Author's Notes: No sense, really. This fic was meant to be a drabble so… enjoy.
To the MitRu ML, especially diggler, this is for you!
Disclaimers: Slam Dunk isn't mine. It's Inoue-sama's.
Cut the Crap
It was a fine day. At least for Mitsui, that was. The celebration after the game was fabulous, except that they had to clean up the mess they made in the Kogure residence. It wasn't much of a work, he thought, as they were many. However, a wave of exhaustion soon took over him as he slumped on the chair conveniently located near the table his palms were resting on.
"Give me that cake."
Mitsui gave a blank stare at the source of the voice.
It was Rukawa.
Of all the things that Rukawa could say, why did he have to say that? The cake was his and his alone. No one could take the cake away from him.
"It's mine, Rukawa. You have your share. That's yours, right?" Mitsui pointed at the plate Rukawa had on his right palm. Rukawa nodded yet insisted that he have that cake over the cake he already had.
Now, what was the problem with his kouhai?
Not that he cared for Rukawa. It was just that they had the same flavor of cake and it was strange how Rukawa acted as if he was a baby not given lollipop.
However, Mistui did not have the slightest care for Rukawa, thus he ate the said pastry.
He felt satisfied, he noted, as licked the last bit of icing on the side of his mouth.
Yet something got to that location faster than his tongue.
What the–
--
Akagi froze, Miyagi stopped wrestling Sakuragi, Ayako forgot to breathe for a split second thus causing her to well, run out of air.
As for Kogure, he chuckled.
It was about time, he thought, that Rukawa finally made a move on Mistui. Sure, he could bare another minute of Rukawa's 'blank' stares at Mitsui which, he noted, were more than blank, but he couldn't stand a second of Mitsui being so blind to not see Rukawa's feeling which Rukawa insisted weren't of love but of deep admiration.
So he could just chuckle.
Indeed, there were better ways how to get what you want.
11:22p
13 November 2004
-- Now would someone make me happy by pressing that purple button down there? sweet smile