as he wistfully smiled.
"Never thought you're a genius on court but an idiot when it comes to this." A pause. He heard Sendoh softly chuckled as well. "Taichou, if Rukawa hears that kind of confession, I swear you would go home with a sock up face and two missing teeth in front."
Sendoh simply chuckled lowly and shrugged. "Yeah, you bet I would." Silence.
"It would have been easier if Rukawa was a girl." Fukuda muttered. Sendoh simply shook his head, scratch his forehead and smiled. "Probably." Fukuda snorted and smugly grinned. "How about if you buy him a wig instead and pretend he's a girl and confessed? He looks effeminate anyway."
Kicchou must be out of his mind and delusional to be saying that, Sendoh simply chuckled and shook his head. "Kicchou, you and your magnificent ideas." Fukuda simply laughed at this. They both enjoyed the company of solitude for a few more minutes before Sendoh joked on another suggestion.
"How about this, Kaede Rukawa, amore mio, per me tu sei perfetto. Tu sei la stella al mio cielo notturno, e l'arcobaleno alle mie nuvole. Ti voglio bene." Sendoh said those in his low, deep, but clear tone—for any girl who might have heard him, it actually sounded well.
Fukuda chuckled as Sendoh simply smiled back. "That's pretty long, the heck does that mean?"
"Kaede Rukawa, my love, you're perfect for me. You are the star of my night sky, and the rainbow to my clouds. I love you."
A smile. Sendoh said that while looking at nothing in particular, his chest full of surging emotions ready to pour out onto the person that he has been harbouring his affection at for the past few days. Fukuda grinned and nodded. "It's good. It's got potential. Giving him some of your Italian prowess-sounds nice." A pause. "It actually sounds… romantic." Sendoh blinked his eyes twice—Fukuda gave him his usual stare; then Sendoh laughed. Thing is, he actually thought Fukuda seems to be out of character when he mentions any word relating to affection.
Fukuda smugly grin and goaded. "Lemme guess Taichou, you couldn't believe I said romantic?" Sendoh kept on chuckling but he nodded affirmatively. Fukuda simply laughed a bit and shrugged.
"Sei un bastardo, Capitano."
Sendoh laughed but was dumbfounded. "What the-? How did you-? You also knew Italian?" Fukuda simply rolled his eyes. "Just one sentence. Not probably on your level." He smirk. The two boys chuckled amusedly at themselves, especially when Fukuda also suddenly spoke a little Italian to Sendoh's surprise. He didn't actually thought that Fukuda had that tiny knowledge. But Fukuda simply shrugged it off, not interested on talking about it. Sendoh simply grinned and kept it that way.
"If Rukawa was a girl, she would have probably screamed and died of epistaxis, but… your mi amore might not get it. He would probably just look at you as if you've gone nuts and walked away." Fukuda chuckled as he imagined Sendoh speaking in his Italian language as Rukawa listened and afterwards, just left—just because Sendoh turned into an alien.
Sendoh chuckled softly and shook his head. "Probably. He knows I speak a little bit of Italian but he barely passed his English subject so… what more of Italian?" Silence. Then they both laugh. Its funny really, few days ago, Sendoh remembered him and Fukuda sitting on a bench just like now, talking about the awkwardness that happened when he asked Rukawa out and suddenly just kissed him that night just because he cant control his surging emotions—now, they're at it again, sitting on the bench, talking about the same person, only the difference now is that he is about to go at it… to finally say the words he has been dying to. To let Rukawa know that love is just a word, until he came along and gave it… meaning.
Sendoh wistfully smiled and snorted softly, running yet again a hand on his hair that suddenly looked like fringes, all because he hasn't gelled-up yet. "Kicchou… have I gone mad for feeling this way?" He softly muttered. Silence was all he got; and Sendoh took in this moment to speak further—but this time, it was more evident, he is clearly sure more than ever, and it is during in his stay in Osaka that he gets to realized the answer to the question, which is more important? To love or to be loved? In which one could answer, which is more important to a bird? The right wing? Or the left wing? In the end, it all comes to one thing… that love probably asks no questions. Its natural state is one of extension or expansion of feelings-an accommodation and a sense of acceptance; for love is not about comparison or measurement. Love knows no answer, for it does not question.
"I don't know where I stand with him. And I don't even know what I mean to him. Am I just his rival-an obstacle he should get over with? A friend perhaps? Or am I just… a roommate? All I know is that every time I think of him, all I wanna do is to be with him."
Silence ensued between them and Sendoh want no more than to just stand up and probably leave the room and look for Rukawa.
