Title: No.10 Rukawa?
One Shot
Disclaimer: I don't own Slam dunk at all
Kai's POV
I'm exactly five feet tall. I wear blue-framed glasses and I am physically challenged. That's just a fancy schmancy term that means the same thing as not being athletic. I don't hate sports, I just think that I could be allergic to it.
Having said all that, you'll probably wondering why I'm in a packed indoor stadium, watching a game where ten sweaty males are required to run all over the court just to gain possession of one orange ball.
If you figure it out, let me know, because I myself am wondering why too.
Currently, I hear shouts of joy and cheering going on. I assume that our team must have scored so I stand up and cheer along. Unfortunately, I am greatly mistaken. It was actually Ryonan that had scored the point and now I'm the only idiot standing amidst the Shohoku fans, waving my hands like a mad woman, cheering for the wrong team.
How humiliating.
I sheepishly sit back down and make a great effort to ignore the glares that the Shohoku supporters are casting at me. I probably looked like some kind of horrible turncoat, eager to see the ruin of the Shohoku basketball club. I sink lower into my seat and I'm actually glad that I'm not tall for once.
"Baka! Why did you do that? Don't bother coming if you're not cheering for our team!" My friend, Keiko hisses.
I allow myself to shoot her a withering stare. She was the one who dragged me to this stupid game in the first place. She fails to notice my menacing look as she gathers her pom-poms and joins the rest in cheering our team. Apparently, this time, Shohoku did score.
"Rukawa! Rukawa! L-O-V-E Rukawa!!"
I cringe at the uniform high-pitched cries of the Rukawa Shinetai and try to plug out the noise by sticking my fingers in my ears. It doesn't work, and now I'm forced to watch them enter their cheerleader routine. They kick their legs high into the air, showing off their white panties to the crowd. I think that they can put cabaret girls to shame with their routine.
I feel so embarrassed for them.
"Oh my gosh, isn't he cute!" Keiko squeals and grabs my arm. I scream too, not because I find Rukawa cute, but because Keiko is squeezing my arm really tightly.
"He looks so good when he's playing," Keiko sighs. I cast her a dubious look. I may be short sighted but Keiko must really have super powerful vision. We're sitting so high up that it's impossible to distinguish who each player is, much less see their faces. I say nothing in the end, for two very good reasons. One, it's dangerous to say anything bad about Rukawa when you're sitting amongst his legion of adoring fans, and two, I've never actually seen Rukawa before.
I know what you're thinking now. It's impossible that I've never seen Rukawa before right? I mean, I go to the same school as him and he's like one of the most well known players in our school and I've never seen him before?? Well think again, it really is possible. Being vertically challenged has affected my chances of seeing Rukawa. That guy is so popular that he is constantly being mobbed by a humongous crowd of girls. There is no way I can see above that huge crowd and since I'm allergic to sports, I've never been to any of the basketball club's practices. I usually like to keep myself anyway. So Rukawa has always just been a name to me.
Yeah, I'm such a loser.
The game is now over. We've won. The girls are screaming and chanting Rukawa's name. I sneak away from them and decide to get myself a drink from the vending machine. I descend to the lowest floor where the machines are located. I make my way to the one nearest to the stairwell. I slot my coins into the machine and deliberate over Coke or Pepsi. As I'm deciding, I hear voices coming from down the corridor.
"Bwahahahahahha! Where would you be without me Rukawa? I carried this team to victory!" "Do'aho"
My ears prick up at the name "Rukawa". Maybe I'll finally get to see him.
I forget about my drink and race down the corridor. As I round the corner, I crash headlong into someone, big.
"Itai! Watch where you're going." I look up to see a tall redhead in the signature red Shohoku jersey, growling at me.
"Why don't you watch where you're going!" I snarl back at the boy in the no. 10 jersey. We growl at each other for a few seconds, then he seems to forget me and continues muttering to himself.
"Stupid girl runs into the basketball tensai and doesn't apologise," he grumbles.
I'm all ready to come back at him with my own scathing retort when something clicks inside my head and my eyes start to widen.
Basketball tensai? Was he Rukawa?
Keiko always said that Rukawa was a genius in basketball, but she also said that he had dark hair. then again, sports stars are always dyeing their hairs and coming up with weird hairstyles. Just look at Japan's soccer team in the World Cup. Almost all of them had coloured their hair. Maybe Rukawa was trying to be like Dennis Rodman. That guy's hair went from green to orange to yellow. It would make sense that an ace basketball player would try to follow his American idol right?
The redhead, 'Rukawa', walks away, but I can still hear him grumbling. He mutters something about how he stopped Sendoh and still does not get any respect. I'm now convinced that he is Rukawa. Who else can stop Sendoh but Rukawa?
I pick myself up from the ground and dust myself. A huge smile is growing on my lips now that I've finally seen what Rukawa looks like. He was a little strange but I think I like him that way.
"Kai -san! There you are!" I turn to see Keiko bounding towards me. We decide to leave as it is getting late.
"Wasn't Rukawa cute?" Keiko says and sighs, a dreamy faraway look pasted on her face. "Yes he is, he's very cute." I reply, a shy smile creeps onto my lips as my thoughts wander back to the tall basketball player with the fiery brown eyes. I make a mental note to remember that his jersey number was 10. And for the first time, I realise that I can't wait to see Rukawa again. I can't wait to see the Shohoku ace with flaming red hair.
