THANKS FOR D REVIEWS GUYS/GURLS!!!! LUV YAH ALL!!!
Warnings - yaoi, angsty Hana-kun....poor monkey...he's not all there...eventual pairing with
Hana...Hmmmm...and shounen-ai...for Ru...
Disclaimers - like every other disclaimer thingy you read...dunno y you are reading this if
you already know what the answer is.
I took more than 2 weeks to think what to write next...and to get into that "I'm-suicidal"
mood. Since it's Monday tomorrow, I guess I sorta depressed...which is the mood I need ta
be in. So enjoy d ficcy!!! Feedbacks are welcome coz I'm not sure if I'm portraying a
suicidal Hana realistically...to the manga and the anime anywayz.
// - thoughts
+++ - next scene or whatever...
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Chapter 2
Basketball practice
Afterschool
Locker room
Sakuragi pulled his drenched shirt over his shoulders. He was tired, not to mention dizzy
from the lack of food. He reasoned that he would have to eat tonight...even though he still
didn't feel like eating. Getting chased by Miyagi and chasing Rukawa does expend a lot of
energy.
Sakuragi sighed. //Maybe I should be like Rukawa instead.// He knew that his mask was crumbling,
it simply took too much energy to maintain, physically and emotionally.
The red head suddenly heard the familiar screaming followed by the Ayako's paperfan whacking
sounds. Miyagi must have been freaking out about that friendly practice with Ryonan...again.
//I just don't get why shorty is freaking out?! We are already representing our district.//
Under Miyagi's leadership, Shohoku had steadily increased in strength and size. The size
part mostly due to Rukawa's adoring and awe-struck...boys. Sakuragi had found it rather
amusing at first that Rukawa had a secret boy fan club. As usual, Rukawa had ignored the
boys as well as the girls. Not surprising though. Mr. I'm-too-cool-for-you never pays
attention to anything unless it had something to do with superior basketball skills.
Sakuragi tossed his rumpled shirt into his bag and adjusted both his wrist guards. He had
taken to using wrist guards after cutting so often lately. The scars were becoming too
prominent even when compared to his tanned skin.
Basketball. The only thing he lived for or so he keeps telling himself. But, lately he was
losing interest to his *one* interest.
He absentmindedly pushed his auburn bangs off from his sweaty face. They had grown back,
fast, after he had shaved them, just to spite the old man so he wouldn't try anything on
him. Hoping that by being somewhat uglier, he woulnd't notice him much. Sakuragi had freaked
out one night when the old man approached him, drunk as usual, trying to pull his pants down.
Sakuragi had ran out of the house and spent a freezing and uncomfortable night sleeping on a
park bench. It would have been more comfortable had it not been those mongrel cats with fleas
jumping on him, purring like a rusty motor, clinging like a leech on his lap.
Sakuragi sighed as he mused what he had to do tonight. Shopping, making dinner, wash dishes,
clean house, homework...all the while trying to avoid Oyaji jumping on him. He suddenly
felt like he aged 30 years in 5 seconds.
He turned to the door just as Rukawa slid the door open.
Cold blue eyes met with chocolate brown. //Was it just my eyes or did Rukawa actually look
surprised? That block of ice finally showed some sort of feeling?//
"Kitsune."
Rukawa blinked, his icy exterior surfacing again. "...d'aho."
Sakuragi's mask fell back on. "Humph. The Tensai has better things to do than getting rid
of stupid kitsunes." With that Sakuragi side-stepped quickly around our superstar rookie
and headed outside.
Rukawa stared at the retreating figure of the d'aho. //Do I need my eyes checked? Did my
do'aho lose his sparkle for moment? That naïve and childish twinkle?// Rukawa
continued to stare after the red-haired Tensai, oblivious to the fact that Haruko was
beside him stammering something about water.
//Did I say my do'aho?// Rukawa mused over the fact for a minute before shaking his head.
//Nah...//
+++
Saturday
Ryonan friendly match day
"Hanamichi!!! You're late!!!" Ayako's trusty paperfan appeared and gave the aforesaid red
head several well-deserved whacks. Well-deserved to her anyways.
Sakuragi did what the Sakuragi everyone knew would do. "Ack! Female Gori!"
*Whack whack*
//I don't even know why I try so hard.// Sakuragi had another 'night horror' attack, he
couldn't really remember what he dreamt but the next thing he remembered was waking up in
the bathroom with a terrible headache. His left wrist sitting in a pool of dried blood,
the other had to be peeled off from his boxers. Vaguely, Sakuragi remembered recalling that
he was late for the match, judging by the sound that Oyaji made as he stumbled into the
kitchen for another bottle of sake.
