Hullo! This is just a rotten imagination of mine...but I can't get it out
of my head, so, I have to write it. ^^x. "Japanese" and [English] so I
wouldn't put in a lot of translations.
PS. How do you make bold and italic?
***
Shwak! Another clean shot for Kaede Rukawa. More than ever, he wanted to be better than he was before...better than himself. He was not content on being in the Japanese team alone, he wanted to be the best there ever will be. He remembered very well his visit in the States a month back. It was one thing seeing the players of NBA on the television, but it was another thing seeing them live. They became to him, not an inspiration, but a challenge, which was always the case for him. Albeit this made him heat up, there was one thing that made his gears push themselves to the limit.
*flashback*
Some black youths were playing street basketball with swift and smooth moves. They suddenly stopped as anther group made their way to the court. Although he couldn't understand all of the English that was said because of street slang, he knew that they would be battling it out on the court understanding that their schools wee big rivals.
One of the players caught his attention; wearing a blue shirt and loose, black jogging pants and a red cap...he couldn't see his eyes. Even as the game began, and the sun scorching the city brought sweat to all the players, the pants and cap remained. Even Rukawa was sweating just standing there. He was very agile and sure of all his shots even with the cap blocking his view. The score was very far in the ten-minute game - 40 to 21 - with the newcomers winning.
The player's cap was knocked over by his teammate and it was revealed to Rukawa that he was a she! He was a junior now, but she looked younger. He couldn't believe it! How? He gripped the fence so hard that they were deformed under pressure. She had short black hair in a boyish cut and her lose blue shirt along with her intentional slouching back hid most of her front. As she faced his direction, he realized one thing that astounded him, she was Japanese!
She smiled at him and neared him. She, too, knew he was Japanese and said, "Hello! You're Japanese aren't you? Oh, forgive me fro being rude, I'm Canson, Rika. Nice to meet you."
Rukawa just stared at her, then with a blank stare he said, "Rukawa, Kaede."
"So, are you here on a vacation or are you staying here permanently?" she asked.
"On vacation." He replied bluntly.
"You are a man of short words, aren't you?" she smiled at him. "I'm 15, and turning 16 on December. How old are you?"
Fifteen? She was younger then. January had just passed... "17." Then with a grunt, he turned to leave.
"Goodbye then!" She called after him. Rukawa was surprised! Most people would be pissed of every time he did that, but she was not as he saw looking back.
*end flashback*
He just couldn't get it! Shwak! Another one in. But there was one thing about her that he couldn't get out f his head, she had a big bruise to the right of her right eye running down to her blue-green cheek. He stared at the ball. There was just no way a girl that age could outdo Mitsui.
School was going to start tomorrow and he was sure the Rukawa Shinietai 'Organization' would be there again...waiting for him as they always would. That sickened him. It was bad enough they cheer like wild animals at every game but it was worse that they follow him even during the vacation. He was lucky to not see them the entire duration of his last week of freedom of full basketball and sleep.
He shook himself out of his train of thoughts and went back to practice. Shwak! He is going to be the best.
***
Akira Sendou (Sendoh in English) stared at the ¥100 on his hand. If the 100 printed on the coin came face up, he would go to the arcade, if otherwise, he would go fishing. He flipped it up, caught it in mid-air and slapped it to the back of his other hand. 100. He shrugged and went straight for the arcade. It was not cold, in fact it was a bit warm, but Sendou was wearing his school's jacket since he knows how unpredictable the weather could be.
When he got to the arcade, he saw that it wasn't as crowded as he thought it to be. People would probably be doing their last-minute shopping for school supplies. He was thankful he did his a long time ago. He was heading for a racing game but stopped as he saw someone playing on the newest mix of the Dance Dance Revolution (DDR) and the few others who were there watched the player as well. It was released just two days ago and the level was very hard as he saw it and the arrows made him dizzy just by trying to follow it.
The score was A and the total score was also A. Turning, she scratched her head furiously. [I better get an S the next time I try this again. The harder levels get even more complicated as the mix goes higher and higher. I like it.] She carried her backpack and got the 100's out of her pocket and started counting them as she stepped out from the dance pad without looking ahead of her.
She accidentally stepped on Sendou's foot and in surprise, they both jumped and let go of their coins and dropped to the ground. "Oh, I'm so sorry about that." She apologized worriedly and began picking up the coins scattered on the floor.
