Sekai Ga Owaru Made Wa
by Himako-hime
Hi-hi, I'm back! Thanks to-
Hana-Heart- Yep, they are cousins. I figured that if there can be twincest, then why can't cousins be together? And, yeah, it's a SenRu story, wouldn't dream of writing any other kind. (For now, at least.) ^_~ Thanks for reading!
teh tarik- Yep-yep, they sure do, don't they? Thanks!
Miyahara Yuuki- Oh, they will, trust me, they will. *evil laugh* Oh, it's okay I'm not disappointed, and even though there are a lot of people who know more than you, you still know a lot! Thanks!
White Meteor- Yep, I'm really not that big a fan of Sakuragi's, so... Well, I'm sure he wouldn't call Sendoh that in real life, but... I read too many fics in which he does, so bare with me. Do you live in Alberta too? ^_^ Thankiess!
And Remember, this is AU although a lot of things are still the same.
Disclaimers: I do not own SD. *sighs wistfully*
Chapter 2
"Oh wow, this is light," Sendoh gave a strained groan as he picked up one of the last boxes in Rukawa's tiny apartment. "What is it?"
"Basketball equipments." Rukawa answered curtly.
"That explains it." Sendoh heaved one last breath as Yohei helped him pull the box onto the moving truck.
It was four in the afternoon and the sun was beginning to show its last rays on the horizon, a chilly wind was picking up.
"Cold?" Yohei asked, seeing his wife shiver.
"Yeah." Haruko nodded.
"Here." She looked up in surprise, Rukawa was holding a jacket.
"Uh, thanks." A blush spread across her cheek before she quickly reminded herself that she was married and extremely-good-looking high school crushes offering her a jacket didn't mean anything. Yohei smiled at his former best friend. It was true that Haruko had liked Rukawa in high school but the past was the past. When they had grown up and gone their separate ways it was him that Haruko loved, not Rukawa.
"Welcome." Rukawa's expression softened just a little seeing Yohei's smile. He had left without telling anybody, and yet his best friend had forgiven him for it.
"Serves you right for wearing a dress this time of year." Yohei teased his wife when Rukawa had gone to help Sendoh with something. The outraged gasp was all his warning before his wife's handy purse made contact with his head.
"Itai!" Haruko smiled in satisfaction as her husband cowered in fear. Her trusty purse would not fail her.
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It was already seven in the evening when Rukawa had finally settled in with the help of Sendoh and the Mitoi's. As if on cue, Sendoh's stomack grumbled.
"Ah, want to go out for dinner? My treat." Sendoh said, slightly embarrassed. But Yohei and Haruko had graciously refused, leaving Rukawa alone with the ex-jock. Sendoh smiled charmingly at Rukawa as the duo made their way to the nearest restaraunt.
"So, we're cousins." Mr. Smiley had once again, began to smile his blinding smile.
"Look, I don't care if you're my brother, much less than my cousin, but if you ever dare to meddle with my business, you're dead." Rukawa gave Sendoh a plaintive look that accompanied the passive tone.
"Okay, okay. But if you have any trouble, tell me and I'll take care of it." Sendoh replied, raising his hands to show that he got the point.
"Hn."
The duo made there way to a cozy little place 'round the corner. It was brightly lit with the warm feeling of home, customers were chatting quietly amongst themselves while waiting to be served. It wasn't too noisy nor too crowded which was a good thing, at least to Rukawa's preferences.
A friendly old man led the cousins to a small table in the corner and left with their orders. Rukawa pretended to be engrossed in the scenery outside in hopes that Sendoh would leave him alone for once.
No such luck.
"Why did you leave Japan?" Sendoh asked, dead serious.
Rukawa cocked his head to the side. That was unexpected, who would've thought that -Sendoh- would care why he left Japan?
"It was my dream to play in America." Rukawa replied, equally serious.
"But why did you leave -then-? When everything was so perfect? You had your best friend, you had your fans' adoration, you were the -ace- of aces. Why did you leave?" Sendoh asked again, his eyes held a puzzled look in them.
'I left because it was getting too close. I couldn't let myself be hurt again. I couldn't let my best friend get hurt because of me.'
"It may have been perfect, but I knew it wouldn't last. Besides, I was offered a scholarship here. I knew very well it might've been the last one, I couldn't risk my future for a short time of happiness."
He couldn't decipher the exact emotion that passed through Sendoh's eyes, but it looked like pity, or sorrow, or maybe both.
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"Wow, this is good. How come I've never been here before?" Sendoh asked, his face half-buried in his bowl of chicken soup noodles.
"Do you always eat like that?" Rukawa asked, taking small bites out of his meal. The expression on his face was somewhere between disgust and bewilderment.
"A growing boy's gotta have his food!" Sendoh chomped quite happily as he stared at his cousin's teeny bites from across the table.
"You are hardly a growing boy." Rukawa muttered under his breath although Sendoh had heard him.
Deciding to ignore his ever grumpy cousin, Sendoh focused all his concentration on his food.
Rukawa decidedly stared at the bits that flew from the other's mouth with awe...
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Short, ne? Gomen nasai.
