::Time Heals All Wounds ::
[Chapter Six]
[Another]
Disclaimer: Slam Dunk and its characters do not belong to me!
Author's Notes: So, I did revive it, for the moment at least. It's difficult to write about something you've "ended", so forgive me for the delay! A pretty short chapter, though. I'm still trying to come up with some kind of plot to continue the story…anyway, tell me what you think!
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The familiar sounds of a basketball hitting the hard court resonated in the gymnasium.
Swish.
A beautiful lay-up.
Kimi smiled as she landed lightly on the ground. Basketball was definitely fun. It was the first time she played it in her homeland, and it was great. It was the first time she played it with Kogure, making it even better.
"You know, you lied when you told me you weren't good," Kogure said as he came up behind her.
"I did?" she asked innocently, "Maybe I was overawed by the best team in Kanagawa!"
Kogure smiled back. Though the team had come in second to Kainan in the prefecture, it was a close match, and to many observers, had circumstances not been in Kainan's favour, Shohoku would have won. Think about it. Akagi, their mainstay had to leave the game for a while, Sakuragi had made a slip in the last few seconds…
"Anyway, you're tonnes better than I am," she retorted.
"Maybe it's because I've been playing it a lot longer. You learn fast."
When Kimi had been seen safely home, she flopped down on her bed and let her mind wander.
Inevitably, she remembered her family.
Her tall, strong father, with his caring and compassionate eyes.
Her round-faced mother who had the stoniest expression in court and yet the most loving one at home.
Her energetic younger brother with his chipped front tooth, a consequence of his fall while playing catch.
"Face the fear."
'I did, didn't I? With lots of help.'
She thought of Kogure. The circumstances in which they had been drawn together were strange, to say the least. But she was not complaining.
The toy giraffe was still there. But it no longer was moistened by tears each night.
The toy giraffe was still there. But it no longer was her confidant.
The toy giraffe was still there. It had a special place still in her heart.
But there was another, another living human being, with whom she could share the nightmares.
There was another, with whom she could share her tears. Who would in turn dry her tears. With whom the love they shared cast out her sorrow, her fears.
With whom she could feel once more the love from one human to another.
The love she had lost that day at the beach.
The love she had returned to herself that day in the alley.
[Chapter Six]
[Another]
Disclaimer: Slam Dunk and its characters do not belong to me!
Author's Notes: So, I did revive it, for the moment at least. It's difficult to write about something you've "ended", so forgive me for the delay! A pretty short chapter, though. I'm still trying to come up with some kind of plot to continue the story…anyway, tell me what you think!
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The familiar sounds of a basketball hitting the hard court resonated in the gymnasium.
Swish.
A beautiful lay-up.
Kimi smiled as she landed lightly on the ground. Basketball was definitely fun. It was the first time she played it in her homeland, and it was great. It was the first time she played it with Kogure, making it even better.
"You know, you lied when you told me you weren't good," Kogure said as he came up behind her.
"I did?" she asked innocently, "Maybe I was overawed by the best team in Kanagawa!"
Kogure smiled back. Though the team had come in second to Kainan in the prefecture, it was a close match, and to many observers, had circumstances not been in Kainan's favour, Shohoku would have won. Think about it. Akagi, their mainstay had to leave the game for a while, Sakuragi had made a slip in the last few seconds…
"Anyway, you're tonnes better than I am," she retorted.
"Maybe it's because I've been playing it a lot longer. You learn fast."
When Kimi had been seen safely home, she flopped down on her bed and let her mind wander.
Inevitably, she remembered her family.
Her tall, strong father, with his caring and compassionate eyes.
Her round-faced mother who had the stoniest expression in court and yet the most loving one at home.
Her energetic younger brother with his chipped front tooth, a consequence of his fall while playing catch.
"Face the fear."
'I did, didn't I? With lots of help.'
She thought of Kogure. The circumstances in which they had been drawn together were strange, to say the least. But she was not complaining.
The toy giraffe was still there. But it no longer was moistened by tears each night.
The toy giraffe was still there. But it no longer was her confidant.
The toy giraffe was still there. It had a special place still in her heart.
But there was another, another living human being, with whom she could share the nightmares.
There was another, with whom she could share her tears. Who would in turn dry her tears. With whom the love they shared cast out her sorrow, her fears.
With whom she could feel once more the love from one human to another.
The love she had lost that day at the beach.
The love she had returned to herself that day in the alley.
