This is the revised and revised version of Chapter 1 for Red and Redder. Er...t's very
revised since I changed every single word. So read again!!
Notes: This is a Slam Dunk and Rurounin Kenshin crossover, it doesn't matter if you haven't
read RK before. But if you want to have some kinda background...
Kenshin Himura - a very polite sword-bearing bishounen.
Sanosuke - won't appear in this chapter so read the prologue to read him...might appear in
2nd Chapter tho...
This is mostly Slam Dunk hence in this section not in the crossover section...
Warnings: This is yaoi. I'm sorry if you don't like mxm relationships. But there's not
much graphical er...scenes...yet...I think...
This might get slightly confusing so this is an IMPORTANT NOTE!
Shinta suffers from MPD (multiple personality Disorder). Hanamichi does not.
So in other words, there are a lot of 'people' living inside Shinta and using his body when
he's resting or hiding. More explanations as the plot moves on...
Italics - Shinta's other personalities...since this does not work...I'll use //...//
"..." - speech
Can someone explain to me why the '.doc' format does not work?!?!?!?!
GRRRRRRR!!!!!!
So here it is again...thax to whoever told me that it didn't work...
That should clear up even more confusion...
OOOOOOOOooooooooooo.........
Shinta settled himself comfortably on a tattled green sofa, eyes glued on some Japanese soap
opera, heedless of the garbage he had just pushed onto the floor.
It was good to be home.
He hadn't been home for a long, long time.
His onisan, Hanamichi, was calling for pizza. Funny how some things never change. They both
adored pizzas, Hawaiian, Pepperoni, Vegetable...it doesn't really matter which kind...as long
as it doesn't have the dreaded green peppers.
Back in the old days, mother used to make her special pepperoni and mushroom pizzas every Friday
night when she got back from work. They would sit down together and eat the golden toasted
crust topped with melted cheese and secret herbs. Even after their parents divorced, Shinta
forced to go with his mother amidst waterfalls of tears, every Friday night Shinta would always
find a frozen supermarket-bought pizza in the freezer. They weren't as delicious as mother's
but at least she remembered. At the age of 10, the pizzas stopped their magical appearance.
3 years later, a cop caught them rummaging in a trash can for a few bites of turkey the store
owner had just thrown out.
Shinta still missed those pizzas.
"It'll be here in 40." Hanamichi called as he hanged up the phone. "Can you lend me some
money?"
Guess some things would never change.
The bittersweet memories of the things that were.
OOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo.......
"Ryochin's the so-called captain. I'm the real captain. I'm in charge of the whole basketball
team because I'm the best shooter and the King of Rebounds. No one can beat me! I'm the genius!
The one and only Tensai! Did I tell you how I beat that stupid Gori? I..." and so it went. A
typical Hanamichi genius monologue whipped with extra flaunting, arm movements and many choice
unpleasing terms for others.
Shinta's violet eyes widened with awe at his twin's tirade.
//Onisan's so cool! I want to be just like him!//
Hanamichi bubbled with pleasure at his one, and possibly only one, adoring and attentive listener.
Hanamichi knew his younger brother would react this way. Shinta had a very trusting soul and
wouldn't know a tiger from a lamb.
//Sugoi! Onisan's amazing!// Shinta thought as he soaked up the story of how Hanamichi defeated
Shoyo's four eyes, Hanagata. Another exaggerated and untrue account of victory.
//He's lying y'know.//
//Onisan will never lie to me!//
//Oh?// A deep voice answered amusedly.
//Perhaps he's telling a partial truth.// Another voice quipped wanting to placate the other two.
//Onisan doesn't lie! See! Kenshin agrees!//
//We only discovered him a few weeks ago. How much can he know?//
//More than you!//
//I'm sorry de gozaru...// Kenshin mumbled.
//I like Kenshin better than you!//
//I like beer better than you kid.// Teru grumbled back.
