CrAzY/mAd
Disclaimer: If I owned Slam Dunk, I wouldn't be slogging for my senior year exam. Instead, I would be lounging around at home, reading fan fiction 24/7 and not worrying about the Internet bills. Well, since I don't own anything…go figure.
Rating: I decided to change the rating to PG-13
Synopsis: Instead of OC's going to Japan as foreign exchange students, why don't the SD boys come instead? Chaos follows when they head to sunny Malaysia…
Pairings: Pairings start showing up on this chapter onwards!
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A/n: I'm Baaack! This chapter may contain degrees of lameness, so consider yourself warned! (Susan, don't bug me anymore alright? I've finished it!!) Special thanks to:
Sey Lee: Rest assured, insanity resumes!
cinnamon stick: Yeah, I jut had my exams too, so I know how you feel. (I don't like physics too).
Chidero: Kiyota = monkey, therefore Koshino = headache. Go figure. (^_~)
kka: (~_~)V
sLL: thanks for all those reviews! Sorry Sam beat you to Kiyota first though..
Unquestionable: actually, mountain biking is much scarier, considering it revolves around rougher terrain....yeah, I guess that was a sort of mistake I put in there. Thanks for pointing it out.
Crazy4u: you really have a cousin named Akmal?!? Woah...I didn't know that! Freaky! And yeah, I like bike riding too, but my tyre has gone flat and I have no time to change it (blame it all on the SPM!)
Jeslene: Thanks! But I also kind of pity Fujima.... *guilty look*
miracle: Sorry for the slow update! Also sorry about the Kiyota thing. Don't sulk! Read this chapter!
Nat: Sorry for updating lambat... but hey, better late than never right?
Akane: my friends say the spiking the basketball thing was kinda lame, but glad to hear you liked it!
Phoe2k: Continued! (After numerous interruptions that is....)
Chapter 10: Let the Madness Begin ?!?
"You!" Fujima and Angela yelled out at the same time.
"You broke my nose!"
"Oh yeah, look what you did to my elbow! It's all black and blue thanks to your Rock nose!"
"Guys! Calm down!" Koshino yelled, hanging on to Fujima's arm.
"Angela! His nose is already broken! Don't punch him again! Calm down!" Sey had to step in between Fujima and the ramping Angela. "I'm Sey Kurata. That's Alexis and Sam over there," she managed to introduce herself and her friends quickly to Koshino and the rest.
"Koshino! you're flirting with the girl I spotted first! Let me go Jin! ARGH!"
"Stupid wild monkey," Sam muttered under her breath.
Unfortunately Kiyota heard that. He whirled around and faced her. "Nani? I'm not a monkey! And I'm not stupid..Little girl!"
Sam grew red. "I'm not a little girl you ugly ape!" she yelled back at him. It was Kiyota's turn to go red. With a gowl, he lunged forward to throttle Sam, but was held back in time by Jin, where else Alexis had to prevent Sam from trying WWE moves on Kiyota. The noise that consisted of screaming insults, mass apologizing and name calling had reached it's crescendo, when a loud gravelly voice broke in.
"THAT'S ENOUGH, FROM ALL OF YOU!" It was the resort manager. He was brandishing a mug at them. The noise subsided.
"You, you, you and you." The manager's finger shot out menacingly and pointed at all of them. "The whole lot of you! You're disturbing the peace here!"
"So?" asked an unrepentant Kiyota. The manager's face grew an unflattering shade of tomato red.
"Out. All of you, out of here now."
"What?"
"But you can't–"
"We're the customers!"
"You can't just—"
"OUT!" the manager roared. The eight of them scuttled out of the reception area. As they went, the manager's thunderous voice echoed after them ominously.
"AND DON'T COME BACK TILL ALL OF YOU CAN BEHAVE YOURSELVES!"
[At Kuala Lumpur International Airport..]
Ryota Miyagi POV
The problem of coming to Malaysia was this: no one understood a word of Japanese. How on earth was I to find my father's Malaysian friend, let alone Aya-chan here without the services of a translator? It wasn't as if there was a sigh saying "Translator Available Here".
