Title: Remorse
Author: Arisfilan
Disclaimer: I don't own the SD guys. They belong to somebody else... but
Kaede owns my sexy body and soul.hehehe.......
Part 3. Sakuragi's Grief
The clouds covering the sun adds gloom to the cemetery where Rukawa was sitting beside Haruko's grave.
The only sound he can hear was the soft sobs and occasional coming from a nearby grave where a coffin was being lowered. He feel rather than see the tears from the eyes of the persons left by their loved one. Some were crying their hearts out while the others kept their composure and sometimes content their anguish with the whispering of their parted beloved's name.
Chills went down his spine. For it was like the scene seven years ago at Haruko's funeral.
A lot of people came to her funeral; a lot of people came to give their respect to the little sweet girl who touched their lives. Her teachers, her friends and classmates, the Sakuragi Gundan, the whole Shohoku team and even Anzai-sensei were there.
As much as possible, he does not want to think about that day. It was the most painful day in his life.
*Flashback*
Rukawa was having second thoughts about coming to the funeral. He was not able to talk to Akagi before the funeral and since Coach Anzai's announcement that there would be no practice for a week, he never went to school again. He felt guilty after hearing about Haruko's suicide. And the fact that Haruko was holding his picture when she died made him responsible for her death.
HE knew that he had to come. Going to her funeral was the least he can do for the person who must have loved him so much. He wanted to ask for her forgiveness, for the insensitivity that he had showed her even for the last moment of her life.
He was approaching the crowd when Sakuragi saw him. With eyes blazing with fury, he punched Rukawa so hard that the dark-haired boy fell.
"It was all your fault! You bastard! You cold-hearted bastard! What did you do to her?" With that shout, he punched Rukawa again, cutting the boy's lips.
Mitsui and Kogure tried to restrain Sakuragi from attacking Rukawa while the other people were staring at the scene Sakuragi was doing.
"You killed her! And now you have the guts to show that fucking face of yours!" "Stop it Hanamichi! Please be quiet. The people are staring at us," Kogure pleaded while clutching Sakuragi's arms.
"Sakuragi, stop acting like a crazy man. Respect my sister's funeral," Akagi ordered.
Looking with Rukawa with pure hate, Sakuragi scowled, "Why are you letting that criminal in Haruko's funeral? It's his entire fault. We wouldn't be here if not for that bastard! Haruko would not be inside that coffin if not for him!" And then he was crying. Tears fell down continuously, all the pain and anger visible in his chocolate brown eyes.
"You killed her. You killed Haruko!"
*End of Flashback*
Rukawa could not forget the pain he felt at that moment. Sakuragi was looking at him with all the pain and anger he haven't seen before. Sakuragi was crying because of him. He was so sorry for hurting him that much. Why did he do it? Why did he hurt the person he loves the most?
He wanted to hold Sakuragi. He wanted to hold him in his arms. He would have done anything to ease some of the pain Sakuragi was feeling.
*Flashback*
At their first practice, a week after the funeral, everyone was still silent and subdued. There was no bickering and bantering, and Akagi was not his usual growling self. They were already practicing when the gym doors opened, and Sakuragi entered wearing his school uniform. He immediately went to Anzai-sensei.
"I want to quit the team," he said, plain and emotionless. Anzai-sensei merely looked at him in surprise.
"Sakuragi." Akagi called.
"I'm sorry, Akagi, but I will quit the team," he repeated turning to him. Akagi was quite stunned, hearing his name coming from the redhead baka he used to bash because of his stupid name-calling.
Kogure approached him, "Sakuragi, you're not serious aren't you?" hoping against hope that it was not for real.
"Please think it over before deciding and besides Haruko wouldn't like you to quit the team," Ayako added. Now, everyone was watching him.
"Gomen Ayako-san, Megane-kun. But my decision is final. I guess. it's goodbye," he suddenly turned his back and started walking towards the door. When.
"Sakuragi! Don't leave the team. If you don't want to be in the team with me, then I'll go."
Everyone was surprised. They never heard Rukawa call Sakuragi other than do'aho nor he ever speak more than two words when talking.
"I'm not quitting because of you or anybody else," Sakuragi replied without looking at the kitsune, "I'm quitting the team because I want to."
He went out after that, leaving the team as silent as before. Youhei informed them, days after that incident, that Sakuragi would be transferring to another school.
