Wicked Angel: So, this is chapter two. It's not really good. Why? Because only one person reviewed me and there's nobody to feed my ego. *Sob* just kiddin. Whatever, wherever this fic comes to, it's just the way I am. : 0

Chapter 2

"Would you be kind enough to explain why I have to present this note to my mother?" Ayako held the note that summons Ayako's mother to the principals office due to Hitomi's behavioral problems close to Hitomi's face. They were walking towards the gym where the basketball practice is already starting. Ayako was late because she was summoned to the principal's office. Because of Hitomi.

Hitomi looked at the letter and shrugged. It was his fault. He kept on disturbing my sleep. And about the moron in front of me… it was his fault too. He kept on copying me.

Ayako sighed exasperated. "Hitomi, you don't want to get suspended, do you? You've barely made one week here and you're wreaking havoc?" Hitomi mumbled. "I apologize." If that's the only way to close to topic, well, I would. But I swear, I won't say those two degrading words again. Not even if I live again.

A sunny smile started to peep in Ayako's features. So, you're not an ice-queen after all. "But promise me one thing. I'll straighten this out but just one thing."

"What?" What else do I have save my meager wardrobe and my precious discman? Does she want my soul? Hitomi wondered.

"But first, do you agree?" Ayako pressed her. "Depends," she answered as slung her backpack against her back. A stray stone tripped her but she regained her balance easily.

"Well," Ayako got Hitomi's right hand and stuffed the letter there, "you can explain this mess to my mom all by yourself. Don't expect any divine intervention. Least of all, my help."

"Blackmail…" Hitomi glared at her darkly. You know I don't know how to pack my soul in a bottle and give it to you. "Exactly…" Ayako grinned.

"Whatever you say, cousin." Hitomi submitted herself. Just as long as no stripping in front of -that- dean.

"Just this: No sleeping anywhere other than your bed and be nice to teachers." Ayako held Hitomi pale hand. "Okay?" Hitomi breathed out a sigh of relief. I thought you're asking for my soul.

"Oh, I forgot one more thing." Ayako grinned wider. Hitomi shivered. I feel evil plot somewhere. "You should follow what I say to you. Whatever I say to you." Then she pinched Hitomi's cheek. "You're so cute! Don't worry, I'm not sadistic. Not enough."

Hitomi's POV

I yawned for the 117th time. I've been trying my best not sleep. Really. But the call of the dreamland is too strong to resist. Then one sweeping hit from Ayako's fan jerked me back to reality. "Hitomi!" she yelled to me though smiling.

"That hurts…" I massaged the back of my head. One more hit on my head and I'll get amnesia. Ayako doesn't know the meaning of mercy, I thought darkly. I curled my legs under her on the bench beside Ayako as I watched the perspiration-covered bodies of Shohoku team kill each other for the orange ball. So what's new here? The same thing. They run here, shoot the ball, run there, shoot the ball. Weird.

Then suddenly, a tall, red-haired and broad-shouldered guy stopped and loomed over a pale, raven-haired guy. Hey, that's The Moron. He's in the basketball team? I didn't notice he was here for the last three days…

"YOU BASTARD! WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO SHOW-OFF? DO YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME? HUH? DO YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME?!" he screeched, glaring at Rukawa (I remembered his name, unfortunately but I prefer calling him The Moron). I started to wonder how come Rukawa didn't die before the red-haired evil, evil glare.

"Talk to yourself." Rukawa muttered as he ran towards the ring he is defending. The red-hair was left fuming, cursing with fist balled as if controlling himself not to send The Moron to flying to another galaxy. The lean guy with glasses pacified him as much as he could but he received a powerful head butt. Wow. Weird. A guy with two lines serving as his eyes tried pacifying him too but he received another powerful head butt. Their assaulted head was still sizzling when an enormous, gorrilla-like person knuckled the red-hair on the head and called him 'baka'. Wow. Weird.

This is Shohoku team?

Another great yawn overwhelmed my being. Oh God… If I could just lie here and sleep. The bench seemed to invite me. Come… come… come… lie here… lie here… lie here… I could almost hear them beckoning. I felt myself drawn. I was starting to succumb to temptation when another sweeping movement of Ayako's holy fan hit my head. I knew it was a bad idea. Stupid bench.

******

It's already five thirty. At long long gloriously last, the training was finished. And I need to pee. Where's the rest room here? Then I saw a lighted closed door on the far end of the gym. By the whitewashed look of it, it looked like the place I've been looking for. So I headed for it.

