Title: Struggle
Part: 19/?
Author: Issei
Genre: Yaoi
Paring: MitHanaRu… up to you to decipher!
Rating: PG
Archive: Sdfic ML and Jem's homepage!
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2 Please ignore any typo errors/ gammer mistakes.
Disclaimer: the characters do not belong to me……dun sue!!
3
Warning: The characters may be OOC.
4
5 Words in * * is action
6 Words in ^ ^ is character's thoughts
Words in [ ] refer to the setting
Words in ( ) are words by writer…^_______^
6.1 Chapter 19
The days passed quickly as autumn changes to winter. The first snow came early this year. Winter had set in and so did the winter championship that was to begin in one and half weeks. Hanamichi who had been waiting and waiting for his injury to recover was finally given the go ahead by the doctor to play basketball again.
Hanamichi: So can I play basketball?
Doctor: Yes, your injury had recovered very well and you can start playing basketball again, but bear in mind to start slow and slowly build up. ^ I have never met anyone who can recover so well, is he an animal or what? ^
Hanamichi: Yes, doctor!
Hanamichi had never felt so carefree before. His suppressed energy stored up over the months zapped through his body again. He was the energetic Hanamichi again, not the one who has to lie in bed or sit down when everyone was playing. He was free from injury again! Dressed thickly in winter clothes, Hanamichi sped down the street, feeling the cold of the snow burned against his skin.
The sound of ball bouncing echoed through the basketball court. It was now empty, as it was already nine at night. Everyone had already gone, well almost except for a single person who stayed behind to practise. It is none other than the-
Hanamichi: Tensai! I am the tensai!
Hanamichi was overjoyed, as he was able to maintain his shooting under the basket to a certain degree of accuracy. Although it was not as sharp as it used to be, but after hours of practise, Hanamichi had manage to obtain high percentages for his shooting. Remembering the doctor's advice, Hanamichi picked up his towel and headed for the changing room. As Hanamichi headed for the door, he heard a voice spoke.
Voice: So, you have recovered.
Hanamichi: Fox? What are you doing here?
Rukawa: I wanted to train but I saw you here. You have recovered?
Hanamichi: Yeah.
Rukawa: …
Rukawa did not say a word but only dribbled the ball towards the basket and with a powerful slam, the ball sank into the net.
Hanamichi: ^ What that fox! Showing off again, if not for the deal I had… ^
Rukawa: Stop giving me that stare.
Hanamichi: What?
Rukawa: You don't have to be friendly with me if you don't want to.
Hanamichi: The tensai will not listen to you.
Rukawa: Fine, let's see how much of a tensai you are now with your present form.
Hanamichi: What do you mean! I am as good as ever.
Rukawa: As if I believe.
Hanamichi: You had better. I will beat you soon!
Rukawa: How soon? You definitely cannot put in the ball from here. *Points to the 3-point line* If you can't do it, you will never win me.
Hanamichi: Let me show you! *Grabs ball from Rukawa*
Hanamichi dribbled from where they were to the 3-point line, heaving the ball upwards with all his might. He only saw the ball hit the board and rebounded.
Rukawa: I told you.
Hanamichi: That was only practise. I will do it again!
Rukawa: Sure. *Hands the ball over to him*
Hanamichi: This time, the ball "hit" the thin air and dropped with a thud onto the ground.
Rukawa: Still want to try?
Hanamichi: I will challenge you after I have master it!
Rukawa: … ^I will wait and see. ^
Hanamichi left the basketball court with Rukawa watching him leave. Strangely, Hanamichi didn't feel the strong hatred for Rukawa anymore. Instead, he felt the desire in him to win the fox; it was no longer enmity, but a friendly challenge. Although they continued to squabble, it was only natural, something that cannot be change.
Rukawa continued his practise. An unusual smile appeared on his face. It had been a long time since they had last fought and the familiar feeling felt good. Rukawa replayed the moment in his mind repeatedly and the day ended with Rukawa slamming the ball into the basket, leaving the basket still vibrating even after he left the court.
[Next day]
It was yet another cold winter day. Snow was pouring outside and a chilly wind was blowing outside the basketball court. Lucky for Hanamichi, the basketball court was an indoor one and that spared him from the cold. Hanamichi was doing his "normal" training, which were 1000 baskets per day. After all, he had done training that had been more intensive. (2000 shots a day! Before the IH competitions) Finding his accuracy near the basket, Hanamichi is practising his shots from slightly further way.
