::Time Heals All Wounds ::
[Chapter Nine]
[Cloud Nine]
Disclaimer: Slam Dunk and its characters do not belong to me!
Author's Notes: A rather short chapter…but the next one is swimming in my head right now, so it'll be up pronto…*nods emphatically*…
Replies:
White-angel: Sorry about the chapter change! Wanted to add in something before Kimi got injured, so inserted a chapter seven! Hope you'll like this one!
Cookies: You're welcome! Thanks for reviewing my fic too! By the way, what did you mean by just beginning to love my fic…*arms akimbo*…it's way up to Chapter…*counts on fingers*…Nine now!
Raksha: Thanks for reviewing! Hope you'll read this chapter as well! :P
Kimi was on cloud nine. Her family was all around her, just like she remembered.
It was Christmas, and they sat around their small Christmas tree, ready to open the presents.
The day had been wonderful, starting with a massive breakfast that was quickly devoured, though by what means she was unable to say. She had gone to play in the snow with her family, with her father and brother forming one team, and her mother and herself the other.
They had been happy. Laughing and talking, dusting the remains of snowballs from their hair and clothes, in all, doing what a normal family did.
Lunch had been skipped in favour of more play in the snow, and dinner was hence an early affair.
After roast turkey and a Christmas log cake, among other delicacies, the small family gathered around the equally small tree.
"Me first!" her brother had insisted, and the loving family watched as he opened box after box of gifts.
She had gone next, expecting to be wowed by the colourful presents of al shapes and sizes, just like her brother had been.
She opened the first box.
And screamed.
Inside, she saw the dead body of her father, just like her memories of the funeral.
The other boxes were lying open around her. Their contents were her family.
Her screaming never stopped.
Why?
Kogure.
Out of nowhere. His name popped into her head.
She stopped screaming.
Kogure.
She had to find him.
"Kogure?" her voice was but a croak, a hoarse whisper.
But he heard it all the same, and thought it was the most melodious symphony.
"Kimi-chan!"
Her eyes opened, and blinked slowly a few times.
She could make out faces.
Miyuki's. Kogure's. And the rest of the basketball team.
"Nice to see you," she said, smiling, with great effort.
Her family was gone. It was a fact.
Her family was here. It was a fact.
She looked up into the faces of her family, her new family. They looked back, unaccustomed to the intensity of her stares.
Miyuki. Kogure. Akagi. Mitsui. Ryota. Rukawa. Sakuragi. Ayako. Haruko. Yasuda. Shiozaki. Sasaoka. Ishii. Kuwata.
A family doesn't need to be related by blood. It just has to be bonded in love.
[Chapter Nine]
[Cloud Nine]
Disclaimer: Slam Dunk and its characters do not belong to me!
Author's Notes: A rather short chapter…but the next one is swimming in my head right now, so it'll be up pronto…*nods emphatically*…
Replies:
White-angel: Sorry about the chapter change! Wanted to add in something before Kimi got injured, so inserted a chapter seven! Hope you'll like this one!
Cookies: You're welcome! Thanks for reviewing my fic too! By the way, what did you mean by just beginning to love my fic…*arms akimbo*…it's way up to Chapter…*counts on fingers*…Nine now!
Raksha: Thanks for reviewing! Hope you'll read this chapter as well! :P
Kimi was on cloud nine. Her family was all around her, just like she remembered.
It was Christmas, and they sat around their small Christmas tree, ready to open the presents.
The day had been wonderful, starting with a massive breakfast that was quickly devoured, though by what means she was unable to say. She had gone to play in the snow with her family, with her father and brother forming one team, and her mother and herself the other.
They had been happy. Laughing and talking, dusting the remains of snowballs from their hair and clothes, in all, doing what a normal family did.
Lunch had been skipped in favour of more play in the snow, and dinner was hence an early affair.
After roast turkey and a Christmas log cake, among other delicacies, the small family gathered around the equally small tree.
"Me first!" her brother had insisted, and the loving family watched as he opened box after box of gifts.
She had gone next, expecting to be wowed by the colourful presents of al shapes and sizes, just like her brother had been.
She opened the first box.
And screamed.
Inside, she saw the dead body of her father, just like her memories of the funeral.
The other boxes were lying open around her. Their contents were her family.
Her screaming never stopped.
Why?
Kogure.
Out of nowhere. His name popped into her head.
She stopped screaming.
Kogure.
She had to find him.
"Kogure?" her voice was but a croak, a hoarse whisper.
But he heard it all the same, and thought it was the most melodious symphony.
"Kimi-chan!"
Her eyes opened, and blinked slowly a few times.
She could make out faces.
Miyuki's. Kogure's. And the rest of the basketball team.
"Nice to see you," she said, smiling, with great effort.
Her family was gone. It was a fact.
Her family was here. It was a fact.
She looked up into the faces of her family, her new family. They looked back, unaccustomed to the intensity of her stares.
Miyuki. Kogure. Akagi. Mitsui. Ryota. Rukawa. Sakuragi. Ayako. Haruko. Yasuda. Shiozaki. Sasaoka. Ishii. Kuwata.
A family doesn't need to be related by blood. It just has to be bonded in love.
