Calliope Medina Erato: thank you for not seeing this as a Mary Sue, though I'm pretty sure it's not a Mary Sue, because if it was, she'd be a millionaire, model, most beautiful, intelligent, rich, and talented person in the world, which she's obviously not… but I'm most thankful that you didn't think it was a self-insert either… at first I wasn't really sure if I should use a first person thing because sometimes people just assume it's a self-insert, when it's really not… so I'm really glad about that… hahaha… my family disapproves of working, because they want me to concentrate on my studies…
Coffeemaverick: thank you for liking the chapter! Thank you, thank you, and thank you hehehehe…
Simmic: hmm… yes special meaning… about that… oops… another one I can't elaborate on… why does everything have to be so connected? Hehehehe… ok… all I will say for now is… the symbolism is there because well I wrote it that way in order to provide hints… Karin doesn't know that, BUT if Karin was asked it's because those things had symbolism for she had the chance to contemplate. well about putting in a chapter showing Mitsui's point of view, I would have to start again from the first chapter… because Mitsui deals with different issues than her, if I was to write it of course. it has to be a different style, a little bit alteration in the tone, language, lots of stuff to prepare... basically because i'm not a guy… but if I wrote that chapter on the middle of the story, about now, then the story would end… because then Mitsui will just reveal it all! Hehehehe… he has to keep his mouth closed… I need the tension to build… or there will be no climax, or close to that… hehehe… though I will keep your questions in mind, and so when I will finally start to make things kinda a bit black and white, I'll post a message for you so that I could go back to your questions and answer them… its very good that you have your opinions on their mentality…
Disclaimer: I do not own Slamdunk. I know that. This is just for formalities.. hehe.. Libre naman ang mangarap diba?
Do You See Me?
I turned around the corridor, found you lying on the hard, rough, dry soil, a foot on your forehead, grinding it dirt. I could not bear to see it. I clenched and unclenched my hands repeatedly. I could no longer tolerate this. My reigns snapped. "HEY!" Five faces diverted their attention from you and placed it on me. I let out the breath I did not know I was holding. I looked at you, then at them, who smirked. "Um… um…"
"Missy here is going to report to the principal. Let's go." The guy who stepped on you grinded his shoe into your skull, and as he was retreating, you quickly stood up, grabbed him by the shoulders, rudely turned him to face you, took a hold of his collar, preparing to strike him with your fist.
I let out a gasp. You looked at me, and you were angry, not at me, but at the guy that stood before you. I shook my head over and over again. Don't do it Hisashi. Don't. I could feel your hand strain against your will, you looked at me again, and I shook my head. Don't. You dropped your hand to your side, was about to release his collar when he aimed for your jaw.
You caught him before his fist got too close, and began to crush it with all your might. "Hisashi…" I was scared. Scared that you were becoming what you once were. You pushed him away and he fell to the ground, picked himself up, and made a run for it.
I didn't move from my spot. You were still angry. You hung your head low, your hand still clenched, your breathing uneven. You had to cool off. You pushed your bangs off your face, and gave a small smile. I started to approach you as if I was approaching you for the first time. But soon I regained confidence, and so I walked with a bit more trust with each stride.
I saw your wounds, but you made it seem you did not have so. I offered to go with you to the clinic, but you refused me, reassured me that you were in fact, fine. "I'm invincible remember?" Yes, I remember. I remember you caught flu right after that. You would not have it any other way, so I left you in search of a first aid kit. When I came back, everything still remained, except you being there.
