AUTHOR'S NOTES: Ahoy, mates!!! At last, we come to a close. I thus put an end to this stupidity after four years of toil. When I started this, I was younger than these boys I am writing about; now, as I finish, I am older than any of them. At the course of this fic, I have lost and gained and I have no regrets in how it turned out. I have grown with Slam Dunk, however, and the end of this piece of writing does not mean that I have ceased to love these two boys. There are more than a thousand more stories to write about them, more than a thousand more ways to tell about their love.

At this point, I would like to thank the people who put up with my insanity: my sister Puying, my best friends Jo-chan and Chechecat, my neighbors who hear my outbursts. I thank those who reviewed, for the encouragement to continue and finish this fic. Most of all, I thank you, dear reader, for faithfully standing by this fic even when the chapters took too long to write.

With that, I bring you the last chapter of "Rukawa's Revenge". Bon appetit.


Finale: Last Two Minutes!

By Kumagoro Meowzaki


Sakuragi sulked off to the lockers, bowing briefly to Anzai-sensei as he passed. Rukawa never failed to piss him off. His condescending glares, his arrogant remarks...man, was he born to annoy everybody. No wonder he doesn't have friends. Ch. Haruko would—AAAAHHHHH!!!!! He fell flat on his face on the cold, hard floor, six feet from the gym door.

"TEMEEE, KITSUNE!" As always, it had to be poor Rukawa's fault, even though in reality, it had been his untied shoelaces that caused him to fall. He cursed as he knelt to repair the problem. If I wasn't thinking about him--

"I'm leaving tomorrow."

Huh? There was no mistaking it; that cold monotone had only one owner. His Automatic Conversation Filters instantly perked, but nothing came afterwards except the sharp swish of the ball going into the ring. But he had heard it alright; RUKAWA WAS LEAVING.

He was supposed to be laughing victoriously within three seconds of hearing it, but he just knelt there frozen, feeling utterly strange. An enormous stream of Rukawa-quotes—most of which were different variations of "stupid" in Japanese monotone—rushed like Hun-Hun Defense in superspeed in his head.

"Gah!" Thought waterfalls were always unbearable for Sakuragi. Worse, they were not easily gotten rid of. He banged his head on the tiles, one, two, three times.

"Oi, Sakuragi."

Sakuragi looked up and found Mitsui standing over him, giving him one of those weird stares. "What do you want?" he snapped.

Mitsui's eyebrows shot up. He heards the loud ban-ban of the ball bouncing on wood and, craning his head to look, saw the cause of Sakuragi's PMS at the court. "Rukawa's still there."

Sakuragi stood up. "Yeah. He's enjoying the gym for the last time."

"What do you mean?"

Sakuragi leaned towards Mitsui to whisper what he had heard. With each word, Mitsui's eyes widened a millimeter, and when Sakuragi finished, he gasped. "You're kidding, right? He can't go to America yet!"

Like a doctor after a failed life-saving surgery, Sakuragi shook his head.

"But—I mean—he—" Mitsui stuttered in disbelief. This went on for a couple of seconds and then he grabbed Sakuragi's arm. "This is serious," he said in the most serious way possible.

Sakuragi nodded.

Mitsui blinked. "But Sakuragi..." There was an emphatic pause as Mitsui stared at the freshman's scowling face. "You don't sound too happy. Don't tell me..."

Sakuragi blinked.

"You're gonna miss him aren't you?" Mitsui grinned like a hundred Cheshire cats as Sakuragi sputtered and mock-choked before him. "Don't worry, I won't tell Rukawa. Come on, we gotta go."

The fake gags stopped. "Huh? Where are we going? And where are Ryochin and Megane-kun?"

"Too many question marks! Kogure's got a date with Akagi. Captain seemed jealous we're stealing his boyfriend too much. Miyagi has an exam tomorrow."

"Like he cared."

"Apparently, Ayako's tutoring him. He was gushing about it in the locker room. As if I'd believe him."

"I don't believe it either."


Aida Hikoichi sprinted as fast as he could to the gym, where he knew Sendoh still was. He had been on his way out when he met two people who had a message for Ryonan's ace player. Some mnths ago, he remembered passing a cards to Sendoh; this new message might be related. Or not, but he figured it was just as interesting.

He paused outside the gym, taking in a couple of breaths before opening the door.

"Se—huh?"

The gym was empty save for two members of the baseball team making out in one dark corner of the bleachers. Resisting the temptation of BIG NEWS, Hikoichi called out, "Hey, have you seen Sendoh?"

