A/N: First of all, this is just a repost. I have a lot of things that I've been reposting, and this is one of it. I dide a bit of editing, and here you go.

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Chapter 3

"Oops. I forgot to breathe."

Rukawa shook his head mentally. No! not when the objection of his lust stood in front of him, as if taunting him to come closer and feel that atrocious body of his. He had to decide quickly.

And decide quickly he did.

He dropped the flowers in his hand, like a hot potato scorching his skin; mindless of all the trouble it had costed him that morning. But of course, he shouldn't be thinking of some dumb old flowers now, would he?

Right.

He continued his movements by removing his shirt. It came off almost easily; effortlessly. The pants came next- and it was hard, really, especially for a guy who was in such a hurry to remove all of his clothes as though the fabrics had been made to poison his skin. It took all of Rukawa's power not to curse out loud when the zipper refused to cooperate, and settled to a deep, throaty groan instead.

He peeked behind the shower curtains again. He swallowed loudly, his throat suddenly dry.

Sakuragi Hanamichi is still unaware of his presence- and yeah, oh yeah, he felt obliged to add, that he was still there naked as the day he was born. Rukawa shuddered inwardly, although the reason behind that is, well, he doesn't know.

In one fluid motion, he removed his underwear.

Play fair; that's what he used to say to himself, and he's not going to forget it now. If Sakuragi was fully naked, then so would he be. Rukawa prided himself in doing the right thing and it always served him well.

He sincerely hoped it would work as well as it always does this time.

And so, Rukawa stood in front of the bathroom stall almost awkwardly, flinching at the thought that the ever- present Rukawa brigade may now be having a field day over his naked body, but hell. They can take his picture, and film him as well; he just doesn't care at this particular time. They say anticipation always makes it better, and Rukawa agreed with it. Finally, he took one last calming breath, steeled his nerves, and slipped inside the shower stall.

There was a huge gasp from Sakuragi- he expected that. If Sakuragi wasn't so bloody tall, then there wouldn't be a problem, but he is, and Rukawa just had to rely on his better instincts. He reacted quickly, and pushed him against the wall. He was suddenly grateful for basketball, not that he always was, but he now appreciated it to the fullest extent, because it had honed his muscles and body, which he so greatly need in maneuvering what he just did now. Having pushed Sakuragi against the wall and securing that he was in no way able to escape, he leaned in closer, pressing their now both wet bodies together.

"K...Kitsune?" Sakuragi managed to stammer, eyes clouding with shock and worry. The water pouring like rain from the shower faucet was cold to Rukawa's skin; and yet he felt incredibly hot.

"Ssshh…" Rukawa murmured in what he hoped to be a sultry voice, "It's okay..." Sakuragi was completely immobile, and unable to tear his eyes from Rukawa's fiery gaze. Slowly, Rukawa leaned even closer, if such thing was even possible, and kissed him softly, almost a whisper. Rukawa ran his tongue over Sakuragi's lips, seeking permission to enter. Sakuragi, whose feelings was still in a state of a jumbled mess, opened his lips slowly and tentatively.

That was good enough for Rukawa.

He slipped his tongue in, loving the warm, moist feel of it, the sweetness of it. He wanted everything and yet nothing at the same time. He felt weak in the knees, and he doesn't know why. All he knows is that very bad, bad things will happen if Sakuragi suddenly pulled away from this addicting kiss. He never really dreamed that this way would actually come, not really, but here he was. He would have had to remind himself everyday how very lucky he is now. Kissing Sakuragi, alone, butt- naked in the shower, without any of the Rukawa brigade to spoil his fun, was easily the best blessing he's had in his whole life. Not that he couldn't do it, you know, kissing someone senseless, of course he can. He was Rukawa after all, the wonder boy of Shohoku high. But this was different; this was Sakuragi we are talking about. Sakuragi who was…..

"TENSAI SAKURAGI!"

