one month later...
Sakuragi
Free once more, freed from the confines of the stupid hospital with the stupid exercises.
I WAS FREE!
I CAN PLAY BASKETBALL AGAIN!
(Actually I had planned on training secretly even during my rehab period but well, after recalling Micchy's sad story, I decided against it. I did want to play so badly in the upcoming Winter Championships.)
A maple leaf landed on my shoulder, but was blown off by a gentle breeze that brought with it the scent of autumn.
I think I looked like an idiot, standing in the middle of the pavement just outside my house.
Home, at last.
The Guntai had kindly cleaned and dusted my humble abode. I smiled at the thought of Yohei, Takamiya, Ookusu and Sauichiro attempting to sweep the floor, but frowned when I realised that they could have broken some things.
I dashed madly into my home. Yes. Everything was as it used to be. It seemed like it was only yesterday that I last set foot here.
Suddenly remembering my cause, I changed into something comfortable, packed my gym bag and ran out of my house once more, locking the door as I left.
Rukawa
We were training hard, really hard and sweating it out under Miyagi-sempai's glares and Ayako's fan, when a certain redhead burst in on us.
I hadn't seen him in ages. His hair was, well, as red as ever, only slightly longer, but he looked pretty much the same.
'Nyahahahahaha! The Tensai is back! I'm sure you all missed me, right?'
I threw up my arms and sighed in mock despair.
But of course, this was but an act.
His act, my act.
He was acting like his old self to avoid arousing the concern of some of our teammates like Yasuda-sempai.
I was behaving like I didn't know he was trying to hide his anxiety and worry, and of course, the fact that I saw right through him at the moment: his fear of failure, his anxiety to maintain his standard and his worry about his condition.
But of course, Miyagi-sempai wouldn't allow the do'ahou to play right away. He was made to practice his basics first.
And so, amid some snickering and under Ayako's notorious fan, the do'ahou reluctantly started doing his dribbling basics.
It was so much like old times. What fond memories.
And then he started blushing (God knows what hentai thoughts he was thinking) for no apparent reason. WHACK went Ayako's fan. Some people cringed and I sighed, throwing up my arms in mock despair.
The fire in his eyes, his passion for basketball was replaced by pure anxiety and worry. His attention span was shorter than what it already was. I heard Ayako muttering to herself that it must have been his long absence that changed him somewhat.
Ah, Ayako our trusty team manager. Trust her to notice the change in him.
But of course, I, only I knew what had happened to him.
Sakuragi
I was totally dying to go on court and do a dunk.
But could I still do it? Could I still play the way I used to?
Ayako spoke, her plucked brows knitted into a concerned line. 'Hanamichi, are you okay? Do you want to try practicing some shooting now?'
I slipped on the mask that used to be me, and tried to look enthusiastic.
Ayako handed me a ball and I walked briskly to the centre of court.
I could sense that all eyes were on me.
The air was crisp wiht the tension.
I dribbled the ball towards the hoop, took three steps, and...
A/n: taa daa. another chapter. with a cliffhanger. =P unfortunately i think you'll be left hanging from there for ages since im really busy nowadays, with tons of hw, tests and projects to complete. but of course, i'll try hard to juggle my hw with these and will upload the next chapter asap. ja! =)
Sakuragi
Free once more, freed from the confines of the stupid hospital with the stupid exercises.
I WAS FREE!
I CAN PLAY BASKETBALL AGAIN!
(Actually I had planned on training secretly even during my rehab period but well, after recalling Micchy's sad story, I decided against it. I did want to play so badly in the upcoming Winter Championships.)
A maple leaf landed on my shoulder, but was blown off by a gentle breeze that brought with it the scent of autumn.
I think I looked like an idiot, standing in the middle of the pavement just outside my house.
Home, at last.
The Guntai had kindly cleaned and dusted my humble abode. I smiled at the thought of Yohei, Takamiya, Ookusu and Sauichiro attempting to sweep the floor, but frowned when I realised that they could have broken some things.
I dashed madly into my home. Yes. Everything was as it used to be. It seemed like it was only yesterday that I last set foot here.
Suddenly remembering my cause, I changed into something comfortable, packed my gym bag and ran out of my house once more, locking the door as I left.
Rukawa
We were training hard, really hard and sweating it out under Miyagi-sempai's glares and Ayako's fan, when a certain redhead burst in on us.
I hadn't seen him in ages. His hair was, well, as red as ever, only slightly longer, but he looked pretty much the same.
'Nyahahahahaha! The Tensai is back! I'm sure you all missed me, right?'
I threw up my arms and sighed in mock despair.
But of course, this was but an act.
His act, my act.
He was acting like his old self to avoid arousing the concern of some of our teammates like Yasuda-sempai.
I was behaving like I didn't know he was trying to hide his anxiety and worry, and of course, the fact that I saw right through him at the moment: his fear of failure, his anxiety to maintain his standard and his worry about his condition.
But of course, Miyagi-sempai wouldn't allow the do'ahou to play right away. He was made to practice his basics first.
And so, amid some snickering and under Ayako's notorious fan, the do'ahou reluctantly started doing his dribbling basics.
It was so much like old times. What fond memories.
And then he started blushing (God knows what hentai thoughts he was thinking) for no apparent reason. WHACK went Ayako's fan. Some people cringed and I sighed, throwing up my arms in mock despair.
The fire in his eyes, his passion for basketball was replaced by pure anxiety and worry. His attention span was shorter than what it already was. I heard Ayako muttering to herself that it must have been his long absence that changed him somewhat.
Ah, Ayako our trusty team manager. Trust her to notice the change in him.
But of course, I, only I knew what had happened to him.
Sakuragi
I was totally dying to go on court and do a dunk.
But could I still do it? Could I still play the way I used to?
Ayako spoke, her plucked brows knitted into a concerned line. 'Hanamichi, are you okay? Do you want to try practicing some shooting now?'
I slipped on the mask that used to be me, and tried to look enthusiastic.
Ayako handed me a ball and I walked briskly to the centre of court.
I could sense that all eyes were on me.
The air was crisp wiht the tension.
I dribbled the ball towards the hoop, took three steps, and...
A/n: taa daa. another chapter. with a cliffhanger. =P unfortunately i think you'll be left hanging from there for ages since im really busy nowadays, with tons of hw, tests and projects to complete. but of course, i'll try hard to juggle my hw with these and will upload the next chapter asap. ja! =)