Rukawa
The do'ahou is. well, under, uh, some emotional stress caused by his failure to shoot under the basket.
Yeah, I knew that. But I sure didn't expect him to cry again.
So, here we are at McDonald's, queuing to buy our breakfasts.
On the account that he was in poor emotional condition, I decided to treat him to breakfast.
I was gratified when his eyes lit up with joy, brightening his teary pools of endless brown, but I really regretted my decision when he began planning to eat practically the entire McDonald's outlet.
My poor pocket. My precious time spent moonlighting at a bar to earn my keep and here he is, plotting what he will eat for breakfast.
'Um. do'ahou.?'
'Nani?'
'What are you eating?'
'Mmm, nothing much.'
I heaved a sigh of relief.
'.umm. I think I'm taking 5 hash browns, 3 sausage McMuffins, an iced coffee. no. make that 2., mm, 7 omelettes. I think that's all.'
The cashier sweatdropped.
I pretended I didn't know the do'ahou.
But still, I ended up footing the bill. It came to 2000 yen, excluding the cost of my own meal, which came to the humble price of 300 yen.
********
After the do'ahou had eaten his fill, and nonchalantly leaving truckloads of food wrappers where we had been sitting, he stalked off happily, leaving me to clear up the mess he had made.
But although I was grumbling about his attitude and his social etiquette, I was subconsciously happy for the do'ahou, for he wore a satisfied and gratified look on his face. The fire in his eyes was back, and he no longer emitted an aura of sadness.
Ah, a full stomach maketh a happy man.
After apologising profusely to the irked and irate cleaner, I went outside to meet the do'ahou, who was, surprisingly, waiting for me.
It was completely unexpected but not unwelcomed. But I was more or less still in the dark as to why he no longer treated me like his archenemy.
But what did it matter? I guess what mattered more to me was that he wouldn't end up like myself, drowning in my own pool of sorrow, shutting myself out from the rest of the world, suffering alone.
Honestly, it didn't matter if it wasn't the do'ahou who was depressed. In fact, I would have gladly helped anyone else who was down, as long as I could relate to them. After all, I was still preventing someone else from going down the same path of misery that I had walked.
The point was, I could relate pretty well to the do'ahou since his mindset was somewhat similar to mine when I was still foolish and fifteen.
Walking in silence side by side with the do'ahou, I made up my mind to help him as much as I could, and perhaps share my skills with him.
I cast a sidelong glance at him. He seemed to be deep in thought.
I thought he was quite good-looking, contrary to what those bimbos in school thought. Somehow, they thought that the do'ahou was some sort of freak, what with his flaming red hair and his loud voice. What they missed out was his soft heart and his generally kind personality.
I guess that was what made him unique and especially outstanding from the common crowd of selfish people.
I ran my fingers through my floppy black locks and wondered secretly how many other guys in Japan resembled me. After all, like what my ex-crush once told me, I was the typical handsome Asian guy next door. My father's words echoed through my mind.
'Kaede, don't ever get too proud over the fact that you have hoardes of girls throwing themselves at your feet, worshipping your looks. Always remember that looks fade with age; your character doesn't. If your character is weak, you will be nothing but an empty shell.
'Your mother and I chose the name that is now yours for a reason: a tough and perhaps not outstanding exterior, yet with a good character.'
'Oy, Kitsune!'
My mind snapped back into focus; my eyes seeing the do'ahou waving his palm right before my eyes.
Ah, we were back at the basketball court at Naga Park.
I turned to face a grinning do'ahou, who had already fished his basketball out of his gym bag.
I flashed him one of my rare smiles.
Looks like he's even more eager to start his shooting practice with me than I am to teach him.
A/n: hey pple. I guess this story is getting more and more predictable. =P But anyway I'll still be working on this until it ends (how much longer, I'm not really sure.) mm. Hope you all have enjoyed the story so far and will continue to do so. In the meantime, I'll make sure that this fic will be as good as it can ever be. Thanks for the encouragement and reviews you all have given me so far, I think I wouldn't have gotten this far without you all.
Minglei: thanks so much for reviewing, will miss you and pueyling when you leave. =-( Good luck for your upcoming O Levels. =)
The do'ahou is. well, under, uh, some emotional stress caused by his failure to shoot under the basket.
