Disclaimers :
Slam dunk isn't mine [Inoue Takehito owns it…]
This is my first attempt to write an SD fic, actually my first attempt to write a humor fic, please don't expect much
This is still unedited
Reviews aren't necessary, but they will be appreciated
This is really confusing stuff so hold on to your seatbelts. Per scene is written on a certain character's point of view. If Rukawa and Sendoh are addressed in their first names, it would be the girl's point of view. If they are addressed in their last names, it would be the guys' point of view ^.^ A simple tip for those who might get baffled while reading…
I don't wanna bore you with other A/N's so I'd shut up…^^ arigatou minna- san!
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Prologue
Snow was gently falling on the streets of midtown London. People garbed in thick clothes were swarming everywhere, chattering noisily about the celebrations to come. The sky was dark, and a few stars twinkled in the blue-black velvet sky. Cheery Christmas carols spilled sound over the busy lane.
'When will we see each other again?' a little blonde girl asked the little Japanese boy in front of her, who was busy piling snow upon the second ball of their small snowman. They were playing in the yard of the little girl's house.
He looked at her and forced himself to smile. His face twitched, until a smirk formed on his face. Somehow that smile could not get through his naturally glaring eyes. He shrugged. 'I not do know,' he answered.
The little girl giggled at his wrong grammar and threw him a snowball. 'Okay, we'll write letters instead,' she told him. 'Whee!' she flopped to the snow-covered ground and made snow angels with her arms and legs. She laughed.
Blinking, the little boy joined in and imitated her. 'Retter?' he asked, flipping his arms up and down, up and down.
'Yep!' she exclaimed. 'Does it snow on Japan too?'
'Hai,' he said, then coughed, correcting himself. 'Yes.'
She smiled, looking up the stars. 'Then it is not different from London. Why do you have to leave?' she pouted.
He shrugged again. 'Okasan want. Otosan want.'
Sighing, she sat up and shook the snow off her hair. 'Brr!' Then she grinned mischievously at him. 'Prepare for attack!' she yelled, making snowballs and throwing them at the startled boy.
He in turn took cue and threw snowballs at her too. He aimed, in a basketball-shooting stance and threw…and threw. He never missed a shot. He hit her on the face continuously and dashed away, laughing with his eyes narrowed.
Slam dunk isn't mine [Inoue Takehito owns it…]
This is my first attempt to write an SD fic, actually my first attempt to write a humor fic, please don't expect much
This is still unedited
Reviews aren't necessary, but they will be appreciated
This is really confusing stuff so hold on to your seatbelts. Per scene is written on a certain character's point of view. If Rukawa and Sendoh are addressed in their first names, it would be the girl's point of view. If they are addressed in their last names, it would be the guys' point of view ^.^ A simple tip for those who might get baffled while reading…
I don't wanna bore you with other A/N's so I'd shut up…^^ arigatou minna- san!
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Prologue
Snow was gently falling on the streets of midtown London. People garbed in thick clothes were swarming everywhere, chattering noisily about the celebrations to come. The sky was dark, and a few stars twinkled in the blue-black velvet sky. Cheery Christmas carols spilled sound over the busy lane.
'When will we see each other again?' a little blonde girl asked the little Japanese boy in front of her, who was busy piling snow upon the second ball of their small snowman. They were playing in the yard of the little girl's house.
He looked at her and forced himself to smile. His face twitched, until a smirk formed on his face. Somehow that smile could not get through his naturally glaring eyes. He shrugged. 'I not do know,' he answered.
The little girl giggled at his wrong grammar and threw him a snowball. 'Okay, we'll write letters instead,' she told him. 'Whee!' she flopped to the snow-covered ground and made snow angels with her arms and legs. She laughed.
Blinking, the little boy joined in and imitated her. 'Retter?' he asked, flipping his arms up and down, up and down.
'Yep!' she exclaimed. 'Does it snow on Japan too?'
'Hai,' he said, then coughed, correcting himself. 'Yes.'
She smiled, looking up the stars. 'Then it is not different from London. Why do you have to leave?' she pouted.
He shrugged again. 'Okasan want. Otosan want.'
Sighing, she sat up and shook the snow off her hair. 'Brr!' Then she grinned mischievously at him. 'Prepare for attack!' she yelled, making snowballs and throwing them at the startled boy.
He in turn took cue and threw snowballs at her too. He aimed, in a basketball-shooting stance and threw…and threw. He never missed a shot. He hit her on the face continuously and dashed away, laughing with his eyes narrowed.