Disclaimer: I do not own Slamdunk. I know that. This is just for formalities.. hehe.. Libre naman ang mangarap diba?


Calliope Medina Erato: thanks for reviewing, they are close friends, and well the guy's been revealed in chapter 3.

Simmic: thanks again for reviewing… short answer for your question would be, the story goes through a present, past, present, past, pattern, so yeah… there has been I think 3 chapters in the present, including this one… as for the first day of the protagonist.. I would have to say it would be Chapter 1. I do not follow a certain timeline though, because Karin is represented here as a sort of narrator too, but people don't remember every thing that happened in their life, so neither will she, so that's why there's no definite timeline, and as well in telling stories it can't be avoided that we might have left out something, and so we go back again, and those flashbacks sort of simulate that way…


Do You See Me?

Exams start tomorrow. Why does it have to be tomorrow? The reminders I have given you to study have almost become my current obsession. I have placed stick-its in all of your books, notebooks, calculator, to remind you, but it seems to me that they have collected their own generation of dust. The ones located in your locker shows no signs of the presence of DNA - your DNA. Truly, you could care less.

I see you beside my locker waiting and before I could take a step closer you snatched my bag off my shoulders and the books from my hands, tugging at my hand to walk faster, leading me towards my locker. I start to turn it, aligning the arrow with the specific combination, but luck seemed to strike out for as my hands tried to pull it open, the sound of the triumphant click was absent, replaced by the stubborn resistance of an unsuccessful attempt.

I was about to start on my third attempt when everything, books and all, was shoved right back into my unsuspecting arms, and you take on the task of spinning the combination with such agility and accuracy that it instantly became the top score in the category of fastest time in opening my locker.

It surprised me that you knew the combination, but then again, of the ages that it usually took for me to open it, it's no wonder you were able to memorize it, out of the countless times I took agonizingly slow in turning the right combination, it unexpectedly turned into a habit.

"Shit! I'm-" A very fake but serious cough interrupted your train of thought. "I mean, shoot, I'm late for practice." And you're late because… of me? Instead of the usual almost jokingly punch you give to your friends, you ruffle my hair to which my usual reply is, "I'm not a dog!" my head still bowed in embarrassment.

"Besides," Here comes my defence. "Nobody asked you to wait for me, you could've just gone you know." Two rather rough taps came connecting with my back. The grip I had on my books tightened, one strap of my bag coming loose off my shoulder. "You know I'm just joking right?" I arranged my dishevelled hair, re-positioned the strap on my shoulder, and adjusted the books to line up in my arms.

"Well, I am, but I'm not. You know what I mean." With another glance at your wristwatch, "Now I'm really late, Coach Anzai will –" you grabbed your sports bag, flung it to your shoulders and was about to take off when I stuck a stick-it note on your forehead. "Study for tomorrow."

You rip the note off of your forehead, and I could just about picture the word revenge written all over your face when I extinguished the fire by reminding you that you were in fact, late.

You started to run, looking back once, twice, giving me a glance that you'll have to make me pay later when you had the time. You ran as fast as your legs could carry you, or as fast as you could carry your legs, whichever way it may be, as long as you reach the gym.

Torn papers from failed math calculations litter the floor; canisters containing lead slowly run out, the eraser soon to vanish into non-existence. Tapping of the pen has become my new mantra, followed by the crumpling of another unfortunate paper absent-mindedly tossed to the perceived spot of the trashcan, exactly where a pile was forming. Upon seeing that trash occupied every recognizable space around the trashcan but not in it, a sigh of frustration escaped my lips as I laid on my back, an arm on my forehead to block out the light.

The door opened and the mere crumpled papers are now crushed by the weight of a foot and had not wasted any time to throw in a comment. "Whoa, planning to write a novel?" By the sound of the voice, I instantly knew who it was. "Hisashi, what are you doing here?"

You tried as best you could to avoid the pieces of paper scattered around the floor as you made your way to me. "I found out that your aunt would be preparing good food so I stopped by." I opened an eye to give you a look, but was prevented by the blinding white light.

Soon, the steady rhythm of crumpled paper being put to where they truly belonged filled my ears. "Actually I came here to study." I raised myself to my elbows surprised to hear such a statement come directly from you I wish I had seen it. You held out a hand and when I took hold of it, you pulled me up, helping me to sit.

"So, what are we studying first?" The scent of food seeped in from the kitchen. My mouth started to water, and my stomach grumble. Unconsciously I gave in, closing the book I had previously laboured on studying. "Shall we?" You stood by the open door, inviting me. I could not resist.

"I bet I can study longer than you." Is that a challenge, Hisashi. Well, anything to motivate you. "You're on."

A few hours past by, and the signs of weariness began to show. My head felt lighter, my eyes weaker, my lids heavier, my brain becoming emptier or fuller, or just numb from all the information I tried to cram into it. From the corner I could see you read your physics book, but I could take it no longer and I laid my head to rest on my notes. Before my memory left me, I saw the book fall from your grasp, revealing your head sleeping soundly in it's hiding. I too felt my lids fall shut sleep finding its way to me. Truce. Then, there was nothing.


Thank you once again, (I cannot repeat this too many times) for reading my fic. I did notice I'm starting to write longer parts… yey!