A/N: Konichiwa minna-san! I¡¯ve finally plopped down in front of the computer to type the next chapter! Actually, I¡¯ve been extra hardworking ¡­ ^__^ I couldn¡¯t decide whether to let Saemi enter Rukawa¡¯s class or Hanamichi¡¯s class, dakara, I¡¯ve decided to write both! This way, you can decide which version you want to read! For all of you who are expecting the typical girl-meets-boy, girl-falls-in-love ¨Cwith-boy story, you¡¯ll be quite disappointed! I still don¡¯t know how this fic will turn out so pls r&r! Suggestions welcome¡­

Disclaimers: Rukawa and gang are NOT owned by me, (unfortunately) I think we all know who Slam Dunk is owned by so pls don¡¯t sue me! I¡¯m just a penniless girl who happens to love Slam Dunk. ^__^

Chap 2-2 (Rukawa¡¯s class)

¡°Here you are, class 1-10, I¡¯ll meet you after class and we can go to watch basketball practice later!¡± Waving, Haruko turned and ran off to her own class, 1-1.

= I wish that we could be in the same class, than at least I would have a friend. How I hate this! I¡¯m always the new girl¡­= Scrunching up her eyes so as to prevent the hot tears from spilling out Saemi took a deep breath and tried to appear calm and collected, just as anyone would expect one of Japan¡¯s wealthiest man¡¯s daughter to look. Early on in life, Saemi had been taught the hard way that the only way to have self-confidence was to look confident and to be icy-cool.

Being small-sized for her age, she had been picked on a lot when she had first started school in America, besides she was Japanese and was looked down upon by some of the insensitive kids. She had returned from school with tears streaming down her face so many times and it had been her father who had comforted her. However, he had no time for her now, it seemed that she was only second to money.

Planting a confident smile on her face, she stepped into class as the teacher was taking attendance. ¡°Konichiwa sensei, I¡¯m the new student, Wantanabe Saemi.¡±

Her teacher, a decidedly unfriendly looking little man with glasses perched on the bridge of his nose stared back at her. ¡°Sit there.¡± he ordered, pointing to the empty seat somewhere near the back of the classroom.

As she walked to her seat, she could hear a lot of whispers. ¡°Isn¡¯t she the daughter of Wantanabe¨Csan, the famous movie producer?¡±

¡°That¡¯s why she looks so familiar, she has had some parts in movies before right?¡±

¡°She¡¯s even more kawaii in person!¡±

Looking straight ahead, Saemi refused to acknowledge any of their comments. That was one of the reasons that she was so close to Hisa-kun, he had known her way before her father had hit the big time, before they¡¯d became famous. He liked her for herself, not just because she was rich or famous. Besides, she¡¯d stopped acting for quite some time to concentrate on her studies, she was quite behind in some classes, though she was never in danger of ever failing anything.

She plopped down onto her seat, she noticed the sleeping figure next to her. = Are all students in Japan like that? = She sweatdropped. A bubble of drool escaped his mouth, and Saemi watched in horrified fascination as he continued drooling on the table. = How gross! Doesn¡¯t the teacher mind? = Sneaking a glance at the teacher, who was evilly glaring at Rukawa, the teacher was obviously unhappy.

=How come no one wakes him up? Eeurgh, I wonder who cleans the mess up on his table¡­ = Just then, she thought of something, =what if no one ever cleans it?! = Shuddering, she used poked him gently with her finger. When he didn¡¯t respond, she poked even harder. = Is he dead or what? Doesn¡¯t he respond to anything? =

Cautiously, she reached over and tugged his hair hard. Suddenly, he jerked his head up, shooting her the nastiest glare she had ever seen. Not to be outdone, she glared back at him.

