Slam Dunk is not mine...darn.
Chapter 2
It can't be her. It isn't her. It is a different woman who looks like her and has the same name.but it isn't her. After all, there are at least more than a hundred people in Kanagawa with the name Mizuki. Damn, why am I even thinking of her? She walked out of home nine years ago and she left me alone. Damn, did she even think about others? What they thought when she just walked away like that and never returned? All those empty promises she made about sending letters and visiting again, all empty talk. Selfish bitch, she doesn't even care. It isn't her. She's dead, at least in my memory. There is no place for her in my heart. She is only a figment of imagination, like a fairytale. She's dead.
Rukawa sat staring out of the window, his mind all jumbled up with thoughts. The rain outside splattered against the window pane and trickled slowly down, blurring the images and things outside. All his life, since his mother had walked out, he had wanted to see her again. He wanted her to come back. But here she was, back in Kanagawa. And Rukawa did not feel anything at all. He had changed from the laughing, merry child to a cold emotionless youth. He could only feel bitterness. All his life, apart from basketball, he had wanted to see her, he had wanted to see his parents united. She had come back, not to see him, but with another family of her own, obviously forgetting about her past life. The hell with her!
~Flashback~
"Kaede, what do you want to be when you grow up?" came Mizuki's soft, musical voice as she lovingly ran a slender hand through his untidy raven hair.
"I want to be a professional basketball player, and I want to be the best player in Japan, in the whole world!" came the boy's enthusiastic reply. His ice blue eyes shone with eagerness and his face glowed with excitement. "And when I am rich I will buy a huge house for you, kassan, neechan and me to live in!"
Mizuki laughed softly, hope and love reflected in her chocolate eyes for her son. "No doubt, you will, Kaede."
~End of Flashback~
This was one of the few memories he had of her. All the others, it seemed had died over the years, buried under layers of ice, bitterness and his emptiness. Rukawa felt his chest tighten with pain. He coughed continuously into the back of his hand until his throat was sore and he was nearly breathless. He had been asthmatic since he was very young. His asthmatic attacks had rapidly increased ever since he had started playing basketball. He was thankful that he had never collapsed or started coughing like this when he was in school.
He let his gaze wander to the back of his hand, and to his shock, he saw splotches of red on it. Blood? Do asthmatic people cough out blood?
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"Nyahahahaha! Ore wa Tensai Sakuragi Hanamichi!" cried Sakuragi after he successfully did a lay up shot.
"Do'ahou," the word came automatically from Rukawa's mouth.
"Baka kitsune! How dare you make fun of the tensai!"
"Tensai my ass!"
"Teme!"
Whap! A paper fan came out of nowhere and slapped Sakuragi on his head. The person was none other than Ayako, the basketball team manageress of Shohoku High. Though Sakuragi towered over her, he seemed to shrink before this curly haired girl who wore her wavy hair under a cap clutching the dreaded paper fan.
"Continue with your practice, Sakuragi. This is not the time to pick a fight with Rukawa," said Ayako.
"This is so unfair!" protested Sakuragi clutching his head. "The kitsune started it, why do you never hit him!" He was silenced quickly as Ayako brandished her paper fan menacingly and he slunk off back to the court.
Later, when all the others had gone home, he started to practice on his own. He dribbled the ball across the court and proceeded to dunk it into the basket. Usually, he would put his whole heart and soul into practicing, but today, he seemed, distracted. All of a sudden, his chest erupted with pain. He sank to his knees clutching his chest, and started coughing into his t-shirt. After a few moments, he got up rather shakily.
I have to practice! The practice match against Ryonan is coming soon! They must not know of my asthma, or Anzai-sensei will never let me play for the game. Full of determination, he continued his dunk shots, lay up shots, and three points. Damn that noise! Damn the stupid yelling, screaming crowd! And most of all, damn those stupid girls who screamed everytime he made a shot. Did they have no dignity? Damn them!
Wait, he told himself, there's nobody in here! Damn it! Must have been my imagination. He continued practicing like nothing had happened. When he decided that he had practiced enough, he staggered out of the gym and reached for his bike, his head throbbing with pain. Images swam in and out of focus. Asthma causes headaches? He wondered.
He rode all the way home, deciding to consume some aspirin as soon as he reached home. As he came to the outside of his house, he reached his hand into the letterbox, not as if he expected any letters, but out of habit. His fingers closed on a letter. He staggered into the dark house, flipped a switch and light flooded in. Forgetting about the aspirin, he ripped open the envelope, and froze as he saw its contents.
Tbc
Another chapter...whew! Boring? I really SUCK at writing. Hell, who cares. PLs Review anyway.
Aneway, sumwan asked me a question..manicalcraze I think..am I Malaysian? Yea I am..and I luv to drink teh tarik!
