Title: Struggle
Part: 25/?
Author: Issei
Genre: Yaoi
Paring: MitHanaRu…still unknown…
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.
Writer's Note: Hello! Me being very "productive" this week! Yeah! But stupid, next week have a timetable that is pack full of lectures and tutorials! Guess have been slacking too much this week and is getting retribution! Hmm there is a bit of change of style here I guess, more narration instead of dialogue. Hope it will be better this way. And do give me C&Cs and as usual enjoy!
4 Words in * * is action
5 Words in ^ ^ is character's thoughts
Words in [ ] refer to the setting
Words in ( ) are words by writer…^_______^
5.1 Chapter 25
Ayako entered her room with a cloud of gloom hanging over her head. Her eyes were faraway and tired. As if the day's event was too much for her to bear. She put her bag heavily onto the chair and started twirling her hair between her fingers. Her trails of thoughts were broken by a shout.
Woman: Ayako! Time to bath!
Ayako gave a sigh.
Ayako: ^Why do old people like to nag so much. ^
She willed her tired legs to stand and from her wardrobe of clothes, pulled out her pyjamas and towel. She lifted her hand slowly to open the door, she felt weary both physically and mentally.
Ayako: I am coming Mum.
Her voice cracked as she shouted to her mother. She knew that it was wise to do as told or else there will be no end to her shouts. She coughed a little as if the shouting she had done all day were taking effect on her voice box.
A matted hair girl entered the room, in an oversize t-shirt and her shorts barely visible under the shirt. She was drying her hair with the towel and when she finally thought that it was dry enough, she threw the towel onto the nearby chair and collapsed into her warm sung bed. She felt her body sink slightly into the soft mattress, her body was well rested on she could feel every inch of her relaxing from the day's work. Her eyelids were getting heavy and she felt so much like sleeping. Yet, her mind refused to rest although she was already at the brink of over exhaustions. Every training had been difficult although she had been doing the job for more than 1 year now. It was a tiring job, to cheer to motivate and encourage. Yet, at the same time, you have to maintain the belief that they could win. Ayako hugged a pillow closed to her, as if hoping that by doing so, she could sleep. But sleep did not dawn on her. Tired as she was, her mind refuse to let go of the fact that Ryota was leaving. She did not want him to leave, after all, they had known each other for so long and it would be suddenly losing a friend. Although she did not like him they way he does, she did not hate him either. Instead, she had always treated him as a good friend. She recalled all the times Ryota pleaded with her, all his puppy look, all the times when he got distracted in matches and all the times his eyes would liked up if she praised him. Then the thought struck her, all these will be gone if he was to go. She knew that if she had asked him to stay, he might just stay. Yet, who was she to ask him to stay? She did not know? She buried her head into the pillow and her tiredness finally took over her. She was asleep.
Ryota opened the door to his room; he dragged his tired legs to the nearby bed and collapsed onto it. He had wanted to keep it a secret or at least until after the championships. He knew a few weeks back that his family will be moving to Tokyo. His father had been transferred to the head quarters and he had accepted the posting much to the dismay of Ryota. He did not ever thought he was going to leave this state, not in a million years, but he had to face up to reality now, he had go. Although he knew that he would be able to stay at least till high school was over if he begged his father, he did not want to. His pride and his disdain of having to implore others were all against the very action. He had asked his father to allow him to stay till the winter championships are over, so that he had be responsible and his father had agreed. Ryota knew that he had stay if someone had asked him to stay, people who are special to him. Ryota pulled himself up and headed for the bathroom and from a far, the showers could b heard running.
The day before the championships came quickly. The school's basketball court was empty, not a soul in sight. Ryota had wanted everyone to stay home instead of training so that they would be well rested and energetic for the game the next day. A shadow cast on the floor of the basketball court as the door was slide over. A lean figure dribbled the ball in, in his shorts and a black t-shirt he bounced the ball to the middle of the court. His eyes were focused and looked straight ahead of him. He did a few dodges and finally with much ease slipped the ball into the basket. He was none other than the best rookie in the star, Rukawa Kaede.
