Vanilla-chan's note:

I've recently started to like Malice Mizer. I don't know. I think it's the whole "gothic" kind of feel I get. I just love the whole piano, violin, and all the other instruments used. It's just... freakin sweet. XD Still Diru kicks more ass though. I've recently seen Inuyasha 4th movie. Eh... the third one was the best. Speaking of anime movies, I cannot WAIT till I see the movie for Prince of Tennis. I like sports anime, which is sort of amazing since I'm not the most athletic person (I'm a dancer), but I enjoy watching. Hence, I love Slam Dunk. Anyways, 'nuff bout me. Enjoy! Please R&R!

Disclaimer: Slam Dunk is copyrighted by Takhikou Inoue. The original characters in this story are mine. This is purely fan fiction. 'Nuff said.

4. Word Vomit

This is really sad. I'm getting all giddy. Shit. This isn't like me. Okay.. It's just your father that you haven't met for eight years. I looked in the mirror. The usually flushed face, the glazed eyes, the heavy makeup was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a lady in black smiled timidly at me.

Ding dong

Crap. He's here. "Yes?" I saw a gentle figure behind the glass door. "Nanae-san? I'm here to take you." With trembling hands, I hastily grabbed the doorknob. A choked whisper escaped my throat. "Otou-san..." I opened the door. There he was. In all of his magnificently blue glory, complete with a matching hat. What the &$#&. "Hello, I'm the driver for the family." He stood waiting for me with a stupid grin plastered across his face.

"Oh."

Was all that I could say.

-The night before-

"Na-chan! Don't leave me! Takeru will eat me alive!" Hikaru clung on to my back. "Haha, yea. Nana, I can't believe that you're leaving us. I mean, c'mon. We're friends since kindergarten! Love'em and leave'em... huh?" Takeru sighed. "Yea, well it can't be helped..." I looked away. Yea.. Well I didn't expect this either. He was dead to me for eight years. And now, he wants me to live with him. Life's cruel, eh? But it was dad. I missed him. That was more then enough reason.

"Well, tonight we party! But remember, this isn't a farewell party, you HAVE to keep in touch." Hikaru smiled up at me. I softened my expressions. "Yup, tonight we party." God knows when I can come home at 4 in the morning dead drunk after day after tomorrow. I'll have to stay sober tomorrow night. So party with all of my old pals. That's not so bad. Heh.

Or so I thought. Those damn bastards. "Hehe, sorry Nana-chan... but me and Takeru's going to head out first. Well, still.. Remember, keep in touch!" With that, she left in his car. Probably hitting up a damn hotel. Well, isn't this pleasant. Two guys that I hardly know and me. Where did Hikaru get these punks from? Still, a drinking buddy is needed. Drinking alone just looks pathetic. Just because I feel it, doesn't mean I have to be it.

hic Damn. Where am I? I looked up. The convenience store? What? Those guys were still with me. Oh yea. Now I remember. Those jackasses got us kicked out, and we were just drinking around and ended up here. "Your name is Nana, hic right? Tell me, hic are you as good hic as Hikaru?" Crap. He's drunk. He leaned in closer. I can't move. Shit. This is bad.

I squirmed. The streetlights were on. It's not dawn yet. Isn't there someone who can help me? All the passers-by scurried away. Can't mix with the wrong kind, huh. Where's the other guy? Great. Vomiting on the side of the wall. Wow. That's just perfect now, isn't it. Isn't there anyone that can take these two shitheads on?

Ding

The convenience store's door opened, and someone stepped out. Holy crap. He's huge. "Hey! Yea, YOU! Help!" The tall boy walked on by without so much as a glance under his raven bangs. What the... I was ignored. I grabbed my right heel. It flew.

Bam

Bulls eye. Right at the back of his head. 3 years of junior-league softball wasn't a waste now, wasn't it, okaa-san? "Hey, didn't you hear me!" He turned. I looked up. Maybe I did have a bit too much to drink. He walked this way. Phew. Finally. Help has come. I relaxed. Okay, anytime now.

Bam

My 3 inch heel connected with my face. As it peeled itself off from the help of gravity, I looked up. The raven haired boy looked back at me. Without a change in his expression, he turned on his heels and started walking away. What the &$#& just happened? I blinked. Thankfully it was the flat side of the heel that hit me. No cuts or bruises. Heh, I wasn't that considerate to him though.

"Rukawa, that's no way to treat a lady." Another guy. Another giant. Another retard? Hope not. This one was smiling. I didn't like it. That "Rukawa" guy just looked. No change of expression. He started walking away. "See you at the games, then." The smiling boy took awhile to notice my situation. When he did though, woah. Within three minutes, I was on my feet, away from the punks, being supported by him.

He sat me down on a bench under a streetlight. "Are you okay?" At first I thought he was considerate. I thought he was kind. I thought he was caring. And I must say, I didn't dislike it. No one really asked me these sort of questions. But after about the fifth one, I snapped. Maybe it was the shitload of drinks that I had gulped down. Word vomit. "You're not my mom. So shut the &$#& up." He blinked. He smiled. "You're right. I'm not, but is that a way treat your savior?" "I didn't ask you too." He was still smiling. "You were thinking of it." Great. A smart ass. Incoming. Another word vomit. Oh wait. A real one. Well, at least he finally lost that stinking smile for a moment. Heh.

Vanilla-chan's note:

Okay... so maybe it's unlikely that Rukawa and Sendoh will be in the same area in the middle of the night. Well, not highly likely anyway. But, hey! Bear with me. XD Okay. So finally some interaction with the boys. kehehehe I read all the mangas and most of the anime (still seeing), but I'm not sure if I'm doing a good job of interpreting their persona. So, if you think that they were OoC, then please make a comment. And even if they weren't, write me a review telling me what you like/don't like so far. Arigato!