Chapter 2
It can't be her. It isn't her. It is a different woman who looks like her and has the same name.but it isn't her. After all, there are at least more than a hundred people in Kanagawa with the name Mizuki. Damn, why am I even thinking of her? She walked out of home nine years ago and she left me alone. Damn, did she even think about others? What they thought when she just walked away like that and never returned? All those empty promises she made about sending letters and visiting again, all empty talk. Selfish bitch, she doesn't even care. It isn't her. She's dead, at least in my memory. There is no place for her in my heart. She is only a figment of imagination, like a fairytale. She's dead.
Rukawa sat staring out of the window, his mind all jumbled up with thoughts. The rain outside splattered against the window pane and trickled slowly down, blurring the images and things outside. All his life, since his mother had walked out, he had wanted to see her again. He wanted her to come back. But here she was, back in Kanagawa. And Rukawa did not feel anything at all. He had changed from the laughing, merry child to a cold emotionless youth. He could only feel bitterness. All his life, apart from basketball, he had wanted to see her, he had wanted to see his parents united. She had come back, not to see him, but with another family of her own, obviously forgetting about her past life. The hell with her!
~Flashback~
"Kaede, what do you want to be when you grow up?" came Mizuki's soft, musical voice as she lovingly ran a slender hand through his untidy raven hair.
"I want to be a professional basketball player, and I want to be the best player in Japan, in the whole world!" came the boy's enthusiastic reply. His ice blue eyes shone with eagerness and his face glowed with excitement. "And when I am rich I will buy a huge house for you, kassan, neechan and me to live in!"
Mizuki laughed softly, hope and love reflected in her chocolate eyes for her son. "No doubt, you will, Kaede."
~End of Flashback~
This was one of the few memories he had of her. All the others, it seemed had died over the years, buried under layers of ice, bitterness and his emptiness. Rukawa felt his chest tighten with pain. He coughed continuously into the back of his hand until his throat was sore and he was nearly breathless. He had been asthmatic since he was very young. His asthmatic attacks had rapidly increased ever since he had started playing basketball. He was thankful that he had never collapsed or started coughing like this when he was in school.
He let his gaze wander to the back of his hand, and to his shock, he saw splotches of red on it. Blood? Do asthmatic people cough out blood?
********************
"Nyahahahaha! Ore wa Tensai Sakuragi Hanamichi!" cried Sakuragi after he successfully did a lay up shot.
"Do'ahou," the word came automatically from Rukawa's mouth.
"Baka kitsune! How dare you make fun of the tensai!"
"Tensai my ass!"
"Teme!"
Whap! A paper fan came out of nowhere and slapped Sakuragi on his head. The person was none other than Ayako, the basketball team manageress of Shohoku High. Though Sakuragi towered over her, he seemed to shrink before this curly haired girl who wore her wavy hair under a cap clutching the dreaded paper fan.
"Continue with your practice, Sakuragi. This is not the time to pick a fight with Rukawa," said Ayako.
"This is so unfair!" protested Sakuragi clutching his head. "The kitsune started it, why do you never hit him!" He was silenced quickly as Ayako brandished her paper fan menacingly and he slunk off back to the court.
Later, when all the others had gone home, he started to practice on his own. He dribbled the ball across the court and proceeded to dunk it into the basket. Usually, he would put his whole heart and soul into practicing, but today, he seemed, distracted. All of a sudden, his chest erupted with pain. He sank to his knees clutching his chest, and started coughing into his t-shirt. After a few moments, he got up rather shakily.
I have to practice! The practice match against Ryonan is coming soon! They must not know of my asthma, or Anzai-sensei will never let me play for the game. Full of determination, he continued his dunk shots, lay up shots, and three points. Damn that noise! Damn the stupid yelling, screaming crowd! And most of all, damn those stupid girls who screamed everytime he made a shot. Did they have no dignity? Damn them!
Wait, he told himself, there's nobody in here! Damn it! Must have been my imagination. He continued practicing like nothing had happened. When he decided that he had practiced enough, he staggered out of the gym and reached for his bike, his head throbbing with pain. Images swam in and out of focus. Asthma causes headaches? He wondered.
He rode all the way home, deciding to consume some aspirin as soon as he reached home. As he came to the outside of his house, he reached his hand into the letterbox, not as if he expected any letters, but out of habit. His fingers closed on a letter. He staggered into the dark house, flipped a switch and light flooded in. Forgetting about the aspirin, he ripped open the envelope, and froze as he saw its contents.
Tbc
Another chapter...whew! Boring? I really SUCK at writing. Hell, who cares. PLs Review anyway.
Aneway, sumwan asked me a question..manicalcraze I think..am I Malaysian? Yea I am..and I luv to drink teh tarik!