"Don't worry about it." Sendou answered picking up the others as well. "How much did you have?"
"I don't know. I wasn't finished counting them." She told him as she picked the last of the coins. "How much do you have?"
"I don't know either." He said shrugging. "It wouldn't be fair if we have half of it since you might have had more before we let go of all of it."
She looked down at the coins she had in her hand. "I suppose...I'm really sorry about this inconvenience."
"Don't bother about it." Sendou replied with his ever present smile. "I'll just have ¥200. I'm just here for that racing game anyway. Oh, and you were great up there. Have you been playing that mix long?"
"I was going to play that, too and thanks, but I'm not really that good." She said "Oh, and it's OK. You can have what's in your hand right now. Nice to meet you, I'm Canson, Rika. And you are?"
"Rika? Canson Rika?" Sendou blinked in surprise, "Are you the daughter of Mrs. Canson, Shishouta?"
"How did you know?" Rika asked puzzled.
"It's likely you don't remember me, Rika." Sendou smiled "Do you remember Sendou, Akira?"
"Akira?!" she exclaimed in surprise. "I didn't recognize you, you smiley boy!"
"You've grown taller, eh, Rika? So, have you become one of the top students in America as you promised you would before coming back here?"
"Of course! And I'm just in time; after 7 years as promised. And you, have you become the one best basketball players in Japan?"
"Yup, and guess what, I'm captain of the school's basketball team. The Ryonan team."
"Ryonan? I guess we're going to be rivals then. I'm going to Shohoku." She grinned at him, "I last heard from you that you had a girlfriend and I haven't heard from you since then. Where is she?"
"We broke up." He sighed despondently. "She just didn't understand me."
"Oh, I'm sorry about that." She pulled him to the game they were about to play. "Let's just have some fun and stop scratching old wounds. I'm not going to let you win against me at racing again."
"You wish!" Sendou smirked.
The competition was neck and neck but it was Sendou who won. He gave her an I-told-you-so grin and she growled in her throat. Ever since they were children, she couldn't beat him at the game. They then went out and had ice cream at an ice cream parlor. Rika ordered chocolate and Sendou got lemon. They smiled at each other seeing that their preferences hadn't changed. They sat down and caught up with everything they had missed throughout the years the old friends have been apart.
PS. How do you make bold and italic?
***
Shwak! Another clean shot for Kaede Rukawa. More than ever, he wanted to be better than he was before...better than himself. He was not content on being in the Japanese team alone, he wanted to be the best there ever will be. He remembered very well his visit in the States a month back. It was one thing seeing the players of NBA on the television, but it was another thing seeing them live. They became to him, not an inspiration, but a challenge, which was always the case for him. Albeit this made him heat up, there was one thing that made his gears push themselves to the limit.
*flashback*
Some black youths were playing street basketball with swift and smooth moves. They suddenly stopped as anther group made their way to the court. Although he couldn't understand all of the English that was said because of street slang, he knew that they would be battling it out on the court understanding that their schools wee big rivals.
One of the players caught his attention; wearing a blue shirt and loose, black jogging pants and a red cap...he couldn't see his eyes. Even as the game began, and the sun scorching the city brought sweat to all the players, the pants and cap remained. Even Rukawa was sweating just standing there. He was very agile and sure of all his shots even with the cap blocking his view. The score was very far in the ten-minute game - 40 to 21 - with the newcomers winning.
The player's cap was knocked over by his teammate and it was revealed to Rukawa that he was a she! He was a junior now, but she looked younger. He couldn't believe it! How? He gripped the fence so hard that they were deformed under pressure. She had short black hair in a boyish cut and her lose blue shirt along with her intentional slouching back hid most of her front. As she faced his direction, he realized one thing that astounded him, she was Japanese!
She smiled at him and neared him. She, too, knew he was Japanese and said, "Hello! You're Japanese aren't you? Oh, forgive me fro being rude, I'm Canson, Rika. Nice to meet you."
Rukawa just stared at her, then with a blank stare he said, "Rukawa, Kaede."
"So, are you here on a vacation or are you staying here permanently?" she asked.
"On vacation." He replied bluntly.
"You are a man of short words, aren't you?" she smiled at him. "I'm 15, and turning 16 on December. How old are you?"
Fifteen? She was younger then. January had just passed... "17." Then with a grunt, he turned to leave.