"You really love him, don't you?"
Sendoh found himself looking to his right a bit slowly, meeting the unperturbed gaze of his friend, Kicchou Fukuda- he simply stared and smiled his usual. "Is smile a question? Or is it the answer?" Fukuda somehow managed to crack that one up in which he earned a wide-eyed stare from Sendoh. The number thirteen forward smiled a bit.
"It's a psychological question Taichou—no name was mentioned, but you suddenly know who the question is about." Fukuda simply shrugged and stood up first—with a wide-eye Sendoh still looking up to him, pretty much amused with the way Fukuda Kicchou brought up his own style of making him realize that there is absolutely nothing wrong with the way he feels towards the younger rookie from a rival school.
"You see, when love is not madness, it is not love. In the end it doesn't matter what the question is, your feelings towards him is always the answer."
The temperature outside has gone low and as Sendoh opened the door to their freezing room, he was surprised to see Rukawa on his own bed—sleeping soundly while sitting and his head tuck in between his knees. Sendoh for some reason, stared at the oddity of it all—he felt endeared in a way. 'Weird… you can sleep like that?' He sighed softly as he slowly and quietly put down his bag atop the coffee table adjacent to his own bed and wondered if he should wake Rukawa up… Sendoh found himself staring at his own wristwatch and saw the time to be 7PM. Their so-called Christmas party is about to start at around 8PM and true enough, some of the guys went out for a bit to take a stroll on the shopping arcade and probably buy some few good. Mostly were from the Kainan-Shoyo team. Ryonan however and Shohoku contented themselves in the camp's Jacuzzi while some sweat it out on the gym. Sendoh was actually being tagged along by Sakuragi the moment he and Fukuda went out of the gym's locker room—but he insisted that he went up to their room to take a moment's rest. Fukuda went to join them in the Jacuzzi instead.
Thing is, Sendoh wasn't really expecting Rukawa to be there—in their room. So he was slightly taken aback because he was just merely talking and opening himself up to Kicchou a while ago and to be suddenly in a room with the current mi amore of his life is kind of threatening-in a good way, but he hasn't really come up with the accurate words on how to say the words—and he doesn't really want to come in strong by suddenly waking him up right now, and shout at the top of his lungs that he loves Rukawa Kaede and kiss him again—but this time, he vowed to make it a bit longer. Sendoh gasps at his own thoughts as he felt himself getting a bit flushed from the idea. He wanted no more than to just probably bang his head on the wall until it knocked him off of his feet. Sendoh exasperatedly sighed and slowly trudge towards his own bed. He sat and clutched his jacket tighter to himself since it got pretty colder. Sendoh promised he wouldnt sleep and instead stay up for the whole night since its their last in Osaka but the silence of the surroundings, coupled with the cool temperature that has engulfed the whole of their room, plus the soft and steady breathing sound of his sleeping companion on the other bed brought about a feeling just wanting to close his eyes as well and hopefully, meet him in his dreams.
Sendoh rubbed his eyes in hopes of wooing away the sleep and lay down on his back while looking up to the ceiling. A few more seconds of sheer restlessness and the taller player from Ryonan shifted to his right and stared at the seemingly weird position of Rukawa Kaede as he sleeps. Sendoh felt his brows furrowed a bit. He wondered if Rukawa felt okay with that position… he thinks its rather uncomfortable though, but seeing him so helpless and vulnerable in his sleep is something Sendoh Akira highly regards of as a privilege. It is not every day, one sees how the great pointer from Shohoku High opens himself up in the form of sleep in front of a sworn rival, and its not every day that in that tiny and fleeting moment of winter and silence, one gets to realized that his feelings may run far deeper than what he had expected.
He saw a small movement from him and wasn't able to help himself but to sat upright and walked wordlessly to where he is. Sendoh found himself nearing and nearing the boy that caused for him to have a change of heart and he gulped involuntarily to himself as he found his arms carefully positioning the latter on the bed. Sendoh for some reason found himself pushing Rukawa's sleeping form down with that gentleness that comes from within his emotions, he almost felt his chest racing in the process as he did so.
Rukawa remained unmoving and Sendoh could only smile at how the younger guy is such a deep sleeper. 'You must be tired.' Sendoh knew that the game brought out probably almost everything about Rukawa and that while he kept on saying the whole time that he wasn't really feeling tired, Sendoh knew that Rukawa's lack of stamina is one of the rookie's weak points on court.