From the door, entered a figure with flaming red hair, I was no longer short like a monk, instead, it was bad to the usual style when he had just joined the basketball team. Gelled up neatly, with a jacket over his shoulder, Hanamichi strolled into the court, confident that he would beat the fox the very day.
Hanamichi: showing off again, fox!
Rukawa: Ready?
Hanamichi: More than ever.
Without another word, Rukawa threw a ball at Hanamichi, which he caught with his right hand. With his arms raised, Rukawa stood in Hanamichi's way, blocking his way to the basket. Hanamichi smiled, he knew it, Rukawa would let him have the advantage of starting first. Hanamichi took a firm step back and with his quick jump, he was in the air before Rukawa knew it and he was going for a three point. Without anyone blocking him, Hanamichi put the shot in with a soft "swoosh".
Rukawa stared at the guy before him.
Rukawa: ^He had improved again, seemed that he had master three-point shot in just a week. ^
Rukawa gave a small smile one that one could hardly see. So, this is going to be a challenge. Hanamichi retrieved the ball and fling it to Rukawa.
Hanamichi: Don't you dare think that the challenge will be easy.
Hanamichi gave Rukawa a smirk. Rukawa ignored it and answered in his usual icy way.
Rukawa: I never thought it was.
Hanamichi: You did not?
Hanamichi had surprised painted all over his face. Rukawa did not bothered about it and moved forward, trying to shake Hanamichi off, Hanamichi realised that Rukawa was already attacking and quickly shook himself out of the trance and with his arms raised, tried to block Rukawa. Yet, his lack of experience put him to a great disadvantage, Rukawa got past him after making a fake moves.
Rukawa: 3 – 2
Rukawa spoke, keeping the score. He knew that he would win Hanamichi; his defence was still the same, full of loopholes. Maybe if he could train up on his defence he would make a great player. But defence cannot be trained up it can only be learned through games, through he accumulation of experience.
The hour past quickly and the challenge ended with Hanamichi losing again. Hanamichi glared angrily at Rukawa as if he had cheated in the game.
Hanamichi: I don't care. I want another round!
Rukawa: You will still loss.
Hanamichi: No I won't I am the tensai!
Rukawa: Your moves are too predictable.
Hanamichi: I won't listen to the enemy
Rukawa: … ^Fine. ^
Rukawa felt himself burning inside. He did not understand how a person could be so stubborn, didn't he see that he would loss at his standard. Is he blind or what? Rukawa stalked away, leaving Hanamichi grumbling on the court.
Inside the changing room, Rukawa on the tap and allowed the running water to run onto his head. Water dripped down his face and onto the sink. Slowly but surely, his anger was smooth.
Rukawa: ^That baka is just like this. ^
Rukawa told himself slowly, was that not what he liked about him. His determination. He had long been capable of feeling; it was only hidden under his expressionless face. In fact, he was rather proud of his ability to keep his emotions in control. Showing one's emotion was the greatest weakness in the world. It could be made use of. Rukawa lifted his head up from the tap. He looked around and saw that Hanamichi had not arrived yet.
Rukawa: Hmm what is that idiot up to again?
Rukawa towelled himself dry and walked back to the court only to see Hanamichi shooting.
Rukawa: It is not you accuracy, baka, your moves are too easy to read.
Rukawa said without much of a thought.
Hanamichi: What fox?
Rukawa: You, your moves are all the same.
Hanamichi: So?
Rukawa: You have to have more variation.
Hanamichi: How?
Rukawa: Watch.
Rukawa picked up the ball and started to demonstrate different ways to put the ball into the basket. Hanamichi watched in awe.
Rukawa: This, that, this and this, see?
Hanamichi: ^There is actually that many ways to shoot! ^
Hanamichi stared at the fox. A question popped up in his mind. Why is the fox showing him all that. They were not on close terms. And no one would want to teach the enemy.