Whomp! Someone bumped into me. It was a rather small girl, who was also trying to get past the monstrous regiment of fat women. "Sorry!" she apologized, as she pushed her glasses up her nose. I nodded and made my way to the chairs. The girl sat down a few chairs away from me. It was then the weight of the whole situation struck me. I was stuck in a country which could not understand Japanese and there was no way I could find my Aya-chan.
I groaned, and buried my head in my hands. What was I going to do?
"Um, are you okay?" the girl asked me in English. I looked up at her. Well, why not? Before I knew it, I was telling her about myself, and how I came to Malaysia to look for Aya-chan, and now, I don't have anywhere to live, and I can't get a cab, because I didn't know where to go.
"So, I have no idea where to start looking for Aya-chan. And by the time I get to her, she'll probably be engaged to the son of a business tycoon, and I will never be able to tell her how I feel."
"That's so romantic," she breathed. "It's like the show."
"What show?"
"Meteor Garden....Tell you what, I'll help you find your Aya? What do you say?"
I could have kissed her in gratitude, except that I wanted my first kiss to be with Aya-chan. "You will! Great! What do we do?"
"First, we get a map. I'm Susan Chang by the way."
Melanie Yen POV
It was a brilliant idea, to have a charity basketball game to raise money for run down orphanages. I had run out of ideas on how to raise funds for charity, and with that scumbag (a.k.a my ex-boyfriend, whom I was missing more than I let on) breathing down my neck for more charity projects, the volleyball game came as somewhat of a blessing. So, that was why we were in the school hall, with a whole bunch of spectators from other schools and outsiders, anxious to see the Japanese students against the SMKDJ v-ball team. I was surprised at the amount of students willing to stay back after school today and watch the game, let alone dish out money for the tickets.
The referee was about to blow the whistle and start the game, when there came three sharp claps and what sounded like three cheers?
"Hip, hip, hurray!" What the hell? Four girls dressed in sparkly red, black and white stepped out onto the middle of the basketball court, albeit the stares from the spectators. I quickly recognized the girls as part of the Dynamitez SMKDJ's residential cheerleading team. Terribly exclusive and elite, you needed to be at least a size S before you can even dream of joining. An approving roar sounded from the audience (it was mostly hormonal males getting excited at the sight of those short, red and sparkly costumes. The whole costume idea was to distract people) . It was obvious that they were going to perform a cheer routine for the school team.
"Ugh. Pom–pom waving airheads," Artemis mumbled. She doesn't like cheerleaders.
The cheerleaders exhibited 100 mega-kilowatt smiles to everyone. One of them stepped out, shaking pom-poms. "One, two, one, two, three four!" they started reciting a cheer that had me close to falling out of my chair when I heard it.
"We like him cos he's handsome,"
"We like him cos he's cool."
"He looks so good with red hair,"
"It makes us wanna drool."
What the hell? I wondered, but they weren't done yet.
"We like him cos he's funny,"
"We like him cos he's the best."
"We like him cos he's so hot,"
"just hotter than the rest."
Oh yeah. Real creative. I bet it took them months to come up with that.
"We're doing him cos we love him,"
"We're doing this cos we're his biggest fans!"
"We're just gonna say this loud and clear,"
"HANAMICHI'S OUR MAN!"
That was ended with a high pitch shriek, and the cheerleaders somehow managed to go into this weird formation, which involved a whole lot of wiggling. The whole hall had gone deadly silent when they were done, except for a loud brash voice that I had almost gotten used to hearing.
"NYAHAHAHAHAHAH! ORE WA TENSAI!! I'm SO COOL! They LIKE ME! NYAHAHA! DID YOU SEE THAT KITSUNE! I HAVE MY OWN SHINETAI AS WELL!"
Rukawa Kaede POV
I am a basketball player, not a volleyball player. So what if we lost 25-1 to these potato people posing as volleyball players. Keep repeating: I am a basketball player, not a volleyball player. I am a basketball player, not a volleyball player. I am a basketball player, not a volleyball player.
Damn, I can't believe we lost to those garden gnome sized volleyball players. What's more, I can't believe that the cheerleaders actually would form a 'Hanamichi Brigade' to cheer that do'aho on. Okay, at least they sound slightly better than those three deviling girls back home, both are equally irritating.
"Where the freak is Adam," Do'aho cross dresser seethed as she paced up and down the road. "He was supposed to fetch us about an hour ago."
