Of Love and Basketball
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply
Claimer: Let me begin by saying that I am Maria
Pairing: RukawaXMe
Afore word: Hi! It's me again, Maria. This is my second fic featuring me as the...you guessed it! Perfect Mary Sue, and Rukawa as my leading man. (Actually this is more like the second installment of my delusional works here in FFN) Hope you'll love this. Ah, I dreamed of me and Rukawa last night; bad people raped me in front of Rukawa. They said they'd beat him up if I don't give them my virginity. How awful! Then I just let them because they threatened that Rukawa would be hurt, although I knew that Rukawa could defeat them all single-handedly. But it was a fun experience anyway, because Rukawa saw the naked me. This is dedicated to all oc lovers, especially Drunk Lady.
Now on with the fic!
Prologue
Fate does not rearrange itself for someone else's sake. It is immutable, immortal, and ancient. It drifts from nowhere and passes everywhere. It relives hope and crashes it by the stomp of its merciless feet. This is my story.
He was rooted in a standstill, and his orbs drew a blank stare that had never graced his face before. It was pitiable to see him like this, knowing that I was the cause of it. Right then he wouldn't reveal the extent of his distress, but tomorrow he would be a different person encumbered by bitterness and frustration. But for now, let us give him time to cherish his moments with his to-be former self because this was the last time they would be together.
He walked away without a word or argument to venture. His eyes were far off and dim with displeasure. I caught their meaning just before he brushed away; they simply said "This ain't over yet." Then he was gone for the longest period of time and I detached myself from any miraculous hope that he'd ever show up again. And he didn't.
After that I just drifted away; but not exactly "drifted" as in aimlessly coursing through a pointless labyrinth. Somehow I was ascending through a stopgap and there, I found what I had been looking for; peace. For awhile that's how it seemed, but it turned out that I had under estimated the measures and peculiarities of Shohoku High.
Chapter I
When I arrived at Shohoku High, I had misgivings that I would ever make a name or establish a reputation that would relate me to what I was back in Junior High. Nobody knew me, nobody was even aware that I was once the best female athletes in my former hometown, Osaka. Why? Simply because I was a female, and plain-looking. I would go to school alone and walk by myself home. I would sit at lunch alone, spoil my saliva for hours due to my overly-limited acquaintance, and tire my eyes watching people who didn't even return a glance to acknowledge my existence. But never, not once did I regret coming here because finally, I found peace.
I lived a few blocks away from Shohoku but my feet would always grow weary and my limbs numb as I trudged the cyclical pattern of everyday. Always the same chords of events flowed past me, the same familiar winds blew, the same unfeeling people passed me without recognition. This wasn't the life I intended to land on, and I didn't adore it. No, far from it. But it did have one enthrallment to offer; in this life, where nobody gave a damn about my hurts and sorrows, I would have peace.
For a while there was temporary quietude; until the monotony of my lifestyle was disrupted by a certain boy. He just zoomed past me that dreary day in October. It was a Friday, a threatening, heavy set of nimbus was brimming the skies that not a blue spot was left peeping at the Earth. There were momentary howls of vague thunders but no lightning rolled after them. It would surely drizzle in no time so I reached in for my bag to equip my umbrella. Then as I was about to zip it open, a pink one sitter vehicle almost ran over me. Luckily, my reflexes were still in mint condition that I responded quickly by averting a crash. I stared at the rider upon recovering my cool; he just rode on as if I was a road hump or something. But it took me by surprise that he was in fact sleeping. Had I been hit, the court would probably just dismiss the accident as a homicide.
Never since then had he been extracted from my mind. That Kaede Rukawa. But whenever I came to gaze at him long enough, I always saw as well the face of my dear Eiji.
TBC
Note: Hi guys! I hope you like this first Maria upload. I'm attaching the next chapter soon enough and I won't accept flames, because I don't like flames, much less flaming. It's not really my habit (it's my addiction! grins sarcastically), only losers like a certain, unsigned in Mike do that, the 'I'm born with a brain' Man. I wonder why he would risk to commit puny mistakes like that when he could've simply typed 'I have a brain.' That being inferred, I could as well announce that I am born with a pair of slippers because I currently have one. Analytically speaking, this Mike IS being spewed out of his/her mom's birth canal while affirming to me that he/she 'IS born with a brain.' So anyone who WAS born with a brain could actually lose it! Another point for the human frontier! I'll toast to that discovery and inform my anatomy professor right away. Who knows, he could've lost his a long time ago.