Author's Notes: This was made for the SenRu 711 Challenge. This is primarily a spur-of-the-moment fic, so forgive me if 'tis a bit off, or if it's not entirely nice. Hehe…

To Aki-nee, Kim-nee, Ginnie, and the rest of the AXKML, this is for you! Thanks or keeping the SenRu love alive!

Disclaimers: Nope. SD ain't mine.

Like the Alphabet

It hadn't crossed my mind for a long time now that today is the deadline of the outline for a subject of mine. It was, naturally, my fault. Not that I blamed anyone since the beginning. Or maybe I did, though subtly. Perhaps it was one of the things that I hated the most. When I smile at people, they'd think I'm some crackpot mid-aged man who thinks the law of Gravitation doesn't exist in Kanagawa-ken. When I'm not smiling, they'd think I'm sleep-deprived or lemon-deprived. Some even say I'm sex-deprived.

And they say I'm the hentai one.

Hentai-ness starts with thinking someone is, I always say. But I guess they'd never learn.

But, of course, that wasn't my point.

And my point would be, you would ask?

Nothing.

Now tell me I'm a baka. I really deserve it this time.

But for all I care.

"Akira, for Kami's sake, put down the stupid cutter and stop making a monstrosity out of my project!" Koshino screamed at the top of his voice, causing Sendoh to drop the said object. He backed a few steps from Koshino, face suddenly distorting at the sight of a very enraged Hiroaki.

"You know what, 'Kira? If you have problems with Ruru-chan, don't let it out on my masterpiece," he said, gathering what was left of his once-complete project, "But hey man, let me tell you something. If there's one thing I like about both of you, I mean putting aside the fact that you both beat me all the time, is that you seem to fit, in every possible angle I could look at.

"So pal, no probbies. You're like a box, or Yin and Yang. No wonder you're 7 and 11," Koshino paused, standing and he faced Sendoh.

"So lover boy, are you ready to get that guy?"

Sendoh could just smile.

"Hey Sendoh, if you're planning to take too long on that paper of yours and not play with me, I'm going," Rukawa declared, turning around in the process as he picked up his stuff to leave. Sendoh snapped out of his reverie, quickly reaching out to grab Rukawa's wrist. He tried yanking it a few times, but no avail. Rukawa didn't even budge.

"Play. Now. Or I'm going to leave."

Sendoh put down his pen and stood from his seat. To hell with his paper.

Even if it was due at this very moment.

So sue me for being a complete baka, playing basketball and leaving my beloved term paper behind. So what if I'd fail? There's always a next time.

But I knew there was no next time for this.

Perhaps bakas need platonic people, as a box always needed four lines to complete it. The same applies to the Yin and Yang. Without each other, it won't be complete.

And perhaps, I need Rukawa to complete me. Some sort of balance. Like 7 and 11. Both are made of two lines, straight lines. Both are firm. Yet both need the other line to complete themselves.

"Too slow, Sendoh."

I smiled as Rukawa faked a lay-up and did a dunk.

So to hell with my term paper and Rukawa being able to beat me. I was happy.

Being beaten by the 'Yang' wouldn't be so bad, anyway.

Owari.

547 words + 6:36p + 10 July 2005