Hanamichi: Oi, fox, why are you showing me all that?
Hanamichi asked, his brain over brimming with curiosity. It was an unusual act by Rukawa. In fact, it made him very much un-Rukawa. And most importantly, he did not want to learn from the fox! Although he had been told to learn as much as he could from Anzai, it was still very much against his "principle" to learn secretly. It was a lowly method and it did not fit him al all. (or does it?) Hanamichi stood with his arms crossed waiting for a reply.
Rukawa: Our team is not strong enough.
Hanamichi: And so?
Hanamichi continued his stare at Rukawa. He had no understanding towards what he had just said, in fact; it had no meaning to him at all. Rukawa returned the stare with a cold gaze.
Rukawa: ^Is he an idiot or what? ^
Rukawa was boiling inside; he had never met such a dumb person before. Does things always be straight and direct? Can't he see the meaning behind things? He counted to 10 in his head. He was after all Rukawa, and he had not shown his anger to anyone and he was not going to show it this time either.
Rukawa: If we want to be stronger, we need you to be stronger.
Rukawa instantly regretted what he had said. He knew that Hanamichi was going to feel that he is the ace man and get his head bloated and he will start his horrible laughter. And it was pure irritation seeing him like this. Yet, whenever he playing on court, he felt a strange attraction towards the determination and confidence.
Hanamichi: Are you imploring my help?
Hanamichi asked. However, he was not like what Rukawa had predicted, he was especially clam, as if it was a natural thing. Hanamichi would have laughed his trademark laughter and jumped at the words of Rukawa. Rukawa had finally admitted that he needed his help to win. But he was too stunned to talk. He would not have expected the fox to admit to him and everything was just out of the order of natural.
To be continued…
This is a very long chapter… the longest ever… and I hope all of you are still alive. Please give me your C&Cs if you still are… haha… hmm this fic will be ending soon I promise…. Maybe another few chapters… dun know if I can make it through but well I will try.
Part: 25/?
Author: Issei
Genre: Yaoi
Paring: MitHanaRu…still unknown…
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.
Writer's Note: Hello! Me being very "productive" this week! Yeah! But stupid, next week have a timetable that is pack full of lectures and tutorials! Guess have been slacking too much this week and is getting retribution! Hmm there is a bit of change of style here I guess, more narration instead of dialogue. Hope it will be better this way. And do give me C&Cs and as usual enjoy!
4 Words in * * is action
5 Words in ^ ^ is character's thoughts
Words in [ ] refer to the setting
Words in ( ) are words by writer…^_______^
5.1 Chapter 25
Ayako entered her room with a cloud of gloom hanging over her head. Her eyes were faraway and tired. As if the day's event was too much for her to bear. She put her bag heavily onto the chair and started twirling her hair between her fingers. Her trails of thoughts were broken by a shout.
Woman: Ayako! Time to bath!
Ayako gave a sigh.
Ayako: ^Why do old people like to nag so much. ^
She willed her tired legs to stand and from her wardrobe of clothes, pulled out her pyjamas and towel. She lifted her hand slowly to open the door, she felt weary both physically and mentally.
Ayako: I am coming Mum.
Her voice cracked as she shouted to her mother. She knew that it was wise to do as told or else there will be no end to her shouts. She coughed a little as if the shouting she had done all day were taking effect on her voice box.