Sakuragi had run all the way to the station and found the Shohoku team had started the game
without him.
"Hanamichi!! Where have you been?!?!?!" Miyagi screamed and glared at the first year red
head. "Get on the court now!"
"Hohoho." Anzai Sensai echoed.
"do'aho."
"Nice to see you again Hanamichi." Sendoh smiled at the other side. "I was hoping that
you'll turn up sometime." Sendoh had been sick on the day of the match between Shohoku and
Ryonan. As the result, Ryonan lost by quite a margin.
"The Tensai's gonna beat you today! Buwahahahahaha!!!!"
"Baka red haired monkey."
"You Oyaji!!!"
//God. I feel so stupid.// Sakuragi was glad that his voice did not shake from his fatigue.
//I should be feeling excited about this rematch. Why do I feel so empty inside?//
Sakuragi turned his face away from Sendoh, his warm chocolate eyes clouded with an
unreadable expression.
Rukawa frowned. //What's wrong with his do'aho? Why does he look so...empty? Why the hell
was he getting so worried over his do'aho?!?!?!? He's a red-haired, loud-mouthed baka!
Dammit! Why is he calling Hana-kun his do'aho? Why is he calling him Hana-kun????//
Nearby, Yasuka was trying not to cringe away when he saw the thundercloud in Rukawa's face
while the newest members in the basketball team drooled all over their rookie star player.
+++
Last 10 minutes of the match
//Maybe I should have eaten breakfast after all.// Sakuragi fought another wave of dizziness.
He had been struggling to stay on his feet for the last 10 minutes of the game. The
blackness at the edge of his vision was threatening to spill over and make themselves
permanent.
Dimly, he was aware that Koshino had dodged Miyagi and thrown the ball to Sendoh, who was
approaching to slam-dunk the ball into the basket. Sakuragi mustered the last of his
remaining strength to snatch, or do the famous *fly-squat*, the ball out of Sendoh's skilled hands.
For a moment, Sakuragi felt he was flying through the air momentarily before the darkness
claimed him.
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I've revised it!!! Sorry for all my boo boos...
Hana-kun is definately not all there, and poor Ru is so confused...
And yes, Hana did faint.
Warnings - yaoi, angsty Hana-kun....poor monkey...he's not all there...eventual pairing with
Hana...Hmmmm...and shounen-ai...for Ru...
Disclaimers - like every other disclaimer thingy you read...dunno y you are reading this if
you already know what the answer is.
I took more than 2 weeks to think what to write next...and to get into that "I'm-suicidal"
mood. Since it's Monday tomorrow, I guess I sorta depressed...which is the mood I need ta
be in. So enjoy d ficcy!!! Feedbacks are welcome coz I'm not sure if I'm portraying a
suicidal Hana realistically...to the manga and the anime anywayz.
// - thoughts
+++ - next scene or whatever...
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter 2
Basketball practice
Afterschool
Locker room
Sakuragi pulled his drenched shirt over his shoulders. He was tired, not to mention dizzy
from the lack of food. He reasoned that he would have to eat tonight...even though he still
didn't feel like eating. Getting chased by Miyagi and chasing Rukawa does expend a lot of
energy.
Sakuragi sighed. //Maybe I should be like Rukawa instead.// He knew that his mask was crumbling,
it simply took too much energy to maintain, physically and emotionally.
The red head suddenly heard the familiar screaming followed by the Ayako's paperfan whacking
sounds. Miyagi must have been freaking out about that friendly practice with Ryonan...again.
//I just don't get why shorty is freaking out?! We are already representing our district.//
Under Miyagi's leadership, Shohoku had steadily increased in strength and size. The size
part mostly due to Rukawa's adoring and awe-struck...boys. Sakuragi had found it rather
amusing at first that Rukawa had a secret boy fan club. As usual, Rukawa had ignored the
boys as well as the girls. Not surprising though. Mr. I'm-too-cool-for-you never pays
attention to anything unless it had something to do with superior basketball skills.
Sakuragi tossed his rumpled shirt into his bag and adjusted both his wrist guards. He had
taken to using wrist guards after cutting so often lately. The scars were becoming too
prominent even when compared to his tanned skin.
Basketball. The only thing he lived for or so he keeps telling himself. But, lately he was
losing interest to his *one* interest.