A/N:*grins* hope that wasn't too long and weird, it came to me suddenly and I just decided to write it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Slam dunk at all
Kai's POV
I'm exactly five feet tall. I wear blue-framed glasses and I am physically challenged. That's just a fancy schmancy term that means the same thing as not being athletic. I don't hate sports, I just think that I could be allergic to it.
Having said all that, you'll probably wondering why I'm in a packed indoor stadium, watching a game where ten sweaty males are required to run all over the court just to gain possession of one orange ball.
If you figure it out, let me know, because I myself am wondering why too.
Currently, I hear shouts of joy and cheering going on. I assume that our team must have scored so I stand up and cheer along. Unfortunately, I am greatly mistaken. It was actually Ryonan that had scored the point and now I'm the only idiot standing amidst the Shohoku fans, waving my hands like a mad woman, cheering for the wrong team.
How humiliating.
I sheepishly sit back down and make a great effort to ignore the glares that the Shohoku supporters are casting at me. I probably looked like some kind of horrible turncoat, eager to see the ruin of the Shohoku basketball club. I sink lower into my seat and I'm actually glad that I'm not tall for once.
"Baka! Why did you do that? Don't bother coming if you're not cheering for our team!" My friend, Keiko hisses.
I allow myself to shoot her a withering stare. She was the one who dragged me to this stupid game in the first place. She fails to notice my menacing look as she gathers her pom-poms and joins the rest in cheering our team. Apparently, this time, Shohoku did score.
"Rukawa! Rukawa! L-O-V-E Rukawa!!"
I cringe at the uniform high-pitched cries of the Rukawa Shinetai and try to plug out the noise by sticking my fingers in my ears. It doesn't work, and now I'm forced to watch them enter their cheerleader routine. They kick their legs high into the air, showing off their white panties to the crowd. I think that they can put cabaret girls to shame with their routine.
I feel so embarrassed for them.
"Oh my gosh, isn't he cute!" Keiko squeals and grabs my arm. I scream too, not because I find Rukawa cute, but because Keiko is squeezing my arm really tightly.
"He looks so good when he's playing," Keiko sighs. I cast her a dubious look. I may be short sighted but Keiko must really have super powerful vision. We're sitting so high up that it's impossible to distinguish who each player is, much less see their faces. I say nothing in the end, for two very good reasons. One, it's dangerous to say anything bad about Rukawa when you're sitting amongst his legion of adoring fans, and two, I've never actually seen Rukawa before.
I know what you're thinking now. It's impossible that I've never seen Rukawa before right? I mean, I go to the same school as him and he's like one of the most well known players in our school and I've never seen him before?? Well think again, it really is possible. Being vertically challenged has affected my chances of seeing Rukawa. That guy is so popular that he is constantly being mobbed by a humongous crowd of girls. There is no way I can see above that huge crowd and since I'm allergic to sports, I've never been to any of the basketball club's practices. I usually like to keep myself anyway. So Rukawa has always just been a name to me.
Yeah, I'm such a loser.
The game is now over. We've won. The girls are screaming and chanting Rukawa's name. I sneak away from them and decide to get myself a drink from the vending machine. I descend to the lowest floor where the machines are located. I make my way to the one nearest to the stairwell. I slot my coins into the machine and deliberate over Coke or Pepsi. As I'm deciding, I hear voices coming from down the corridor.
"Bwahahahahahha! Where would you be without me Rukawa? I carried this team to victory!" "Do'aho"
My ears prick up at the name "Rukawa". Maybe I'll finally get to see him.
I forget about my drink and race down the corridor. As I round the corner, I crash headlong into someone, big.
"Itai! Watch where you're going." I look up to see a tall redhead in the signature red Shohoku jersey, growling at me.
"Why don't you watch where you're going!" I snarl back at the boy in the no. 10 jersey. We growl at each other for a few seconds, then he seems to forget me and continues muttering to himself.
"Stupid girl runs into the basketball tensai and doesn't apologise," he grumbles.
I'm all ready to come back at him with my own scathing retort when something clicks inside my head and my eyes start to widen.
Basketball tensai? Was he Rukawa?
Keiko always said that Rukawa was a genius in basketball, but she also said that he had dark hair. then again, sports stars are always dyeing their hairs and coming up with weird hairstyles. Just look at Japan's soccer team in the World Cup. Almost all of them had coloured their hair. Maybe Rukawa was trying to be like Dennis Rodman. That guy's hair went from green to orange to yellow. It would make sense that an ace basketball player would try to follow his American idol right?
The redhead, 'Rukawa', walks away, but I can still hear him grumbling. He mutters something about how he stopped Sendoh and still does not get any respect. I'm now convinced that he is Rukawa. Who else can stop Sendoh but Rukawa?
I pick myself up from the ground and dust myself. A huge smile is growing on my lips now that I've finally seen what Rukawa looks like. He was a little strange but I think I like him that way.
"Kai -san! There you are!" I turn to see Keiko bounding towards me. We decide to leave as it is getting late.
"Wasn't Rukawa cute?" Keiko says and sighs, a dreamy faraway look pasted on her face. "Yes he is, he's very cute." I reply, a shy smile creeps onto my lips as my thoughts wander back to the tall basketball player with the fiery brown eyes. I make a mental note to remember that his jersey number was 10. And for the first time, I realise that I can't wait to see Rukawa again. I can't wait to see the Shohoku ace with flaming red hair.
A/N:*grins* hope that wasn't too long and weird, it came to me suddenly and I just decided to write it.