One of them broke off and yelled, "Lockers!"

"Thanks!" Hikoichi ran off, making a mental note to come back after giving Sendoh the message. There was nothing more interesting than gay members of the baseball team. He promised himself to pass this scoop to his baseball team correspondent later. "Sendoh!"

Sendoh was on his way out, gym bag slung over his shoulders. "Yo."

"Someone's—here—to see—you," Hikoichi breathed out. "Waiting—at the—gate."

"OK." Sendoh stepped forward, but Hikoichi ushered him the other way.

"You—wouldn't want to see what's—in the gym."

Sendoh, much bewildered, took another exit. He waved goodbye to the panting Hikoichi and walked towards the school entrance where he saw the unmistakable red that was Sakuragi and his companion, Mitsui. He sighed. Gotta tell them I'm backing out of Rukawa's game.

Nevertheless, it was with a bright smile that he greeted the two. "Yo, Mitsui, Sakuragi. What's up?"

Without so much as a "Hello," Sakuragi said, "Rukawa's going to America. Tomorrow."

"You dolt! You weren't supposed to say that yet!" Mitsui hit the back of Sakuragi's head with his bag. "And no, Sendoh, that was not a joke," he said, instantly clamping Sendoh's half-open mouth shut. He sighed. "So what are you gonna do about it?"

Sendoh shrugged. "He can do what he wants, go to hell, I don't really care."

"You don't mean that, you just got into a fight with him. And it doesn't matter how we know." Sendoh's mouth clamped shut again. "That's why he's leaving, because of that fight," Mitsui continued.

The coward, Sendoh couldn't help thinking. He took a deep breath. "Really, I don't care. I have to get going, we have a game tomorrow. Ja!"

"You like him."

Sendoh stopped dead in his tracks, like he'd been shot with a nuke bullet. Bang!

Mitsui smirked that oh-so-sexy smirk of his. "You like Rukawa. That's why you played with him. That's why you're a little pissed now, even though it doesn't show."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"You didn't want him to go, did you? You wanted to beat him so he wouldn't go," Sakuragi said in a rare display of intelligence. He looked so serious, the red hair seemed so out of place.

Sendoh's fist involuntarily clenched. His head was teeming with information. Desperately, he thought of something to say to fend off that nuclear barrage of thought. "I don't have that kind of hobby," he said bluntly, with his back still facing the two. He made to leave again, hand in pocket, looking as calm as he did before this conversation.

"Rukawa likes you too."

This time, it wasn't a bullet. It came like an extra helping of a nuke bomb, completely eradicating everything previously said. And after the blast came a moment of clarity...and then chaos again. He managed to blurt out, "That's enough," before walking away.

"That was cold," Sakuragi said. "Didn't go as planned. What happens now?"

Mitsui shrugged, clearly a little frustrated. "I don't know. Our work here is done."

"I wanted to say that."

Mitsui put his arm around Sakuragi's shoulder. "Dude, you are so nice to Rukawa, you know that?" he teased. Doing an almost perfect impersonation of Sakuragi , he said. "'You didn't want him to go.' Haha! You'd win an award."

"Shut up."


Of all the times, why now? thought Mitsui as he put down the phone. As luck would have it, both Kogure and Miyagi were "unavailable" at the moment. "Kogure, DAMMIT! He's ALWAYS available!" Slightly annoyed, threw himself on the bed.

He should be happy right now. He should be damn celebrating because his theory had just been proven, even though neither of his guinea pigs were even aware of it. On the other hand, his matchmaking plan went awry, premature like one of his three-pointer attempt when he was annoyed or pressured. Gone were the elaborate schemes just like

"THAT." Mitsui kissed his grand matchmaking plan goodbye. [Author wishes he kissed her instead, but no chance at all.

He rolled on the bed, like egg for maki, left, right, left. "Crap. Crap. Crap," went the mantra in his head. He was at a loss what to do next. He could hear his mother's preparations for dinner, the heavenly smell of food wafting up to his bedroom, distracting him from his thought.

It was impossible to talk Rukawa out of his plans for departure. He had tried to persuade Sendoh to try and convince Rukawa to postpone again, as he did last time, but to no avail. He had done work planting the idea in Sendoh's head, though. All that is left to do is wait for it to simmer.

