Sekai Ga Owaru Made Wa
by Himako-hime
Disclaimers: Don't own, don't sue.
Enjoy! OOC-ness warning.
I'd like to thank Miyahara Yuuki, teh tarik, sTrAwbErRyfAnSz, and White Meteor. Thanks! Especially to White Meteor, the site really helped! It even has the Chinese names. Tons of pictures too! By the way, Miyahara-san, are you by any chance Japanese? It'd be so cool if you were! But if you aren't, you sure know lots! I wish I knew Japanese. *wistful sigh* Oh, well.
Chapter 1
"Sendoh Akira?"
"Rukawa Kaede?!"
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Rukawa stared out the window where the rain had coated the entire city in a misty fog, occasionally stirring his coffee absent-mindedly. He was well aware of Sendoh's stare across the table, he had to admit that it was unnerving. Clearing his throat, Rukawa decided to break the silence:
"What are you doing here?" Just because he decided to speak doesn't mean it was going to be small talk. Across the table, baka smiley threw him his trademark smile.
"Why, don't you want to see me?" Sendoh asked, his tone teasing.
"No." Rukawa replied without emotion.
"Somethings never change, ne Kaede-kun?" Sendoh kept his smile going. Across the table, Rukawa literally felt it getting brighter and brighter as if it was trying to blind him.
"Rukawa." The ace glared at Sendoh. Not willing to back down from the mega-watted smiley face.
"Gomen Rukawa." Sendoh sweatdropped, he was so used to seeing Rukawa's glare that it didn't even faze him.
"So, how's life been treatin' you?" The smiley's smile was still getting brighter, not even Rukawa's determination could last against it. Sighing, Rukawa accepted defeat and stopped his glaring to rest his eyes a little.
"Hn." Rukawa grouchly managed.
"So, going back to the silent mode."
"Hn."
"Fine. I can talk for the both of us."
'I have no doubt.' Rukawa thought, but didn't say anything.
"I'm on tour." Sendoh replied, then after receiving no reply from the other man, he continued:
"Well, actually I'm staying here for a few months. Family business."
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
"Didn't know you had a family." Sendoh's smile got even brighter, having induced a reply from the oh-so-silent Rukawa.
"Yeah, a cousin is supposed to move into obaa-san's obaa-san's old house this month. I was the only one remotely close to it right now, so they sent me to help him settle in. I was actually thinking of staying here. The weather -is- very nice."
"Hn."
"What about you? Why are you here?" Was his eyes playing tricks on him? Was that a -smile- on Rukawa's face?!
"The team is playing, so I tagged along. Actually, I was thinking about quitting. Go back to Tokyo maybe, the All-Japan team isn't doing all that well, maybe I can help out." Rukawa suppressed his laughters at Sendoh's shocked expression.
"The team?! You mean, you still play basketball?"
"What's wrong with basketball?" The deadly ice-blue fire blazed in Rukawa's eyes. How dare baka smiley even think about insulting basketball?
"Nothing! But, wow...you stuck to it? Even after all these years?" Sendoh asked dumbfoundedly.
"Figured it was the only thing I was good at." Rukawa shrugged. Actually, basketball was the only thing he wanted to do, that he felt a passion towards. But, Sendoh didn't need to know that.
"Ah." Sendoh nodded, as if in understanding. (AN: Well, that's degrading.)
"Well, I'd better get going." Rukawa said, standing up as he drank the last bit of the bitter liquid.
"I'll walk you." Sendoh offered, also standing up. His coffee was long gone.
"No, that's fine." Rukawa put a ten dollar bill on the table and left.
"Oh. Okay." Sendoh shrugged to himself after Rukawa's retreating figure. 'Wow. He -still- plays basketball.'
...Ring...Ring...
Sendoh pulled his cellphone out and groaned. 'Great. It's Haruko, she's going to kill me!'
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Rukawa opened his eyes to the bright sunlight. Groaning softly, he sat up. His surroundings became clear as his eyes adjusted to the penetrating brightness. The room was a mess! It looked as if a hurricane had swept through it, socks, t-shirts, even a few pair of pants were scattered in a chaotic fashion.
'I move today.' The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Had he been a normal person he would've screamed in aggravation, but being the ice king that he was, Rukawa simply grunted in displeasure and started cleaning.
'Do'aho.'
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The air was slightly moist, the sun was shining and the sky was blue. It was a great day to go for a jog! Sendoh smiled at everyone who passed him, oblivious to the sighs and thumping sound of fainting bodies hitting the ground. Sendoh Akira was happy, and nothing was going to ruin his mood.
...BEEP...BEEP...
Well, okay maybe not -nothing-. Sendoh groaned as his beeper beeped loudly, 'Great, Haruko!'
/Be back by one, we're helping your cousin move. Ja!/
And, of course. That.
"Stupid cousin. Can't even move his own stuff." Sendoh muttered under his breath, with a vicious look that could kill. People watched the tall young man clad in a blue sweatshirt and drawstring pants who was seemingly having a conversation with himself about nothing.
