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


Blissful sin: I'm glad that you're clear with why I wrote going back and forth kinda chapters… I'm also glad you can relate to what's happening, and I do upload often cuase the chapters are short..

Calliope Medina Erato: the girl is from Takeishi junior high, we don't know her, and she's not in the series… but, she is also not the one from the music room, the musician girl mitsui liked didn't work out before he graduated cause apparently the girl was concentrating herself with her music… (deleted scenes) hehehe…and this is before he became a gangster, I'm writing about 2 more from his junior high years cause he changes a bit, and then of course I'll be covering his gangster years as well…

Simmic: yeah, it seems kinda over for him, he wouldn't actually be liked that if he wasn't drunk, but he was, and I think it brought out more emotions than just rejection or betrayal, he could've have been laughing before that, and then start crying after… and yes, the fic moves back and forth not only in primary school and when she was in 2nd year, but up until the time when Mitsui rejoins Shohoku's basketball team… and I will be covering his gangster years, there will be changes with their relationship of course during that time…


Do You See Me?

Ayako? She was slowly sliding down from the wall, finally sitting on the ground in a rather uncomfortable position, her head tilted upwards, her eyes closed, her breathing shallow.

I kneeled down beside her, called her name. I knew she heard me, but responding to my greetings wasn't of concern as of the moment. "I don't feel so good." I could tell. She was a bit pale, and when I placed a hand on her forehead, she was cold, and had cold sweat as well.

"What happened to you?" Still not opening her eyes she told me that she had been fine up until the first period, but by the second, the pain started t prick her. "Did you eat anything?" She replied by saying she had been too lazy to prepare breakfast and so reheated some leftovers. First suspect – food. "Did you do anything else?" When she shook her head I proclaimed the food guilty of all crimes until it is able to prove itself otherwise.

I extended to her my hand, and as she took it, I felt the coldness from them drain the warmth in mine. Hang in there. I hauled her up, wobbling a few times before I was stabilized. We began to walk, but she was getting weaker, her weight settling on my shoulders. Do not pass out. A few steps after that, she did. She slid off from my grip like jelly and as I tried to keep her from falling, my knees buckled down on me and soon I met the ground in a position that was not meant to be, resulting in a sprain in my ankle.

Great. Ayako's unconscious, and my ankle hurts like hell. Plan B. I took my mobile phone from my pocket and dialled your number. Yours better be in silent mode. It rang and you answered it in a hushed tone, a few coughs echoing in the background. What kind of cover is that? I could hear the teachers voice but he was probably talking with the blackboard. "Make it quick." As you wish. "Ayako's" The connection was cut off. I guess you were caught.

I placed the phone down the concrete floor and dialled Miyagi's number instead. It vibrated. "Where?" I mentioned the drinking fountain near the first years. The connection was cut off again. I could only hope it got through you. For now, I only have to wait.

I was fanning Ayako when you arrived. You waited for me to stand when I remained seated and it was then you noticed a finger pointing at my ankle. "Is it too painful?" Of course it is. But of course, you meant if I could still wait. "Go." It's clear who was in worse condition. That had not bee me. "I'll be right back." You picked up Ayako with ease and sped along the corridor.

Right. He'll be back. Meanwhile, I need a distraction. But you arrived. That was fast – too fast. "I met Miyagi so he took Ayako." You kneeled down while I reached out with my right hand. One glance, and you pulled me right up. "Ow…" You laid my right arm across your shoulder, and another hand went to around my waist. We started to walk. I tried not to blush at the close proximity. Think of the pain! You were proving to be more of a distraction that my current condition.

"You always do more than what you can do. That's why you get hurt." Do I? I do. Yeah. That's why I get hurt. The walk seemed short, and while you kept a straight face the entire time, I was embarrassing.

Ayako was nowhere in sight. Miyagi appeared and revealed that Ayako was sent to the hospital for potential food poisoning. The suspect was guilty after all. The case is solved. The court, adjourned.

The nurse placed some cold compress on my swollen ankle, and soon it numbed the pain. I wished I could put ice in my heard, to numb it, so I wouldn't be hurt. So I wouldn't feel the hurt. So I could avoid the hurt. So I could ignore it. So I could pretend it didn't hurt. So I could run away. So I wouldn't have to care. So I could forget for even just a moment.