But Mitsui did not like waiting. Always, the man of action, he was not one to sit around and watch the seconds tick by. It had been the reason his injuries injuries were aggravated, which led to his non-participation in the elimination games in his first year and eventually, his joining Tetsuo. This time however, he was forced to do exactly what he didn't like. It was not a matter he could easily act on. Too much meddling causes disaster.

What was too much meddling anyway? Grinning at the idea, he picked up the phone and dialed Rukawa's number.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

"The hell?! Not even an answering machine!"


That evening, Sakuragi Hanamichi skipped dinner. He went straight to his room and crashed on the bed, uniform and all.

Why did he feel so depressed? Rukawa was leaving, probably for good. That should be a good thing, since there was nothing in his way to Haruko's heart. Even if she continues to waste saliva on Rukawa, the fact remained that she had no chance in hell of being noticed by him unless she had a penis and she was Sendoh Akira.

He wished he had been a tad bit nicer to Rukawa. If only he had known earlier, much earlier, about Rukawa's feelings for Sendoh, he probably would have treated him better. Or not, but as everybody said, he was the closest thing Rukawa had to a friend, which explains why Rukawa asked him for help in the first place.

Although Sakuragi hesitated to admit it, Rukawa was not a total jerk. He was nice enough to teach him lay-ups, even though THAT had ended in a disaster. He gave him tips during games, encouraged him and even passed the ball to him sometimes. Of course, he's a genius, duh, everyone passed to him. Well, no. Well...whatever.

The point was, he's going to miss Rukawa. He was going to miss the Freestyle Fighting Matches, the teasing, the name-calling. Especially the name-calling. Insults really sounded cool when Rukawa said them, even he had to admit that. With Rukawa gone, games and drills would be a little less fun. Of course, no one else had to know, especially Mitsui.

Now where did 'condescending', 'arrogant' and 'irritating' go?


Uoy sekil Awakur.

Likes you Rukawa.

Awakur uoy sekil.

You Rukawa likes.

Sendoh flipped the statement over and over in his mind, but it still didn't make sense. Back, front, left, right, vertical, horizontal...it just kept getting crazier and crazier.

Mitsui had said both the one thing Sendoh did not want to hear and the one thing he really wanted to hear. Sendoh did not expect them to come the way they did, but they did anyway. He found them really weird. I mean, come on, who would think that two of the biggest high school basketball stars in Kanagawa were actually in love with each other?

Just you and me, of course.

Rukawa, for example. He was the ultimate rival, always hostile, cold, and unfeeling, that's why it had been OK to annoy him. Their rivalry was solid excuse for the brief and occasional WAFF Sendoh had for him. WAFF only lived inside his head until that moment Mitsui released it into the atmosphere like a bad fart and permeated everything they'd gone through.

When did Rukawa start liking him? He, on the other hand, got interested in Rukawa when they played against each other. From that first practice game with Shohoku, Rukawa held his gaze. He was one of the few people he truly enjoyed playing with. Rukawa had skill and ambition in great amounts, and Sendoh felt threatened at first because Rukawa was really determined to be the best in his craft. That determination was what spurred Sendoh to match him, which drove Rukawa to up his level, and so on.

So when he heard that Rukawa was leaving for America (from the only source of gossip, Hikoichi), he was quite disappointed. He challenged Rukawa to a one-on-one just to be able to play ith him one last time. He never expected Rukawa to cancel his trip shortly after that friendly—for lack of a better term—game. When Rukawa's challenged came, Sendoh decided he'd never let Rukawa leave that easily.

That's when the WAFF started.

The challenge was an opportunity to know Rukawa outside the confines of the basketball court. It was cool, learning things about Rukawa few other mortals knew. And by few other mortals, he meant Mitsui, Miyagi, Kogure, and Sakuragi. And possibly Rukawa's parents. He could sell the information to Rukawa's fangirls and be a rich man. And with each task, he became even more fascinated and amused with Rukawa.

In the simplest, girliest terms the author's shit brain could come up with, he found Rukawa cute. And that was the gap in his logic. Nobody ever found Rukawa cute. He was th King of Cool and even had a song about his coolness, but not cute.

Sendoh sighed. He had to admit defeat. Mitsui was damn right; he liked Rukawa to the point it was cheesily unbearable to think about. But the boy was leaving—again—and there was nothing to be done.

For hopefully the last time, Sendoh replayed ten select memorable scenes with Rukawa. Memorable, meaning cheesy.

Learning to ride a bike from Rukawa and getting floored with his X-Games magic.

Eating ice cream at the mall.

Sharing fries.