Rukawa was devastated. He wanted to talk to Sakuragi before leaving for his training in Tokyo. Not that he expected the redhead to dissuade him from going, because that was impossible, but at least to iron things out. He would even go down to his knees and ask for forgiveness if Sakuragi asked him to. But when he went to his house, the redhead refused to see him.
"Good afternoon Youhei, Is Sakuragi in there?"
"Rukawa?! Yes, yes, he's here." Youhei was surprised, widen the door for him.
"Can I talk to him?"
"Sure. I'll just call him."
Youhei came back after a few seconds, looking a little bit uncomfortable.
"Umm. Rukawa. I'm sorry but I didn't noticed that Sakuragi went out a while ago."
"Don't lie, Youhei, just tell him that I have to talk to him," the fox-boy strained to keep his composure.
"Gomen nasai but he really doesn't want to talk to you."
"Please?"
Youhei was dumbfounded, Rukawa asking politely? "You know Sakuragi, he's so stubborn. I tried to persuade him to talk to you but he refused. Sorry."
" Okay." Rukawa felt defeated. "Just tell him that. that. I'll be leaving for Tokyo tomorrow."
*End of Flashback*
Rukawa was still lost in his thoughts so he didn't notice that someone was walking towards where he was sitting. The man carrying flowers was walking hurriedly but suddenly stopped upon seeing that someone was sitting on the grave that he visits every year.
He was rooted on the spot, looking closely at the person sitting beside Haruko's grave. After recognizing the dark-haired, pale man, his eyes suddenly became flooded with emotion, confusion, pain, surprise and something else. With a small voice he whispered, "Rukawa?"
With all the painful memories muddling his brain, it was surprising that Rukawa still heard that small whisper. His heart beating loudly, he slowly turned his face up to see who called him. He was blinded by the shock of fiery red hair that greeted his sight.
"Sakuragi?!"
-tsuzuku-
Authors Notes:
AT LAST!!!!!!!! I have finished chapter 3. Hope you like it.^....^
Sorry if it took me looonnnggggggg before updating. Well, theres so many school work, I have to submit this, I have to read that, I have to watch this, etc.....uhmm..okay , I admit it I'm just lazy. Anyways, I'm just pretending to be a writer so it took me days (weeks...) before coming up with a new chapter.
I would like to thank all those nice, kind, pretty, sexy, people who reviewed my work. Arigatou.
Part 3. Sakuragi's Grief
The clouds covering the sun adds gloom to the cemetery where Rukawa was sitting beside Haruko's grave.
The only sound he can hear was the soft sobs and occasional coming from a nearby grave where a coffin was being lowered. He feel rather than see the tears from the eyes of the persons left by their loved one. Some were crying their hearts out while the others kept their composure and sometimes content their anguish with the whispering of their parted beloved's name.
Chills went down his spine. For it was like the scene seven years ago at Haruko's funeral.
A lot of people came to her funeral; a lot of people came to give their respect to the little sweet girl who touched their lives. Her teachers, her friends and classmates, the Sakuragi Gundan, the whole Shohoku team and even Anzai-sensei were there.
As much as possible, he does not want to think about that day. It was the most painful day in his life.
*Flashback*
Rukawa was having second thoughts about coming to the funeral. He was not able to talk to Akagi before the funeral and since Coach Anzai's announcement that there would be no practice for a week, he never went to school again. He felt guilty after hearing about Haruko's suicide. And the fact that Haruko was holding his picture when she died made him responsible for her death.
HE knew that he had to come. Going to her funeral was the least he can do for the person who must have loved him so much. He wanted to ask for her forgiveness, for the insensitivity that he had showed her even for the last moment of her life.
He was approaching the crowd when Sakuragi saw him. With eyes blazing with fury, he punched Rukawa so hard that the dark-haired boy fell.
"It was all your fault! You bastard! You cold-hearted bastard! What did you do to her?" With that shout, he punched Rukawa again, cutting the boy's lips.
Mitsui and Kogure tried to restrain Sakuragi from attacking Rukawa while the other people were staring at the scene Sakuragi was doing.
"You killed her! And now you have the guts to show that fucking face of yours!" "Stop it Hanamichi! Please be quiet. The people are staring at us," Kogure pleaded while clutching Sakuragi's arms.
"Sakuragi, stop acting like a crazy man. Respect my sister's funeral," Akagi ordered.