He absentmindedly pushed his auburn bangs off from his sweaty face. They had grown back,
fast, after he had shaved them, just to spite the old man so he wouldn't try anything on
him. Hoping that by being somewhat uglier, he woulnd't notice him much. Sakuragi had freaked
out one night when the old man approached him, drunk as usual, trying to pull his pants down.
Sakuragi had ran out of the house and spent a freezing and uncomfortable night sleeping on a
park bench. It would have been more comfortable had it not been those mongrel cats with fleas
jumping on him, purring like a rusty motor, clinging like a leech on his lap.
Sakuragi sighed as he mused what he had to do tonight. Shopping, making dinner, wash dishes,
clean house, homework...all the while trying to avoid Oyaji jumping on him. He suddenly
felt like he aged 30 years in 5 seconds.
He turned to the door just as Rukawa slid the door open.
Cold blue eyes met with chocolate brown. //Was it just my eyes or did Rukawa actually look
surprised? That block of ice finally showed some sort of feeling?//
"Kitsune."
Rukawa blinked, his icy exterior surfacing again. "...d'aho."
Sakuragi's mask fell back on. "Humph. The Tensai has better things to do than getting rid
of stupid kitsunes." With that Sakuragi side-stepped quickly around our superstar rookie
and headed outside.
Rukawa stared at the retreating figure of the d'aho. //Do I need my eyes checked? Did my
do'aho lose his sparkle for moment? That naïve and childish twinkle?// Rukawa
continued to stare after the red-haired Tensai, oblivious to the fact that Haruko was
beside him stammering something about water.
//Did I say my do'aho?// Rukawa mused over the fact for a minute before shaking his head.
//Nah...//
+++
Saturday
Ryonan friendly match day
"Hanamichi!!! You're late!!!" Ayako's trusty paperfan appeared and gave the aforesaid red
head several well-deserved whacks. Well-deserved to her anyways.
Sakuragi did what the Sakuragi everyone knew would do. "Ack! Female Gori!"
*Whack whack*
//I don't even know why I try so hard.// Sakuragi had another 'night horror' attack, he
couldn't really remember what he dreamt but the next thing he remembered was waking up in
the bathroom with a terrible headache. His left wrist sitting in a pool of dried blood,
the other had to be peeled off from his boxers. Vaguely, Sakuragi remembered recalling that
he was late for the match, judging by the sound that Oyaji made as he stumbled into the
kitchen for another bottle of sake.
Sakuragi had run all the way to the station and found the Shohoku team had started the game
without him.
"Hanamichi!! Where have you been?!?!?!" Miyagi screamed and glared at the first year red
head. "Get on the court now!"
"Hohoho." Anzai Sensai echoed.
"do'aho."
"Nice to see you again Hanamichi." Sendoh smiled at the other side. "I was hoping that
you'll turn up sometime." Sendoh had been sick on the day of the match between Shohoku and
Ryonan. As the result, Ryonan lost by quite a margin.
"The Tensai's gonna beat you today! Buwahahahahaha!!!!"
"Baka red haired monkey."
"You Oyaji!!!"
//God. I feel so stupid.// Sakuragi was glad that his voice did not shake from his fatigue.
//I should be feeling excited about this rematch. Why do I feel so empty inside?//
Sakuragi turned his face away from Sendoh, his warm chocolate eyes clouded with an
unreadable expression.
Rukawa frowned. //What's wrong with his do'aho? Why does he look so...empty? Why the hell
was he getting so worried over his do'aho?!?!?!? He's a red-haired, loud-mouthed baka!
Dammit! Why is he calling Hana-kun his do'aho? Why is he calling him Hana-kun????//
Nearby, Yasuka was trying not to cringe away when he saw the thundercloud in Rukawa's face
while the newest members in the basketball team drooled all over their rookie star player.
+++
Last 10 minutes of the match
//Maybe I should have eaten breakfast after all.// Sakuragi fought another wave of dizziness.
He had been struggling to stay on his feet for the last 10 minutes of the game. The
blackness at the edge of his vision was threatening to spill over and make themselves
permanent.
Dimly, he was aware that Koshino had dodged Miyagi and thrown the ball to Sendoh, who was
approaching to slam-dunk the ball into the basket. Sakuragi mustered the last of his
remaining strength to snatch, or do the famous *fly-squat*, the ball out of Sendoh's skilled hands.
For a moment, Sakuragi felt he was flying through the air momentarily before the darkness
claimed him.
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I've revised it!!! Sorry for all my boo boos...
Hana-kun is definately not all there, and poor Ru is so confused...
And yes, Hana did faint.