'Kaede… you probably don't know how it feels to be always longing for your attention. I want to talk to you all the time, every day, every second I could get…'
Sendoh felt himself yawn as well and was about to go on his own bed when he saw the pale guy shudder a bit because of the cold weather.
'You don't know how much just talking to you makes me feel complete, let alone when you start the conversation…'
Sendoh took note that Rukawa must have packed everything already judging from his neatly tight bag on one corner. Sendoh would have almost rolled his eyes on how much of a neat freak Kaede Rukawa is—for some reason, he found himself instinctively taking off his own jacket and covering the younger one with it then placing over him the bed's fleece blanket.
'Most of all, you don't know how much what we have here, no matter how small means so much to me…'
Sendoh felt himself with goose bumps as he, too, felt coldness seeping in and he had to walked away towards the cabinet to get another jacket his. 'Ugh. Why does it have to be this cold anyway?' He found his train of thoughts to be of the weather as he climbed on his own bed and pulling up his own fleece blanket to take a nap or two since he felt a bit tired as well.
Sendoh was about to doze off when he was taken aback at his own phone ringing! Sendoh had to press the button instantaneously, lest he wants his companion to wake up. He stared at his right to see if there was any form of movement but Rukawa proved that when he sleeps, he hibernates. Sendoh found himself answering the sudden call and instinctively, he found the corner of his lips tugging upwards—he missed this caller. It was his brother.
"Yo!"
"Aniki…" Sendoh smiled, as if the act can make Akito see him. He heard a soft snort on the other line and soon enough, the conversation between brothers ensued. "When are you coming home?" Akito jeered from the other line. He paused before deciding to continue. "Its been awhile, otouto… how are you there? Everything alright?" For some reason, Sendoh found his eyes getting cheery and his usual smile etching on his handsome face. "Yeah, everything is alright…" He paused. Relishing the feeling of being emotionally attached to someone. "I'm glad then… you sounded happy." Akito continued—a grin on the other line. Akira could only snort softly back as he placed an arm over his eyes. He nodded. "I am…"
"Eh?" Akito wondered—but being an older brother, there was something in the way his younger brother voice's change and he couldn't quietly pinpoint as to where and how probably. He grinned and chuckled on the other line as he started teasing his younger brother in Osaka. "Hahaha, I don't know what the heck happened to you, but I'm guessing it must have been related with that date you had the other night, hm?" He playfully goaded. And to Sendoh Akira, its not just that related—it is tightly linked as it is. "Lemme guess…" He paused for a bit before finally breaking in. "You're in love?" And to Sendoh Akira, his brother could not have been more right. "Its not being in love that makes me happy aniki, it is the person that I am in love with that does…"
'And all the time, I wonder if you'll ever know.'
TBC
Notes: MABUHAY! Phew! Merry Christmas! Took me a few days to get this chapter up, but its all good, I'm happy about this and I think I felt satisfied writing this whole thing here! Haha! How are you guys? First off, my endless thank you's to each and every one who reviewed the previous chapter! I did promise that I would upload two chapters of this fic and so here it is. Um, I sort of celebrated my birthday last Christmas Eve that is why I wasn't able to write-hahaha! Yeah, so there, I turned a year older again. Ugh. Anyway, so this is probably my Christmas gift to you guys, hope you liked this chapter-as always, this is not the end, yet! LOL! I know, this is turning into a major novel and you might be wondering if I am ever gonna finish this one—the answer is of course, I am finishing this one, I plan no more than 25 chapters of this, so it is almost nearing the end.
Notes 2: Whoah, I forgot to thank whoever put my two stories as part of the 'SenRu Perceptions Community'? Waah, I'm so happy I could cry—finally my two fics in one community! Thank you so much, I am thrilled and honoured to be one of the contributors!
Notes 3: About the MPreg fic, whoaaah! You guys are-!? Hahahah! So, I guess this is a GO then? Look, thing is, alright—I might upload that MPreg fic one of this days but I haven't finished it yet, its just a one shot, I don't plan on getting it as long as this one, hahaha! So yeah, I will try to finish that one first of course.
Notes4: To those asking about MyGirl-ugh, oh Gods, I am not really in the mood to write that one yet, but I'll see tomorrow! . I already started writing Ch13 of it but I still don't know what to do next, lol! I mean, I hated myself for including Sawakita suddenly, hahahah! But hey, to me he seems to be the perfect rival to Sendoh—rather than the redhead? Uh, am I right? What do you guys think? Haha! But don't worry, I'll get by I'm sure. Thing is, I wanted to finish this one first so that I could move on to the next possible multi-chap! Lol!
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