The bell rang to end the game for the ticket to the high school's basketball semi-finals in Kanagawa prefecture. A girl in white Shohoku uniform sat at the bench, gasping for breath. It was a tiring match between two strong schools, Shohoku High and Shoyo High, with Shohoku winning by two points, 62-60. Tears flowed down the faces of each member of Shoyo, welcoming the end of their summer.
It was their last chance to conquer the first place from it's defending champion (for seventeen years now) Kainandai, who held them in fixed second place, but thanks to Shohoku, these all-third year team didn't come that far.
The girl pulled the ribbon that is holding her brown-reddish hair, enough for it to flow majestically downwards in a smooth manner. She wiped the sweat that was about to fall down her cheek and sighed aloud. It was before she recognized that a white number four, embroiled in light-green jersey, blocked her sight. The brown-haired, cute otoko. He held out his hand to her.
"It was a nice game…Omedato!" he greeted.
"Arigato Gozaimasu!" she replied while stretching her hand to meet his but as she do so, his image suddenly vanished. She left her hand outstretched in the air when five of her teammates, (they were wearing the same jersey as she was duh!) came towards her.
"Good job Natsumi!"
"Sugoi!"
"It was so darn close!"
"You've impressed me quite well, girl!"
Her eyes were opened wide as every member of the Shohoku team filled her with wide comments but after saying so, they all faded…one by one…leaving her alone. Everything became pitch black until…a shadow figure crossed her eyes.
The number eleven written in black shone brightly behind the red jersey of this black-haired man. He was dribbling the ball towards the court when, he was blocked by a man with tall spiky hair and a number seven behind his blue jersey.
His eyebrows crossed while his eyes looked closely and coldly to his opponent. Within a matter of seconds, he dribbled the ball in between his legs and eluded his opponent. The whole crowd cheered as he slammed the ball towards the basket just before the referee blew the whistle. The crowd went wild and cheered for Shohoku as that number eleven guy led the team to win the second place cup and presented their victory against Ryonan to Anzai-sensei, their head coach.
After millions of seconds, her still outstretched arm was now hanging closely to his number eleven jersey. She was now eye to eye with this otoko…
"What the hell is happening?" she whispered to herself.
"We did it Natsumi…we won!" he lowered himself down to her ear and whispered these words softly to her.
She blushed a little…no A LOT…but then again, like everyone else, his figure vanished.
"Chotto…CHOTTO MATTE…matte!!!!!!!!!!!" her sound echoed through her own mind…
The alarm clock rang boisterously inside the room. Natsumi then stood up from her sleep and laid her hand over her face. She brushed the brown colored bangs of her face and started to examine the room.
As the sun's rays peeped over the curtains touching her soft cheek, realizing that she just woke up from fantasy, "It was just a dream but seems so real…" she thought.
She stood up, showing a portion of her underwear under the thigh-length polo shirt she's wearing. She seems to have played a lot of sports considering the perfect athletic shape of her body that was traced down her dress.
"Right, I'm in Kanagawa now. I'm not in Shizuoka anymore. Shohoku…it's just the one of the many places I need to go to find him…ani—OH MY GOD I'M LATE! Darn it!" She took the alarm clock beside her table. "Darn, why do unknown people have to appear in my stupid dream…but…" she blushed a little, "that number four and eleven otoko…their cool and cute too!" She whispered. "Darn…everything happens in one's first day of school."
