Title : Anything But Ordinary
Author : Unquestionable
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Chapter 8
"Shut the (beep) up will ya? You are (beep)-ing annoying! I will rip off that (beep)-ing head off yours if you don't stop crying now," I shouted at the baby which proved meaningless.
The atmosphere at the café suddenly turned quiet.
They must all think I'm some evil insane teenager who happens to be an ex-criminal which just loves to shout at her babies…. I can see why I don't blame them…
And as if that wasn't enough to gain attention, Shota started singing 'Without Me" by Eminem at the top of his lungs…
"Na, na, na, na, na…," he continued to sing off-key.
Rukawa on the other hand seemed engrossed in staring at the bunch of giggly girls behind him. Rukawa gave them icy cold glares while they returned it with flashy sunny Hawaiian smiles.
Are they just plain annoying or stupid?
They continued to whisper 'so softly' to each other as if I suddenly turned into a deaf dingbat.
"Who the (beep) is that (beep)-ing girl?" a girl said.
"How the (beep) should I know? She's such a (beep) (beep) (beeping continues….)"
I had enough of this gibberish shit. I stood up with Shota trailing behind me and the baby in my right hand and walked out of the café with a look of pure annoyance on my face. Rukawa got up lazily and threw some cash on the table with the whole bunch of 'nincompoops' trailing behind him.
"OI, where should we go now?' I asked him ignoring the bunch of female heads that magically appeared behind a big tree….
He stood there thinking for a while before heading north. After walking for what seemed like hours, we reached our destination. And guess where he took us? You'd never guess *rolls eyes*
A basketball court. Please, allow me to spell it for you… B-A-S-K-E-T B-A-L-L C-O-U-R-T
What kind of 'time-to-get-to-know-your-baby' is this anyway?
Rukawa looked absolutely delighted.
Shota looked wondrously cheerful.
The baby miraculously stopped crying.
And me? I was going to die of boredom very very soon…
'Magically' Rukawa brought out a basketball and started shooting hoops. I had a funny suspicion that he kept it in his underwear… Hmmm…
Shota appeared next to him and tugged his shirt, asking in awe, "Can you teach me how to shoot like that?"
Mathematics' calculation : 3 feet brat plus dwarfish arm plus 0.001% energy adding in a 7 feet basketball hoop. That pretty much sums up to NO HOPE!
Rukawa on the other hand just gave him a glare and continued with his shooting.
"Puh-lease?" Shota asked again, his big brown eyes turning liquid.
"Hnn," Mr Oh-I'm-so-talkative said.
"Pleeeaaassseeeee?" Shota whined.
Rukawa continued to ignore him while Shota showed him his puppy dog face.
As I watched the whole scene on the bench beside the basketball court, I felt a strange sense of warmness fill my body. It just felt so… so… right sitting there watching Rukawa with his stoic expression and Shota bugging him like hell…
Ahhhh….. How positively boring…..
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[ Rukawa's POV ]
Do'aho. I swear to god if that retarded little moron over there does not shut his trap in 5 seconds, I'm going to shove this basketball into his mouth.
1,2,3,4,5………..
Okay, I'll give him another 5 seconds…
6,7,8,9,10……
11,12,13,14,15…..
Kami-sama, please save me…..
[ Miharu's POV }
Am I in heaven yet? Have I died from boredom yet? *sees Rukawa and Shota* Maybe I'm in hell instead….
"Hey cheerleader! Why ain't you doing cartwheels for your teammates?" a deep male voice mocked me.
I turned my head so fast I thought I heard a 'crack' sound.
" I am not a cheerleader!" I said hotly.
"But I'm think you should be one, Conner… Why don't you grab a pair of pom-poms and do a little victory dance for me?" I continued to my cousin, Conner.
"Hey don't get jealous just because I look good in a cheerleading uniform and you don't," Conner said, grinning.
"Oooh, how depressing for me," I said sarcastically.
"I'm glad I'm capable of influencing your delicate emotions," he shot back.
"Please don't overwhelm yourself with happiness with that thought," I said.
"Who's that guy?" Conner suddenly said, looking at Rukawa.
"That guy? Count Dracula? Some blood-sucking vampire I guess..," I snorted.
Conner continued to throw glances at Rukawa as we continued our conversation when realization struck me.
"Er… Conner? You don't happen to be interested in Rukawa, do you?" I asked.
"Why not? He's pretty good-looking and he has really pale skin….," Conner said dreamily.
"But he isn't gay," I pointed out.
"How would you know? He seems to be a gay to me… and I am usually right," Conner said.
"But he does have a lot of fan girls…," I muttered not knowing why I bothered to defend him.
But he usually ignores them doesn't he? And he does look like a girl sometimes, doesn't he? Plus, he is exceptionally pale for a guy who plays basketball everyday… Maybe he uses whitening lotion… *Imagines Rukawa massaging lotion on his face everyday*
O….Kay… Maybe he IS GAY!
"I'm going to join them for a while, wanna come?" Conner suggested.
"And make a fool of myself? My my, what an excellent idea….," I said sarcastically.