//Teruo? Shinta? Hanamichi's calling us...de gozaru ka...//
((((( if you by chance missed out on the 'important note' i suggest you read it...the above dialogue makes
more sense after you do... ^^ )))))
"Shinta!" Hanamichi screeched, shaking his twin so roughly by the shoulders that the shirt was
stretched permanently afterwards, revealing one of Shinta's snowy white shoulders.
"OOOooorrrooo?!" Kenshin's swirly violent eyes came back to focus.
"Get the pizza. I'll make some space for it." Hanamichi waved at the sagging table piled with
unfinished and unstarted homework, dirty clothes, unwashed dishes and a few flying cockroaches.
"Hai onisan." Kenshin stood up unsteadily, still hearing Shinta's and Teruo's voices arguing.
They seem to have moved onto something called television. Dimly Kenshin wondered what that was.
They didn't have this 'television' where he came from. They didn't have 'pizza' either.
The red headed bishounen opened the door to reveal a raven-haired boy with something round and
orange tucked under his left arm. It didn't look or smell very edible but if that's a 'pizza...'
Kenshin looked up questioningly at the boy who glared back with something akin to jealousy and
hatred flickering in a pair of beautiful ice blue orbs.
"Is that a pizza de gozaru yo?" A polite alto voice asked the boy.
"..." This was the first time the dark haired boy encountered a person who couldn't tell a pizza
from a basketball.
"Yo Rukawa." Another black-haired boy appeared, holding a flat box that, even to Kenshin's Meiji
era senses, smelled delicious. "Didn't know you live here. I thought this was the baka's place."
"Michy! What the hell are you doing here?" Hanamichi's head popped up from behind Kenshin's,
brown eyes widened in surprise when he saw a kitsune was also standing by the door.
"Didn't know you have a sister Hanamichi." Mitsui said appraisingly, opening staring at Kenshin's
fair face and bare shoulder with interest. "What's your name, neko?"
//I told you to tie your hair back!// Teruo growled indignantly. Kenshin mentally fought for control
before Teruo detached Mitchy's head from his body.
//But I like it long. It's comfy hanging down. Kenshin agrees with me right?// Shinta whinned.
//Maa, Teruo calm down, de gozaru.//
//It's causes more trouble than you think Shinta. Tie it back! Kenshin let me take control!//
//I'm not lii~~stenin~~~g!!!// Shinta sang mentally.
OOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo.........
Shinta picked up the receiver, grinning at Hana who was currently verbally assaulting Rukawa.
Screams of 'smelly kitsune' and 'do'aho' fell thick in the air like bullets. "Moshi moshi?"
"Is Teruo Sakuragi there please?" A deep bass voice asked.
"Speaking." Teruo answered, hastily shoving Shinta aside and putting up mental barriers.
"This is Yue Takewara of the Japanese Branch. Are you free tomorrow? We need to give you a
briefing along with your supplies."
"Tomorrow will be fine. May I ask what you will be supplying me?"
"Two .88 revolvers, left and right leg holsters, fully loaded, a steel double bladed dagger, right
arm, communicator and mobile phone."
"Make that one .88 left leg holster and a short sword for the right. Scrap the dagger."
"Alright. By the way, make sure your weekend nights are free. You're on duty."
"Not one of those street-walker jobs again I hope."
"You're in luck."
"Good. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Tomorrow."
//Happy now Kenshin?//
//Yes, but if it's not too much trouble, can I have a reverse blade? //
//It's going to be double bladed. Wouldn't it be easier if both sides are sharp?//
//I don't want to hurt anyone.//
//Get used to it kid. Just remember keep Shinta and Hanamichi out of this.//
//Don't worry. This is our secret de gozaru ka.// Kenshin promised, smiling slightly when he
saw Rukawa subtly inch closer to the oblivious Hanamichi.
They don't need to know the truth.
They're innocents.
I will protect them.
OOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooo.......
Tell me what you think....you know the rules....
Actually if you survived this long, I'll brief the overall story in the beginning of the next
chapter...if I get enough reviews...(hint hint ^_~)
revised since I changed every single word. So read again!!
