Shinichi nii-chan

Genre: Romance/Humor

Pairing: Maki X OC (Hoshino Shina)

Disclaimer: Slam Dunk is the intellectual property of Takehiko Inoue sensei.

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[Author's note: I'm getting increasingly tired of my computer's Internet browser. Everything I typed and read is rubbish. FF.net showed up as rubbish. My blog looked like rubbish. Hell, even my friends' sites looked like rubbish. The browser /is/ rubbish.]

Chapter One

"Minako, I want to give the letter to him now," Hoshino Shina whispered into her best friend's ear.

"Who? Oh, you mean Shidaka Ken? I don't think you should do that…"

"I don't care, I'm determined to let him know of my feelings," She smoothed her messy, puffy hair resolutely.

"No, no, Shina, I don't think you should do that…" Minako grasped Shina's shoulder with a hand nervously, "I don't like the look of Shidaka, and he is a gangster, I think,"

"How can that be? You are mistaken, Shidaka-kun is so handsome, and he is so suave too! How could he be a gangster?" Shina stuck firmly to her beliefs.

"No, Shina, he smokes, don't you see? He hangs around with those horrible people who goes round thrashing up other people," Minako tried hard to stop her friend from making a wrong move on the wrong person.

"Nah…" Shina looked in the direction of Shidaka with a dreamy look in her eyes.

"Shina…wait!" Minako called out desperately as Shina started walking towards Shidaka.

Meanwhile, Shidaka and his gang were discussing the next location for them to look for girls to 'play with'. His friend nudged him, "Hoy Ken, that plump little 'mouto-san is coming towards you,"

"Oh yeah?" Shidaka looked in the direction of Shina. He nearly choked with laughter as he took in the details of her fluffy, messy double pigtails, pimpled cheeks, and the pair of spectacles that were so large there wasn't much of her face left. She came up to him, blushing and stammering, "Shidaka-sempai, pl…please read this," She handed the letter to him, a hopeful look on her face.

"Let me see, what did she write?" Friend A took the letter from Shidaka. Shina wanted to protest ('How could you just let anyone read my love-letter just like that?'), but was determined to appear amiable and gentle before her beloved Shidaka.

"Dear Shidaka-senpai," Friend B announced aloud, "Ever since I saw you on the soccer field of our school, I realized that I could not tear my eyes from you," He read with much exaggerated sweetness. Friend C fluttered his eyes at Shidaka, squeaking, "Aaaaah, Shidaka-kun, my love!"

Shidaka snorted lightly, "Cut it out, and don't make fun of imouto-chan,"

Shina nearly swooned with happiness ('Shidaka-sempai defended me!'), though she retained her composure, examining his expression at every word read out by his disgustingly bloat-headed friends.

"…And I would dearly like to ask you, 'would you be my boyfriend please?'…Hahaha! This is so funny! Shidaka-sempai~!" Friend A crooned loudly. Shina told herself to ignore the laughing hyenas around her and looked at Shidaka, "Se...Sempai?"

Shidaka smiled languidly at her, lighting a cigarette in his hand, ('He smokes? How can that be?') "Sorry Imouto-chan, maybe you'd like to think about combing your hair, treating your pimples, and getting rid of that hideous pair of specs, then perhaps you'd be good for a fling with," He answered smoothly, looking at her out of cold, mocking eyes.

Shina felt her heart shatter into bits and shards. She didn't know what happened next, but she could hear herself yelling, "I HATE HANDSOME MEN! What's the big deal about being good-looking? They are all a bunch of air-headed fools who never see beyond a pretty face!"

She spat on Shidaka's shoes and ran off, wiping her tears violently.

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Maki sighed as he heard her run into her house with loud, choked sobs. He started picturing her unlocking the door, running in ('T…Tadai..ma…*sob*') and up the stairs, dump her bag, run down the stairs ('Okaeri Shina-chan, why do you sound so upset?') , and out of the door. "…Three…two…one…."

"SHINICHI 'NII-CHAN!!!! OPEN THE DOOR!!!"

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"He rejected me! And said such cruel words too!" She blew her nose hard on the tissue paper that Maki offered her for the fiftieth time. Maki nodded understandingly, patting her back, "Don't cry, it's okay, it's okay,"

It only made the flood worse…all right, the flood became a waterfall, that's all. Tears gushed down her cheeks in torrents and she buried her head in Maki's chest, "SHINICHI NII-CHAN~!!!!!"…Screaming her head off.

But well, I'm jealous that she's able to cry in Maki's arms, aren't you? Hehe. But anyway, we were supposed to feel sorry for Shina. Let's mourn for five minutes over her deceased tenth infatuation.

"Shh… it's okay, it's okay…" Maki continued patting her back, "Nii-chan will find someone else for you, all right?"

"No!" She sat up, a strand of mucus suspending from her nostril. (A/N: Yuck.) "This time, I'm going to give up on handsome boys! I shall go for ugly people instead. They wouldn't look down on me and say I'm ugly."

"But Shina, being ugly doesn't mean that they'll not judge other people by their appearance," Maki told her gently.

"Nii-chan, if they look down on me, at least I'll be able to retaliate," She smiled a smile that looked worst than that when she was crying.

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[A/N: This is one of my stories with short chapters. Hahaha. The type that I'm going to finish very fast and at the eighth chapter.]