A matted hair girl entered the room, in an oversize t-shirt and her shorts barely visible under the shirt. She was drying her hair with the towel and when she finally thought that it was dry enough, she threw the towel onto the nearby chair and collapsed into her warm sung bed. She felt her body sink slightly into the soft mattress, her body was well rested on she could feel every inch of her relaxing from the day's work. Her eyelids were getting heavy and she felt so much like sleeping. Yet, her mind refused to rest although she was already at the brink of over exhaustions. Every training had been difficult although she had been doing the job for more than 1 year now. It was a tiring job, to cheer to motivate and encourage. Yet, at the same time, you have to maintain the belief that they could win. Ayako hugged a pillow closed to her, as if hoping that by doing so, she could sleep. But sleep did not dawn on her. Tired as she was, her mind refuse to let go of the fact that Ryota was leaving. She did not want him to leave, after all, they had known each other for so long and it would be suddenly losing a friend. Although she did not like him they way he does, she did not hate him either. Instead, she had always treated him as a good friend. She recalled all the times Ryota pleaded with her, all his puppy look, all the times when he got distracted in matches and all the times his eyes would liked up if she praised him. Then the thought struck her, all these will be gone if he was to go. She knew that if she had asked him to stay, he might just stay. Yet, who was she to ask him to stay? She did not know? She buried her head into the pillow and her tiredness finally took over her. She was asleep.
Ryota opened the door to his room; he dragged his tired legs to the nearby bed and collapsed onto it. He had wanted to keep it a secret or at least until after the championships. He knew a few weeks back that his family will be moving to Tokyo. His father had been transferred to the head quarters and he had accepted the posting much to the dismay of Ryota. He did not ever thought he was going to leave this state, not in a million years, but he had to face up to reality now, he had go. Although he knew that he would be able to stay at least till high school was over if he begged his father, he did not want to. His pride and his disdain of having to implore others were all against the very action. He had asked his father to allow him to stay till the winter championships are over, so that he had be responsible and his father had agreed. Ryota knew that he had stay if someone had asked him to stay, people who are special to him. Ryota pulled himself up and headed for the bathroom and from a far, the showers could b heard running.
The day before the championships came quickly. The school's basketball court was empty, not a soul in sight. Ryota had wanted everyone to stay home instead of training so that they would be well rested and energetic for the game the next day. A shadow cast on the floor of the basketball court as the door was slide over. A lean figure dribbled the ball in, in his shorts and a black t-shirt he bounced the ball to the middle of the court. His eyes were focused and looked straight ahead of him. He did a few dodges and finally with much ease slipped the ball into the basket. He was none other than the best rookie in the star, Rukawa Kaede.
From the door, entered a figure with flaming red hair, I was no longer short like a monk, instead, it was bad to the usual style when he had just joined the basketball team. Gelled up neatly, with a jacket over his shoulder, Hanamichi strolled into the court, confident that he would beat the fox the very day.
Hanamichi: showing off again, fox!
Rukawa: Ready?
Hanamichi: More than ever.
Without another word, Rukawa threw a ball at Hanamichi, which he caught with his right hand. With his arms raised, Rukawa stood in Hanamichi's way, blocking his way to the basket. Hanamichi smiled, he knew it, Rukawa would let him have the advantage of starting first. Hanamichi took a firm step back and with his quick jump, he was in the air before Rukawa knew it and he was going for a three point. Without anyone blocking him, Hanamichi put the shot in with a soft "swoosh".
Rukawa stared at the guy before him.
Rukawa: ^He had improved again, seemed that he had master three-point shot in just a week. ^
Rukawa gave a small smile one that one could hardly see. So, this is going to be a challenge. Hanamichi retrieved the ball and fling it to Rukawa.
Hanamichi: Don't you dare think that the challenge will be easy.
Hanamichi gave Rukawa a smirk. Rukawa ignored it and answered in his usual icy way.
Rukawa: I never thought it was.
Hanamichi: You did not?
Hanamichi had surprised painted all over his face. Rukawa did not bothered about it and moved forward, trying to shake Hanamichi off, Hanamichi realised that Rukawa was already attacking and quickly shook himself out of the trance and with his arms raised, tried to block Rukawa. Yet, his lack of experience put him to a great disadvantage, Rukawa got past him after making a fake moves.
Rukawa: 3 – 2
Rukawa spoke, keeping the score. He knew that he would win Hanamichi; his defence was still the same, full of loopholes. Maybe if he could train up on his defence he would make a great player. But defence cannot be trained up it can only be learned through games, through he accumulation of experience.
