:: With Eyes that See ::
[Chapter Seven]
[Inter-High]
Disclaimer: Slam Dunk and its characters do not belong to me…
Author's Notes: This is based on one of my favourite events in the manga…hope you'll like it too!
Replies:
E.C.: I don't think she'll get well…but it's not her sight that really counts, ne? It's her character…
Keax-XV: Rukawa? Intense? Don't the two words mean the same thing? [Only when it comes to b-ball, though…]
Nellie: Ever had to give that excuse to a teacher before [sorry but the dog(s) ate my homework] ? Oh yeah, shouldn't have typed "combi", more like "pairing"…me and my idiosyncracies…sorry!
Icko14: Shall I be evil and keep you waiting even longer for Chapter Eight? *thinks for a minute* nah, I'm on a roll here…rounding up this story in my head so quick my fingers are struggling to keep up!
dre@ms of Akira: Updated! Maybe she'll get well in a sequel or something, and if more people want her to…just question to make it realistic: how does one get one's sight back from an accident? Any idea?
The Shohoku basketball team found itself in the midst of a huge, cheering crowd. Only, the crowd was cheering for the wrong team.
Shika was standing with Ayako at the sidelines. She had just answered a curious reporter's questions, and was excited about the coming match. Toyotama High was rated A, and was certainly not easy to beat. The atmosphere was contagious, and Shika found herself psyched despite the fact that she would not be playing in the match, and that she had only known the team for a week.
Shohoku had worked hard to get here. Every other team had. That was why it was so difficult to separate winners from losers. Not in the literal sense – for only one team could win the championship. Anything else and the competition had no value. But still, there were other kinds of winning and losing. No matter where this match took them, Shohoku would be winners in their own right.
No one expected them to win. But if they did? Shika held her breath in heady excitement as she pondered the possibility.
If no one expected Shohoku to win when the game started, everyone certainly felt that Shohoku was doomed, not only to defeat, but to a thrashing, when Rukawa suffered a malicious elbow in his left eye.
Shika did not see it happen, but when Ayako gasped in dismay, demanded to know what had occurred. In a similar reaction, albeit delayed, Shika's hand went right up to her mouth, and she stifled an urge to scream.
It was not fair. It was definitely not fair.
Yet, what was?
She heard Rukawa being helped to the bench. She heard his muttered curses. She heard the sounds of Ayako trying to find out if there was anything she could do to ease the pain. She heard the team gathering around them. She heard their voices filled with concern. She heard them all.
She felt like crying for them.
Rukawa blinked. He immediately shut his left eye again. Opening it was not an option. It hurt.
He looked around him, past the sea of his teammates' faces, past the crowds gathered in the stands, to a place in Kanagawa, to a basketball court in a small high school, to a girl who had shot without having to see. And later told him, "I bet you can shoot with your eyes closed as well".
Could he?
He had never tried.
He made to get up, but was stopped by his coach's voice, "Later."
He sat down again.
Could he? She hoped he could. As the game carried on, her mind was no longer on it. Instead, she thought of the times when she herself felt that she couldn't'.
Author's Notes: To all those who read and liked my first fic, Time Heals All Wounds, it's updated with a new chapter (do I hear a chorus of "at last"?) Go check it out!
[Chapter Seven]
[Inter-High]
Disclaimer: Slam Dunk and its characters do not belong to me…
Author's Notes: This is based on one of my favourite events in the manga…hope you'll like it too!
Replies:
E.C.: I don't think she'll get well…but it's not her sight that really counts, ne? It's her character…
Keax-XV: Rukawa? Intense? Don't the two words mean the same thing? [Only when it comes to b-ball, though…]
Nellie: Ever had to give that excuse to a teacher before [sorry but the dog(s) ate my homework] ? Oh yeah, shouldn't have typed "combi", more like "pairing"…me and my idiosyncracies…sorry!
Icko14: Shall I be evil and keep you waiting even longer for Chapter Eight? *thinks for a minute* nah, I'm on a roll here…rounding up this story in my head so quick my fingers are struggling to keep up!
dre@ms of Akira: Updated! Maybe she'll get well in a sequel or something, and if more people want her to…just question to make it realistic: how does one get one's sight back from an accident? Any idea?
The Shohoku basketball team found itself in the midst of a huge, cheering crowd. Only, the crowd was cheering for the wrong team.
Shika was standing with Ayako at the sidelines. She had just answered a curious reporter's questions, and was excited about the coming match. Toyotama High was rated A, and was certainly not easy to beat. The atmosphere was contagious, and Shika found herself psyched despite the fact that she would not be playing in the match, and that she had only known the team for a week.
Shohoku had worked hard to get here. Every other team had. That was why it was so difficult to separate winners from losers. Not in the literal sense – for only one team could win the championship. Anything else and the competition had no value. But still, there were other kinds of winning and losing. No matter where this match took them, Shohoku would be winners in their own right.
No one expected them to win. But if they did? Shika held her breath in heady excitement as she pondered the possibility.
If no one expected Shohoku to win when the game started, everyone certainly felt that Shohoku was doomed, not only to defeat, but to a thrashing, when Rukawa suffered a malicious elbow in his left eye.
Shika did not see it happen, but when Ayako gasped in dismay, demanded to know what had occurred. In a similar reaction, albeit delayed, Shika's hand went right up to her mouth, and she stifled an urge to scream.
It was not fair. It was definitely not fair.
Yet, what was?
She heard Rukawa being helped to the bench. She heard his muttered curses. She heard the sounds of Ayako trying to find out if there was anything she could do to ease the pain. She heard the team gathering around them. She heard their voices filled with concern. She heard them all.
She felt like crying for them.
Rukawa blinked. He immediately shut his left eye again. Opening it was not an option. It hurt.
He looked around him, past the sea of his teammates' faces, past the crowds gathered in the stands, to a place in Kanagawa, to a basketball court in a small high school, to a girl who had shot without having to see. And later told him, "I bet you can shoot with your eyes closed as well".
Could he?
He had never tried.
He made to get up, but was stopped by his coach's voice, "Later."
He sat down again.
Could he? She hoped he could. As the game carried on, her mind was no longer on it. Instead, she thought of the times when she herself felt that she couldn't'.
Author's Notes: To all those who read and liked my first fic, Time Heals All Wounds, it's updated with a new chapter (do I hear a chorus of "at last"?) Go check it out!
