Disclaimer: The SD people are not mine. It belongs to the genius Takehiko Inoue.
Dedication: For Sol-chan and the time we had together topped with lots of whiped cream. For her birthday on March 19.
Whipped Cream
By
Crescent Quetzalcoatl
Chapter 1: Lesson's Over
He could feel himself smiling.
Today was the day Haruko-san finally agreed to go out with him. It may not qualify to be called a 'date', Sakuragi Hanamichi merely asked her to be his companion to a museum that was required to be visited by their history teacher. But they were going out and that's all that matters now.
He sighed.
Few more minutes and today's reporter will stop speaking. Few more minutes and the bell will ring. Few more minutes and Haruko san will come to the room, smiling eagerly, waiting for him to come out and he'll take her hands into his as they walked down the corridors of Shohoku High. Just few more minutes…
He smiled.
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The dull droning of the baritone voice lulled most of the students to sleep. Well, almost. Although boring lectures on essays and books of dead people should actually make the whole class doze off to dreamland, half of the class, or more precisely the female-half was staring, gazing and practically drooling over the student-reporter that stood like a fine piece of marble statue, crowned with messy ebony locks that hides the deep-piercing blue eyes.
For over a quarter of the hour, the student-reporter had been monotonously speaking (almost to the air) his memorized report, not really minding if the class was actually listening nor if their sensei knew what he's talking about.
The said reporter for the day, the famous Shohoku Ace, Rukawa Kaede had prepared a five-minute speech (although it was written for five minutes, the report stretched till fifteen due to the constant sleep kicking in his system) written the night after their basketball practice. It was written such that there will be no questions asked nor interruptions welcomed even for their sensei in literature. He had memorized it, but it's just one of his talents that weren't really significant to him. But it was a convenience especially when it comes to force recitation such as this.
Few minutes more and his spell be over. The report was automatic, eye contact unnecessary. Yet something caught his attention and it was quite… odd.
Rukawa decided to steal a glance at the far end of the room. The ebony fringe that almost curtained his eyes was a big help on this mini-pursuit. Even his none-moving stature was retained, allowing only his eyes to move.
Sapphire blue eyes traveled at the lone figure's broad shoulders (this figure's seatmates were kissing the desk, asleep), up to the slightly tanned neck, to the most stubborn chin, lingered at the soft bloom of the smiling rosy mouth, skipped the almost straight nose and locked on those warm, inviting chocolate eyes.
Such familiarity rushed to his brain for processing and finally registered in his mind. He was smiling at him, his teammate, his rival: the do'aho, Sakuragi Hanamichi.
The raven-head quickly averted his eyes, the image of the smiling redhead settled in his memory. A miracle it was for his mouth didn't cease from moving, it didn't stop talking; not faltering even for a second, no one noticed his distraction.
Few more minutes, just few more.
Rukawa quickly scanned the crowed. Surely, the female population was staring at him as expected; few guys looked at him boringly, some were actually snoring in their seats. He searched for the possible center of attention of the do'aho's smile.
He knew about the girl, his former captain's sister and Hanamichi's crush. But she's not here for she's not their classmate and the fact quite disturbed him because Hanamichi was still smiling at him.
He swallowed hard.
-tsuzuku-
Crescent speaks:
*grins apologetically*
I wrote this chap while I was in class, I know, I know, it was real wicked of me not to pay attention but my professor just paid his attention to the student-reporters only and asked them question so it left me, well, the rest of the class doing nothing. ^^;;
Okeees… I was just real bored that my hand finally decided to write as I watched my classmates standing in front of the class then stop every now and then feeling guilty all of the sudden.
Rukawa's real OOC ne? He was talking like an automatic machine. The idea was from the reporter's themselves. Hehehe…
What else? This is shounen-ai. I just don't like the idea of HanaHaru. Oh, the title was because I was craving for whipped cream. Okay, in the end of the fic, the whipped cream will reveal itself. ^^;;
Enjoy!