Music
By CheeKy
Disclaimer: The following Slam Dunk characters belong to Takehiko Inoue. Any unfamiliar names, places or otherwise will naturally be my properties.
Warnings: Several rude expletives in this chapter, but nothing you've never heard before. *laughs* Hence, I can't be bothered changing the rating. ^_~
Notes: To all the darlings who've been reading and/or reviewing this fic, I'll be away for the next two weeks so erm, no updates for the coming fourteen days or more. Aww, don't be sad, I *promise* to bring in the rest of the missing SD boys in the next chapter, so please don't give up on me, k? Till then, please enjoy this latest update!
To: Jo-san ~ *blush* Thanks so much for the praises, I just hope I'd be able to keep up to your expectations!! ^_~
Akane ~ Well, you're just about to find out. *grin* And Sakuragi will *definitely* be in the next chapter, so please be patient k?
Fiery-chan ~ Yeah, Sendoh *did* turn out to be a bit of a smart-ass huh? *wink wink* He's actually a lot smarter than he looks ne. ^_~
rj ~ *laughs and nods vehemently*
Tensaispira ~ Is that a promise? *laughs* Since you've asked so sweetly, I swear I *will* write a non-yaoi fic some time in the near future. ^_~ This writer is here to stay!
sLL ~ *laughs* That has to be the *best* Kiyota description I've heard so far. You really know him well ne? Anyways, do tell me more about the FujiJin, *snickers* I'm most intrigue by this uhm, unusual pairing. ^_~
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Chapter Six ~ Rehearsals
"Hey Fujima, snap out of it. You've been standing there with your mouth gaping at the kid for the past few minutes and if you keep that up, I swear your drool will flood the hall," teased Kogure as he gave his friend a gentle slap on the back.
Fujima whispered back in awe, "Isn't he just the most perfect being you've ever saw? I still can't believe that he's really here. My god, we're actually breathing the same air!"
Kogure couldn't help but point out wryly, "Well, I'm glad the President feels that way because I really doubt if the rest of the members share your exhilaration. Look at him, he's only been in the room for less than five minutes but he's already established himself as the high and mighty Ice Prince. I swear, even Alaska is warmer than his chilly demeanour."
The bespectacled boy waited for Fujima's feedback but all he heard were several sighs of contentment. Kogure shook his head in exasperation; as much as he admired Rukawa's musical talents, he didn't see the need to go 'ga-ga' in the boy's presence. He watched as Sendoh tirelessly introduced Rukawa to the rest of the CMG members. It was clear everyone was trying their best to be friendly but Rukawa merely shot down all of the attempts for friendship with an icy glare. Both boys soon reached their side and Sendoh waited expectedly for Fujima to speak. When the brown-haired boy continued to gawk openly, Kogure offered his friend a none-too-gentle nudge as he remarked in mild irritation, "Hey, Mr President, don't you think you ought to introduce yourself to the boy as well?"
Fujima extended a hand as he gave the towering boy a lopsided grin, "Fujima Kenji, President of the Classical Music Group."
Unexpectedly, Rukawa accepted the hand as he stated monotonously, "I'm leaving if your team doesn't meet up to expectations."
The smile wavered slightly but it was Sendoh who answered with a snort, "Don't be so bloody cocky. We might just drop you if you're not good enough for us."
A fine eyebrow raised in his direction before its owner walked back to his allocated seat. Sitting down, Rukawa snapped open his violin case and a red violin emerged from its velvet casing. A finely crafted bow soon followed. As the box was replaced to his feet, the violin was then expertly cradled on crook between Rukawa's shoulder and his neck. Standing up, his blue eyes searched Sendoh's dark blue orbs. When he had achieved the boy's undivided attention, the first music note was struck.
Sendoh stopped breathing. He had never heard anything so beautiful. The tune was mournful, yet lined with traces of hope at the same time. It struck a chord inside and Sendoh was blown away by the emotions released through Rukawa's performance. He had little doubt that the rest of the members felt the same; the room was deadly quiet save for melodious sound of the violin. No wonder they call him the best, no one could feel as much as he did.
It ended much too soon. Still holding Sendoh's gaze, there was an unmistaken smirk on Rukawa's pale face as he lowered the violin. Sendoh had to admit that Rukawa was right, he was undeniably talented, but under no sane circumstances was he going to admit his admiration to the boy. Rukawa was probably going to rub the compliment in his face anyway.