I was suddenly jolted back to the present, reality splashing over me like a bucket of frozen water. I blinked once.

Twice.

Thrice.

Nothing happened.

I am still holding the damned flowers in my hand, my shirt and pants still on, and I definitely have my underwear on. I was still gaping at the equally damned shower curtains, where Sakuragi was now singing his heart out.

Damn.

The only thing I could come up with was that I had been day-dreaming and completely messing it up with reality.

I shivered. It was almost real.

It felt real.

The kiss felt real, and I suddenly touched my fingers to my lips, feeling about, wishing for some absurd sign that it was somehow not a dream.

Kiminobu Kogure was half- running, half skipping towards the school gym, anxious to get there as soon as humanly possible. He also was anxious to leave the place fast- faster than he came.

Apparently, Kogure left his Math books and notes on his locker yesterday, together with his other school stuff. And he needed them, really; he was an honor student, and he prided himself as being one of the top- marked students.

The lengths a guy would go for his future.

He wasn't a normally forgetful guy, especially on important things like these, but as usual, his best friend had distracted him yet again.

At the thought of his best friend, Mitsui Hisashi, he smiled.

The said culprit had begged and cajoled him to take a break and have dinner with him last night before heading home. Of course, he protested, there were three major exams coming up and who knew- what – else. And typically, Mitsui pouted and frowned, reminding him that if he kept this up, he would have wrinkles by the time he's twenty. Kogure would only chuckle; he was not dense enough to fall for his best friend's antics. But then again, who could resist Mitsui Hisashi when he put the works on, puppy- eyes and everything icky and nice? So, Kogure finally relented to come and join him for dinner, if and only if, he could get home just in time to study. He left his things in the locker so it wouldn't be of nuisance as they eat. But as usual, that agreement was forgotten all the way though dinner. Mitsui always make him forget. Always.

And that was how he came to forget all his stuff in the locker rooms.

He checked his watch. It was noon already. If he hurried, he could make it just in time.

I fumed silently, Hanamichi's gargling voice drifting in my ears every now and then. A daydream! Oh man, a daydream! You know, this is the setback of being a narcoleptic. Sometimes I doze off, without meaning to, and believe me it's not so easy.

Okay, I relent. There are actually a lot of advantages being a narcoleptic. Don't believe me? Okay, say for example, I get ambushed by a nagging teacher and I don't know the answer. By the way, this happens often, so it really pays off to know this technique well.

Anyway, if that ever happens, all I have to do is to execute three simple steps. All connected with being a narcoleptic, of course. Step one is the glare; you know, the typical ice cold glare that I shoot towards the unwanted people. By unwanted, I mean the Rukawa brigade, or the pom-pom heads as I sometimes secretly call them, and all those annoying people. So there, I glare at the teacher, fully. Step two is next, and it is undoubtedly the hardest to do. After glaring at the teacher, I immediately drop my head to the desk. There will be a dull thud as I hit my head, and then I begin to snore loudly, and drool a little bit. Step three is relatively easy- I just have to ignore the teacher's sudden angry splutter, the girls' faint giggles, the guys' loud laughter, and the incessant shakings to get me awake.

Perfect, isn't it?

Of course, I do get dragged in the principal's office every now and then, but then again, I could always say, "Hey, I'm a narcoleptic. Give me a break!" Then poor teacher even gets told off by not having enough compassion on a boy who yearns to learn but can't, since he is in fact, a narcoleptic.

See? Isn't that, well, good reason enough to be a narcoleptic? But really, there's just so many times you get ambushed by a teacher, and after sometime, it does get downright boring.

During the load times that I am in fact being seized by this weird sickness of mine, I came to this conclusion, years ago really, that I have this horrible sense of timing. It's like I always choose the worst probable time of dozing off so suddenly. I mean, dozing off while biking? Isn't that, well, its not exactly the best time for me to escape to la-la-land? And another, I sleep without meaning to in the shower. Imagine the joy of the pom-pom heads when they hear about that.

