Vanilla-chan's note:
Hello again! I'm kind of taking this plot thing a bit slow. There is one, don't worry. I just want to warm up to it a bit. I wrote this chapter listening to Miyavi! XD AHH I LOVE jrock and vk bands... my favorite will ALWAYS be Gackt. He's just freaking awesome. Miyavi's pretty sweet too. Dir En Grey kicks some major ass though. Umm.. Yea so anyway, back to the fic, hehe please tell me what you think by reviewing! Arigatou!
Disclaimer: Slam Dunk is copyrighted by Takhikou Inoue. The original characters in this story are mine. This is purely fan fiction. 'Nuff said.
2. Heels
Clank I shifted. She must be home. The familiar clanking of her heels on the cold surface of the doorway signaled her entrance. Shit. It must mean it's past noon. I frowned. Maybe I did have a bit too much to drink. I silently cursed myself for letting myself go and forget school. Usually, I would've left home at least by the start of second period, but now, it was past lunch.
Click My bedroom door creaked as it revealed a figure. I cringed. "EDOGAWA NANAE!" Here it comes. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU!" I shifted yet again and delved deeper under the pillow. Silence. I peered up. She was crying. I sat up. She sat on my bed and looked into my eyes. "Please, Nana, you have to be good. Go to school. DON'T do what I do. How would your father up in heaven think?" My brows furrowed further. Not that again. "I was about to leave right now, I just didn't feel well." She studied me. Smiling she replied, "Alright sweetie. I shouldn't hold you up then." With that, she left, closing the door behind her.
School. Bunch of kids with supposed purposes in life holed up together. Sorry, but not my cup of tea. People that have heard of me, but haven't met me usually assumes that I'm one of those group of kids cramped at the back of the room. The ones that fly paper airplanes at their teachers, just to snicker and giggle. Over my dead fricken body. Those immature antics are not even worth my time. The teachers don't even acknowledge my kind as they do to those "trouble makers" at the back of the room.
With that being said, my existence at school was quiet. No one talked to me, and in turn I returned the favor of not soiling their perfect lives by reminding them of people like me. Their mommies wouldn't let them talk to me anyway. Hah. After about three hours since my arrival to the classroom, school had ended. "Nana-chan!" Hikaru jumped at my back, followed by Takeru's laughter as I tumbled over.
"Ne, Nana-chan, let's go somewhere different tonight. I'm bored with the police always busting us at the usual place. Ah, life sucks." Takeru halted, gave us a serious look as he attempted to look like our home room teacher. "Children, life is like a car. You can't change what happens in life, you're only tagging along for the ride." Hikaru stopped to look at Takeru in disbelief as I bursted out laughing at the seriously impressive imitation that he just did. "Well, I haven't been ridden in a while." Hikaru pointed out sighing. I only laughed further at that as Takeru proceeded to attack her while screaming that it'd be his pleasure.
"Well, thanks Takeru like always. Hikaru, call me up later. See you." After seeing those two drive away, I walked up to my doorstep. Something was different. The red car was gone. It was only five. She should still be sleeping. I walked up the steps and opened the door. "Mom?" Silence. "Mom!" I checked my room, her room, kitchen, everywhere. Gone. She was nowhere to be found. I entered her room once again. Her belongings were scattered everywhere. Her clothes, gone. Her makeup, gone. It was all gone. I laughed and went back outside in to the living room.
It's alright. It was one of her frequent trips. The ones that she'd take without any notice. Probably with uncle Kenji again. I wonder where they went this time. How long were they staying? Two weeks, like last time? She wasn't gone gone Good. I wasn't worried. I just continued on with what I usually did. I didn't put much thought on it. She would call me up in about two days, laughing at the other end of the line, saying how sorry she was and that she'd bring me back a souvenir.
But I was wrong.
Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned in to months. Nothing. Not a single call. No more late night dinners. No more scolding. No more makeup to share. Just like that, she was gone. I never again heard the nostalgic clanks of her heels on the cold floor.
Vanilla-chan's note continued:
Okay! Chapter two done. Sorry if it seems a bit slow. I'm trying to hurry it up a bit by bit. I PROMISE you the lucky guy will be introduced in next or the next next one... I picked him and the other guy, just because I think that they'd be able to handle Nana better then most guys. Of course, the methods of dealing with her will be different. hehe I hope the plot isn't too obvious!