As much as I couldn't get along with her, I had to agree with that. Where was her stupid brother? It was a hot day, and who knows what damage the sun may be doing to my delicate porcelain pale skin? She paced up and down a bit more. It was irritating me.
"Go call him, do'aho."
"Stop calling me that Wasabe Breath," she retorted back. I rolled my eyes. She had been calling me that ever since–that incident *shudders*. But I wasn't going to let her know that fazed me. "Go call him. Maybe he forgot."
Scowling hard, Elaine pulled out some spare change and stomped to the nearest payphone. I couldn't help noticing how cute she looked when she was in a foul mood.
What the hell? Did I actually think that? Kami-sama, the sun must be affecting my head.
Elaine Soo POV
"What the *explicit* do you mean you can't fetch us?" I snarled into the phone.
"Geez, language," Adam drawled on the other end. "It can't be helped. I bumped into an old friend, and I'm taking her out for lunch."
"But you're supposed to fetch me first!"
"Go take the LRT (LRT=Malaysian train service) back-lah. Eh, got to go now. Bye."
"No, I'm not going to take the LRT back!" it was pointless, because he had hung up. I growled, as I pushed the hair out of my eyes in frustration (damn, I forgot to spike up my hair again today). Some brother he was. I stomped back to Rukawa. "We're taking the LRT back. Let's go."
"Zzzzz....." *plip, plip, plip* drool puddled obliviously on the floor.
"Wake up-lah, bodoh (bodoh=stupid)!" without caring, I yanked him up hard, and dragged him along. For some reason, he reminded me of a huge, stupid dog that didn't want to listen to its owner. At least he had the decency to walk properly towards the bus stop. The moment he got into the seat, he dropped off to sleep once more. I had to shake him hard to make sure he didn't drop any drool on me. Then I had to shake him again to get him into the LRT station, and onto the train.
Bundling him onto a seat, I glared stonily out of the window. I had quarreled with Kylie today over (can you actually believe it?) My hair.
#flashback#
"Your hair is going all long and femme," Kylie said accusingly. "I prefer your hair short and spiky."
"So what?" I asked grumpily. I had not slept well last night, and was feeling extremely frazzled.
"I like your hair spiky. Your hair makes you look like a girl now."
That irritated me a lot. "I am a girl," I pointed out grouchily. "In case you haven't noticed that yet. Besides, its my hair, so let me do what I want to do with it." I pushed the said hair out of my eyes.
She looked pissed off, but managed to control herself to speak sweetly. "Come on, Elaine, you've been acting weird all week plus longer than that. What's wrong? I mean, do you have a problem?"
The sudden memory of kissing Rukawa popped into my head, but that was too embarrassing for words. There was no way she was going to find out. Urgh, why was I still thinking of that anyway? It's been a while since that happened. "There's nothing wrong alright!" I snapped back.
"Liar. I'm your girlfriend, you can tell me anything."
"Look, I said nothing's wrong alright! Leave it at that will you?"
Kylie's eyes narrowed. "Fine!" she spat back, and left me.
#end of flashback#
She had given me the cold shoulder for the rest of the day. I have no idea why, but I had been getting secretly irritated with her. I mean, fighting over my hair! But then again, Kylie was the type of person who liked to tell you what to do. I had been going on with it for a while, but now, her somewhat bossiness started to grate on my nerves, and caused me to snap. But somehow, I felt guilty for snapping at her.
"Should I cut my hair or not?" I wondered aloud as I twirled a strand of hair on a finger.
"Don't," a sleepy voice said next to me. To my surprise, it was Rukawa, who was half asleep. "You look cuter like that."
"Excuse me?" I asked disbelievingly. What did I actually hear him say?"
"Zzzzz.... " *plop* *plop* *plop* [drooling Rukawa].
Wasabe breath actually said I looked cute? Unbelievable! I wanted to push him off the chair...but half of me felt pleased that he had said something nice about me. I decided to not to push him off the chair, and to wake him up nicely when the train stopped....
[In Rukawa's Dream]
Nota-kun: Kae-kun, should I trim my fur? It's getting long....
Rukawa: *sleepily* Don't. You look cuter like that....ZZzzzz....