Hanamichi: 501…502…damn…503…504…505…
On and on, Hanamichi went, hardly stopping to take a break. His back had appeared to heal completely. He felt no pain at all, even after straining himself. He felt perfectly fine. A certain someone stood behind the door and watched as Hanamichi put in ball after ball. It was already 5 p.m. in the evening and Hanamichi had been there since 12. (There were no school since they were in their winter break) Struggling to put in the balls at the beginning, it took him quite a while before he finally got used to the positioning and the rhythm. As Hanamichi tried to put in his 525th ball, the ball slipped from his hand.
Hanamichi: Damn!
Hanamichi went after that ball and from his corner of his eyes caught sight of a shadow by the door.
Hanamichi: ^Who is that? ^ Who is that by the door, sneaking up on the tensai.
Hanamichi's voice echoed through the empty basketball court. There was no reply. Only silence.
Hanamichi raced to the door only to face the darkness of the night.
Hanamichi: ^ I have been hearing things? ^ *Scratches his head*
Picking up his basketball, Hanamichi carried on his training, he had only one more week and he had to get back his form.
Hanamichi: 525…526...527…528…
By the time Hanamichi had put in the 1000th shot, he was already too tired to raise his finger. He collapsed onto the cold floor, falling fast asleep…
He hurried away from the stadium. He can't be seen. How psychotic he would have seemed. Luckily, for him, he had been quick enough to jump into the nearby bush, or else he had been discovered. The red head had been soaked to his skin. Watching him had been a pleasure. His shooting although not as accurate was still passable. After all, he had only been discharge for the second day. Maybe after a few more days he would be ready for the winter championships. After all, he is Hanamichi Sakuragi.
[Next day]
Hanamichi awoke to find himself on the basketball court. His arms ache slightly, but still he was determined to carry out his plan. He did 200 shots from near the basket and the rest further away. He kept going, noting his mistakes as the ball rebounded. After a long time, Hanamichi stopped for a break. His hands were becoming like jelly, thoroughly worn out. Wiping himself dry, Hanamichi grabbed his bottle and begin pouring water into his mouth.
A cold silent figure moved across the court and a ball sank into the basket.
Hanamichi looked up to see Rukawa shooting.
Hanamichi: When did you come in fox?
Rukawa: Just.
Hanamichi: I see.
Rukawa: Been here for very long?
Hanamichi: Sort of…
Rukawa: … Ready for the challenge?
Hanamichi: …*Red in face*
Rukawa: …*Looks at Hanamichi for answer*
Hanamichi: No…
Rukawa: ^ No? He actually said no. ^
Hanamichi: I need to practise more. ^ What the hell are you saying, take him on! ^
Rukawa: …
Rukawa did not say a word, but walk away to practise on his own.
Hanamichi: ^ Why didn't you take him on! Now he thinks that you are worse then him, that you are scared of him. ^
Hanamichi's angle appeared on his shoulder.
Angel: But you are not ready. It is ok.
Devil: *pops up from the other shoulder* Come on, you know that he is afraid.
Hanamichi: What me afraid of that fox!
Devil: Yes.
Hanamichi: What!
Angel: Clam down, don't listen to him, you just keep shooting and you will beat him soon!
Hanamichi: Yah, I will beat him some day.
Devil: Yah someday, when he is old and dying.
Hanamichi: You…you…shut up!
Unconsciously, Hanamichi yelled the words out. Rukawa stared at the red head.
Rukawa: ^What is he doing? ^
Rukawa: Are you all right?
Hanamichi grasped at Rukawa, slightly surprised by the fox concern,
Hanamichi: ^Why would he care? ^
Sure, they are friends, but used to the cold shoulder he got from Rukawa, his warm concern was something unusual.
Rukawa: Anything wrong?
Hanamichi: No, I am all right.
Rukawa examined Hanamichi and seeing that he looked fine, returned to his own practise. Hanamichi silently cursed himself to have being so worked up. Picking up the basketball lying on the floor, he went to the opposite end of the court and started his shooting practise again.
The training session had been cancelled that afternoon. Ryota, Ayako and Mitsui had been unable to come to the training because Anzai wanted to meet them to talk about the team and who will play what position now that Akagi had left. Since both the three of them cannot make it a training would be useless.