Looking with Rukawa with pure hate, Sakuragi scowled, "Why are you letting that criminal in Haruko's funeral? It's his entire fault. We wouldn't be here if not for that bastard! Haruko would not be inside that coffin if not for him!" And then he was crying. Tears fell down continuously, all the pain and anger visible in his chocolate brown eyes.
"You killed her. You killed Haruko!"
*End of Flashback*
Rukawa could not forget the pain he felt at that moment. Sakuragi was looking at him with all the pain and anger he haven't seen before. Sakuragi was crying because of him. He was so sorry for hurting him that much. Why did he do it? Why did he hurt the person he loves the most?
He wanted to hold Sakuragi. He wanted to hold him in his arms. He would have done anything to ease some of the pain Sakuragi was feeling.
*Flashback*
At their first practice, a week after the funeral, everyone was still silent and subdued. There was no bickering and bantering, and Akagi was not his usual growling self. They were already practicing when the gym doors opened, and Sakuragi entered wearing his school uniform. He immediately went to Anzai-sensei.
"I want to quit the team," he said, plain and emotionless. Anzai-sensei merely looked at him in surprise.
"Sakuragi." Akagi called.
"I'm sorry, Akagi, but I will quit the team," he repeated turning to him. Akagi was quite stunned, hearing his name coming from the redhead baka he used to bash because of his stupid name-calling.
Kogure approached him, "Sakuragi, you're not serious aren't you?" hoping against hope that it was not for real.
"Please think it over before deciding and besides Haruko wouldn't like you to quit the team," Ayako added. Now, everyone was watching him.
"Gomen Ayako-san, Megane-kun. But my decision is final. I guess. it's goodbye," he suddenly turned his back and started walking towards the door. When.
"Sakuragi! Don't leave the team. If you don't want to be in the team with me, then I'll go."
Everyone was surprised. They never heard Rukawa call Sakuragi other than do'aho nor he ever speak more than two words when talking.
"I'm not quitting because of you or anybody else," Sakuragi replied without looking at the kitsune, "I'm quitting the team because I want to."
He went out after that, leaving the team as silent as before. Youhei informed them, days after that incident, that Sakuragi would be transferring to another school.
Rukawa was devastated. He wanted to talk to Sakuragi before leaving for his training in Tokyo. Not that he expected the redhead to dissuade him from going, because that was impossible, but at least to iron things out. He would even go down to his knees and ask for forgiveness if Sakuragi asked him to. But when he went to his house, the redhead refused to see him.
"Good afternoon Youhei, Is Sakuragi in there?"
"Rukawa?! Yes, yes, he's here." Youhei was surprised, widen the door for him.
"Can I talk to him?"
"Sure. I'll just call him."
Youhei came back after a few seconds, looking a little bit uncomfortable.
"Umm. Rukawa. I'm sorry but I didn't noticed that Sakuragi went out a while ago."
"Don't lie, Youhei, just tell him that I have to talk to him," the fox-boy strained to keep his composure.
"Gomen nasai but he really doesn't want to talk to you."
"Please?"
Youhei was dumbfounded, Rukawa asking politely? "You know Sakuragi, he's so stubborn. I tried to persuade him to talk to you but he refused. Sorry."
" Okay." Rukawa felt defeated. "Just tell him that. that. I'll be leaving for Tokyo tomorrow."
*End of Flashback*
Rukawa was still lost in his thoughts so he didn't notice that someone was walking towards where he was sitting. The man carrying flowers was walking hurriedly but suddenly stopped upon seeing that someone was sitting on the grave that he visits every year.
He was rooted on the spot, looking closely at the person sitting beside Haruko's grave. After recognizing the dark-haired, pale man, his eyes suddenly became flooded with emotion, confusion, pain, surprise and something else. With a small voice he whispered, "Rukawa?"
With all the painful memories muddling his brain, it was surprising that Rukawa still heard that small whisper. His heart beating loudly, he slowly turned his face up to see who called him. He was blinded by the shock of fiery red hair that greeted his sight.
"Sakuragi?!"
-tsuzuku-
Authors Notes:
AT LAST!!!!!!!! I have finished chapter 3. Hope you like it.^....^
Sorry if it took me looonnnggggggg before updating. Well, theres so many school work, I have to submit this, I have to read that, I have to watch this, etc.....uhmm..okay , I admit it I'm just lazy. Anyways, I'm just pretending to be a writer so it took me days (weeks...) before coming up with a new chapter.
I would like to thank all those nice, kind, pretty, sexy, people who reviewed my work. Arigatou.