Title: Sonata
Part: 4/?
Author: Yukijorou
Genre: Yaoi
Pairing: MitRu
Rating: PG-13
Archive: Fanfiction.net
Warning: OOCs blah writing the usual snores
Author's Note: Through the Looking Glass'
familiar? Written by Lewis Carroll, and of course related to the
ever-famous children classic Alice in Wonderland.
Dedicated to Sol-chan, to make her NOT bash me up. -_-
Disclaimer: Belongs to Takehiko Inoue, Ta-sama, who is the
Ultimate Tensai! ^_^;; Denise Fernandez doesn't belong to me,
anyway. glances around knowingly
Chapter 4: Through the Looking Glass
The cab finally pulled up in front of Shohoku High School. Other
than new, unfamiliar faces, most of the school looked pretty much
the same. Girls were gasping and squealing when they caught sight
of Rukawa and Ryota walking out of the cab, and dozens rushed
towards them to get autographs, ignoring the assembly bell.
Teachers ran out of the common rooms, eyes widening in surprise.
Rukawa rolled his eyes as girls crowded around him and pushed him
around.
This is supposed to be a quiet visit Feeling a
little reluctant, he signed on the bits of papers books
shirts er arms Ryota did the same, but he
looked warmer and smiled at them. A girl offered to let Rukawa
sign on her right breast, and he sweat-dropped. (Nah, Sol-chan is
not the girl. Don't be disappointed. *pats*)
At that point of despair, the principal came out and stared at
the screaming girls solemnly. The headmaster was next to him, his
black eyes as though they were orbs of hot, boiling tar. Beads of
sweat glistened on his forehead and limbs, and in one of his
hands was a thick (kowaii!) rattan cane.
Everyone went silent and meekly went into the school building,
some trembling unbearably. The boys (or should I say, MEN? *snicker*)
heaved a sigh and thanked the principal and headmaster.
Welcome back, boys, the headmaster's eyes ceased
and twinkled instead, extending a hand towards
Ryota. What brings y'all here?
Just visiting, Ryota shook his hand. Since we
have free time, we decided to come for a while. Mitsui
looked at the school gym longingly.
How's the team now, I wonder?
The principal stepped in, grinning. Our pride. Still our
pride, like your team once upon a time. Hanamichi blinked
at Rukawa.
you were staring at me just now.
Rukawa looked up in surprise (in case you don't know, he was
day-dreaming into his shoes then).
In the cab, and when we alighted. You were staring at me,
do-shite?
Because I want to cherish every sight of the beautiful you
don't piss me off Hanamichi
snapped, forgetting his earlier question. Relieved, Rukawa made
his way towards the gym. Hanamichi blinked, and shouted after him.
Kitsune! Wait for me! Mitsui shrugged and gestured
Ryota to follow them as well.
Why can't you feel the same for me Why didn't
you realize how I felt towards you? There wouldn't be so
much pain in the first place if you did Even if you said
that you hated me, pain would cease yet, I still have to
wait
Memories both happy and sad were triggered by the
mere sounds of the basketball court that radiated youthfulness
and confidence. A game was on-going first-years against
second-years. The third-year players had gone on an excursion,
according to the Principal.
The basketball team is co-ed now. Most of them, the players,
are remarkable and even the usual bench people play fairly
well, the Principal smiled as one of the first-year girls
did a three-point shot, surprising the second-year defender.
Mitsui grinned at the sight. That guy reminded him of himself.
very spiffy three-pointer, guess she takes
after me, hm? Mitsui chuckled. Hanamichi's eyebrow
twitched. Ryota snickered and continued watching the game in awe,
itching to play himself. Rukawa was in a corner, leaning against
the wall and folding his arms while his eyes searched critically
for mistakes.
The girl was fluid in her movements, and although she had a
disadvantage as a female, she managed to score most of the points
for the game. First-years against Second-Years, currently 30 to
27, First-years leading. Her height surpassed Ryota's (much
to his embarrassment, of course).