To be continued…
Part: 19/?
Author: Issei
Genre: Yaoi
Paring: MitHanaRu… up to you to decipher!
Rating: PG
Archive: Sdfic ML and Jem's homepage!
1
2 Please ignore any typo errors/ gammer mistakes.
Disclaimer: the characters do not belong to me……dun sue!!
3
Warning: The characters may be OOC.
4
5 Words in * * is action
6 Words in ^ ^ is character's thoughts
Words in [ ] refer to the setting
Words in ( ) are words by writer…^_______^
6.1 Chapter 19
The days passed quickly as autumn changes to winter. The first snow came early this year. Winter had set in and so did the winter championship that was to begin in one and half weeks. Hanamichi who had been waiting and waiting for his injury to recover was finally given the go ahead by the doctor to play basketball again.
Hanamichi: So can I play basketball?
Doctor: Yes, your injury had recovered very well and you can start playing basketball again, but bear in mind to start slow and slowly build up. ^ I have never met anyone who can recover so well, is he an animal or what? ^
Hanamichi: Yes, doctor!
Hanamichi had never felt so carefree before. His suppressed energy stored up over the months zapped through his body again. He was the energetic Hanamichi again, not the one who has to lie in bed or sit down when everyone was playing. He was free from injury again! Dressed thickly in winter clothes, Hanamichi sped down the street, feeling the cold of the snow burned against his skin.
The sound of ball bouncing echoed through the basketball court. It was now empty, as it was already nine at night. Everyone had already gone, well almost except for a single person who stayed behind to practise. It is none other than the-
Hanamichi: Tensai! I am the tensai!
Hanamichi was overjoyed, as he was able to maintain his shooting under the basket to a certain degree of accuracy. Although it was not as sharp as it used to be, but after hours of practise, Hanamichi had manage to obtain high percentages for his shooting. Remembering the doctor's advice, Hanamichi picked up his towel and headed for the changing room. As Hanamichi headed for the door, he heard a voice spoke.
Voice: So, you have recovered.
Hanamichi: Fox? What are you doing here?
Rukawa: I wanted to train but I saw you here. You have recovered?
Hanamichi: Yeah.
Rukawa: …
Rukawa did not say a word but only dribbled the ball towards the basket and with a powerful slam, the ball sank into the net.
Hanamichi: ^ What that fox! Showing off again, if not for the deal I had… ^
Rukawa: Stop giving me that stare.
Hanamichi: What?
Rukawa: You don't have to be friendly with me if you don't want to.
Hanamichi: The tensai will not listen to you.
Rukawa: Fine, let's see how much of a tensai you are now with your present form.
Hanamichi: What do you mean! I am as good as ever.
Rukawa: As if I believe.
Hanamichi: You had better. I will beat you soon!
Rukawa: How soon? You definitely cannot put in the ball from here. *Points to the 3-point line* If you can't do it, you will never win me.
Hanamichi: Let me show you! *Grabs ball from Rukawa*
Hanamichi dribbled from where they were to the 3-point line, heaving the ball upwards with all his might. He only saw the ball hit the board and rebounded.
Rukawa: I told you.
Hanamichi: That was only practise. I will do it again!
Rukawa: Sure. *Hands the ball over to him*
Hanamichi: This time, the ball "hit" the thin air and dropped with a thud onto the ground.
Rukawa: Still want to try?
Hanamichi: I will challenge you after I have master it!
Rukawa: … ^I will wait and see. ^
Hanamichi left the basketball court with Rukawa watching him leave. Strangely, Hanamichi didn't feel the strong hatred for Rukawa anymore. Instead, he felt the desire in him to win the fox; it was no longer enmity, but a friendly challenge. Although they continued to squabble, it was only natural, something that cannot be change.
Rukawa continued his practise. An unusual smile appeared on his face. It had been a long time since they had last fought and the familiar feeling felt good. Rukawa replayed the moment in his mind repeatedly and the day ended with Rukawa slamming the ball into the basket, leaving the basket still vibrating even after he left the court.
[Next day]
It was yet another cold winter day. Snow was pouring outside and a chilly wind was blowing outside the basketball court. Lucky for Hanamichi, the basketball court was an indoor one and that spared him from the cold. Hanamichi was doing his "normal" training, which were 1000 baskets per day. After all, he had done training that had been more intensive. (2000 shots a day! Before the IH competitions) Finding his accuracy near the basket, Hanamichi is practising his shots from slightly further way.
