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


Calliope Medina Erato: I know… hehehehe… it's one of those times where you really plan something and then it ended up failing… hehehe… well, she is a bit clueless because Mitsui doesn't exactly parade the girl around the whole school, or around her you know… and, with your feeling, stick with it, I think you already know who it is, based on how you said it…hehehe… oh… and with the work thing, it's good that you could still get time to update your fics…

Simmic: perhaps… perhaps not…. Hehehehe… but yes… all in due time… hehehe…


Do You See Me?

Flashback

You were leaning on the door outside the music room, your hands clasped together, your fingers fiddling with each other, your mouth uttering words of silence, and as I approached you, you were still in a trance.

"Waiting for someone?" That had been the magic word. It broke the spell that encased you. But it had a side effect. You blushed, rubbed your hands together as if it was cold. Tried to conjure up an answer with that magic wand of yours. "Be quiet will you." Not quite a comeback. You tried to prevent the coup de tat your body propagated, putting a hand on your pocket, tapping your feet with no beat or rhythm.

"So, you are waiting for somebody." You placed a finger to your mouth, suggesting that I should discontinue the invasion I was doing to you. I reflected the signal back.

Music escaped from the door, seeped out like a fragrance that had been locked out, then it flowed uninterrupted, the door unsuccessful in imprisoning its captive. The notes rose behind, its vibrations penetrating the skin, making it tingle. It was the violin. The invisible lyrics appeared before my eyes, accompanied by the untainted emotion that felt it all. And the voice that spoke of it all, of its song. It was a place that only existed in music, when the musician starts to create, when the instrument gives life, when the music, becomes life itself. Time had stopped.

So that's why you've been staying after school. Basketball practice. That was what you told me.

The air became the music, while the birds sang. The trees danced while every blade of grass swayed to its unending symphony. As the last notes faded, everything settled down, and all was still. Until all that was left, was the echo of music in my ears.

"MITSUI HISASHI IS HERE!" I yelled out, as loud as my lungs could, then made a mad dash for an exit. You almost caught me by the next as I almost missed the corner when the door opened and you stood frozen as I hid safely behind a tree.

You scratched the back of your head, spoke a few words, bowed, and excused yourself. As soon as the door clicked shut, you ran to where I was hiding, chased me all the way until you had no choice but to stop. I arrived home.