The hour past quickly and the challenge ended with Hanamichi losing again. Hanamichi glared angrily at Rukawa as if he had cheated in the game.
Hanamichi: I don't care. I want another round!
Rukawa: You will still loss.
Hanamichi: No I won't I am the tensai!
Rukawa: Your moves are too predictable.
Hanamichi: I won't listen to the enemy
Rukawa: … ^Fine. ^
Rukawa felt himself burning inside. He did not understand how a person could be so stubborn, didn't he see that he would loss at his standard. Is he blind or what? Rukawa stalked away, leaving Hanamichi grumbling on the court.
Inside the changing room, Rukawa on the tap and allowed the running water to run onto his head. Water dripped down his face and onto the sink. Slowly but surely, his anger was smooth.
Rukawa: ^That baka is just like this. ^
Rukawa told himself slowly, was that not what he liked about him. His determination. He had long been capable of feeling; it was only hidden under his expressionless face. In fact, he was rather proud of his ability to keep his emotions in control. Showing one's emotion was the greatest weakness in the world. It could be made use of. Rukawa lifted his head up from the tap. He looked around and saw that Hanamichi had not arrived yet.
Rukawa: Hmm what is that idiot up to again?
Rukawa towelled himself dry and walked back to the court only to see Hanamichi shooting.
Rukawa: It is not you accuracy, baka, your moves are too easy to read.
Rukawa said without much of a thought.
Hanamichi: What fox?
Rukawa: You, your moves are all the same.
Hanamichi: So?
Rukawa: You have to have more variation.
Hanamichi: How?
Rukawa: Watch.
Rukawa picked up the ball and started to demonstrate different ways to put the ball into the basket. Hanamichi watched in awe.
Rukawa: This, that, this and this, see?
Hanamichi: ^There is actually that many ways to shoot! ^
Hanamichi stared at the fox. A question popped up in his mind. Why is the fox showing him all that. They were not on close terms. And no one would want to teach the enemy.
Hanamichi: Oi, fox, why are you showing me all that?
Hanamichi asked, his brain over brimming with curiosity. It was an unusual act by Rukawa. In fact, it made him very much un-Rukawa. And most importantly, he did not want to learn from the fox! Although he had been told to learn as much as he could from Anzai, it was still very much against his "principle" to learn secretly. It was a lowly method and it did not fit him al all. (or does it?) Hanamichi stood with his arms crossed waiting for a reply.
Rukawa: Our team is not strong enough.
Hanamichi: And so?
Hanamichi continued his stare at Rukawa. He had no understanding towards what he had just said, in fact; it had no meaning to him at all. Rukawa returned the stare with a cold gaze.
Rukawa: ^Is he an idiot or what? ^
Rukawa was boiling inside; he had never met such a dumb person before. Does things always be straight and direct? Can't he see the meaning behind things? He counted to 10 in his head. He was after all Rukawa, and he had not shown his anger to anyone and he was not going to show it this time either.
Rukawa: If we want to be stronger, we need you to be stronger.
Rukawa instantly regretted what he had said. He knew that Hanamichi was going to feel that he is the ace man and get his head bloated and he will start his horrible laughter. And it was pure irritation seeing him like this. Yet, whenever he playing on court, he felt a strange attraction towards the determination and confidence.
Hanamichi: Are you imploring my help?
Hanamichi asked. However, he was not like what Rukawa had predicted, he was especially clam, as if it was a natural thing. Hanamichi would have laughed his trademark laughter and jumped at the words of Rukawa. Rukawa had finally admitted that he needed his help to win. But he was too stunned to talk. He would not have expected the fox to admit to him and everything was just out of the order of natural.
To be continued…
This is a very long chapter… the longest ever… and I hope all of you are still alive. Please give me your C&Cs if you still are… haha… hmm this fic will be ending soon I promise…. Maybe another few chapters… dun know if I can make it through but well I will try.