...... Don't kill me?
by Himako-hime
Hi-hi, I'm back! Thanks to-
Hana-Heart- Yep, they are cousins. I figured that if there can be twincest, then why can't cousins be together? And, yeah, it's a SenRu story, wouldn't dream of writing any other kind. (For now, at least.) ^_~ Thanks for reading!
teh tarik- Yep-yep, they sure do, don't they? Thanks!
Miyahara Yuuki- Oh, they will, trust me, they will. *evil laugh* Oh, it's okay I'm not disappointed, and even though there are a lot of people who know more than you, you still know a lot! Thanks!
White Meteor- Yep, I'm really not that big a fan of Sakuragi's, so... Well, I'm sure he wouldn't call Sendoh that in real life, but... I read too many fics in which he does, so bare with me. Do you live in Alberta too? ^_^ Thankiess!
And Remember, this is AU although a lot of things are still the same.
Disclaimers: I do not own SD. *sighs wistfully*
Chapter 2
"Oh wow, this is light," Sendoh gave a strained groan as he picked up one of the last boxes in Rukawa's tiny apartment. "What is it?"
"Basketball equipments." Rukawa answered curtly.
"That explains it." Sendoh heaved one last breath as Yohei helped him pull the box onto the moving truck.
It was four in the afternoon and the sun was beginning to show its last rays on the horizon, a chilly wind was picking up.
"Cold?" Yohei asked, seeing his wife shiver.
"Yeah." Haruko nodded.
"Here." She looked up in surprise, Rukawa was holding a jacket.
"Uh, thanks." A blush spread across her cheek before she quickly reminded herself that she was married and extremely-good-looking high school crushes offering her a jacket didn't mean anything. Yohei smiled at his former best friend. It was true that Haruko had liked Rukawa in high school but the past was the past. When they had grown up and gone their separate ways it was him that Haruko loved, not Rukawa.
"Welcome." Rukawa's expression softened just a little seeing Yohei's smile. He had left without telling anybody, and yet his best friend had forgiven him for it.
"Serves you right for wearing a dress this time of year." Yohei teased his wife when Rukawa had gone to help Sendoh with something. The outraged gasp was all his warning before his wife's handy purse made contact with his head.
"Itai!" Haruko smiled in satisfaction as her husband cowered in fear. Her trusty purse would not fail her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was already seven in the evening when Rukawa had finally settled in with the help of Sendoh and the Mitoi's. As if on cue, Sendoh's stomack grumbled.
"Ah, want to go out for dinner? My treat." Sendoh said, slightly embarrassed. But Yohei and Haruko had graciously refused, leaving Rukawa alone with the ex-jock. Sendoh smiled charmingly at Rukawa as the duo made their way to the nearest restaraunt.
"So, we're cousins." Mr. Smiley had once again, began to smile his blinding smile.
"Look, I don't care if you're my brother, much less than my cousin, but if you ever dare to meddle with my business, you're dead." Rukawa gave Sendoh a plaintive look that accompanied the passive tone.
"Okay, okay. But if you have any trouble, tell me and I'll take care of it." Sendoh replied, raising his hands to show that he got the point.
"Hn."
The duo made there way to a cozy little place 'round the corner. It was brightly lit with the warm feeling of home, customers were chatting quietly amongst themselves while waiting to be served. It wasn't too noisy nor too crowded which was a good thing, at least to Rukawa's preferences.
A friendly old man led the cousins to a small table in the corner and left with their orders. Rukawa pretended to be engrossed in the scenery outside in hopes that Sendoh would leave him alone for once.
No such luck.
"Why did you leave Japan?" Sendoh asked, dead serious.
Rukawa cocked his head to the side. That was unexpected, who would've thought that -Sendoh- would care why he left Japan?
"It was my dream to play in America." Rukawa replied, equally serious.
"But why did you leave -then-? When everything was so perfect? You had your best friend, you had your fans' adoration, you were the -ace- of aces. Why did you leave?" Sendoh asked again, his eyes held a puzzled look in them.
'I left because it was getting too close. I couldn't let myself be hurt again. I couldn't let my best friend get hurt because of me.'
"It may have been perfect, but I knew it wouldn't last. Besides, I was offered a scholarship here. I knew very well it might've been the last one, I couldn't risk my future for a short time of happiness."
He couldn't decipher the exact emotion that passed through Sendoh's eyes, but it looked like pity, or sorrow, or maybe both.
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"Wow, this is good. How come I've never been here before?" Sendoh asked, his face half-buried in his bowl of chicken soup noodles.
"Do you always eat like that?" Rukawa asked, taking small bites out of his meal. The expression on his face was somewhere between disgust and bewilderment.
"A growing boy's gotta have his food!" Sendoh chomped quite happily as he stared at his cousin's teeny bites from across the table.
"You are hardly a growing boy." Rukawa muttered under his breath although Sendoh had heard him.
Deciding to ignore his ever grumpy cousin, Sendoh focused all his concentration on his food.
Rukawa decidedly stared at the bits that flew from the other's mouth with awe...
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Short, ne? Gomen nasai.
...... Don't kill me?