Anyway, this has got to be one of those god-awful timing I am talking about. Daydreaming in the middle of a very complicated situation?

Imagine if I just slept there the whole time, and Hanamichi gets out. Then the whole thing would be pointless, not to mention that I'd look extremely stupid. Moreover, a daydream which seemed so real just doesn't cut it for me. Nope. Not at all. It lefts one... quite hanging.

Not to mention a bit, er, hard.

I glare at my flowers, which at the moment looked dangerously close to being wilted, and tried to put all the blame in it. No, I haven't lost it yet, if that's what you are trying to say, but it just seemed proper to blame the flowers. I mean, if it weren't for it, I may not have daydreamed at all.

Okay, fine, I'll stop. I know. Bad connection. That was nonsensical.

I took a deep breath. It's high time to restore a little bit of sense around here. Time to make a plan. Something that would surprise Hanamichi, but would still appreciate it....

Kogure skipped and hopped along the school tiles, dodging every now and then the occasional trash bins that were strategically placed around the place. He skidded around corners, and felt as though his rubber shoes were on fire. He was running for dear life, it seems, and every second ticking by is another pound of weight on his back. Ooh! Damn that Mitsui. He won't ever, ever, ever be sidetracked by that sick- puppy- eyed- look again. No, that sounded harsh.

Okay. Maybe not ever, ever, ever again. Just not a day before three major exams. Kogure mentally scratched his head. That still didn't sound right.

Fine. Just not before a major, Calculus exam. Who cares if he got three exams tomorrow? No need to worry about other subjects, as long as it's not the dreaded Calculus.

Beads of perspiration from his forehead glistened in the bright lights of the fluorescent lamp overhead, and suddenly he had a vision of himself playing in a basketball game against... Kainan. His forehead scrunched in determination, he did a perfect imitation of a three- point shot using an imaginary ball in his hand. He watched in his mind's eye as his imaginary ball sailed through the air. It was close, so close, and even his imaginary audience was on the edge of their seats as a temporary silence filled in the imaginary court. And then-- wham!

A perfect three- point shot.

His imaginary audience jumped to their feet, hooting and clapping.

Then, he jumped once; fist raised high in the air, and laughed out loud all the way to the locker rooms. Finally, Kogure reached his destination. Catching his breath, he slowed down a bit. He beamed, and reached for the door knob.

Okay, here's the plan. I'll open that damned shower curtain, and, I feel the need to stress- I will not look at any other place except for his face. Then, silently, I'd give the flowers to him, and kiss his cheek. After that, I'd close the shower curtain, go away, and pretend not to hear the sure-to-come angry shouts. I smiled, and run a hand through my raven locks. I step in front of the shower curtain, and took a deep breath.

This is it. Step one.

I reach over for the flimsy curtain, and notice my hands were a little bit shaking. I started to move the curtain away, inch by inch. I was even starting to see red hair, and....

.... the door was banged open, and a loud noise of panting was heard. I was so surprised I jumped at least two feet in the air, and dropped the flowers. Kogure- sempai was leaning on the door, eyes closed. I watched in horrid fascination as he slowly opened his eyes and focused them on my face. His gaze traveled from my face, down to my body, which is covered totally in black garments, and down still, then finally to my now wilted flowers on the floor. His face was twisted into a frown, lips pursed, as if solving a difficult math problem. Hopefully, I didn't look as guilty as I felt.

Then to add more complications on that otherwise complicated enough situation, Hanamichi's shower finally squeaked close, and he hit the final note on his tensai song. He himself opened the shower curtains, and stepped out, clad in nothing else but a blue, fluffy towel, noticing for the first time that he had company.

Uh- oh. Looks like I forgot Plan B…

A/N (again??):

There it goes. I hope you like it. I actually posted this already, but then I figured it was so short, and I decided to change it. Please read and review, if you have the time. Arigatou gozaimasu!