"It's better than sitting here looking like some moronic cheerleader who just got dumped by her 60-year-old boyfriend," Conner joked.
I gave him the look. The Conner-you-are-such-a-hateful-miscreant-I-don't-know-why-I-bother-talking-to-you look.
I followed him reluctantly to the basketball court to meet my doom.
Hey, better a klutzy freak than a moronic cheerleader….
[ Rukawa's POV }
Just a minute ago, Miharu was moaning about death or 'dieing of boredom' and saying she could see a white light emerging from above her, saying farewell to me and Shota if she didn't go back now.
Now, she's laughing like some cracked old hag when this guy walks along and talk to her…. Looking all flushed and excited….
And what's worse, that guy keeps smiling at me, showing me his perfect teeth…What's his problem? Is he trying to annoy me with the fact that he's over there with Miharu and I'm here with this bratty wrench form hell? Not that I care or anything….
Suddenly, both of them stood up and walked towards the basketball court.
Miharu's going to play basketball? Now this is what I call a memorable day….
[ Miharu's POV ]
I could practically feel Rukawa's gaze burning holes on my back as I walked to the basketball court. The corners of his lips lifted up slightly, ready to mock every move I make.
Basketball is probably the only thing he excels in. His brain cells are limited when it comes to studying and projects like this.
"Conner!" Shota squealed and ran to Conner.
"Hey, Shota," Conner said warmly.
He looked up at Rukawa, hoping for signs of acknowledgement but gave up after a few seconds.
"Rukawa, this is Conner," I introduced.
Rukawa gave a grunt and walked away,
"Conner, teach me how to shoot far far far…. " Shota said repeating his last word.
"No problem , kiddo," Conner said.
I stood at the side awkwardly watching Conner teach Shota. Suddenly, Rukawa seemed to change his mind and decided to help Shota instead. I raised my eyebrows and looked at him in suspicion.
"Miharu, come try to shoot," Conner called me.
"I can't shoot," I mumbled feebly.
"Ah, who cares? Just give it a try," Conner encouraged me.
He showed me the proper way to shoot and the posture while Rukawa stood at the side looking grumpy and sulky.
"Go on," Conner urged me.
I stood at the free throw line, raised my arms and threw the ball.
It went in!
[ Rukawa's POV ]
Hmmph… so the brat prefers Conner. And Miharu seems impressed by Mr. Samaritan-of-the-day's kind deeds….
Big deal.
I bet I can teach Shota better… I felt my temper rising, was it jealousy or anger? Neither, I would say…
But of course I pitied Shota and decided to help him. You know how I sympathize the less fortunate…
And as for Miharu, two words. 'Beginner's luck'
[ Miharu's POV ]
Woo Hoo!!! It went in! It went in!
I started to do some butt shaking chicken dance and I got some admiring glances. Or so I thought until Conner came up to me and whispered," Okay, that's enough. You're embarrassing me."
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"We've reached. We've reached," Shota sang happily as we reached our house.
He rushed to the front door and eagerly waited for me. We had just finished our games and came back looking like pigs that just took a mud bath.
I was drenched with sweat, every single strand of my hair was plastered to my head, my white shirt was smeared with mud and I had a small cut on my lower lip. Well, it seems that Mr. Rookie over here 'accidentally' slipped and ended up slamming the basketball to my face. I am honored to be the first girl ever to receive such a wonderful pass from Rukawa.
Yeah sure… *snort*
Conner and Shota weren't exactly in a better state than I was.
"Come on, I need to take my bath. I stink," Conner grumbled.
"Can't live without your Calvin Klein perfume?" I mocked him.
He simply ignored me and pushed open the wooden doors.
"That must be them," I heard Wairei's voice.
We dragged our feet to the living room as Wairei quickly rushed to Shota with a worried look on her face.
"Shota darling. Where have you been? I was getting very worried," Wairei said as crystal like tears began to form at the tip of her eyes.
" We went to play basketball at the nearby park," Conner explained.
"Basketball? You took my Shota for a basketball game? What if he got hurt while playing? What if he had broken a limb or two?" Wairei questioned.
Hey lady, we went for a basketball game, not mud wrestling….
"Calm down, Wairei. We have guests in the house," my father said.
"Miharu, I thought I told you we were having guests for dinner and you were to come back early today?" my father continued.
"I..I.. forgot." I mumbled.
"Okay, it's all right. Let me introduce you to our guests," my father continued.
"This is my son, Shota and daughter, Miharu. Conner, my nephew," My father introduced us to the couple sitting on the couch.
"And this is Mr. and Mrs. Sendoh. And their son, Sendoh Akira," he continued.
My eyes landed on a good-looking guy with a smile plastered on his face and dweeby broomstick hair-do he had.
"Hey," he said and flashed another smile at me.
I looked at him and immediately felt out of place as he looked all classy in his branded wear while I looked like some garbage can designer looking for inspiration….
Fabulous…
" I better go get ready," I informed them.
I avoided Sendoh's glance and quickly ran up the stairs eager to get out from my sweaty shirt.
But of course not before falling flat on my butt before everyone. Oh, of course, life wouldn't go on if I didn't get to embarrass myself, would it?
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