He smiled as he offered a polite applause to which Rukawa scowled darkly. The former spoke up as his smile widened, "It's not a bad solo effort. Think you can perform just as well with the rest of the members?"
Kogure grinned inwardly at Sendoh's ingenious plan; clearly Rukawa's pride was the key to keeping him within the group. He wondered what Rukawa was thinking about the obvious snub to his talents. From what he had observed so far, the pale young man was not one to back down from a challenge. Kogure was not left disappointed when Rukawa answered between clenched teeth, "I'd deliver, so you needn't worry."
"That remains to be seen," answered Sendoh flippantly, to which the scowl darkened considerably in response.
~ * ~
A week quickly flew by. So far their rehearsals had been moving steadily forward without any glitches. Finally, even Kogure had to admit to himself that having Rukawa on the team wasn't such a bad idea after all. His flawless performances served as a moral booster for the rest of the team to give their best effort during practise. And if Kogure's eyes didn't deceive him, he'd swear Rukawa wasn't as cold as assumed from their initial meeting. In addition, the boy seemed to have accepted Sendoh's company and they no longer exchanged taunts or mocking snubs. In fact, Kogure had personally witnessed both boys deep in conversation, though Kogure had little doubt Sendoh was the one who did most of the talking. Nevertheless he was glad that Rukawa found a friend; life wasn't meant to be experience alone without companionship.
These thoughts flirted through Kogure's mind as he approached the auditorium that Saturday morning. He really ought to congratulate Sendoh for having successfully maintained the peace and harmony within the CMG. As he neared the door, Kogure's eyes widened at the scene before him. It looks like his congratulations might have to wait.
Inside, both Koshino and Rukawa were clearly in some sort of heated dispute; their stance so rigid Kogure sworn he would hear a bone creak if either of them moved. And caught right in the middle of was a very flustered Sendoh who was evidently trying to clear up the disagreement. With a slight shake of his head, Kogure sauntered over to the trio's side. Noticing Kogure's arrival, Sendoh threw his senior a pleading look; perhaps Kogure's sensibility would help ease the tension.
But before Kogure could interfere, Rukawa had yawned dramatically while pointing out without any hint of distress, "Oh for crying out loud, there's no need to get so upset."
Koshino gripped in response, "Upset? Who's upset? If anything, I'm fucking furious!"
"Hey, that's enough. Will somebody please tell me what's going on?"
Still glaring at Rukawa, Koshino crossed his arms before grumbling aloud to Kogure, "Rukawa lost his music sheets."
"I did not lose them. I just forgot where I left them," shot back Rukawa in irritation. He was starting to get really fed-up with the bad- tempered guy. The blue-eyed boy hadn't the slightest doubt that the very reason for Koshino's existence was to pick on his every mistake and subsequently announce it to the rest of the world.
Kogure could hardly believe his ears upon hearing the trivial problem; so much fuss for the sake of misplaced music sheets? He subsequently suggested rather mildly, "Well, why not just make another copy?"
Sendoh quickly intercepted, "That's what I've been trying to tell them, but neither was willing to listen to me."
Rukawa finally gave a loud sigh; he was sick and tired of arguing anyway. He looked Koshino squarely in the face, "Look, I don't need the sheets. I've already learnt the notes by heart, so instead of wasting any more time, let's just start rehearsal, okay?"
Three pairs of eyes turned their attention towards Koshino who finally relented with a grudged nod. Satisfied that the issue was now resolved, Kogure called out loudly to the rest of the members, "If everyone would take his or her places, we're going to begin rehearsing in two minutes. By the way, Fujima's going to be late today; he's taking extra classes for chemistry."
Chairs were heard being scrapped along the wooden stage floor as everyone settled in their seats. Kogure advanced towards the middle of the stage as he started tapping the white baton on one of the music stands; he and Fujima were going to rotate between performances as the group's music conductors. Once all eyes were turned in his direction, Kogure dropped the baton and music flooded the auditorium. Sitting at the grand piano, Sendoh grinned widely in Kogure's direction. If this wasn't perfection, he didn't know what was.
t.b.c. ^_~
By CheeKy
Disclaimer: The following Slam Dunk characters belong to Takehiko Inoue. Any unfamiliar names, places or otherwise will naturally be my properties.