Yeah, I knew that. But I sure didn't expect him to cry again.
So, here we are at McDonald's, queuing to buy our breakfasts.
On the account that he was in poor emotional condition, I decided to treat him to breakfast.
I was gratified when his eyes lit up with joy, brightening his teary pools of endless brown, but I really regretted my decision when he began planning to eat practically the entire McDonald's outlet.
My poor pocket. My precious time spent moonlighting at a bar to earn my keep and here he is, plotting what he will eat for breakfast.
'Um. do'ahou.?'
'Nani?'
'What are you eating?'
'Mmm, nothing much.'
I heaved a sigh of relief.
'.umm. I think I'm taking 5 hash browns, 3 sausage McMuffins, an iced coffee. no. make that 2., mm, 7 omelettes. I think that's all.'
The cashier sweatdropped.
I pretended I didn't know the do'ahou.
But still, I ended up footing the bill. It came to 2000 yen, excluding the cost of my own meal, which came to the humble price of 300 yen.
********
After the do'ahou had eaten his fill, and nonchalantly leaving truckloads of food wrappers where we had been sitting, he stalked off happily, leaving me to clear up the mess he had made.
But although I was grumbling about his attitude and his social etiquette, I was subconsciously happy for the do'ahou, for he wore a satisfied and gratified look on his face. The fire in his eyes was back, and he no longer emitted an aura of sadness.
Ah, a full stomach maketh a happy man.
After apologising profusely to the irked and irate cleaner, I went outside to meet the do'ahou, who was, surprisingly, waiting for me.
It was completely unexpected but not unwelcomed. But I was more or less still in the dark as to why he no longer treated me like his archenemy.
But what did it matter? I guess what mattered more to me was that he wouldn't end up like myself, drowning in my own pool of sorrow, shutting myself out from the rest of the world, suffering alone.
Honestly, it didn't matter if it wasn't the do'ahou who was depressed. In fact, I would have gladly helped anyone else who was down, as long as I could relate to them. After all, I was still preventing someone else from going down the same path of misery that I had walked.
The point was, I could relate pretty well to the do'ahou since his mindset was somewhat similar to mine when I was still foolish and fifteen.
Walking in silence side by side with the do'ahou, I made up my mind to help him as much as I could, and perhaps share my skills with him.
I cast a sidelong glance at him. He seemed to be deep in thought.
I thought he was quite good-looking, contrary to what those bimbos in school thought. Somehow, they thought that the do'ahou was some sort of freak, what with his flaming red hair and his loud voice. What they missed out was his soft heart and his generally kind personality.
I guess that was what made him unique and especially outstanding from the common crowd of selfish people.
I ran my fingers through my floppy black locks and wondered secretly how many other guys in Japan resembled me. After all, like what my ex-crush once told me, I was the typical handsome Asian guy next door. My father's words echoed through my mind.
'Kaede, don't ever get too proud over the fact that you have hoardes of girls throwing themselves at your feet, worshipping your looks. Always remember that looks fade with age; your character doesn't. If your character is weak, you will be nothing but an empty shell.
'Your mother and I chose the name that is now yours for a reason: a tough and perhaps not outstanding exterior, yet with a good character.'
'Oy, Kitsune!'
My mind snapped back into focus; my eyes seeing the do'ahou waving his palm right before my eyes.
Ah, we were back at the basketball court at Naga Park.
I turned to face a grinning do'ahou, who had already fished his basketball out of his gym bag.
I flashed him one of my rare smiles.
Looks like he's even more eager to start his shooting practice with me than I am to teach him.
A/n: hey pple. I guess this story is getting more and more predictable. =P But anyway I'll still be working on this until it ends (how much longer, I'm not really sure.) mm. Hope you all have enjoyed the story so far and will continue to do so. In the meantime, I'll make sure that this fic will be as good as it can ever be. Thanks for the encouragement and reviews you all have given me so far, I think I wouldn't have gotten this far without you all.
Minglei: thanks so much for reviewing, will miss you and pueyling when you leave. =-( Good luck for your upcoming O Levels. =)