Upside Down

Chapter 5

Unusual Sunday

Disclaimers: I do not own the cast of slam dunk except for Yumi. (Yawns) New disclaimers, anyone?

A/N: Hi! I know it's been a long time since I update even though it's already holidays. But things always stop me from updating. So forgive me would you? ^^; Thanks for all the reviews! I really appreciate it!

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Maiden: Hi! Thanks for reviewing again! (Grins) Sen and Ru? Who knows? Even I wasn't sure of it yet? But it does seem like it. Here's your update! And yes, that Sakuragi threw the ball at me! I already borrowed Ayako's fan. ^^

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Starian Princess: Arigato! You think my fic is cute? That's a first! I almost describe them as what you said, jaws dropping and whatever, but. Imagine Rukawa doing that. Uh. Hehe. And I will read your fics if I have the time! Thanks!

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-Swish-

I sat back on the bench as Akira made another perfect three pointers. Wondering what am I doing here? At this time normally, I would be enjoying my beauty sleep.

But that stupid Akira ruined it. I should had never installed that private phone one my nightstand. I snorted when the girls who gathered around for the past hour screamed and cheered while Akira turned and gave them a wink.

Typical Akira behavior. No, should be typical pig behavior. It suits him anyway.

"Yu-chan!" His voice tore me away from my mental cursing as he waved goofily at me. I smiled weakly back.

Uh-oh. I think I better run. I still want to stay alive. His fan girls were now shooting daggers at me. I smiled slightly at them, careful not to offend them more and shot them a sendoh-is-none-of-my-business gaze.

I decided to slip away in silence before I got murdered AND made into jam. Taking up my sling bag, I quietly walked away from the basketball court.

And I almost got away. The keyword here is ALMOST.

I fell when I suddenly made contact with something solid. I didn't bother to look at the 'thing'. My leg was hurting so much! I held on the railings near by and tried to stand up.

Damn it! My legs are not listening to me! It took me a great effort to stand up. I tried to walk towards the bench I sat a minute ago. But with my condition, it was quite impossible. I closed my eyes tightly as my legs gave way.

Time to kiss the earth and get to know it. Or should I say get to taste it? Who cares, I'm getting to know it sooner or later.

Hey? Where's the taste of earthworm and grass?

I looked up and almost screamed at what I saw.

I was in the arms of Rukawa Kaede the Kitsune. Don't ask me where I got that nick name.

"Do'aho." I snorted at his word as I struggle to move away from him. I don't want to be mince meat too. Fan girls could be brutal especially when it includes their idol. Instead, he carried me up, despite of my muted protests.

He then placed me on the bench, no, DROPPED me on the bench. Things couldn't get any worst.

"Yu-chan!"

Correction. Things will only get worst.

"What happened?" Akira dropped his basketball and walked towards me, his eyes full of concern. "I sprained my ankle."

"Are you okay? Can you walk?"

So he really was worried about me! How sweet!

"There goes my lunch transportation."

I take back what I said just now.

Shooting him a death glare, I turned to see Rukawa massaging my injured leg.

"Erh. Thanks."

He looked up for a moment, then.

"Do'aho."

"Guys, could we get out of here first?" Akira voiced out cheerfully. I observed the surroundings and swallowed a lump down my throat. At least fifty girls glaring at me, not exactly an idea situation.

"What are we waiting for? Get me out of here thins instant!"

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Ayako looked at me worryingly. "Are you sure you're okay?" I gave her a victory sign and smiled. "I'm not that weak, you know." She nodded slowly, obviously still unsure about my words.

"Have some faith in me!" I returned my attention back to the practice game the Shohoku team was having while taking down notes.

Okay, I admit. My leg hurts. A lot. But you know, I'm not exactly the kind of girl who would voice out her agony to gain pity. Just imagine me sucking up to Akira, whining about my pain.

Eww.

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"Are you sure you can make your way home by yourself?" Ayako asked, her face showing her worry. "Yeah."

"Aya-chan!"

I forced a smile on my face. "Miyagi's waiting for you. Don't worry about me!" She nodded and walked away from me and towards the not so lengthy muffin head.

What about me? What do you expect from someone with a injured ankle? Dragging, of course!

I have to drag myself towards the direction of my house, with my ankle hurting like crazy. Just as I was about to take a rest from the tiring journey, a pink bicycle stopped beside.

I looked up.

It was Rukawa.

He tilted his head and gestured towards the back of his bike. I looked at him curiously. "You mean to get up your bike?"

He nodded.

"And send me home?"

He nodded again. I looked at his bike and back up at him, then turned it downwards, wondering if I should or not.

Apparently he got tired of waiting.

Because he got up from his position and carried me up. Before placing me on the back seat of the bicycle.

My reaction? Surprise plus shock plus relief plus. Wait, is that such an expression? Argh, who cares? As long as I get home safely--

The bike wobbled as soft snoring reached my ears.

--Or maybe not so safely.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!"

-Bang!-