'Might as well go back now. It'll take 45 minutes if I walk fast.' Sendoh thought and started on his way. It was 12:25.
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"Akira, you're late!" The manageress's face was as hard as steel. Standing nervously behind her was her husband of three years, Mitoi Yohei. Sendoh visibly paled, an angry, pregnant, workaholic manageress was not what he needed right now.
"Er...sorry?" Sendoh managed weakly, quickly turning to Yohei for help.
"SORRY?! Do you know how long we've been waiting here for you?" Haruko quickly exploded, her hands set on her hips with a dangerous glow in her eyes.
"Haruko-chan. Come on, I don't think Akira-san did it on purpose." Yohei pleaded, as Sendoh nodded. And Sendoh was quickly forgotten by the angry woman as she turned to her husband, ears puffing with steam.
"MITOI YOHEI! DON'T YOU START WITH ME--"
"Tough crowd." Sendoh said to himself as the couple began to do their daily routine of the past five months.
"Haruko, you know that's not what I meant!--" Yohei started, but stopped when his wife's purse came flying out of nowhere and hit him on the head.
"She's still got it." Sendoh muttered to himself as Yohei uncharacteristically fell down to the ground.
"Haruko! I think we should get going now? We're already late." Sendoh called, just before Yohei was about to face his doom.
"You mean -you- are going to be late." Haruko narrowed her eyes and smacked Sendoh on his shoulder. (AN: 'cause she can't reach his head.)
"You and Yohei aren't coming with me?" Sendoh asked, confused while rubbing the sour spot on his shoulder where Haruko had hit him.
"N--" Haruko started,
"Yes! Yes, of course." Yohei smiled sweetly at his wife.
"Okay. Then let's go." Sendoh smiled.
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Rukawa looked at his watch again, his aunt had promised that her son was going to help him move.
'Stupid unreliable do'aho!' If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't have a car (not that he would know how to drive one anyway), he wouldn't have been stuck here waiting for some idiot to help him move. The sun shone brightly, accompanied by the gentle breeze of Rosarita San Diego. Rukawa was startled out of his reverie as a porsche pulled up by his apartment.
"This is it?"
"Yep." Rukawa heard two voice, one distinctively female, the other sounded very familiar. Slowly, baka smiley, accompanied by a woman dressed in a rather large summer dress appeared into his vision.
"Rukawa?!"
"Smiley?" It was going to be a long day...
All done! Hope it wasn't -that- short. Well, 'til next time, Ja!
by Himako-hime
Disclaimers: Don't own, don't sue.
Enjoy! OOC-ness warning.
I'd like to thank Miyahara Yuuki, teh tarik, sTrAwbErRyfAnSz, and White Meteor. Thanks! Especially to White Meteor, the site really helped! It even has the Chinese names. Tons of pictures too! By the way, Miyahara-san, are you by any chance Japanese? It'd be so cool if you were! But if you aren't, you sure know lots! I wish I knew Japanese. *wistful sigh* Oh, well.
Chapter 1
"Sendoh Akira?"
"Rukawa Kaede?!"
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Rukawa stared out the window where the rain had coated the entire city in a misty fog, occasionally stirring his coffee absent-mindedly. He was well aware of Sendoh's stare across the table, he had to admit that it was unnerving. Clearing his throat, Rukawa decided to break the silence:
"What are you doing here?" Just because he decided to speak doesn't mean it was going to be small talk. Across the table, baka smiley threw him his trademark smile.
"Why, don't you want to see me?" Sendoh asked, his tone teasing.
"No." Rukawa replied without emotion.
"Somethings never change, ne Kaede-kun?" Sendoh kept his smile going. Across the table, Rukawa literally felt it getting brighter and brighter as if it was trying to blind him.
"Rukawa." The ace glared at Sendoh. Not willing to back down from the mega-watted smiley face.
"Gomen Rukawa." Sendoh sweatdropped, he was so used to seeing Rukawa's glare that it didn't even faze him.
"So, how's life been treatin' you?" The smiley's smile was still getting brighter, not even Rukawa's determination could last against it. Sighing, Rukawa accepted defeat and stopped his glaring to rest his eyes a little.
"Hn." Rukawa grouchly managed.
"So, going back to the silent mode."
"Hn."
"Fine. I can talk for the both of us."
'I have no doubt.' Rukawa thought, but didn't say anything.
"I'm on tour." Sendoh replied, then after receiving no reply from the other man, he continued:
"Well, actually I'm staying here for a few months. Family business."
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
"Didn't know you had a family." Sendoh's smile got even brighter, having induced a reply from the oh-so-silent Rukawa.
"Yeah, a cousin is supposed to move into obaa-san's obaa-san's old house this month. I was the only one remotely close to it right now, so they sent me to help him settle in. I was actually thinking of staying here. The weather -is- very nice."
"Hn."
"What about you? Why are you here?" Was his eyes playing tricks on him? Was that a -smile- on Rukawa's face?!