Hanamichi: 501…502…damn…503…504…505…
On and on, Hanamichi went, hardly stopping to take a break. His back had appeared to heal completely. He felt no pain at all, even after straining himself. He felt perfectly fine. A certain someone stood behind the door and watched as Hanamichi put in ball after ball. It was already 5 p.m. in the evening and Hanamichi had been there since 12. (There were no school since they were in their winter break) Struggling to put in the balls at the beginning, it took him quite a while before he finally got used to the positioning and the rhythm. As Hanamichi tried to put in his 525th ball, the ball slipped from his hand.
Hanamichi: Damn!
Hanamichi went after that ball and from his corner of his eyes caught sight of a shadow by the door.
Hanamichi: ^Who is that? ^ Who is that by the door, sneaking up on the tensai.
Hanamichi's voice echoed through the empty basketball court. There was no reply. Only silence.
Hanamichi raced to the door only to face the darkness of the night.
Hanamichi: ^ I have been hearing things? ^ *Scratches his head*
Picking up his basketball, Hanamichi carried on his training, he had only one more week and he had to get back his form.
Hanamichi: 525…526...527…528…
By the time Hanamichi had put in the 1000th shot, he was already too tired to raise his finger. He collapsed onto the cold floor, falling fast asleep…
He hurried away from the stadium. He can't be seen. How psychotic he would have seemed. Luckily, for him, he had been quick enough to jump into the nearby bush, or else he had been discovered. The red head had been soaked to his skin. Watching him had been a pleasure. His shooting although not as accurate was still passable. After all, he had only been discharge for the second day. Maybe after a few more days he would be ready for the winter championships. After all, he is Hanamichi Sakuragi.
[Next day]
Hanamichi awoke to find himself on the basketball court. His arms ache slightly, but still he was determined to carry out his plan. He did 200 shots from near the basket and the rest further away. He kept going, noting his mistakes as the ball rebounded. After a long time, Hanamichi stopped for a break. His hands were becoming like jelly, thoroughly worn out. Wiping himself dry, Hanamichi grabbed his bottle and begin pouring water into his mouth.
A cold silent figure moved across the court and a ball sank into the basket.
Hanamichi looked up to see Rukawa shooting.
Hanamichi: When did you come in fox?
Rukawa: Just.
Hanamichi: I see.
Rukawa: Been here for very long?
Hanamichi: Sort of…
Rukawa: … Ready for the challenge?
Hanamichi: …*Red in face*
Rukawa: …*Looks at Hanamichi for answer*
Hanamichi: No…
Rukawa: ^ No? He actually said no. ^
Hanamichi: I need to practise more. ^ What the hell are you saying, take him on! ^
Rukawa: …
Rukawa did not say a word, but walk away to practise on his own.
Hanamichi: ^ Why didn't you take him on! Now he thinks that you are worse then him, that you are scared of him. ^
Hanamichi's angle appeared on his shoulder.
Angel: But you are not ready. It is ok.
Devil: *pops up from the other shoulder* Come on, you know that he is afraid.
Hanamichi: What me afraid of that fox!
Devil: Yes.
Hanamichi: What!
Angel: Clam down, don't listen to him, you just keep shooting and you will beat him soon!
Hanamichi: Yah, I will beat him some day.
Devil: Yah someday, when he is old and dying.
Hanamichi: You…you…shut up!
Unconsciously, Hanamichi yelled the words out. Rukawa stared at the red head.
Rukawa: ^What is he doing? ^
Rukawa: Are you all right?
Hanamichi grasped at Rukawa, slightly surprised by the fox concern,
Hanamichi: ^Why would he care? ^
Sure, they are friends, but used to the cold shoulder he got from Rukawa, his warm concern was something unusual.
Rukawa: Anything wrong?
Hanamichi: No, I am all right.
Rukawa examined Hanamichi and seeing that he looked fine, returned to his own practise. Hanamichi silently cursed himself to have being so worked up. Picking up the basketball lying on the floor, he went to the opposite end of the court and started his shooting practise again.
The training session had been cancelled that afternoon. Ryota, Ayako and Mitsui had been unable to come to the training because Anzai wanted to meet them to talk about the team and who will play what position now that Akagi had left. Since both the three of them cannot make it a training would be useless.
To be continued…