::Time Heals All Wounds ::
[Chapter Five]
[Deja vu]
Disclaimer: Slam Dunk and its characters do not belong to me!
Author's Notes: This is the last chapter, for now, at least. But I love the characters, so they may be revived later on…
It was the weekend, and Kimi treated herself to a sleep-in. Her first month at school had gone well. Meeting Kogure felt like déjà vu, but she could not place him. Memories probably lay deep in her subconscious. Not that it mattered. She forced herself to think of something else.
"Lazy child," Miyuki chided as a yawning Kimi sat down at the table. Miyuki had already finished her breakfast and was reading the newspaper. Kimi just smiled sleepily and tucked into her meal.
Later, Kimi went out, prepared to go to the library. She wore a pair of cargo pants and a tight-fitting T-shirt.
She turned into an alley, a shortcut she had discovered about a week ago.
It was a mistake.
Halfway through, she was jumped by two hooligans brandishing pocketknives. She froze. Her memories of her family's death came flooding her mind.
"Give me you money," a stone-cold voice said.
The shorter robber snickered and added, "If you don't have any, then we could just take you instead!"
Both robbers smiled evilly. And stepped closer to her, their hands reaching for her. Not her bag, but her.
"Stop!"
Kogure's voice sounded louder than he had intended, and he hoped it sounded more powerful and forceful than he felt.
In a flash, he saw the relief on Kimi's face, as well as the surprised faces of the two robbers.
Looking around was their downfall.
"Hiyaah!" A roundhouse kick grabbed the robbers' attention. Followed by a series of quick punches and kicks.
Together, Kimi and Kogure made quick work of the trouble-makers.
"Kogure-kun…" Kimi's vision blurred with tears as she fell into his arms.
Unsure of what to do, Kogure just embraced her.
"I had an awful vision of myself dying like my parents and brother. They were killed by the yakuza. Kogure-kun, if you hadn't come, my fate would have been worse than death."
"Liar," Kogure joked gently, "you would have manhandled them all the same."
"No, I couldn't. I froze. I froze!" she cried.
Kogure hugged the almost-hysterical girl and wondered at the irony of the situation. Years ago, their roles had been reversed.
Kimi, with her head buried in Kogure's chest, was afraid.
I froze. I froze up. Again.
I did not retaliate.
I could not do anything.
My brain was numb.
I could have been…
I could have been…
Then, logic prevailed, and she thought, 'But I didn't.'
I am safe.
Then it hit her. She remembered where she had first met Kogure.
"Thanks, Four-Eyes."
Kogure was shocked. She remembered. He looked down at her.
Her face looked up at him. Her eyes were filled not with scorn, but something else.
Something else.
He remembered it too. She looked at his startled expression, and smiled.
"Kogure-kun, you're the best…"
"Kimi-chan, you remembered?" Kogure asked.
"Just now. Everything seemed so familiar just now."
"Then I can do what I've waited so long to do," Kogure paused dramatically at this moment, then continued, "I never really got a chance to say 'thank you' since you ran away so quickly, so here it is now: thank you for coming that day'."
"Kogure-kun, you came for me too…" Kimi said, as she reached up, putting her hands around Kogure's neck. He bent down and their lips met.
"You're the best thing that ever happened to me," Kogure whispered as his arms circled her waist.
A childhood acquaintance. A debt repaid. A love kindled. A heart healed.
Suzuki Kimi walked hand in hand with Kogure Kiminobu, feeling as though her heart had just become whole again.
Author's Notes:
I guess I need more practice and patience to actually write a long story…don't worry, one day I will! *looks determined* I fully appreciate the hard work of all the other writers with their endless tales, and I can tell you that your reviews really did help to spur me on! Now, my poor brain needs a break. Thanks for reading!
[Chapter Five]
[Deja vu]
Disclaimer: Slam Dunk and its characters do not belong to me!
Author's Notes: This is the last chapter, for now, at least. But I love the characters, so they may be revived later on…
It was the weekend, and Kimi treated herself to a sleep-in. Her first month at school had gone well. Meeting Kogure felt like déjà vu, but she could not place him. Memories probably lay deep in her subconscious. Not that it mattered. She forced herself to think of something else.
"Lazy child," Miyuki chided as a yawning Kimi sat down at the table. Miyuki had already finished her breakfast and was reading the newspaper. Kimi just smiled sleepily and tucked into her meal.
Later, Kimi went out, prepared to go to the library. She wore a pair of cargo pants and a tight-fitting T-shirt.
She turned into an alley, a shortcut she had discovered about a week ago.
It was a mistake.
Halfway through, she was jumped by two hooligans brandishing pocketknives. She froze. Her memories of her family's death came flooding her mind.
"Give me you money," a stone-cold voice said.
The shorter robber snickered and added, "If you don't have any, then we could just take you instead!"
Both robbers smiled evilly. And stepped closer to her, their hands reaching for her. Not her bag, but her.
"Stop!"
Kogure's voice sounded louder than he had intended, and he hoped it sounded more powerful and forceful than he felt.
In a flash, he saw the relief on Kimi's face, as well as the surprised faces of the two robbers.
Looking around was their downfall.
"Hiyaah!" A roundhouse kick grabbed the robbers' attention. Followed by a series of quick punches and kicks.
Together, Kimi and Kogure made quick work of the trouble-makers.
"Kogure-kun…" Kimi's vision blurred with tears as she fell into his arms.
Unsure of what to do, Kogure just embraced her.
"I had an awful vision of myself dying like my parents and brother. They were killed by the yakuza. Kogure-kun, if you hadn't come, my fate would have been worse than death."
"Liar," Kogure joked gently, "you would have manhandled them all the same."
"No, I couldn't. I froze. I froze!" she cried.
Kogure hugged the almost-hysterical girl and wondered at the irony of the situation. Years ago, their roles had been reversed.
Kimi, with her head buried in Kogure's chest, was afraid.
I froze. I froze up. Again.
I did not retaliate.
I could not do anything.
My brain was numb.
I could have been…
I could have been…
Then, logic prevailed, and she thought, 'But I didn't.'
I am safe.
Then it hit her. She remembered where she had first met Kogure.
"Thanks, Four-Eyes."
Kogure was shocked. She remembered. He looked down at her.
Her face looked up at him. Her eyes were filled not with scorn, but something else.
Something else.
He remembered it too. She looked at his startled expression, and smiled.
"Kogure-kun, you're the best…"
"Kimi-chan, you remembered?" Kogure asked.
"Just now. Everything seemed so familiar just now."
"Then I can do what I've waited so long to do," Kogure paused dramatically at this moment, then continued, "I never really got a chance to say 'thank you' since you ran away so quickly, so here it is now: thank you for coming that day'."
"Kogure-kun, you came for me too…" Kimi said, as she reached up, putting her hands around Kogure's neck. He bent down and their lips met.
"You're the best thing that ever happened to me," Kogure whispered as his arms circled her waist.
A childhood acquaintance. A debt repaid. A love kindled. A heart healed.
Suzuki Kimi walked hand in hand with Kogure Kiminobu, feeling as though her heart had just become whole again.
Author's Notes:
I guess I need more practice and patience to actually write a long story…don't worry, one day I will! *looks determined* I fully appreciate the hard work of all the other writers with their endless tales, and I can tell you that your reviews really did help to spur me on! Now, my poor brain needs a break. Thanks for reading!
