Disclaimer: I do OWN slum dunk! Nyahahahah! BOG gasping for air Oki, I do not! But I do own Jin! Bwahahaha! BOG all right, all right! I do not! Chapter Three: The Two Kureis

        "That…girl…is…going…to…be…in…trouble," Kiyota gritted his teeth as they walked towards their lockers after their late basketball practice. It was already seven and the halls were dark and empty. Seems that they and the remaining basketball players were the only ones left. "Damn that girl! If I could get my hands on her again I sure will strangle her to death!"

        Jin grinned secretively as Kiyota started on his speech again. He knew that the guy couldn't even touch the tip of Kurei's finger during that scene at their break.

        "Before you strangle that girl, I want to remind you that it's your turn now to clean the court," Maki muttered as he put on a clean blue shirt securing in place those well-built abs of his.

        Kiyota scowled. "You know what Maki, I'm getting this strange feeling that you might be related to that barbaric witch," he grumbled as he stood up to head towards gym.

        "But a very handsome one," Maki added, laughing his head off as Kiyota made a face before he went out of the room. Then he turned to Jin, "I'll leave you know. Just close the room behind."

        He nodded and heard his footsteps died away. He sighed and opened his locker. "What the—" and his nose was greeted by a fetid smell that nearly made him faint. His brows furrowed as he scrutinized the alien thing inside. Then his eyes widened.

        There, lies inside his locker, amongst his neatly arranged books, notebooks and carefully laid out papers, a mound of horse's shit.

        He groaned.

        She envied him. He was everything she wished she could be. He was everything everyone was proud of. Why couldn't she be like him? Why couldn't they realize that I am much better than him? Why couldn't my damn life be like his?!

        "Aurgh!" she threw the towel at the counter in frustration. Both Megumi, whom she was helping in the flower shop which Megumi's parents owned, and a passing old lady stopped talking and stared at her. She grinned sheepishly in return.

        "That would be fine," the lady said as Megumi handed a bouquet of summer flowers and a plain white card.

        As soon as the door closed behind the lady's back, her friend turned to her. "Now, what had gotten into you? Is something wrong, Kurei?"

        "Uh, its nothing really. I just remember something that I sort of…uh, got irritated. You know, something like that." Megumi eyed her skeptically, still wasn't quite satisfied with what she had told her. So she smiled broadly, nearly tearing her jaw apart, just to convince her she's perfectly fine.

        Then her co-worker snickered. She never passed anything up. "Ooooh, really?  Or is it about something called love?"

        Turning away to hide her flaming cheeks, she crossed her arms and sniffed. "What made you thought of such foolish thing anyways?" Just in time, the bells rang signaling that someone had entered the store. She breathes a sigh of relief.

        Of all reasons, Megumi have to come up with that mushy stuff. Sheesh. 

        "Oh please no, oh please merciful, kind Lord, just not right now. I have a dozen of homework to do. I really have to go home as early as I can. So please I beg you…" he prayed as his bike swiveled to the right then to the left, nearly knocking him towards the post. Then he heard a faint swishing sound as his bike slumped down.

Jin sighed—defeated. It's no use. I should have bought a new tire.

        He placed his bike beside a lamppost and sat on the pavement. He should have bought a new tire since yesterday and now he had to walk all the way home. He sighed once again and heard his stomach made a loud growl informing him that it was in dire need of food.

        "Not now," he muttered yet his stomach made another growl, much louder this time.

        "Hey, I have a spare sandwich in my bag," a voice, which belongs to a girl's told him. He glanced at the pair of blue sneakers standing in front of him. "My mother always insisted to pack two everyday. So what do you say?"

        For some odd reasons, the voice sound familiar. Or should he say, too familiar. He gazes up and almost toppled himself to the ground.

        "Now why are you staring as if you've seen a herd of pigs flying up in the sky just now?" then she smirked however this 'smirk' he was seeing now was—somewhat a kinder one, a happy one. He must be imagining things. No way could that be. His mind must be playing tricks on him. He must be really hungry now.

        "Jin? Hey Jin Soichirou! Are you all right?" she started to wave her hands in front of his eyes.

        "Is that you…Kurei?"

        She grinned. "Of course! Who are you expecting? Michael Jordan asking for basketball advice?" and she took out a white sandwich bag out of her bag. "So, want it or what?"

        Jin blinked, still staring hard at her but his stomach won. Illusions or not, he just have to eat something. "Thanks." He took the food from her grasp and began munching it down his esophagus. "Uh, what are you doing here anyway?"

        She shrugged carelessly. "I just came from my friend's store. I had to help her since her parents were away for today," and she took a bit on her food. "Come on, I'll walk home with you. Here let me give a hand at that bike."

        They walked in silence, each having their own thoughts fly somewhere. They finally finished their food as her house came to view. "Oi Jin Soichirou," she said silently. "I just like to say that I'm really sorry about the, you know, the thing we placed inside your locker," she bowed her head. "It was for revenge but—I am truly sorry. Please forgive me." With that she hastily walked, more of a run, to her house.

        He stared after her. He then gazed at the white sandwich bag still on his hands. Kurei, asking for forgiveness? Jin shook his head. There's more to Kurei than what he had thought…

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