Warnings: Several rude expletives in this chapter, but nothing you've never heard before. *laughs* Hence, I can't be bothered changing the rating. ^_~
Notes: To all the darlings who've been reading and/or reviewing this fic, I'll be away for the next two weeks so erm, no updates for the coming fourteen days or more. Aww, don't be sad, I *promise* to bring in the rest of the missing SD boys in the next chapter, so please don't give up on me, k? Till then, please enjoy this latest update!
To: Jo-san ~ *blush* Thanks so much for the praises, I just hope I'd be able to keep up to your expectations!! ^_~
Akane ~ Well, you're just about to find out. *grin* And Sakuragi will *definitely* be in the next chapter, so please be patient k?
Fiery-chan ~ Yeah, Sendoh *did* turn out to be a bit of a smart-ass huh? *wink wink* He's actually a lot smarter than he looks ne. ^_~
rj ~ *laughs and nods vehemently*
Tensaispira ~ Is that a promise? *laughs* Since you've asked so sweetly, I swear I *will* write a non-yaoi fic some time in the near future. ^_~ This writer is here to stay!
sLL ~ *laughs* That has to be the *best* Kiyota description I've heard so far. You really know him well ne? Anyways, do tell me more about the FujiJin, *snickers* I'm most intrigue by this uhm, unusual pairing. ^_~
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Chapter Six ~ Rehearsals
"Hey Fujima, snap out of it. You've been standing there with your mouth gaping at the kid for the past few minutes and if you keep that up, I swear your drool will flood the hall," teased Kogure as he gave his friend a gentle slap on the back.
Fujima whispered back in awe, "Isn't he just the most perfect being you've ever saw? I still can't believe that he's really here. My god, we're actually breathing the same air!"
Kogure couldn't help but point out wryly, "Well, I'm glad the President feels that way because I really doubt if the rest of the members share your exhilaration. Look at him, he's only been in the room for less than five minutes but he's already established himself as the high and mighty Ice Prince. I swear, even Alaska is warmer than his chilly demeanour."
The bespectacled boy waited for Fujima's feedback but all he heard were several sighs of contentment. Kogure shook his head in exasperation; as much as he admired Rukawa's musical talents, he didn't see the need to go 'ga-ga' in the boy's presence. He watched as Sendoh tirelessly introduced Rukawa to the rest of the CMG members. It was clear everyone was trying their best to be friendly but Rukawa merely shot down all of the attempts for friendship with an icy glare. Both boys soon reached their side and Sendoh waited expectedly for Fujima to speak. When the brown-haired boy continued to gawk openly, Kogure offered his friend a none-too-gentle nudge as he remarked in mild irritation, "Hey, Mr President, don't you think you ought to introduce yourself to the boy as well?"
Fujima extended a hand as he gave the towering boy a lopsided grin, "Fujima Kenji, President of the Classical Music Group."
Unexpectedly, Rukawa accepted the hand as he stated monotonously, "I'm leaving if your team doesn't meet up to expectations."
The smile wavered slightly but it was Sendoh who answered with a snort, "Don't be so bloody cocky. We might just drop you if you're not good enough for us."
A fine eyebrow raised in his direction before its owner walked back to his allocated seat. Sitting down, Rukawa snapped open his violin case and a red violin emerged from its velvet casing. A finely crafted bow soon followed. As the box was replaced to his feet, the violin was then expertly cradled on crook between Rukawa's shoulder and his neck. Standing up, his blue eyes searched Sendoh's dark blue orbs. When he had achieved the boy's undivided attention, the first music note was struck.
Sendoh stopped breathing. He had never heard anything so beautiful. The tune was mournful, yet lined with traces of hope at the same time. It struck a chord inside and Sendoh was blown away by the emotions released through Rukawa's performance. He had little doubt that the rest of the members felt the same; the room was deadly quiet save for melodious sound of the violin. No wonder they call him the best, no one could feel as much as he did.
It ended much too soon. Still holding Sendoh's gaze, there was an unmistaken smirk on Rukawa's pale face as he lowered the violin. Sendoh had to admit that Rukawa was right, he was undeniably talented, but under no sane circumstances was he going to admit his admiration to the boy. Rukawa was probably going to rub the compliment in his face anyway.
