Taking a break from continuing my other 2 fics. Basically, I have no idea what to write.
One day, after reading the first 6 volumes of Slam Dunk and reading some Slam Dunk fics, I realized that some characters in the anime are rarely written about in fics.
So, I decided to write this fic about two characters in Slam Dunk that does not receive a lot of attention, yet you see them A LOT of times.
Who are they?
I'm not telling...
Slam Dunk is NOT mine. It belongs to Dr T, the true genius.
Strangers Like Us
The crows cried out in the clear evening sky. He hummed an achingly familiar tune as he stepped off the shower, rubbed his damp hair absent-mindedly with a towel, drying it. He casually draped the towel over his left shoulder and pulled on his favourite pair of jeans. Zipping it up, he opened the bathroom door and stepped out.
His sister immediately rushed past him, into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut before he even had time to blink.
"Hot date?" He commented cheekily to his sister, but only received a snort in reply. He shrugged and headed for his room, two doors down the hall.
He switched on his bedroom lights and tossed the towel onto his unmade bed. Idly, he walked towards his desk, and immediately stopped. His head swiveled to the right, and he winked at the reflection of himself. "Hey there, handsome."
He gave a short, humourless laugh and approached his chair, which was overflowing with clothes in need of washing. Its polished black leather seat was now 'cracked' and turning into a frightening shade of brown. He didn't dare imagine how his chair had changed colour, though he had wondered over it.
He sat down, (after dumping the clothes onto his bed) and the computer on his desk immediately caught his attention. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation and looked at his wall clock. 6:00 PM. Not trusting the time, (it could have stopped, for all he knew) he checked his wristwatch, which was buried under his Physics textbook. 6:02 PM. Ha. The wall clock was 2 minutes slow.
He wondered if she was already there. No. They had promised that they would meet at 6:30 PM. And he is someone who always keeps his promise. But it won't hurt to just check... would it? No. No. No. He shook his head and drummed his fingers on his wooden desk. The computer loomed in front of him, tempting him, taunting him. He shut his eyes tight.
Look at me. Watch me play. Touch me. I know you want to. Come on. It won't hurt. I promise.
He peeked, and felt the tingle in his bones. His hands shivered in excitement as he reached for the keyboard. Oh, all right. It doesn't hurt to just see, does it? He switched it on and went to the chat-room. He signed in the username ILoveBaskets and searched for her. No. She's not there. He sighed. Of relief or regret, he couldn't establish. He chatted to the other bored souls in this place where you can be just anything you wanted to be. Anything at all. Yet, none of them pricked his interest like she did. None of them made his heart flutter. None made him count the minutes, seconds, when they can chat again. Nobody, except for her.
He glanced at the time. 6:28 PM. He logged out.
At exactly 6:30 PM, he became CheekyBoy.
CheekyBoy: Good evening, my love. Now, how was your day? Did you miss me?
She beamed. He had kept his promise. He had logged on at exactly 6:30 PM. She smiled and replied.
FujiFilM: Nice to see you. I did miss you actually. Very much.
She typed her reply and then leaned back to wait for his. Her fingers shook as they left the keyboard. Excitement? ... Or guilt? She sighed. Definitely guilt. She couldn't believe that she had logged in at 6:15 PM, under a different username, of course, to check if he was online. She had made him promise her that he should only log in at 6:30 PM to test him. To test if he was a man who took promises seriously, and keeps them.
FujiFilM: You passed the test. Congratulations.
CheekyBoy: Test? What test? If you were talking about the Maths test, I failed it.
FujiFilM: Not that. You kept your promise. You only logged in at 6:30pm, like we promised.
Silence.
She waited for a few minutes.
FujiFilM: Hello? Are you still there?
CheekyBoy: I'm here. Sorry.
His name immediately disappeared from her contacts list, showing that he had gone offline. She sighed loudly. Was he angry? She really was pushing her luck. Testing him and all that. Her heart heavy with regret, she logged out and switched off her laptop.
She looked out her bedroom window. Faint moonlight lined the darkening sky. Who is he? She wondered. Every night, she'd stare at the inked night sky, wondering who this charming guy is. Every night, without fail. She knew so much about him, yet so little.
She knew of his love for basketball. She could understand that. She had friends who were so dedicated to that sport, they gave up their social life for a chance to play.
She knew his joy and love for animals. How he would animatedly describe to her his day every night, all the animals he'd seen, all the people he'd greeted.
She also knew how well he could remember people. He could always remember their look, their personality, and their remarks to him. She understood his sadness when his basketball captain had left their team. She worried with him when his sister always arrives home late at night, tired and exhausted.
Yet, she doesn't know him. Where is he schooling? How does he look like? When is his birthday? Who are his friends? His first memory? His first love? His favourite food? She wanted to know all of them. She wanted to know everything.
But she was too scared. This infuriating sensation called fear, which would always buzz around and still circle you like a pesky fly, even though you thought you had swatted it away many times. This fear held her back. Fear from what? She didn't really understand. Because of this fear, she had not mustered enough courage to ask for his name.
-Worried look-
Is it ok? Is it ok??
Gomen gomen gomen for any bad grammar. This is punishment for always falling asleep in English classes... --"