Sneaking into Rukawa's house and watching him sleep.

Discovering Rukawa's sensitive ears.

Lending Rukawa clothes.

Hugging Rukawa in his sleep.

Letting Rukawa sleep on his leg, ouch.

Kissing Rukawa.

Kissing Rukawa part two, smirk.

Kissing Ru—wait, there's no part three. Maybe no more. Ever.

An evil Rukawa with dark eye makeup and black cape cackled in his head.


Tuesday. Seven in the morning.

Point A. Rukawa Kaede locks the gate and makes for the bus station.

Point B. A disguised Mitsui Hisashi snatches and KO's Kogure Kiminobu right from Akagi T.'s side.

Point C. Sakuragi Hanamichi and Miyagi Ryota take a "shortcut" from Sakuragi's house.

Point D. Sendoh Akira makes a wrong turn on the way to school and takes the wrong bus.

Seven ten.

Point A. Rukawa wakes up at the wrong bus station. Falls asleep again.

Point B. Mitsui and the unconscious Kogure arrive at the north end of Rukawa's street.

Point C. Sakuragi and Miyagi "accidentally" arrive at the south end of Rukawa's street.

Point D. Sendoh gets off the (wrong) bus and finds himself some distance west of Rukawa's house.

Seven twelve.

Point A. Rukawa arrives at the train station.

Points, B, C and D intersect at Rukawa's house and find it locked.

"What are you doing here?" asked Sendoh, Mitsui, Miyagi and Sakuragi.

"Just passing by," answered Sendoh, Mitsui, Miyagi and Sakuragi.

"He's left," Mitsui said. Sendoh, Sakuragi, and he looked up and saw Superman but ignored him. He wasn't a plane anyway.

Miyagi finally realizes part of what's going on and groans, "Oh, man, not another Rukawa scheme!"


He was early. Early by twenty-eight minutes precisely. It was what people did when they were excited, but it was stupid. Because sooner or later, they get bored waiting.

Rukawa was exactly that. Bored as hell, standing on the exact same spot (give or take 3mm either side) for what seemed like the longest time. So bored he wanted to stand at the very edge of the platform just because.

Two trains had already passed in either direction and his patience was wearing thin. The old lady with the disturbing pink bookbag who arrived three and a half minutes after he did immediately boarded the first train. So did the four high school girls stealing heart-shaped glances at him for the past four minutes. And the middle-aged businessman who licked his lips at the sight of Rukawa's crotch. And the little girl who gave him the finger. They've all gone, leaving Rukawa bored to death.

Oh, but wait! There WAS something he could do! Why didn't he think of it sooner? Sleep was always a good way to kill time. One could never be too tall. Plus, it was easy, easier than standing at the edge of the platform and trying to see if the train would squish him is he didn't step back in time.

His eyes were at half-mast when suddenly a train came roaring in at the other side. No problem. The beauty of sleeping was it was resumable.

OK, take two.


It was the stupidest idea they had, but in their panic they forgot how stupid it really was. By the time they realized it, they were already on the train, dragging the unconscious Kogure and the partly-unwilling Miyagi.

"Who was the idiot who thought of checking all the stations for Rukawa anyway?" Miyagi asked, irritated.

All fingers pointed to Kogure on the floor with his glasses askew.

"Right."

Two, three, four stations...still no sign of Rukawa. They were all thinking that waiting at the airport was much, much less stupid. Miyagi clicked his tongue when they didn't find Rukawa at the fifth. "Shit, we're going to be late for school! I have an exam, you know!" Short as he was, Miyagi was still rather formidable when angered, and the other passengers inched away from him.

As the train rolled into the next station, Miyagi sighed and accidentally looked at the opposite platform, where he was a dark head, Shohoku jacket—

"Rukawa!"

FLASH! Into the rolling morning, five passengers ran out of the train, one of them unconscious.


Sendoh mentally made an oath to visit a temple later.

They were running to catch the slimmest chance of facing Rukawa one last time. For Sendoh, to say what he needed to be said. For everyone else, to hear what he had to say.

In a blur, they were at the platform. Sendoh frantically searched for that all-too-familiar figure. Come on, where are you?

Kogure stirred a litte. Mitsui, who was half-carrying him, made no attempt to knock him out again. He placed Kogure on the floor and let him regain his senses. "Wha—huh?" Kogure uttered as he opened his eyes. He blinked once, twice, trying to figure out where he was.

"There!"

"Huh?"