End of POV

Hitomi opened the heavy door. And was welcomed by the bright flood of light and white tiles covering the walls and floors. Several stalls were arranged as cubicles. 'This is the restroom all right,' she thought. Then she squinted. The sight of many many male species clad in towels, or were about to be clad in towels or clad with nothing at all greeted her.

And all the many many male species turned pink. Mitsui, Ryota and Sakuragi (she didn't know their names yet) ran for cover and hastily wrapped the towel around their bodies. Mitsui grinned. Kogure sweatdropped. Kogure held up his hands, a sheepish grin pasted on his face and he said, "Hi-Hitomi… wh-what are you doing here?"

She eyed them coolly. She didn't say anything but her eyes seemed to tell them plainly and clearly. "What in nine hells are you doing here?"

She saw The Moron snicker at the corner of her eye. 'Gays…' she muttered below her breath. "What?" Mitsui grinned even wider. "G--"

Luckily, Ayako happened to pass by. "Hitomi, I've been looking for… Oh God…" her eyes trailed towards the locker room. Ryota turned fiery red instantly then to ice blue and he broke into pieces in an unbelievable feat of a nanosecond.

Ayako dragged Hitomi away. "What are you doing there?" Hitomi gave her a that-was-the-most-stupid-question-I've-ever-heard look. Then, she got her backpack and slung it over her back. Ayako shook her head and rolled her eyes. "You're so unbelievably dense, Hitomi."

Rukawa's POV

Who is she? [Idiot, you don't know her? Think, for God's sake!]

Oh. I remember. She called me 'doa'hou' early in the morning, first day of the second sem. Then, she's the new girl in class. Then, the teacher made her sit behind me. Then, she started copying me. Then, she hit the teacher. [Idiot, you did too.] Then, she hit me.

And now, she blatantly, shamelessly assailed the boys locker room with all of us unprepared.

She's so weird.

[Now Rukawa, that's a thought.]

Kogure's POV

Ayako should really watch over her. (sweatdrops)

Ayako's POV

Whatever should I do to you? Chain you to my bra strap?

**End of POVs**

"Hitomi, hand me the soup, please," Ayako said. They were eating dinner at Ayako's house. Hitomi did as she told. Lately, due to Ayako's unrelenting and unresting fan, Hitomi is getting used to having her eyes open for quarter-half an hour without zoning off to Dreamland. Which is pretty much an improvement.

"So, how's school today?" Ayako's mother asked the two girls. "Well, the usual. Nothing really interesting," Ayako said before putting a forkful of roasted beef in her mouth. After swallowing, she turned to Hitomi who was quite absorbed on how to eat the soup. "Hey, Hitomi, I have news for you. Mom, you don't have to go to see the dean anymore. Luckily, I was able to talk things out. Hitomi, you'll just get detention for that. With Rukawa."

Hitomi raised her eyes from the soup to Ayako, puzzled. "The Moron?"

"He's The Moron?" Ayako laughed. "Well, yeah. By the way, what do you think of him? Isn't he cute? You two are so much alike!" Hitomi shook her head slowly. Are you deranged, Ayako? He? Cute? Do you need reading glasses? Me? Him? Alike? Well, since he's copying me…Hitomi thought as she chewed her food. I need water.

"C'mon. I heard you sit behind him. Don't you like him?" Ayako pressed further. A faint trace of pink rose at Hitomi's cheeks. "Ayako, you hear so much about me."

Ayako laughed even further. "So? What do you think of our super rookie? Do you know a lot of girls would trade their souls to have your seat?" Ayako's mind became filled with the horriying vision of three, pantiless, pom-pom girls.

"I don't give a damn about him." Hitomi finally said. Ayako's thoughts suddenly brimmed over. Then, she slyly thought, That's about to change.

Wicked Angel: Why? Why? Why? Why is this story so lame? See, Rukawa's the best character I like and yet my other fic about Mito + OC is wayyyyyyy lot better? Why oh why???? I want this fic to be the best fic I could ever come up but why is this soooooo lame????? Why, tell me, Oh God, why???!!!

Points to ponder:

Why do people write a good start for a story but gets lamer and sappy and boggy and dark and gloomy and unhappy and lame and sappy and lame as the story progresses? Why does Rukawa love to sleep? Why does Hitomi love to sleep? Why does Ayako want to pair them up? Why do I pick the worst idea? Why?