Minna-san, here's a little something i've experimented on, and i'm not sure if i'm doing it right. anyway, if you dont like it, i'll get this out of your sight, i promise!
How to catch a Tensai...
Sometimes you know, it's good when you're silent.
I mean literally not talking.
You ask why?
Well, for starters you don't have to tire yourself for talking—didn't they ever hear that by mere smiling you already use 47 muscles or something like it already? So, just think about talking, opening and closing your mouth endless times………… and how many thousands of muscles you are using by that time.
Second, people don't want anything to do with you, and they bother you less. I mean, who would want to deal with a person who doesn't say anything, right? And that's what I like best. No one bothering me. Just me, myself and basketball.
Third, becoming silent does good to our environment, something I picked up from my class during those rare times I was awake. Seems that talking releases carbon monoxide in the air and it makes the surroundings hot. See, I'm not that a cold- hearted person as everybody seemed to think, just by not talking I'm making their environment cold, add to that my even colder personality, and…………… I don't even want to think about it.
But the best part of literally not talking, let me inform you, is that it gives one this uncanny ability to watch and observe people.
As rare as I talk though, you would think that I have observed every kind of person over the matter of years I kept silent. But you know what; I only developed this uncanny ability of mine when I entered Shohoku High School. It was during my freshman year.
I don't know why I suddenly had the interest to observe this person, he just seemed to move with so much energy and so carefree and so unlike me that I just had this dire need to watch him.
And I mean watch him.
I've never been fascinated with anything else in my life, except that time when I first discovered basketball and received my first bike. No one in my former school in Tamigaoka High School could rival his exuberance and I doubt any person in the whole of Japan could hold a candle to him.
And so, I just kept on watching him………… and observing day by day.
January 24, 2003, Friday
I just came off my class in Biology after I made a huge mess in my desk, drooling and snoring. I think my teacher just hit me twice with a meter stick so that I would wake up and listen to his lecture, but give me a break. Mendel and his genetic theory just isn't enough to make me awake. I mean, what kind of person is sane enough to make such an experiment using garden peas?
I make my way through the throng of people in the hall towards the school gym. Making my way is relatively easy, since students have this tendency to part—think of the Red Sea and Moses—when I pass. They kinda back off towards the opposite walls to let my tall frame pass through. Sometimes I'd like to think they do this because they were afraid of me or plainly, they're just weirdos. It certainly is better than thinking that they part in the middle because I stink or smell or something like that. But I really don't care, so I just hurry through, lest I want to hear Akagi's scream fest about cheeky first years who always goes to practice late.
When I reached the gym however, a whole new different scenario enfolds right before my very eye. Now, instead of parting in the middle, a group of wild lady apes surrounds me, thrusting what suspiciously looked liked my picture making a shot, under my nose.
"Rukawa- san! Please, oh please, sign this for me?" a girl shrieked shrilly at me, batting an eyelash. I nearly puked.
"Ah!! No, Rukawa-san!! Sign this!!" Seemingly thousands of grating voices piped up.
"No, here!! Your autograph here!"
I sweat dropped.
Feeling trapped, I shifted my humongous bag so that it covers my torso and struggled past them. I don't care if I happen to hit their cheerleading- uniform- clad bodies- I get this feeling that they don't mind. Why?
Well, every time I roughly brush by them or step in their silly white shoes, they squeal with delight.
Really, I don't understand them. Are they holding some kind of grudge against me? Why, oh why, did they choose me to be the lucky one to be humiliated in the team?
It's bad enough that they make noises enough to wake the dead, but it's because they were this humiliating clothes. Well, I reckon I should be honored, as most guys would want to see their names printed on a woman's dress, but it's just not right.
Well, lucky me.
Is it discrimination? I mean, have you ever seen captain being hauled about by a horde of screaming hentais? No. Have you ever seen Mitsui- sempai mauled by his uh……… masculine fans? No. It's just me, pure and plain discrimination.
I finally get past them, and I try to slam the door in their faces, which was hard, let me tell you, because no matter how many times we lock the door to get privacy, they always have a way to get inside.
Like rats.
You see them everywhere too, in the gym, during classes, and sometimes I thought I saw them peeking in the shower.
I turned around after breathing a sigh of relief.
"Nyahahaha! Tensai Sakuragi!!" A loud, booming voice greets me.
Immediately, my heads turns slightly in the redhead's direction. As usual, he was laughing his head off by some unknown reason and was entirely disrupting the whole practice. My eyes, bless them, travels immediately to his sweat- clad body and down to his bulging………
Biceps………
Self control, Kaede. I started to chant this inside my head. No use being the perverted maniac now. My usually stoic attitude prevents me from expressing myself more bluntly, and sometimes it does help me, too.
Especially now that my hormones are just acting a little bit crazy this past few months because of a certain redhead.
After quite a long time, he seemed to have noticed me staring at him and he turned his attention to me.
He wouldn't be called dense for nothing now, would it?
He stalked toward me, and judging by the look on his face, he was short on strangling me to a pulp.
He stopped merely inches away from me; his eyes directed against mine.
Not one of us blinked. His heavy breathing due to the practice he'd had earlier was sweeping my face, its hotness sending a tingle down my spine.
I watched his chocolate eyes burn with fury, and I let myself get lost in them.....
I could feel my throat tighten, and already my mouth is running dry....
I know that sooner or later that the demon in me would have to wrench itself from deep inside and claim the red head beauty.
And the time seems to be now.
I don't care if there are lots of people surrounding us, it's just us that i'm aware of....
Our presences....
Locked in this heated battle of wills.
One with fury; one with intense desire.
I move ever so slowly, closing those mere inches that distance us.
My eyelids flutter delicately. This is it.
I parted my lips slightly, even wetting it with my tongue............
"Baka Kitsune! Why are you staring at the tensai? And...... what are you doing?"
He broke the silence. My knees buckled, although I'm not sure whether it's because from relief…… or from something else.
Stupid Kaede. Stupid. I almost lost my shame back there.
I rolled my eyes quite dramatically, and doing my best to ignore him, I walked towards the locker room to change.
"Che. Baka kitsune. Oi, Gori! Rukawa just came late! What a cheeky sickly fox!"
I did my best to ignore him once again, but it's just so hard. Maybe it's because of our incident a little while ago. Sure, it's not exactly a very warm greeting, but hey, at least I know I got his attention. Full attention.
Wait. That's not a bad thought.
How often does a guy receive a full attention from his beloved?
It's the same thing with Gor……… er, captain's sister. Sakuragi Hanamichi gives us both exactly the same amount of attention as much as he gives attention to a bento box. There's just some slight kinks.
While he drool and blush at the sight of her, his eyes darken in anger at me.
But I'm sure I can make that turn- about. That's easy.
i didnt notice i was lost in my own private thoughts when Sakuragi's voice piped up again.
"Oi, Rukawa! You sly fox, daydreaming again? Nyahahaha! I know what you are thinking! You're thinking that the Tensai is so powerful that even you cant beat me! Nyahahahaha!"
"In your dreams, do' aho."
"Teme!"
Ayako's fan came hurtling from out of nowhere.
Thwack! Slap!
" Itai! Ayako- san!"
"Silence! I will not have the either of you disrupting the practice. Now, the both of you, get your asses there in the court!"
Sakuragi sighed in defeat and went back to shooting some hoops- not after throwing a glare at my way.
Glare all the time you want now, Sakuragi Hanamichi, you wont be sending those in my way now.
I mentally grinned (I couldnt very well smile like an idiot by myself now) as my brain cogs clicking in place, an idea filling my head.
should i continue or stop this madness?