And poor Kogure, still in the middle of becoming conscious, was again dragged. What's going on? he thought, swirly-eyed.

Sendoh was running at the lead, the thoughts in his head were chaotic to say the least. There was only one clear thought there: get to Rukawa. He wasn't even aware of how violently he pushed the other people in his way. In Sendoh's version of Super Vision, there was only that tall figure near the edge of the platform. He could see the back of his head and the name of his school on the back of his jacket. He was ten feet from him...eight...six...five...four...

He stopped and stood right behind the boy he had been trying to catch. For a moment, he wondered what he was doing there. Behind him, he heard the footsteps of the Shohoku players stop; around them, the people had formed a semi-circle of spectators who did not know what exactly they were about to witness.

"Hey, Rukawa," Sendoh began. "You don't have to turn around. Just...just listen."

Mitsui's fingers crossed. Sakuragi's breath hitched. Miyagi considered asking Ayako to dinner. Kogure blinked. The semi-circle tightened.

"Just stay there," Sendoh said, heaving a deep breath. "Yeah, I want you to stay. It's unfair, the way you're leaving. I want to play basketball with you again. So don't go."

Rukawa moved slightly.

"But," Sendoh continued. Rukawa stood still. "That's not the only reason I want you to stay." The crowd drew even closer. "I don't want you to go because..."

Sendoh stepped forward and suddenly wrapped his arms around Rukawa. The crowd gasped.

"Because I like you, Ruka—EH?!"

"EH?!"

"EH?!"

"EH?!"

"EH?!"

"EH?!" x 35

Rukawa's head rolled backwards, landing on Sendoh's shoulder, revealing to all present his beautiful sleeping face complete with Z-snores floating lazily out of his mouth.

Before anyone could recover from the shock, Sakuragi was first to offer his help. ""TEMEEE KITSUNEEE!!!" was the battle cry before the coup de grace, a special helping of the Sakuragi Super Headbutt.

Rukawa's eyes flew open. "What the—?" He looked down at his chest and saw familiar arms around his torso. He blunked.

"You were sleeping all along?" Sendoh asked, slightly amazed, still holding Rukawa.

"What's going on? Let go, ahou," Rukawa said, struggling for freedom. Sendoh held fast

"No way," Sendoh said firmly, with a microscopic hint of pleading in his voice. "I'll pay back the cost of your plane ticket. I'm not gonna let you go to America—"

"Who said I was going to America?"

"Who said he was going to America?" the fully-conscious Kogure asked at the same time Rukawa did. He blinked. Mitsui, Miyagi, Sakuragi and Sendoh turned to him, Sendoh still with his arms around Rukawa. "He's just going to Okinawa."

"EH?!" cried Mitsui, Miyagi, Sakuragi and Sendoh. The crowd, still watching, echoed, "EH?!" x 35. Well, 34, since one went to the toilet.

"Just Okinawa?"

"Why the hell didn't you tell us sooner, Kogure?"

"Well, somebody had the great idea of keeping me unconscious," he said, throwing a meaningful glare at Mitsui, who avoided his eyes and whistled. "Anyway, I only found out this morning myself, when Akagi told me Rukawa's going to a freshmen training camp in Okinawa under Coach Anzai's friend. He'll be there for three weeks."

"Just three weeks?"

"Training camp for freshmen? Why wasn't I invited?"

"Do'ahou."

"GYAAAAHHH!"

"Just yesterday, you were all touchy-feely about Rukawa, Sakuragi."

"I was not!"

"Shit, you brought me here for nothing? I have an exam, dammit!"

"Shut up, Miyagi, there's something else we're here for."

All turned to Sendoh, who was so shocked he still refused to let go of Rukawa. "So.. you're not going to America."

"Not yet."

"You're coming back after three weeks?"

Rukawa nodded.

In his great joy anf relief, Sendoh turned Rukawa to face him and kissed him then and there, with the people watching. The crowd, led by the Shohoku boys, cheered and applauded.

Oh, but Rukawa, instincts kicking in, slapped Sendoh's forehead. "What was that for, you shit?"

Sendoh rubbed his forehead and smiled. "Well, you were sleeping while I was telling you I like you."

Rukawa froze. He stood there in disbelief, feeling something warm and fuzzy creep up his spine. He resisted the urge to pinch himself to check if this was some crazy dream or something. He felt the kiss, that's for sure.

Then came his great Hallelujah moment, and the choirs of angels broke into song.