Notes: This is a Slam Dunk and Rurounin Kenshin crossover, it doesn't matter if you haven't
read RK before. But if you want to have some kinda background...
Kenshin Himura - a very polite sword-bearing bishounen.
Sanosuke - won't appear in this chapter so read the prologue to read him...might appear in
2nd Chapter tho...
This is mostly Slam Dunk hence in this section not in the crossover section...
Warnings: This is yaoi. I'm sorry if you don't like mxm relationships. But there's not
much graphical er...scenes...yet...I think...
This might get slightly confusing so this is an IMPORTANT NOTE!
Shinta suffers from MPD (multiple personality Disorder). Hanamichi does not.
So in other words, there are a lot of 'people' living inside Shinta and using his body when
he's resting or hiding. More explanations as the plot moves on...
Italics - Shinta's other personalities...since this does not work...I'll use //...//
"..." - speech
Can someone explain to me why the '.doc' format does not work?!?!?!?!
GRRRRRRR!!!!!!
So here it is again...thax to whoever told me that it didn't work...
That should clear up even more confusion...
OOOOOOOOooooooooooo.........
Shinta settled himself comfortably on a tattled green sofa, eyes glued on some Japanese soap
opera, heedless of the garbage he had just pushed onto the floor.
It was good to be home.
He hadn't been home for a long, long time.
His onisan, Hanamichi, was calling for pizza. Funny how some things never change. They both
adored pizzas, Hawaiian, Pepperoni, Vegetable...it doesn't really matter which kind...as long
as it doesn't have the dreaded green peppers.
Back in the old days, mother used to make her special pepperoni and mushroom pizzas every Friday
night when she got back from work. They would sit down together and eat the golden toasted
crust topped with melted cheese and secret herbs. Even after their parents divorced, Shinta
forced to go with his mother amidst waterfalls of tears, every Friday night Shinta would always
find a frozen supermarket-bought pizza in the freezer. They weren't as delicious as mother's
but at least she remembered. At the age of 10, the pizzas stopped their magical appearance.
3 years later, a cop caught them rummaging in a trash can for a few bites of turkey the store
owner had just thrown out.
Shinta still missed those pizzas.
"It'll be here in 40." Hanamichi called as he hanged up the phone. "Can you lend me some
money?"
Guess some things would never change.
The bittersweet memories of the things that were.
OOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo.......
"Ryochin's the so-called captain. I'm the real captain. I'm in charge of the whole basketball
team because I'm the best shooter and the King of Rebounds. No one can beat me! I'm the genius!
The one and only Tensai! Did I tell you how I beat that stupid Gori? I..." and so it went. A
typical Hanamichi genius monologue whipped with extra flaunting, arm movements and many choice
unpleasing terms for others.
Shinta's violet eyes widened with awe at his twin's tirade.
//Onisan's so cool! I want to be just like him!//
Hanamichi bubbled with pleasure at his one, and possibly only one, adoring and attentive listener.
Hanamichi knew his younger brother would react this way. Shinta had a very trusting soul and
wouldn't know a tiger from a lamb.
//Sugoi! Onisan's amazing!// Shinta thought as he soaked up the story of how Hanamichi defeated
Shoyo's four eyes, Hanagata. Another exaggerated and untrue account of victory.
//He's lying y'know.//
//Onisan will never lie to me!//
//Oh?// A deep voice answered amusedly.
//Perhaps he's telling a partial truth.// Another voice quipped wanting to placate the other two.
//Onisan doesn't lie! See! Kenshin agrees!//
//We only discovered him a few weeks ago. How much can he know?//
//More than you!//
//I'm sorry de gozaru...// Kenshin mumbled.
//I like Kenshin better than you!//
//I like beer better than you kid.// Teru grumbled back.
