Disclaimer: I do not own Slam Dunk (the whole lot, even though I adore the
series)
Warnings: This is a chaptered slash fic (I'm sure you know what that means)
purely out of imagination. There will be some OOC-ness and a clichéd plot
thingie but don't mind. As long as you like it, it doesn't matter, right?
Anyway, enjoy.
Chapter One: Rukawa's Brooding
Rukawa sighed and leaned back against the cushions of his leather settee as he
closed the book he was reading. Using his index finger as a temporary bookmark,
the book dangled loosely in his hand. The now-popular young Japanese basketball
star was living in the lap of luxury in his penthouse. He had many fan girls at
his tail and his talent for playing basketball remained superior and unsurpassed
to the other players in his league. Yet his heart felt empty and this caused the
raven-haired and blue-eyed man to think.
The sapphire orbs that were his eyes fixed on the book cover, then on the gold
printed letters that were spelling out the author's name, Sakuragi Hanamichi,
his redheaded nemesis.
'Nemesis?' Rukawa mentally shook his head with a sad frown, 'It's too strong a
word.'
Somewhere along the line, the hatred he was supposed to feel for the redhead
dwindled and developed to feelings of longing for companionship and most
surprisingly and shockingly...love. He had expressed them to the redheaded
other. It happened seven years ago when he and the rest of the Shohoku team
members saw him off at the airport. At that time, Sakuragi had received a
scholarship to study overseas in the UK and he showed an interest in writing.
Rukawa had shocked the redhead and the rest of the team but hugging him in an
iron grip. Sakuragi had pushed him away with a blushing face and ran away
without saying goodbye to him. The sight had made the black-haired man's heart
ache and shatter but it was hell when the redheaded man disappeared in a plane
flying to the setting sun.
Rukawa got over his heartache by reading Sakuragi's books when they were
published and read editorials concerning about him. He also kept with his dream
of playing basketball to his full potential and became a popular basketball
star. The scar of rejection had healed but he still kept on wishing and hoping
that he would be allowed to see Sakuragi again.
'Do'aho...' his blue eyes lost its icy shine and replaced with a sad look. He
looked outside the large window to see the sun setting. The ball of fire
coloured in scarlet, matching Sakuragi's own hair, 'It's been seven years...do
you still hate me because of what I did...'
Suddenly Rukawa's reminiscing was interrupted by the phone ringing incessantly.
Feeling disgruntled, he picked up the receiver and listened, expecting to be a
call from the coach. Probably for these so-called photo shoots or those
last-minute training sessions. However after a while, the gruff look was
replaced with a glowing look of warm brown eyes and a smile on the thin lips as
he recognised the voice at the other end. As soon as he finished listening, he
quickly placed down the receiver, grabbed his team jersey and left the
penthouse.
**tzuzuku**