"I like you very much even though you're a cold jerk or whatever Sakuragi thinks you are. I like you, Rukawa. Just as you are."

Wait, from what movie was that line again? Harry Potter? Lord of the Rings? "Bridget Jones's Diary!" someone from the crowd shouted. Oh yeah, that's the one. Cookie for you!

Then a train came in and Rukawa picked up his two bags. "Who says I like you too?" he snorted in his coldest voice. "Do'ahou."

The train doors opened. The crowd gave a universal groan. Sendoh looked utterly stunned and humiliated. Mitsui and Kogure did fish imitations. Only Sakuragi and Miyagi understood the feeling of rejection and the shook their heads.

Rukawa snorted. "Just playing," he said in the same monotone, holding up a peace sign with his face in the same blank expression.

The crowd cheered again. Sendoh's grin could span a whole basketball court. "So I'll see you when you get back."

"Hm," Rukawa answered, turning towards the train. "Bye," he said waving at them.

Sakuragi remembered something. "WAIT!" He ran towards Rukawa, taking a small wallet-sized photograph from his bag.

"What, are you gonna say you like me too? Too late."

"Shut up." Sakuragi handed the photo to Rukawa and grinned mischievously. "Something to remember Sendoh by, while you're training."

Rukawa could feel a blush starting. He looked at the picture; it was of Sendoh during the cookie task. He was wearing the absurdly pink tutu and was handing out a box of cookies to a kid. Somewhere to the right, he saw himself wearing a pastel version of the tutu, He was surrounded by girls, but Sakuragi had captured the brief moment he was stealing a glance at Sendoh.

He almost smiled, but a snort came instead. "Do'ahou."

"You're supposed to say 'Thank you', ingrate."

The whistle blew to signal the last call for passengers. Rukawa put the picture in his jacket pocket and waved for the last time. He stepped into the train, but turned around to face them. "Sendoh."

"Hm?"

"Me too."

Sendoh smiled. "I know."

Rukawa smirked as the doors closed.


EPILOGUE: ONE MONTH LATER

This was the moment Akagi Haruko had been preparing for. That day, she decided to finally confess her feelings for Rukawa, who had returned from Okinawa one week ago. The speech she had covertly formulated in class instead of listening to the teacher was flawless; it was sure to melt Rukawa's heart.

She giggled at the thought.

She saw Rukawa at the school gate, his bike absent. He was so tall, and the way the setting sun lit his face made him more handsome than ever, like one of those knights in the English fairy tales. And she...she was a princess.

She giggled at the thought.

"Rukawa-kun!" she called. Rukawa turned and her heart skipped a beat. She ran towards him, a smile ready as always. "Hi!"

Rukawa snorted in acknowledgment.

Haruko blushed. She was actually standing beside the love of her life, alone, with the sunset as their background. Not that Rukawa knew it yet. Or did he? Anyway, she was about to tell him. "Anou...I have something to say." She fidgeted.

Rukawa watched her. She looked up at him from under her lashes. "The thing is, I—"

"Rukawa!"

Haruko, slightly put off, looked for the source of the voice. "Sendoh-san?"

Sendoh jogged towards Rukawa and Haruko. "Yo."

Rukawa snorted.

What's Sendoh doing in Shohoku? Haruko wished he'd go away so she could resume her confession. Sendoh noticed her standing beside Rukawa. "Hello! You're Captain Akagi's sister, right?" He held out a hand. "Sendoh Akira, Ryonan."

Haruko shook the proffered hand and smiled politely. "Akagi Haruko. Nice to meet—" she stopped abruptly as she accidentally cast he gaze at Sendoh's other hand, and to her endless horror, found it holding Rukawa's!

OH MY GOD.

She froze on the sopte, unable to move or speak. Sendoh was still smiling at her and Rukawa still had that stony expression on his face. What's going on?

Rukawa tugged at Sendoh's hand. "Let's go."

"Nice to meet you, Haruko-chan!"

She was still frozen as she watched them leave. Her vision zoomed in at the linked hands of the two. She felt her knees buckle and she fell to the ground. Rukawa—Rukawa is—

Suddenly, Sendoh playfully kissed Rukawa's cheek.

"IYAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"

OWARI

P.S.

HARUKO: I have to get my revenge!

AUTHOR: Shut up. Write your own fic.

HARUKO: But you're the author! You're more talented!

AUTHOR: Flattery will get you nowhere. Get out of my sight before I kill you with my mighty keyboard with Korean characters, JUMBO! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I still get the last laugh.