CaLL Me SelFisH Title: Call Me Selfish.

Characters: MitMiya - Yaoi, shohoku team and the company.

Disclaimer: Dun own Slam Dunk, and I guess I'll never will.. *starts day-dreaming* I wish I did.

A/N: Ma first MitMiya, ma favorite couple in the series. They're just soooooooooo cute, and who dinies it, just lemme take care of 'em ^^;; Hope you'll like it.. Reviews are HEAVILY appreciated!

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"But Aya-chan.." Ryota's eyes became teary, "I.. I love you."

Ayako sighed, "I love you too, Ryota, but as a friend.. a best friend and nothing else. I'm sorry, but I can't look at you that way." Then she walked away.


Ryota Miyagi sat on the bench in the park, his puffed, red eyes had cried a million tears but still they weren't dry. His tired head rested on his hands while his elbows rested on his knees. His tears seemed to roll down his face a little bit slower, he wasn't expecting that and even if he did, he had to try. He had to ask Ayako to see if she'd reject him or not, but he never thought that she would pick the second choice and reject him.

Her words echoed in his mind once, twice and many times that made him lose count. He just wished that this was just a bad dream and he'd wake up in any moment, but the pain that he felt in his heart wasn't giving him any other choice. It was *REAL*, he *had* been rejected few moments ago and he *was* sitting on that bench sobbing like a little kid.

HE WAS REJECTED!

He groggily stood up and wiped his tears away, the two years he spent on chasing his crush seemed to be wasted now. Wasted on hopes that now faded away, wasted like watching raining clouds which kept flying above him while he was thirsty, then left without letting go of any drop.

He clenched his fist and teeth as an attempt to hold his tears back, he shouldn't be weak like this, his pride couldn't let him be like that puplicily. He should get over Ayako as he got over many other girls. This wasn't the first time he got rejected, but still.. the pain was there, he never felt like it before. It was different, more painful than any pain he had known in his whole life. Even that pain he felt after his fight with Mitsui can't be compared to what he felt now. Nothing can be.

He looked up at the place that his legs led him to, the gym. He shouldn't be surprised at all. Where would he go else where? His apartment? Heh, he never liked that place and it was his habbit to practice in that time, anyway. But never this late.

He opened the doors of the gym and got in slowly, he never thought that he'd feel so sad to get into this place. This place where he saw his 'Aya-chan' for the first time. This place where his hopes were built on, the hopes that faded a while ago.

He felt like crying again, but he ignored the prisoners who tried hard to escape from their cell and started to dribble the ball. He seemed to be drifted away into another world of his own when he started to dribble it faster and faster as if he was playing one-on-one with an invisible opponent. He dribbled faster passing the ball through the small gap between his legs. Suddenly, he ran to the basket deciding to make a lay-up.

Ryota jumped to put the orange rubberized ball in the hoop, suddenly a realization hit him. Even this game, he played it only to impress Ayako, to be near her. She was the reason he joined the team in the first place.

He lost his balance and fell on his face, he layed there for a while still letting his mind relax a bit. He closed his eyes shut relaxing, he needed a long sleep to get some of his strength back. He was very tired, exhausted.

He seemed to be falling asleep when somebody opened the door of the gym so sudden. He winced at the sudden noise which broke the peaceful calmness he was in. Ryota looked up to see a very familiar tall figure.

"I always knew you had a crush on the ground." The figure teased with a grin, then he held a hand out for the fallen boy, "Wharra ya doin' here?"

"Same question to you, Mitsui." Ryota said taking Mitsui's hand, when he was on his feet, he turned quickly to pick the ball not wanting Mitsui to notice his face. The face which was filled with hurt and tracks of his tears. He started dribbling, his back to Mitsui.

"Well, I come to the gym at this time everyday." Mitsui said, "What about you? Shouldn't you be chasing Ayako? Or at home writing some peoms to her?" He teased again.

The sound of the ball hitting the floor stopped, Mitsui looked worriedly at his shorter friend. Ryota caught the ball and tightened his grip on it, suddenly a tear fell on the ball and rolled on it slowly followed by others.

"Ryota?" Mitsui walked slowly to the point-guard and put his hand on his shoulder, "What's wrong?" He asked, concern in his voice.

"Eleventh," He whispered.

"Nani?"

"She's my eleventh!" He shouted at him, "She *rejected* me! Happy now, Mr Mitsui?!"

Mitsui backed away from Ryota, feeling his burning anger. "Wharra you talking about? Who rej.." Suddenly, he figured everything out and his features softened. He approached Ryota and tried to give him a comfort hug, but before he could the latter threw the ball at him angrily and left the gym. Mitsui was able to catch it before hitting him, he looked at the -still opened- doors of the gym, then whispered, "Ryota."


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A/N: Just the start, I thought that I should've make it one-shot, but nah.. I'm better off with chapters. please, R/R.. Arigatou ^____^ And Liete-chan.. This is for you!!