Disclaimer: I do not own Slam Dunk or any of its characters. XD

A/N: Heyah peeps! My SD Christmas ficcie : All in all, this fic is made up of three chapters. It was actually supposed to be a one-shot fic, but I decided to split it to add more er.. thrill. XD Anyway, this one's for (user) Night Strider, (user) chiy0 and for al you MitRu fans out there Happy holidays!

Summary: Rukawa is STILL depressed over Mitsui. He thinks to himself on why he has to be so pathetic. But-- something unexpected happens. What might it be?

Pairing: MitRu (grabe, miss ko na 'to! XD)

Merry Christmas : Chapter Two

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Dear Diary,

It's been almost a month already since I last wrote on you. Heck, one would probably think that I'm insane because I talk to an inanimate object. But you're better than nothing, right? You know what, I feel so goddamn sorry for many things in my cursed life.

I feel sorry for you because I burried you in my drawer for a long time. It's because I thought since Hisashi entered my life, I'm not going to need to trash talk anymore. I thought he was going to erase the word 'hate' and 'sadness' from my life. But obviously, I was wrong. And for that, I feel sorry for myself.

For being such a bastardic dumbass. For believeing that 'forever' exists.

I don't know what the heck is wrong with me.

Okay, so I miss Hisashi.

Very much.

I wonder what he's doing right now.

Scratch that. I actually want to forget about him already. As what those heart-broken people in corny tv shows say after breaking up, "Move on". And they're partly correct at that. It actually makes sense.

Do you think I can do that? Move on?

And

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"How stupid."

He cursed under his breath, not finishing the last sentence, as he shut the notebook and burried it once again in his drawer, along with his sentiments. He just realized how stupid he looked talking to that non-living thing. Obviously, he was living a very miserable life without his sempai to guide him. Or whatever it's called.

"Sempai.."

He whispered as if he was there. He picked up his mobile phone and pounded Mitsui's number on the keypad-- only to find it dead. Of course. Mitsui was somewhere out there, and that 'somewhere' happened to be out of the coverage area where Rukawa was. Damn.

He looked out his window and snow was still falling. Christmas was just around the corner. Rukawa had big plans for Christmas and yeah, it involved Mitsui but he didn't tell his ex-lover anything about it.

Mou..

If he did tell him..

.. Mitsui still had to go out of town, right? So what's the use?

Right?

Right..?

Wrong.

"I'm going back to Kangawa."

"What?"

"I have to, mom."

"But why? Your dad wants us here."

"I left our team behind and we're this close to winning that inter-high tournament. I can't let them down."

"Hisashi.."

".. and I promised a friend of mine that I'll spend Christmas with him. Please, mom.."

Mrs. Mitsui gave off a sigh and fortunately, for the ex-MVP, it was a sigh of defeat.

"Fine then. As if I have a choice anyway."

The lad's eyes glistened like the Christmas lights that hung everywhere and he gave his mom a nice and snuggly smile.

"Thanks a bunch, mom."

"I'll tell your dad about it when he returns from work, hmkay?"

Young Mitsui nodded and gulped down his hot choco drink.

"Must be really special. Your friend."

"Yeah.. Very special."

His mom smiled at him, and he smiled back. Both of them sat quietly in the kitchen, drinking hot-something to keep them warm from the cold season.

24th of December -- 10:00 AM

Christmas Eve-- everyone was this close to Christmas. Only several hours left.

However, a certain blue-eyed super rookie didn't feel Christmas-y at all. He still couldn't get over the fact that Mitsui wasn't going to be with him.

Sigh.

Minutes passed.. Then hours.. Still, there was no Mitsui.

'Heck, what the hell am I thinking anyway? He'll never come. It's too impossible.'

24th of December -- 11:47 PM

Ring, ring..

Rukawa woke up to the sound of his phone, ringing inceasantly. He grabbed the mobile device on top of his bedside table and poked whatever there is to poke, just to find the stupid answer button to finally answer the stupid call as to stop the stupid ringing of the stupid phone. Sheesh. What kind of crazed idiot would call him a time like that?

"Hello?"

"Kaede.."

Everything froze for a split second which seemed like eternity. What the fuck? He couldn't believe it.

The voice sounded so familiar..

.. and the way it uttered his name was just so..

.. perfect.

"Sempai.."

He whispered. And this time, it was for real.

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P/N: Ahehe.. Sumkinda, cliffhanger ne? XD I'll post the final chappie a couple o' days before Christmas itself XD