Most of the girls were tall, of course, to qualify as basketball
players, but she had a masculine touch to her built (If you don't
get what I'm talking about here, ignore this sentence).
Her deep, brown eyes radiated ambition and power, and a few
strands of dark brown hair stuck to her face due to her
perspiration. A black hair-band was used to keep her bangs up.
Her well-groomed short hair made her look even more like a male
She could have passed for a bishounen if she wanted to.
The ball rolled in front of Mitsui when the ball sailed out-of-bounds.
He knelt down, and felt the waxy texture of the ball on his skin.
It had been a long time since he touched it, and he felt the
warmth of his skin linger. The girl stared at him and raised an
eyebrow.
Mitsui grinned at her. She cast him a dark look before snatching
the ball away and continued the game. He blinked, feeling awkward.
She's pretty odd. Kind of familiar though
She's from Yokohama District Junior High. Denise
Fernandez, who was one of the MVPs in the nationals for junior
high basketball teams before graduating.
Hanamichi turned to look at Rukawa. How
did you know?
I watch TV, he answered briefly, not looking at
Hanamichi's direction. Ryota chuckled, but said nothing.
Mitsui gave the girl a last look before following the principal
and the others out of the gym. The translucent glass by the
entrance gleamed as the group walked by. Denise watched as they
passed the translucent glass and narrowed her eyes.
The windows outside the gym reflected the weak rays from the sun,
and the players could still be seen inside, from the glass. The
game was over, and the first years had won by five points.
Hanamichi and Ryota followed the principal around while Mitsui
and Rukawa left the group silently.
They walked on the gravel path, and Mitsui stole a look at Rukawa.
Rukawa looked blank, his expression unreadable. He sighed and
eyed Rukawa grimly. You said that you have something to say
to me. What?
Mitsui blinked and scrunched his eyebrows in
annoyance. Rukawa raised an eyebrow.
Fine. There is something, but promise me not to tell
anyone
Mitsui heaved a sigh.
Rukawa stopped in his tracks and faced him. Do you remember
that time, I told you me and Hanamichi He
looked flustered, and Mitsui chuckled.
Kawaii, that Rukawa
I remember. You told me you liked him, right?
yeah Rukawa tensed. I thought
that it was only a temporary infatuation demo I think
I still like him. I feel a little ashamed at myself for
being homosexual
Mitsui smirked. Nothing to be ashamed about
Mochiron. I Oh. I like him. Too. Shit happens.
Matte NANI? YOU STILL LIKE HIM?
Mitsui sensed fury in the man's voice
not thunderous, more of menacing. I thought I was a
straight man a REAL man, Mitsui. Being gay sounds like
sounds like
Rukawa winced, and Mitsui nodded in understanding. The poor guy
was really stressed out. Apart from his usual workload, which was
too much for him to handle, he was also worried about his sexual
orientation. If that went public Mitsui shuddered at that
thought. The paparazzi was not the friendliest thing in the world,
and it might devastate some fan club of his.
He felt sad, knowing that Rukawa still liked Hanamichi He
expected it, since Rukawa acted weird when Hanamichi was around.
He was weird now, as well. He was never the type to tell people
what he thinks. Difficulty in expression, to sum it up. Rukawa
already had difficulty expressing himself just now.
Mitsui scratched the scar on his chin (KAWAII! *drool*), deep in
thoughts, and realized with a start that Rukawa's blue eyes
were staring at him, as if they were azure spears piercing into
his body. He flushed with embarrassment. Rukawa
pointed to the ground and grunted. Mitsui looked down and went
even redder.
His pants were not zipped.
Micchy: NANI? vein pops
Yukijorou: evil chuckle
Ryota: blush
Yukijorou: *squashes Ryochin's nose* This is not a MitRyo, peep.
Rukawa: -_-;; -silence-