//Teruo? Shinta? Hanamichi's calling us...de gozaru ka...//
((((( if you by chance missed out on the 'important note' i suggest you read it...the above dialogue makes
more sense after you do... ^^ )))))
"Shinta!" Hanamichi screeched, shaking his twin so roughly by the shoulders that the shirt was
stretched permanently afterwards, revealing one of Shinta's snowy white shoulders.
"OOOooorrrooo?!" Kenshin's swirly violent eyes came back to focus.
"Get the pizza. I'll make some space for it." Hanamichi waved at the sagging table piled with
unfinished and unstarted homework, dirty clothes, unwashed dishes and a few flying cockroaches.
"Hai onisan." Kenshin stood up unsteadily, still hearing Shinta's and Teruo's voices arguing.
They seem to have moved onto something called television. Dimly Kenshin wondered what that was.
They didn't have this 'television' where he came from. They didn't have 'pizza' either.
The red headed bishounen opened the door to reveal a raven-haired boy with something round and
orange tucked under his left arm. It didn't look or smell very edible but if that's a 'pizza...'
Kenshin looked up questioningly at the boy who glared back with something akin to jealousy and
hatred flickering in a pair of beautiful ice blue orbs.
"Is that a pizza de gozaru yo?" A polite alto voice asked the boy.
"..." This was the first time the dark haired boy encountered a person who couldn't tell a pizza
from a basketball.
"Yo Rukawa." Another black-haired boy appeared, holding a flat box that, even to Kenshin's Meiji
era senses, smelled delicious. "Didn't know you live here. I thought this was the baka's place."
"Michy! What the hell are you doing here?" Hanamichi's head popped up from behind Kenshin's,
brown eyes widened in surprise when he saw a kitsune was also standing by the door.
"Didn't know you have a sister Hanamichi." Mitsui said appraisingly, opening staring at Kenshin's
fair face and bare shoulder with interest. "What's your name, neko?"
//I told you to tie your hair back!// Teruo growled indignantly. Kenshin mentally fought for control
before Teruo detached Mitchy's head from his body.
//But I like it long. It's comfy hanging down. Kenshin agrees with me right?// Shinta whinned.
//Maa, Teruo calm down, de gozaru.//
//It's causes more trouble than you think Shinta. Tie it back! Kenshin let me take control!//
//I'm not lii~~stenin~~~g!!!// Shinta sang mentally.
OOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo.........
Shinta picked up the receiver, grinning at Hana who was currently verbally assaulting Rukawa.
Screams of 'smelly kitsune' and 'do'aho' fell thick in the air like bullets. "Moshi moshi?"
"Is Teruo Sakuragi there please?" A deep bass voice asked.
"Speaking." Teruo answered, hastily shoving Shinta aside and putting up mental barriers.
"This is Yue Takewara of the Japanese Branch. Are you free tomorrow? We need to give you a
briefing along with your supplies."
"Tomorrow will be fine. May I ask what you will be supplying me?"
"Two .88 revolvers, left and right leg holsters, fully loaded, a steel double bladed dagger, right
arm, communicator and mobile phone."
"Make that one .88 left leg holster and a short sword for the right. Scrap the dagger."
"Alright. By the way, make sure your weekend nights are free. You're on duty."
"Not one of those street-walker jobs again I hope."
"You're in luck."
"Good. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Tomorrow."
//Happy now Kenshin?//
//Yes, but if it's not too much trouble, can I have a reverse blade? //
//It's going to be double bladed. Wouldn't it be easier if both sides are sharp?//
//I don't want to hurt anyone.//
//Get used to it kid. Just remember keep Shinta and Hanamichi out of this.//
//Don't worry. This is our secret de gozaru ka.// Kenshin promised, smiling slightly when he
saw Rukawa subtly inch closer to the oblivious Hanamichi.
They don't need to know the truth.
They're innocents.
I will protect them.
OOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooo.......
Tell me what you think....you know the rules....
Actually if you survived this long, I'll brief the overall story in the beginning of the next
chapter...if I get enough reviews...(hint hint ^_~)