He smiled as he offered a polite applause to which Rukawa scowled darkly. The former spoke up as his smile widened, "It's not a bad solo effort. Think you can perform just as well with the rest of the members?"
Kogure grinned inwardly at Sendoh's ingenious plan; clearly Rukawa's pride was the key to keeping him within the group. He wondered what Rukawa was thinking about the obvious snub to his talents. From what he had observed so far, the pale young man was not one to back down from a challenge. Kogure was not left disappointed when Rukawa answered between clenched teeth, "I'd deliver, so you needn't worry."
"That remains to be seen," answered Sendoh flippantly, to which the scowl darkened considerably in response.
~ * ~
A week quickly flew by. So far their rehearsals had been moving steadily forward without any glitches. Finally, even Kogure had to admit to himself that having Rukawa on the team wasn't such a bad idea after all. His flawless performances served as a moral booster for the rest of the team to give their best effort during practise. And if Kogure's eyes didn't deceive him, he'd swear Rukawa wasn't as cold as assumed from their initial meeting. In addition, the boy seemed to have accepted Sendoh's company and they no longer exchanged taunts or mocking snubs. In fact, Kogure had personally witnessed both boys deep in conversation, though Kogure had little doubt Sendoh was the one who did most of the talking. Nevertheless he was glad that Rukawa found a friend; life wasn't meant to be experience alone without companionship.
These thoughts flirted through Kogure's mind as he approached the auditorium that Saturday morning. He really ought to congratulate Sendoh for having successfully maintained the peace and harmony within the CMG. As he neared the door, Kogure's eyes widened at the scene before him. It looks like his congratulations might have to wait.
Inside, both Koshino and Rukawa were clearly in some sort of heated dispute; their stance so rigid Kogure sworn he would hear a bone creak if either of them moved. And caught right in the middle of was a very flustered Sendoh who was evidently trying to clear up the disagreement. With a slight shake of his head, Kogure sauntered over to the trio's side. Noticing Kogure's arrival, Sendoh threw his senior a pleading look; perhaps Kogure's sensibility would help ease the tension.
But before Kogure could interfere, Rukawa had yawned dramatically while pointing out without any hint of distress, "Oh for crying out loud, there's no need to get so upset."
Koshino gripped in response, "Upset? Who's upset? If anything, I'm fucking furious!"
"Hey, that's enough. Will somebody please tell me what's going on?"
Still glaring at Rukawa, Koshino crossed his arms before grumbling aloud to Kogure, "Rukawa lost his music sheets."
"I did not lose them. I just forgot where I left them," shot back Rukawa in irritation. He was starting to get really fed-up with the bad- tempered guy. The blue-eyed boy hadn't the slightest doubt that the very reason for Koshino's existence was to pick on his every mistake and subsequently announce it to the rest of the world.
Kogure could hardly believe his ears upon hearing the trivial problem; so much fuss for the sake of misplaced music sheets? He subsequently suggested rather mildly, "Well, why not just make another copy?"
Sendoh quickly intercepted, "That's what I've been trying to tell them, but neither was willing to listen to me."
Rukawa finally gave a loud sigh; he was sick and tired of arguing anyway. He looked Koshino squarely in the face, "Look, I don't need the sheets. I've already learnt the notes by heart, so instead of wasting any more time, let's just start rehearsal, okay?"
Three pairs of eyes turned their attention towards Koshino who finally relented with a grudged nod. Satisfied that the issue was now resolved, Kogure called out loudly to the rest of the members, "If everyone would take his or her places, we're going to begin rehearsing in two minutes. By the way, Fujima's going to be late today; he's taking extra classes for chemistry."
Chairs were heard being scrapped along the wooden stage floor as everyone settled in their seats. Kogure advanced towards the middle of the stage as he started tapping the white baton on one of the music stands; he and Fujima were going to rotate between performances as the group's music conductors. Once all eyes were turned in his direction, Kogure dropped the baton and music flooded the auditorium. Sitting at the grand piano, Sendoh grinned widely in Kogure's direction. If this wasn't perfection, he didn't know what was.
t.b.c. ^_~
