A Brand New Day

Author: Sacharine
Feedback: yes, please!
Rating: PG-13 
Warning: Future profanities? No-beta (Please excuse any minor mistakes.)
Notes: "..." denotes speech '...' denotes thoughts

---Previously---

"This is Hisashi Mitsui. He will be staying at my place temporarily. Mitchy, this is Mikagami Tokiya, a friend." Their reaction was immediate.

'A friend? Yeah right. And I'm a sweet sixteen virgin.'

'He is staying at her place!?! WHO the Hell IS HE?'

The tension dropped like a stone among them. Animosity rose, almost tangible. As usually, Fuuko was blissfully oblivious.

"And I'm sure we are all going to get along just fine!"

'Yeah, right.' Unknowingly, they have the exact sentiments.

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"Fuuko. Get off me right now." Mitsui muttered into her hair. Since they were unable to decide who gets the bed, they ended up sharing. Well, sharing as in Mitsui slept on the too small bed, limbs dangling off and Fuuko slept sprawled all over him, as there is just no space else on the bed, drooling into his hair. It might seem a little intimate for friends, but they have done it before and would most probably do it again.

"Fuuko..." He growled. She snuffed a little, twitching her nose like a rabbit, and then continued drooling on his hair. Desperate, Mitsui did the one thing guarantee to wake her up. With precision, he jabbed one single stiff digit into where he thinks her waist should be under the giant t-shirt.

"AWWW! ASSHOLE!" Fuuko yelped, waking up half the block with her scream. She tumbled off her bed in a flurry of bed sheets and blankets. "What THE HECK did you do that for?"

"You were drooling in my hair!" Mitsui shouted back, touching his hair gingerly. Sitting up, he gave her the Glare-O-Death™. Fuuko opened her mouth to retort back but changed her mind at the last minute and dove at him instead, maliciously mouthing the words 'Tickle Attack.' Mitsui scuttered back like a crab in horror but was unable to evade the 'octopussy' Fuuko.

Pandemonium ensued, with flying pillows and flailing limbs. Fuuko grinned maniacally and began her attack, tickling Mitsui through the thin fabric of his shirt. Mitsui retaliated by grabbing a pillow and hitting Fuuko as much as could with his pained laughter.

Then the worst possible thing happened.

"Fuuko? Do you want me to give you a ride today? I knocked but you didn't ans-" Mikagami opened the conveniently unlocked door. (Author Note: Fuuko and Mikagami lives in studio apartments, one big room that is everything/kitchen/bedroom/living room and a smaller room that is the bathroom.)

Mikagami eyes bulged out in apparent shock and his hands tighten painfully on the door handle.

"Err- I can explain!" Fuuko grinned sheepishly form her perch on Mitsui's legs, her hands poised to choke him. Mitsui was sprawled prone under her, hands full with a pillow that he was using to bash Fuuko's head in.

Time went for a moment as they three stared at each other. The silver-grey tabby cat look up for a glance but returned to washing her ears from her perch on top of the bookshelf.

Then, Mitsui once again, never failing, promptly open his mouth and spewed some random crap.

"Why do we have to explain to him anything? It is not like he is your boyfriend or brother or anything like that right? Mitsui complained, almost whining. He lifted a hand to comb back his mussed hair only to shudder in revulsion to find it wet. Fuuko noticed his reaction and smacked him, annoyed.

Mikagami was ready to spat fire. Executing a perfect turn he stomped off, slamming the door shut for dramatic effect only to be thwart when the Hinges-Defence-System™ kicked in.

"Oh my... seems like somebody is mad at us… I wonder why..." Mitsui mocked in a cutesy voice, mournfully. Fuuko burst out laughing at his antics.

"Stupid head! Go and wash your precious hair! And since you drove Mi-Chan off, you just have to drive me to school." Stretching, Fuuko stood up and went to her wardrobe to dig out some clothes.

Mitsui only sighed, used to it already.

"Mitchy! Lend me a top! I'm out of clean sleeves-less ones and they said it is going to be hot today!" Fuuko hollered in the direction of the bathroom, already rummaging in his bags. Hearing the muffled ascension, she cackled and pulled out her favourite, the one he always told her not to take.

The red Shohoku number 14-jersey top.

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Mitsui gaped at her. Fuuko smirked back unrepentantly. Mitsui threw up his hands and gave it up as a lost cause. Every time she gets the chance, she would never failed to rob him of that particular top. 'It is too large, hanging down to her hips but she just insists on having it. She just loves that damned jersey. I really can't get her, that strange woman...'

"Come on, let's go... I need to seek out some friends for training too, you know." He sighed, shooing her with little flapping motions of hand.

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Kogure Kiminobu, the team manager for JABBA was sure there is something wrong with his eyes. He took off his glass, rubbed them, and then rubbed his eyes. He nudged his friend, Rukawa Kaede who was in Tokyo looking for his cousin, but presently hanging out with the rest of the old Shohoku team. "Rukawa, please tell me my eyes are wrong and that is not the Shohoku jersey number 14."

With some effort, the sleepwalking individual pried his eyes open.

"It is." Then he zoned out once more.

"But it is a girl wearing it!" Kogure exclaimed.

"So? Maybe a fan girl of Micchy..."Miyagi drawled, from the other side of Kogure.

"But... What if... Come on maybe she knows Mitsui? I have been trying to find him! He took off like a bat when the coach allowed the small break!" The normally placid Megane grabbed the arms of his companion and towed them after the red spot weaving through the crowds, like a homing missile with the two dumbfounded add-on.

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Yanagi

2002-11-20

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Yup from slamdunk. Thanks!

bishounen lovah

2002-08-13

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It was a typho (_). The deal between Fuuko and Mitsui will come out later. And yes the jealously was eating Mi-chan up.

Actually I didn't mean for this to be a crossover, but a friend said she would treat me to Jap food at Keyaki, at Pan-pacific if I can write her challenge and this is the result. *Smiles *I'm a sucker for Japanese food, what to do? BTW, you are right, it was dancing. The reasons would also come out later. You just have to keep reading ne?

Kurei

2002-08-12

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I haven't decided yet. Convince me to make it tofu ne? Thanks

Pe3vEs

2002-08-11

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Anonymous

I'm writing, I'm writing! Thanks.

2002-08-10

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Anonymous

Sorry for the lateness… Thanks.

fuuko mikagami

2002-08-09

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Anonymous

(^_^)Thanks. More Confusion! More people entering! -Maniacal Laughter- "Bring it on!"

F5C

2002-08-09

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Yup it is ballet. Yeah SH is cute and he might come in, in later chapters. Thanks

yvonne

2002-08-09

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Anonymous

Sorry for the delay, real life intruded… Thanks.