"The team is playing, so I tagged along. Actually, I was thinking about quitting. Go back to Tokyo maybe, the All-Japan team isn't doing all that well, maybe I can help out." Rukawa suppressed his laughters at Sendoh's shocked expression.
"The team?! You mean, you still play basketball?"
"What's wrong with basketball?" The deadly ice-blue fire blazed in Rukawa's eyes. How dare baka smiley even think about insulting basketball?
"Nothing! But, wow...you stuck to it? Even after all these years?" Sendoh asked dumbfoundedly.
"Figured it was the only thing I was good at." Rukawa shrugged. Actually, basketball was the only thing he wanted to do, that he felt a passion towards. But, Sendoh didn't need to know that.
"Ah." Sendoh nodded, as if in understanding. (AN: Well, that's degrading.)
"Well, I'd better get going." Rukawa said, standing up as he drank the last bit of the bitter liquid.
"I'll walk you." Sendoh offered, also standing up. His coffee was long gone.
"No, that's fine." Rukawa put a ten dollar bill on the table and left.
"Oh. Okay." Sendoh shrugged to himself after Rukawa's retreating figure. 'Wow. He -still- plays basketball.'
...Ring...Ring...
Sendoh pulled his cellphone out and groaned. 'Great. It's Haruko, she's going to kill me!'
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Rukawa opened his eyes to the bright sunlight. Groaning softly, he sat up. His surroundings became clear as his eyes adjusted to the penetrating brightness. The room was a mess! It looked as if a hurricane had swept through it, socks, t-shirts, even a few pair of pants were scattered in a chaotic fashion.
'I move today.' The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Had he been a normal person he would've screamed in aggravation, but being the ice king that he was, Rukawa simply grunted in displeasure and started cleaning.
'Do'aho.'
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The air was slightly moist, the sun was shining and the sky was blue. It was a great day to go for a jog! Sendoh smiled at everyone who passed him, oblivious to the sighs and thumping sound of fainting bodies hitting the ground. Sendoh Akira was happy, and nothing was going to ruin his mood.
...BEEP...BEEP...
Well, okay maybe not -nothing-. Sendoh groaned as his beeper beeped loudly, 'Great, Haruko!'
/Be back by one, we're helping your cousin move. Ja!/
And, of course. That.
"Stupid cousin. Can't even move his own stuff." Sendoh muttered under his breath, with a vicious look that could kill. People watched the tall young man clad in a blue sweatshirt and drawstring pants who was seemingly having a conversation with himself about nothing.
'Might as well go back now. It'll take 45 minutes if I walk fast.' Sendoh thought and started on his way. It was 12:25.
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"Akira, you're late!" The manageress's face was as hard as steel. Standing nervously behind her was her husband of three years, Mitoi Yohei. Sendoh visibly paled, an angry, pregnant, workaholic manageress was not what he needed right now.
"Er...sorry?" Sendoh managed weakly, quickly turning to Yohei for help.
"SORRY?! Do you know how long we've been waiting here for you?" Haruko quickly exploded, her hands set on her hips with a dangerous glow in her eyes.
"Haruko-chan. Come on, I don't think Akira-san did it on purpose." Yohei pleaded, as Sendoh nodded. And Sendoh was quickly forgotten by the angry woman as she turned to her husband, ears puffing with steam.
"MITOI YOHEI! DON'T YOU START WITH ME--"
"Tough crowd." Sendoh said to himself as the couple began to do their daily routine of the past five months.
"Haruko, you know that's not what I meant!--" Yohei started, but stopped when his wife's purse came flying out of nowhere and hit him on the head.
"She's still got it." Sendoh muttered to himself as Yohei uncharacteristically fell down to the ground.
"Haruko! I think we should get going now? We're already late." Sendoh called, just before Yohei was about to face his doom.
"You mean -you- are going to be late." Haruko narrowed her eyes and smacked Sendoh on his shoulder. (AN: 'cause she can't reach his head.)
"You and Yohei aren't coming with me?" Sendoh asked, confused while rubbing the sour spot on his shoulder where Haruko had hit him.
"N--" Haruko started,
"Yes! Yes, of course." Yohei smiled sweetly at his wife.
"Okay. Then let's go." Sendoh smiled.
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Rukawa looked at his watch again, his aunt had promised that her son was going to help him move.
'Stupid unreliable do'aho!' If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't have a car (not that he would know how to drive one anyway), he wouldn't have been stuck here waiting for some idiot to help him move. The sun shone brightly, accompanied by the gentle breeze of Rosarita San Diego. Rukawa was startled out of his reverie as a porsche pulled up by his apartment.
"This is it?"
"Yep." Rukawa heard two voice, one distinctively female, the other sounded very familiar. Slowly, baka smiley, accompanied by a woman dressed in a rather large summer dress appeared into his vision.
"Rukawa?!"
"Smiley?" It was going to be a long day...
All done! Hope it wasn't -that- short. Well, 'til next time, Ja!