¡°Oh, you¡¯re alive¡­¡±

¡° I won¡¯t forgive anyone who disturbs my sleep!¡±

Just as he was about to give her a punch, Rukawa found a piece of tissue being waved in front of his face. He blinked, trying to get used to the light. Ripping the offending piece of tissue away, he got a look at the new girl next to him. Saemi smiled angelically. She was pretty sure that He would not hit her, just because she was a girl. She was right, as Rukawa ignored her and went back to sleep.

Studying his sleepimg figure, Saemi came to a conclusion. =Really cute, but sleeps waaay too much. I wonder what he¡¯s like? = Prodding him with her pen she decided to ask him for the solution to her maths problem.

¡°Do you have the answer to question fifteen?¡±

¡°No.¡±

= How rude! = She decided to try again.

¡°Ano, watashi wa Wantanabe Saemi, you are?¡±

Silence.

Just as Saemi was about to shout at him for being so rude, he answered in a steady voice.

¡°Rukawa Kaede.¡±

¡°So¡­ Kaede-kun, do you know the answer to question fifteen?¡±

¡°Don¡¯t call me Kaede.¡±

¡°Gomen na sai, its just that in USA I¡¯m used to calling people by their first names.¡±

¡°USA?¡±

¡°Hai, I used to live there.¡±

¡°Used to live there?¡±

¡°I lived there for five years.¡±

¡°Five years?¡±

= First, he won¡¯t talk to me at all, next, he repeats everything that I say, what is wrong with him?! =

¡°Stop repeating everything that I say!¡±

¡°Repeating?¡±

¡°Aaaaahhh!¡±

The teacher stared at Saemi with the beady little eyes of his. ¡°Is something wrong?!¡±

Saemi blushed and looked down. = Its all that Rukawa¡¯s fault, now the sensei thinks that I¡¯m a troublemaker =

¡°Are the basketball players in USA good?¡±

Saemi stared at him. =Is he actually voluntarily talking to me? = She looked at him warily, as if expecting him to grow another head at any moment. He did not seem at all like the talkative kind to her.

¡°Erm, they¡¯re erm, quite good.¡± Biting her tongue, she looked down, irritated with herself for losing all power of speech.

¡°How good are they? Better than the players in Japan? How much better?¡±

= He is really persistent = She told him what she knew and so it went, him asking questions and Saemi answering.

Throughout their conversation, Saemi could hear many of the girls gossiping.

¡°I thought she¡¯s Mitsui¡¯s girlfriend? How come she¡¯s flirting with Rukawa?¡±

¡°Waaah! How come Rukawa¡¯s talking to her? I¡¯ve been trying to get his attention for soooo long!¡±

¡°Not fair! Rukawa¡¯s mine and mine alone!¡±

Saemi sweatdropped, what was Rukawa, a major star in school? I seemed as though every girl idolised him. = Gossip certainly flies fast around here = Turning back to Rukawa, she was not surprised to find him asleep. The only time he perked up was when she had spoken to him about basketball. Glancing at the clock, she sighed. Time was crawling by. Her ears pricked up at one of the comments.

¡°She really seems to go for guys who know how to fight.¡±

= What¡¯s that supposed to mean? Rukawa can fight? It looks to me like he only knows how to sleep! I know they think that I¡¯m with Mitsui so does that mean that Hisa-kun fights too? Impossible, I¡¯ve got to clear this up with him later. =

RIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNGGG!

Gathering her books Saemi walked out, amidst the students eagerly rushing out. Spotting Haruko, she waved happily, a smile lighting up her face.

¡°Saemi-chan!¡± Haruko came running towards them, with two of her friends trailing behind. ¡°Hayaku! Let¡¯s go to watch the basketball pr¡­¡±

~^@^~

Done with yet another chapter! *Smiles proudly* Well, please read and review, it won¡¯t take much of your time¡­ J To all those who reviewed, thank you all sooo much! Want to find out what happens? Me too! I will try to write faster but no promises, School work is really killing me! Maths is unspeakably tough! *goes swirly eyed* Ja!