Normally there is the quote thing here. But just in case you are thinking about asking me if I hate Mary Sues, or What Then is The Point, here's what I have to say.
I told you so. I told you so. I told you so. Don't start looking for a motive, or a plot, although a point or two may be permissible. Please. If you want the whole point, motive, or whatever, I'll give it to you. Right here.
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
I'm more than a bird
I'm more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It's not easy to be me
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see
It may sound absurd but don't be naive
Even Heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed but won't you concede
Even Heroes have the right to dream
It's not easy to be me
Up, up and away away from me
It's all right
You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy or anything
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
It's not easy to be me.
"Superman", Five for Fighting
I don't think you will get the point, but it is there, I have done my job and delivered the punchline. This entire fic was based on this single song.
The gym was very nice and 3Dish. It was good to see Slam Dunk in 3D terms.
And of course, it was even better to see the love (or in this case, it was actually 'loves') of your life in 3D, doing cool dunks and cool dribblings.
She sat down outside and tried to look sexy and cool too. Picking up a stray ball, she pretended that she was only here because the ball was stray so she needed to return it.
"Excuse me, but you guys have this -uh- stray ball. And I'm only here to -uh- return it." Yup, that was the ticket. It was back to cool and aloof and icecubey again.
"You can put it down there." Akagi was slightly huffy from being interrupted from one magnificent gorilla dunk.
So Isabella had to put it down on the exact same spot she'd picked the ball from, and then squat down and pout. (hopefully becomingly)
It was in the middle of trying out Pout no. 5 (Bottom lip extended 0.5cm, curled 10 degrees, top lip relaxed) that the competition came.
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"RU! KA! WAAAAAA! PUT THEM ALL TOGETHER AND WHAT DO YOU GET?!? RUKAWA RUKAWA RUUUKAAAWAAA!!!"
It was most annoying. First of all they'd all shown up, decked in full attire, and in full force. She'd tried glaring at them in her most bitchy manner, but they'd been too busy with screaming to notice.
And now they'd gotten themselves, PLUS herself, locked out of the gym by 1. A very annoyed Gorilla and 2. An even more annoyed Hanamichi.
Nice going, Rukawa Brigade. They'd just ruined all the progress she'd made, she reflected bitterly. But then again, optimism came in full play again, and she skipped off toward the general direction of the beach (she hoped), since there was bound to be a rather pretty sunset in an hour or so.
It was good to be an optimist.
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The wind always blew very nicely in Slam Dunk. It curled around your hair, caressed your face, and tempered emotions. It was never too strong, blasting your face in adversity, neither too hot or cold, and freezing or bringing no relief.
Like I said, the wind was nice, and so was the beach.
It was all whitey and sandy and you didn't get wet because the tide was really nice and curled back when you wanted it to.
It was a good place to go when there was little niggling doubts in your heart, or if you simply needed a break from a screaming mob of fans of a really hot basketballer guy.
Other people seemed to think it so too. Not a 100m away from her stood Sendoh, fishing on the pier.
Things were looking up by the second.
Well, that was really short. Sorry. But I'm completely burned out by orientating the Secondary 1 students in my school. They are a sorry bunch. I swear I'll write a lot more next time.
If you are one, you had better fully comprehend the extent your seniors went to make you orientated. (",)
And now I shall proceed to reply to everyone who reviewed because it makes me feel all cool and egoistic.
snowfall: Mary Sue bashing is all nice and everything in its proper place, but no, I swear I'm not bashing a Mary Sue. Maybe a fake Mary Sue, but no, not Mary Sue.
mskitsune: Thanks :D
unchained: Hooray! I changed it to fantasy. Clever me.
Eliar Swiftfire: I read it. rofl rofl rofl!!!
Ju: Why not? because I don't want to :p Superhuman strength, yes. Mary Sue tends to come packaged with it.
lambie: No... not a real Mary Sue. A fake one. And it doesn't really matter if you don't review constructively! I don't either! ^5!
hibari: Yes, Mary Sue sucks.
diwata: Yup.
Dinette: You pig. I *know* you know I know you read it. Now, review or die. And, m'dear, Pippin is MINE. Bwhahahahaha!