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 the review! Yes, being first years kinda not really familiar with everything… plus she ran away… made her seem suspicious.. hehe.

Simmic: the scene happened after the music scene… the music scene was part of the flashback… when Mitsui was grade 5…


Do You See Me?

Flashback

The lights shone as the music began to play, the students began walking in pairs. They entered stepping on a red carpet, accompanied by the stead beat of clapping as a wall of crowd on each side arose, like the red sea parting.

I clapped my hardest as you past by me, and though you didn't spare me a look, your eyes briefly crossed the ground, trying to suppress a smile. Its existence had been short-lived, for in an instant it was gone as you straightened your shoulders, holding your head high.

As soon as this ceremony ended, you were ready to enter junior high, while I would be left behind. It was inevitable.

You went up the stage, accepted your certificate with your right hand, transferred it to your left, and used your right hand to shake the principal's hand. You took center stage, gave a formal bow, and walked back down the stairs, and back to your seat.

I met you in the shade of trees, away from the people exiting the theatre. I was happy though at the same time sad, both overwhelming to an extent that it caused me to uncontrollably blink my eyes, a reflex I always did when I was about to cry. I sniffled, my hand clenched, wiping away the single tear with the back of my hand. Still looking straight ahead, you asked me, "Are you crying?" I turned my head away from yours, letting my hair fall off my shoulder. "No." I bit my lips. "It was the dust." I added.

You were silent. "Why mind the dust now? The dust's everywhere, even when you think it's not there." At first it did not make any sense to me, but after all these years, it perfected yours. I smiled then turned to face you. Thank you. You ruffled my hair like so many times before, times when you could not put into words what you wanted to say. That was your comfort.

A car halted in front of us, it's front seat tinted window sliding down, revealing your mother's face. You ran up to it, exchanged a few words, and as the window slid back up, you ran back to me. The car drove away. "Shall we?" You offered your arm and I accepted it, and we walked through the pavement at a snail's pace, taking in everything, just to make it last.


Yey! Mitsui's approaching junior high…getting older and older...