Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I don't own SD boys, Inoue does. The events that follow are not included in the original plot but enjoy anyway. (Hindi ako ang nagmamayari ng mga tauhan ng SD, si Inoue ang gumawa sa kanila. Ang mga sumusunod na pangyayari ay hindi kasama sa tunay na istorya pero magsaya ka na lang sa pagbabasa '--')

Warning: F words all over at the end. No censor.

A/N: Didn't have much time to work on this so expect some errors; grammar, typos, spellings, quotations, punctuations, whatever...

Tuesday, 6:30 PM. Kanagawa Park

'Enjoying yourself?' Shinichi Maki asks Hisashi Mitsui who deliberately misses the afternoon's practice to meet up with him. This day is theirs alone; Mitsui has long fixed the sched and nothing's going on their way. Perfectly clean. No strings attached. Just the two of them under the pale moonlight, savoring the glucose-filled zephyr that comes crashing against their young countenance.

'Yeah, beautiful,' Mitsui answers, watching the city lights from below.

'A perfect time to scrape by, isn't it?' Maki teases.

'Huh?'

'I know you didn't go to practice,' Maki confirms, still smiling.

'Oh, that. hahaha...Well, I said I was helping mom.' Mitsui reciprocates the other's wistful smile. 'How's school?'

'Same. Practice hard for an easy win.' Maki answers.

'I see.'

They watch as moments transform to minutes and minutes drift to hours. The city lights below glimmer like fireflies scattering their glowing juices in a weightless void while no glitches mingle with the 'patternless' array of stars above them. This makes them feel pinned between heaven and heaven; wherever they turn, there's happiness in which all repercussions make their way to Shinichi Maki and Hisashi Mitsui. Everything exists for them; the privacy, the sought silence, the mundane space hovering above--

'Hisashi?'

'Yes?'

'I love you very much.'

'I love you, too.'

Earlier that day, 7:15, morning practice in Shohoku Gym.

'Rukawa?' Mitsui calls to Rukawa who doesn't return a single twitch. It's plain that he's on a roll; slamming his 6th sky-high one handed 360 in 2 minutes, it's almost impossible to interject with his concentration. 'RUKAWA!'

The whole team looks questioningly at Mitsui who smiles back apologetically and mechanically turns to Rukawa,

'Rukawa, one word, please.' He says in a good-natured tone; Rukawa remains poker faced.

'Sempai?' He asks after dropping the ball on the floor.

'Sorry.' Mitsui gags, looking like a complete imbecile with his haggard arms folded across his chest and lips pouting like a maniac.

'What about?' Rukawa's brows furrow in confusion; he's forgotten about yesterday's commotion as usual.

'Yesterday' Mitsui answers blandly, suddenly flashing his super-powered mega handsome smile.

Callous Rukawa just nods, gesticulating 'oh, that' and starts to walk away.

'Wait,'

'What, sempai?' Rukawa shrugs, failing to hoodwink his loathsome irritation.

'Er, will you come now?' Mitsui says, spouting off where he really wants it to go.

'No.' Rukawa replies in recalcitrant flatness. For the second time, he tunes out on Hisashi Mitsui.

'When will you, then?' Mitsui asks rashly, quite aware now that it's a clear-cut no.

'Never.' Rukawa says tersely, probably equipped with the intention to burst the other's bubble.

'You've got enough loads of gripes to be a fucking whiner, Rukawa. Stop being a boner for once.'

'I'm not. You are.'

'Fuck off and go out with me, will you?' Mitsui snarls.

'I said no. You dumb, sempai?' Rukawa says, his expression bordering between ocean deep disdain and utter disgust.

'I'm not. You are.' Mitsui retorts in a feigned aplomb. He himself can't match Rukawa's sarcasm; he simply can't overcome him. Rukawa walks out on him again.

Mitsui becomes altogether inarticulate, smattering horrific curses and wringing his hands; only his anger reigns within him now. 'He? Say fucking no to me! Fuck him! Fuck him right between the eyes! Nobody ever says no to Hisashi Mitsui without getting himself enough hell! I'm making him eat a swamp of shit and yes, he's saying yes to me! His heart rate simultaneously drops under par with his blood pressure's tremendous explosion, causing the latter to reach the scale's apex. Before he knows it, his complexion is toying among the shades of pink, red, and purple and his face contorting in a monstrous form. Yeah, handsome people hate being rejected.

TBC