The Chinese New Year, as well as Valentines Day are done and over with, but I still can't figure out how to end this story! Anyway, it's no matter. It will come to me… eventually!
As for the story, instead of making up characters, I'll just do inserts of our Slam Dunk authors whom I have been acquainted with lately. So if you want yourself paired up with Rukawa, just email me saying that you do want to. A profile of yourself might deem useful, even if it's just made up… Email me at korosu37@yahoo.com.
Who's the lucky girl this time around? Heheheh… I apologize in advance…
Standard disclaimers apply.
Please don't take my fic.
The Bachelor… Rukawa's StoryChapter 4: A Lunch Date With sinful ai
Neglecting the importance of knocking on one's room, I barged in on a very much asleep Sendoh.
Who cares if I disturb him? He'll get all the sleep when he dies anyway… which I believe won't be too far away now… not if I can help killing him on the spot…
Sendoh literally leaped out of bed, his bed covers wrapped around him.
"Dammit Kaede! Why dontcha knock, for hell's sake?! You know I always sleep… umm… you know…" his voice trailed off in embarrassment.
… Uhhh, okay. So he was naked. Big deal. First of all, like I would notice his buck nakedness at a f**king time like this… when all I could think off was chopping his head off. And secondly, even if I did notice, did he think I would turn all red and aroused?
We're both men here right?
"Shit, Akira! What were you thinking, you bastard?"
His face scrunched up innocently.
Grrr… what I wouldn't do to punch the lights out of him right now…
"What are you talking about Kaede?" He gave me a sly smile. "Things didn't work out with E-chan?"
… All it takes is self-control and patience… self-control… self-control… you will not commit murder… you will not commit murder…
His jaw dropped. "Damn! E-chan's a babe!" He raised his hands in defeat. "You're hopeless Kaede. Just hopeless…"
I lunged at him and grabbed his collar. I had just enough of him. "Urusei! Why don't you just ask the damn girl what the hell had gone wrong?! I will not have you meddling in my affairs any longer!"
I pushed him away from me, fighting the urge to throw him out the window.
"… Kaede…"
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I struggle to keep my eyes open. After my late squabble with Sendoh last night, hopes of getting sleep were out of the question.
10:30 AM
A cup of smelly black coffee beside my overflowing "out" box underneath my even more overflowing "in" box… 2 stacks of paperwork.
::: groan… :::
… Great… just what I need… so goddamn early in the morning…
KNOCK KNOCK
The door opened and Aoino stepped inside my office.
I glowered at him. After all, he pioneered every single, disastrous date I've had… can't blame it all on Sendoh.
"I don't remember letting you in, Aoino," I said crisply.
"Rukawa-san, let me remind you that today's the 15th… we have to arrange your marriage in accordance to your father's deadline… which is tomorrow. I have come to ask for your cooperation, sir."
I looked at him and nodded.
::: sigh :::
I understand.
"… Okay, what are you planning?"
Aoino smiled triumphantly.
"Since it's pretty much short notice at this point, I've set you up with my niece, sinful ai. Your lunch date with her is at 12:30 PM, at the Café Carta. You shouldn't make her wait!"
I dismissed his hopeful face out of mine. "At this point, I really don't care when or where I should meet her. Just make sure that it goes well," I muttered through gritted teeth.
Aoino just glowed (I don't know how, I can't explain that aura he just gave off).
"You won't regret this, Rukawa-san!"
He gave me this scary smile, horrifyingly similar to that of Sendoh's.
::: gulp :::
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I ran all the way to the Café Carta, awfully late.
I accidentally fell asleep in the midst of doing my paperwork, that's why. But it wasn't entirely my fault.
Darn that alarm clock.
But Aoino surely wanted to beat the hell out of me. Heheheh.
I looked at the paper Aoino gave me.
// … Wearing a light blue dress and sunglasses… Table #4636… //
"You're late."
I snapped my head in surprise at the lady in front of me.
Oh, right. Table #4636, girl in light blue and shades… Yup, that was her.
"Sinful ai, I presume?" As much as I hated practicing etiquette (read: I don't practice it at all), I extended my hand in greeting.
She smiled faintly in annoyance, with a slight hint of flair.
Oh great, a snooty, country-club girl. I could feel my insides desperately seeking refuge under the table. But in this case, self-control is absolutely essential.
I stayed put.
She obviously noticed my uneasiness and placed a hand on my stiff shoulder.
"… Relax… Kaede-kun…"
::: sweatdrop :::
…
Do anything…
She smiled sweetly.
… Just don't touch me…
I snapped.
I punched her…
POW
… Right in the kisser.