Author's note: Call me corny, but I have a cold and dry coughs which really
drives me crazy. Yet it inspires me to write! Please read and review, it
might cure me! ^____^
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A DEFINITION OF THE TRUE GORI
Sendoh walked idly towards Ryonan High, his big sports bag slung on his shouder. On his other hand, he carried his small umbrella, a part of his uniform soaked with the rain. Even as the chill became unbearable to him, his wide smile was still drawn on his lips, making every woman walking by him sigh in admiration.
A slap on the back woke the spiky haired boy from his daydreams. "Oi, Sendoh!" a loud, booming voice came from his back. Only a moron could miss remembering whose voice was that. It is Uozomi, of course! Despite the intensity of the call, Sendoh didn't move a muscle.
"Now, what is your problem, moody quote and quote ace player?" Koshino joined in, clad in a bright yellow raincoat which really enhances his cutiieeee (as they say) features. "Sen-chan," he purred. No reaction again. "Sweetie pie, Chocolate, Strawberry, Sweet potato, Honey pie, Honey bee... Jollibee..." he called, giving a reaction different from what Koshino wanted. He only hit a nerve.
Sendoh turned his glacial stare at Koshino. "Don't dare call me names you and your girl call each other. It makes me sick." Uozomi sweatdropped. "You should call me Akira. Hey, don't you realize that by calling people by their surnames, you're wasting the first names which were given by their parents?"
"Akira sounds like a girl's name," Uozomi remarked.
"I second the motion!" Koshino exclaimed merrily.
"I'll practice less," Sendoh finalized, storming through the shade of the building. Girls around him instantly grew stars on their eyes. (Author's note: Am I going too far from the main storyline? hehe)
Back in Shohoku High, Akagi was already in his History class, trying to concentrate in the class, nevertheless disturbed by the nagging reminders of that *person*. ["Meet me under the bridge after your practice... don't forget it, okay?" the person have said in a low, whispery voice.] Akagi shook his head, but the pain in his head had already build caused by the parrot-like repetition of the thought. Thoughtlessly, his head drooped, slowly progressing its way to his strong, waiting arms, his headache and the lull of sleep more powerful than his will to listen and learn in class.
"Akagi. Oi." a soft whisper intruded my sleep. If I were Rukawa, I'd certainly beat the hell out of this guy. Well, now I want to do it; my sleep's too heavenly.
Of course, as a disciplined monkey [what adjective will suit this big man?] lifted his big head and stared at the owner of the voice. Upon seeing the speaker, he slumped his head on his arms again, plus creating a groan from his lips.
"Gah! I hate it when I call you Akagi and when I'm supposed to call Haruko-san Akagi-san too! K'so!"
With this remark, Akagi lifted his head. For a while, he thought of why he was there. He was on the verge of saying 'where am I' and drew it back because he was facing the king of Do'aho. Without thinking, he gave the redheaded monkey a pounce on the head.
"Itai!" then he stopped. He just remembered something VERY important. Hanamichi suddenly felt bashful about the situation. "A. ahm. There's a question I've got to ask you. ummm." Should he ask it? If he did, the situation will be cleared up. If he don't. he'll be awake all night. uh.
"What?" Akagi listened to Sakuragi's uhms and ahms and then glanced at the clock. It was already lunch! He noticed his stomach grumbling, begging to be filled with a sumptuous meal.
To be continued once again. I'm too lazy eh? I promise the next chapter will be longer than this and more sensible than this. ^___^ please review!!
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A DEFINITION OF THE TRUE GORI
Sendoh walked idly towards Ryonan High, his big sports bag slung on his shouder. On his other hand, he carried his small umbrella, a part of his uniform soaked with the rain. Even as the chill became unbearable to him, his wide smile was still drawn on his lips, making every woman walking by him sigh in admiration.
A slap on the back woke the spiky haired boy from his daydreams. "Oi, Sendoh!" a loud, booming voice came from his back. Only a moron could miss remembering whose voice was that. It is Uozomi, of course! Despite the intensity of the call, Sendoh didn't move a muscle.
"Now, what is your problem, moody quote and quote ace player?" Koshino joined in, clad in a bright yellow raincoat which really enhances his cutiieeee (as they say) features. "Sen-chan," he purred. No reaction again. "Sweetie pie, Chocolate, Strawberry, Sweet potato, Honey pie, Honey bee... Jollibee..." he called, giving a reaction different from what Koshino wanted. He only hit a nerve.
Sendoh turned his glacial stare at Koshino. "Don't dare call me names you and your girl call each other. It makes me sick." Uozomi sweatdropped. "You should call me Akira. Hey, don't you realize that by calling people by their surnames, you're wasting the first names which were given by their parents?"
"Akira sounds like a girl's name," Uozomi remarked.
"I second the motion!" Koshino exclaimed merrily.
"I'll practice less," Sendoh finalized, storming through the shade of the building. Girls around him instantly grew stars on their eyes. (Author's note: Am I going too far from the main storyline? hehe)
Back in Shohoku High, Akagi was already in his History class, trying to concentrate in the class, nevertheless disturbed by the nagging reminders of that *person*. ["Meet me under the bridge after your practice... don't forget it, okay?" the person have said in a low, whispery voice.] Akagi shook his head, but the pain in his head had already build caused by the parrot-like repetition of the thought. Thoughtlessly, his head drooped, slowly progressing its way to his strong, waiting arms, his headache and the lull of sleep more powerful than his will to listen and learn in class.
"Akagi. Oi." a soft whisper intruded my sleep. If I were Rukawa, I'd certainly beat the hell out of this guy. Well, now I want to do it; my sleep's too heavenly.
Of course, as a disciplined monkey [what adjective will suit this big man?] lifted his big head and stared at the owner of the voice. Upon seeing the speaker, he slumped his head on his arms again, plus creating a groan from his lips.
"Gah! I hate it when I call you Akagi and when I'm supposed to call Haruko-san Akagi-san too! K'so!"
With this remark, Akagi lifted his head. For a while, he thought of why he was there. He was on the verge of saying 'where am I' and drew it back because he was facing the king of Do'aho. Without thinking, he gave the redheaded monkey a pounce on the head.
"Itai!" then he stopped. He just remembered something VERY important. Hanamichi suddenly felt bashful about the situation. "A. ahm. There's a question I've got to ask you. ummm." Should he ask it? If he did, the situation will be cleared up. If he don't. he'll be awake all night. uh.
"What?" Akagi listened to Sakuragi's uhms and ahms and then glanced at the clock. It was already lunch! He noticed his stomach grumbling, begging to be filled with a sumptuous meal.
To be continued once again. I'm too lazy eh? I promise the next chapter will be longer than this and more sensible than this. ^___^ please review!!