"Goodbye then!" She called after him. Rukawa was surprised! Most people would be pissed of every time he did that, but she was not as he saw looking back.
*end flashback*
He just couldn't get it! Shwak! Another one in. But there was one thing about her that he couldn't get out f his head, she had a big bruise to the right of her right eye running down to her blue-green cheek. He stared at the ball. There was just no way a girl that age could outdo Mitsui.
School was going to start tomorrow and he was sure the Rukawa Shinietai 'Organization' would be there again...waiting for him as they always would. That sickened him. It was bad enough they cheer like wild animals at every game but it was worse that they follow him even during the vacation. He was lucky to not see them the entire duration of his last week of freedom of full basketball and sleep.
He shook himself out of his train of thoughts and went back to practice. Shwak! He is going to be the best.
***
Akira Sendou (Sendoh in English) stared at the ¥100 on his hand. If the 100 printed on the coin came face up, he would go to the arcade, if otherwise, he would go fishing. He flipped it up, caught it in mid-air and slapped it to the back of his other hand. 100. He shrugged and went straight for the arcade. It was not cold, in fact it was a bit warm, but Sendou was wearing his school's jacket since he knows how unpredictable the weather could be.
When he got to the arcade, he saw that it wasn't as crowded as he thought it to be. People would probably be doing their last-minute shopping for school supplies. He was thankful he did his a long time ago. He was heading for a racing game but stopped as he saw someone playing on the newest mix of the Dance Dance Revolution (DDR) and the few others who were there watched the player as well. It was released just two days ago and the level was very hard as he saw it and the arrows made him dizzy just by trying to follow it.
The score was A and the total score was also A. Turning, she scratched her head furiously. [I better get an S the next time I try this again. The harder levels get even more complicated as the mix goes higher and higher. I like it.] She carried her backpack and got the 100's out of her pocket and started counting them as she stepped out from the dance pad without looking ahead of her.
She accidentally stepped on Sendou's foot and in surprise, they both jumped and let go of their coins and dropped to the ground. "Oh, I'm so sorry about that." She apologized worriedly and began picking up the coins scattered on the floor.
"Don't worry about it." Sendou answered picking up the others as well. "How much did you have?"
"I don't know. I wasn't finished counting them." She told him as she picked the last of the coins. "How much do you have?"
"I don't know either." He said shrugging. "It wouldn't be fair if we have half of it since you might have had more before we let go of all of it."
She looked down at the coins she had in her hand. "I suppose...I'm really sorry about this inconvenience."
"Don't bother about it." Sendou replied with his ever present smile. "I'll just have ¥200. I'm just here for that racing game anyway. Oh, and you were great up there. Have you been playing that mix long?"
"I was going to play that, too and thanks, but I'm not really that good." She said "Oh, and it's OK. You can have what's in your hand right now. Nice to meet you, I'm Canson, Rika. And you are?"
"Rika? Canson Rika?" Sendou blinked in surprise, "Are you the daughter of Mrs. Canson, Shishouta?"
"How did you know?" Rika asked puzzled.
"It's likely you don't remember me, Rika." Sendou smiled "Do you remember Sendou, Akira?"
"Akira?!" she exclaimed in surprise. "I didn't recognize you, you smiley boy!"
"You've grown taller, eh, Rika? So, have you become one of the top students in America as you promised you would before coming back here?"
"Of course! And I'm just in time; after 7 years as promised. And you, have you become the one best basketball players in Japan?"
"Yup, and guess what, I'm captain of the school's basketball team. The Ryonan team."
"Ryonan? I guess we're going to be rivals then. I'm going to Shohoku." She grinned at him, "I last heard from you that you had a girlfriend and I haven't heard from you since then. Where is she?"
"We broke up." He sighed despondently. "She just didn't understand me."
"Oh, I'm sorry about that." She pulled him to the game they were about to play. "Let's just have some fun and stop scratching old wounds. I'm not going to let you win against me at racing again."
"You wish!" Sendou smirked.
The competition was neck and neck but it was Sendou who won. He gave her an I-told-you-so grin and she growled in her throat. Ever since they were children, she couldn't beat him at the game. They then went out and had ice cream at an ice cream parlor. Rika ordered chocolate and Sendou got lemon. They smiled at each other seeing that their preferences hadn't changed. They sat down and caught up with everything they had missed throughout the years the old friends have been apart.