Sendoh Akira POV
"Let me see," I mumbled under my breath as I consulted the cook book. "Fry the chicken until a crisp golden brown, and then set aside. Mix lemon juice, cornflour and fry with garlic. Add in the chicken and fry for a few minutes." Sounded easy enough. I was trying to cook lemon chicken to impress Reon with my astonishing cooking skills, and as they say, the best way to a girl's heart is through her stomach. Or was it though chocolate? I forgot. But anyway, whatever it was, she was going to be so impressed when she tasted my lemon chicken.
/Sendoh's Imagination/
"Wow, this tastes great Sendoh," Reon told Sendoh admiringly. "It's so hard to find a guy that can cook nowadays."
"I'm glad you like it Reon-chan," he answered. "I made this lemon chicken especially for you!"
"Thanks! Here, let me give you a kiss to show my utter gratitude!" Reon leaned towards him.
Sendoh purses his lips expectantly to receive Reon's kiss. Suddenly, the kitchen door bursts open, and a monstrous orange and white hamster burst into the kitchen. It stared around glaringly at them and raises a sunflower seed shaped bazooka.
"Eek! A giant hamster!" Sendoh squealed terrified. He stopped suddenly when he saw Reon staring at him weirdly. "Um, I mean, what are you doing here hamster?" he said, in a deep manly voice.
"I'm Hamtaro! This is a stick up! Give me all your lemon chicken now!" the hamster waves the bazooka at Sendoh, who steps bravely in front although inwardly he is shaking like a jelly.
"Don't worry Reon, I'll protect you from Hamtaro, and I won't let him steal your lemon chicken!"
Hamtaro snorts scornfully. "You puny mortal!" it bellows. "What makes you think that you can stop the Ham-Hams?" the kitchen door slams open and the door burst off its hinges as a large group of demented looking (LARGE) hamsters barge into the kitchen. A snowy white hamster with blue ribbons in its fur and a cream colored hamster in a porkpie hat step forward and brandished their sunflower seed shaped bazooka.
"Lemon chicken! Lemon chicken! Lemon chicken!" the rest of the Ham-Hams chant loudly as they take all the lemon chicken that Sendoh has just made. "Lemon Chicken! Lemon chicken! LEMON CHICKEN!"
"Stop!' Sendoh let out an agonizing yell. "Why do you want to take the lemon chicken that I prepared so painstakingly for my Reon?"
"Oh, we got tired of sunflower seeds," Hamtaro told Sendoh dismissively as the rest of the evil Ham-Ham gang stole all the lemon chicken. "You have no idea how disgusting sunflower seeds are. Laura doesn't even give us tomato ketchup to go with it." Hamtaro made a disgusted face. "Hence the reason why we are taking your lemon chicken. Don't think of chasing after us! You won't get your lemon chicken back!" Hamtaro fired the bazooka at the stove, and the stove exploded sending a strong burning smell throughout the kitchen. The smoke detector went off with a loud wailing sound.
/end of imagination/
I woke up with a jolt to a strong burning smell and the siren of the fire detector. A cloud of smoke was coming out of the pan where the lemon sauce and chicken was cooking in.
"Oh no!" I yelled out and dashed towards the stove. I must be the only baka who could fall asleep while cooking something! Yanking the pan off the stove, I dumped everything into the sink with a clatter, turned on the tap, burning myself in the process. I looked dismally at the remains of my culinary efforts, all charred and black with spirals of twisty smoke curling out of it as the water splashed.
"Oh my gosh, Sendoh! What's going on?" Reon dashed in and stared at the mess in the sink. "Um...What did you do just now?" she asked.
"Ehehehehehe. Long story."
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Artemis: (Backs away slowly from sister) Stay away from me! I'm not gonna watch Hamtaro with you anymore!
Arty's Sis: (evil smile) Too bad....I just bought the whole Hamtaro series, and you're gonna watch it with me, or I'll show Kogure your baby photos! *waves photo album around wildly*
Artemis: What the *explicit* Where did you get those? I thought I buried them in the garden!
Arty's Sis: Hehehe. Gonna watch it with me or what?
Artemis: Noooo!
Arty's Sis: Looks like you readers should leave a review while waiting for her to continue with the next chapter, ne? (Displays depraved grin)