Rukawa
I thought I'd never get discovered. Trust that do'ahou and his Guntai to come pubbing illegally.
Not that I was legal, though.
You see, I'd managed to get counterfeit identification to pass myself off as a 23-year old. My height only made explanations easier.
But I was still Rukawa Kaede, that Rukawa who dozed his way through school.
The Rukawa who had nothing to live for but basketball.
The Rukawa who froze everyone within a 5m radius about him.
The Rukawa who was orphaned at the age of 15.
The Rukawa who shut himself in to conceal all emotion.
Me.
*************
With no known living relatives, I naturally inherited what little my parents owned. A small, rundown but cozy flat and a modest bank account. No outstanding debts, thankfully. I sold some furniture and jewellery so that I could at least live on something while I went job-hunting.
I guess I was really lucky to get a job as a bartender at Velvet Underground since the pay was pretty good. But the downside was that the staff turnover rate was very high and that I had to work from 8pm to 3am, excluding the time spent to clear up after customers.
And so my grades slipped. Not that I was originally a straight-A student, but I sure did better than average. Previously.
Since I took on that job, I had little time for schoolwork and revision since what meagre pockets of time I still had was spent on basketball. And of course, I lacked sleep. So I slept. In class. Where else?
Somehow I managed to graduate with okay grades and proceeded to Shohoku High.
And met that do'ahou.
He intrigued me. I suppose it was his hair that first got my attention. I mean, like, how many people do you see walking on the street with flaming red hair like his?
But it was much more than that. He was a reflection of the me that once was.
Hah. I'm sure I caught you unawares.
Yeah. I WAS like that baka: loud, naïve, aggressive, proud
Until my parents died, I was like that. But after the freak accident that killed them, I sank into depression. They were all I had. My friends? Nah, they were just there with me because I was good-looking, easy-going and I did okay in class.
With me. Not there for me.
So when I was depressed, there was no one there to comfort me. They were only there, saying soothing words that held no meaning. Just words. Nothing more.
Hatred for the world of superficial people welled up in me. I hated my so- called-friends. They were just frauds, humbugs. The angrier I got, the more I shut myself away from them.
And soon, I was apart from the rest, friendless, an island in the middle of nowhere. Just a cold block of ice.
The frozen basketball fanatic. All I had besides basketball were my looks. My only friends. Hah.
So I had an interior monologue with myself, all conversation with others reduced to monosyllables.
When I first met that do'ahou on the school rooftop, I recognised him immediately as myself. Or at least what I used to be.
But what was different about him was that he had a Guntai, his four best friends always standing by him through thick and thin.
I envied him.
I so wanted to be in his shoes that when he hit me for ignoring that girl (Haruko), I took this chance to vent all my frustrations.
*punch*
To my parents, for dying in that car crash without saying goodbye.
*kick*
To all those who wanted to be with me, or like me.
*punch*
To that do'ahou, for having all that I wanted: a group of true friends.
A/n: Ah, here we have Rukawa and his background. I know he wears Nike merchandise and branded stuff, and considering his situation, it seems rather impossible for him to own such things. *hint* Why is he so thin?
I'm not really sure how this story would turn out eventually (shounen-ai?) but to be honest, I'm not really a yaoi fan...
I thought I'd never get discovered. Trust that do'ahou and his Guntai to come pubbing illegally.
Not that I was legal, though.
You see, I'd managed to get counterfeit identification to pass myself off as a 23-year old. My height only made explanations easier.
But I was still Rukawa Kaede, that Rukawa who dozed his way through school.
The Rukawa who had nothing to live for but basketball.
The Rukawa who froze everyone within a 5m radius about him.
The Rukawa who was orphaned at the age of 15.
The Rukawa who shut himself in to conceal all emotion.
Me.
*************
With no known living relatives, I naturally inherited what little my parents owned. A small, rundown but cozy flat and a modest bank account. No outstanding debts, thankfully. I sold some furniture and jewellery so that I could at least live on something while I went job-hunting.
I guess I was really lucky to get a job as a bartender at Velvet Underground since the pay was pretty good. But the downside was that the staff turnover rate was very high and that I had to work from 8pm to 3am, excluding the time spent to clear up after customers.
And so my grades slipped. Not that I was originally a straight-A student, but I sure did better than average. Previously.
Since I took on that job, I had little time for schoolwork and revision since what meagre pockets of time I still had was spent on basketball. And of course, I lacked sleep. So I slept. In class. Where else?
Somehow I managed to graduate with okay grades and proceeded to Shohoku High.
And met that do'ahou.
He intrigued me. I suppose it was his hair that first got my attention. I mean, like, how many people do you see walking on the street with flaming red hair like his?
But it was much more than that. He was a reflection of the me that once was.
Hah. I'm sure I caught you unawares.
Yeah. I WAS like that baka: loud, naïve, aggressive, proud
Until my parents died, I was like that. But after the freak accident that killed them, I sank into depression. They were all I had. My friends? Nah, they were just there with me because I was good-looking, easy-going and I did okay in class.
With me. Not there for me.
So when I was depressed, there was no one there to comfort me. They were only there, saying soothing words that held no meaning. Just words. Nothing more.
Hatred for the world of superficial people welled up in me. I hated my so- called-friends. They were just frauds, humbugs. The angrier I got, the more I shut myself away from them.
And soon, I was apart from the rest, friendless, an island in the middle of nowhere. Just a cold block of ice.
The frozen basketball fanatic. All I had besides basketball were my looks. My only friends. Hah.
So I had an interior monologue with myself, all conversation with others reduced to monosyllables.
When I first met that do'ahou on the school rooftop, I recognised him immediately as myself. Or at least what I used to be.
But what was different about him was that he had a Guntai, his four best friends always standing by him through thick and thin.
I envied him.
I so wanted to be in his shoes that when he hit me for ignoring that girl (Haruko), I took this chance to vent all my frustrations.
*punch*
To my parents, for dying in that car crash without saying goodbye.
*kick*
To all those who wanted to be with me, or like me.
*punch*
To that do'ahou, for having all that I wanted: a group of true friends.
A/n: Ah, here we have Rukawa and his background. I know he wears Nike merchandise and branded stuff, and considering his situation, it seems rather impossible for him to own such things. *hint* Why is he so thin?
I'm not really sure how this story would turn out eventually (shounen-ai?) but to be honest, I'm not really a yaoi fan...