Author: I own the characters that are NOT from slam dunk…. If they are from Slam dunk, they are property of Inoue Takehiko. Please don't sue me… Also, a foreword, I tend to be long winded when writing my fics, so at least you get the overall picture, as well as the locations/background, and worth your dollar on internets charges! LOL Please do email/review me, and I can update the previous chapters. Thanks!

Words in italics or between slashes are thoughts, words within ^^ are actions, unless otherwise stated, words in brackets are locations usually before each section.

(=^_^=)  Chapter 5  – The Date of February  (=^_^=)

(First week of February)

Days turned into weeks, and it was now about in the month of February. Kimiko got to know the guys from basketball well, after the several weeks spent with them. They were all male chauvinist pigs, except for Akagi-sempai and Kogure-sempai. The both of them, had never judged her on her looks, which was why at this point in time, she had such a strong friendship with both Akagi and Kogure. The rest of the team greeted her obligatorily, but they never made an effort to get to know her. They always looked for the manager, Yuki, even for the littlest things. Yuki-sempai was not a snob, and Kimiko liked her for that fact. She liked the fact too, that Mitsui-san was on the team, and she could support him in whatever he needed. To Kimiko, Mitsui Hisashi was perfect, even though he ~was~ a male chauvinist pig.

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(1st week February, Shohoku High Basketball indoor court, Wednesday)

"Yo, Mitsui-kun, what do you think of that fat pig of an assistant manager?" remarked Toyama.

"What about her?"

"I think she likes you."

"Get out of town, yarou. I don't date fat girls." retorted Mitsui.

"I'm serious, man. Hey, check it out, she's eyeing you again, Mitsui-kun." Pointing to Kimiko. "Then again, what I wouldn't give to date our babelicious manager, Yuki. He he."

"Kuso…." Glancing over to the bleachers where Yuki and Kimiko were sitting, watching them play.

"Ha!" shouted Toyama, as he stole the ball from Hisashi.

"Kono Yarou! You're gonna get it!" shouted Mitsui, as he sprinted quickly, and stole back the ball from Toyama, and making a lay-up shot.

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"Hey Kimiko, you like Mitsui-san don't you?" asked Yuki.

"Sonna!!! Chigau yo, Yuki-sempai! I do not!" exclaimed Kimiko quickly, cheeks turning the colour of a ripe tomato. /How the hell did she know?/

"I thought so… it doesn't help that he's a handsome MVP does it?"

Kimiko just looked down, still blushing.

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"Kuso. Mitsui-kun, you're as quick as your reputation says."

"He he. You bet."

"Speaking of betting, I'll bet you ¥20,000 that you won't dare to date our assistant manager." (L.I.D.[author]: I don't know how much is that in dollars, so please help me make it a reasonable sum to be betting on for Hisashi, arigato.)

"Yarou, you want me to do WHAT?!?!" exclaimed Mitsui, but luckily not loud enough for everyone to hear.

"See, I knew it, you're chicken. Puck puck puck!!!" cuckolded Toyama.

"Kono Yarou, you're on!" shouted, Mitsui, starting to walk away.

Toyama just looked on at Hisashi dumbfounded, for he had hoped his lucky stars that he was going to win this bet. Looks like it was not to be.

/No matter, I'll outdo you, Hisashi. By hook or by crook./

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Mitsui then walked over to the bleachers during the break, took a towel, and wiped his brow with it. Reaching for a pen, and a piece of paper, Mitsui then scribbled his name and number. He then made his way over to where Yuki and Kimiko were sitting, much to the despair of Toyama and the puzzlement of the rest of the team.

"Miru! Mitsui-san is walking towards us!" Yuki exclaimed.

"Oh, he must be looking be looking for you, Yuki-sempai, nearly the whole team does anyway." Kimiko said as a-matter-of-factly. /He can't be looking for me. I'm not good enough for him./

"Konnichiwa, Yuki-sempai, Kimiko-san. Ano, Kimiko-san, would you happen to be free the day after tomorrow, on Friday?"

Kimiko stared at Mitsui as if he was Elvis Presley, asking her to dance with him on stage in front of a million people.

"Would that be a yes, or a no?" joked Mitsui, grinning at Kimiko.

Kimiko could have hugged Yuki for giving her a nudge that brought her back to reality.

"A-ano… I sh-should be… do you need anything, Mitsui-san?"

"Oh please, call me Hisashi. Ano… No, I don't need help, exactly…. I was wondering if you were free to have dinner with me as well as a movie?"

Now, Yuki's eyes were as wide as saucers with her mouth nearly touching the ground, and was hinting and nudging Kimiko to respond, since Kimiko was also dumbfounded at this point in time.

"A-ano, H-hai!"

"Good! Now, here's my mobile number, as well as my name, so you don't forget who I am, and may I have your number as well? Just tell me, I'll definitely be able to remember it, Kimiko-san."

"H-hai! My mobile number's 9xxxxxxx. Ano, you can just call me Kimiko, ano, Hisashi?" replied Kimiko.

/Me?  Forget who Mitsui Hisashi is? Is he nuts? Is he crazy or am I crazy that Mitsui Hisashi is asking me out?/ thought Kimiko.

"Atta girl, just call me Hisashi. Or Mitsui-kun, which ever, preferably the latter." Mitsui chuckled. " I'll be calling you tomorrow night then! Ja ne!"

"H-h-hai….." And with that, Mitsui jogged back to join the others in the second half of training.

"What the hell just happened?" asked Kimiko, incredulously.

"I think, that the guys of your dreams, Mitsui Hisashi, just asked you out on a date, girlfriend! You go girl!" cried Yuki.

"Sonna… I don't believe this… Yuki-sempai, am I dreaming?"

With that, Yuki proceeded to help her junior, and whacked her on the head with the invincible paper fan.

"ITAIIIII!"

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(on Shohoku High basket ball court floor)

"I can't believe you asked her out, man!" exclaimed Toyama.

"I believe you owe me ¥20,000, my good man." Drawled Mitsui.

"Yare yare. But you only get it after the date, you geddit?"

"Ok, man, this was as easy as pie." Laughed Mitsui, as he made another 3-point shot.

/This is tougher than I thought. I'll have to think of something to make sure Mitsui doesn't get into the selection team./ Schemed Toyama.

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(=^_^=) Meow!

L.I.D.[author]: Whoa, look out Mitsui Hisashi! There's a guy, out to get you! Well, I know Mitsui doesn't like to lose, and so, the bet. I love Mitsui, and he's a dreamboat, so there… Please leave reviews or email, for I THRIVE on it! PLEASE! LOL Take care you guys, and look out for the next chapter!