DIARY ENTRY no. 1
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Slam Dunk
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first diary entry… you'll notice that it's just the PDA of Ryota and the diary of Ayako talking here… and all this will happen throughout the fic… in this way, you'll see the opinions and the way of thinking of both sides.
PDA OF RYOTA
Flight 175. Regular class. John F. Kennedy Airport. 8:15 am. New York to Tokyo.
Next time I'm flying on a plane, I'll be the one to reserve my seat.
I hate it whenever mom reserves me a seat in a REGULAR class. I mean, we're one of the ELITE families in United States of America. Everyone respects our name. My father is the owner of a huge business firm in U.S.A, for crying out loud! And I'm here, stuck in an uncomfortable seat in a regular class full of COMMONERS.
And it's an 8-hour flight. Anyway, they better give me a sumptuous meal or else, I'm gonna report their incompetence to dad.
Maybe I should start with a sleeping mask and ear plugs because the children here are NOISY. And the man here next to me is goggling at everything that his eyes can see within his reach. WHAT? As if they've never entered a plane before.
Don't they know that in some places, EUROPE for instance, no passenger is allowed to make noise, nonetheless do something that is actually CRAZY in the plane. If this is Europe, I would probably be the only one allowed stay here because all of them will have been detained.
Okay, I should be patient. Ryota, calm yourself. You're going to the Land of the Rising sun – Japan!
If Italy is known for class, U.S.A for fast food chains, China for their humungous population, Japan is known for raw.
They eat RAW foods.
Ew. It's disgusting. I've seen mom eat sushi and sashimi in a Japan restaurant. And I've read somewhere that that foods are made from what else but – raw fishes. Can you eat anymore disgusting than that? The only thing I eat in a Japan restaurant is tempura. It's a prawn coated in batter and then deep-fryed – meaning, it's not raw.
But I'm not going to Japan to eat sushi or sashimi; maybe I'll try tempura if I have time.
I'm going there for one primary reason. I'm going to visit my best friend, Michael. And also maybe, study there because mom and dad won't let me come back for my grandfather hates me. Yeah, he hates his only grandson. Why, you might ask?
'Cause he wants me to get married for me to take over in his business firm. I'm not against marriage. It's just that I don't even know the girl he wants me to marry! A complete stranger in other words. And for Pete's sake, I'm not yet of age! Okay, well maybe I'm of age, but I'm not yet ready to marry someone, especially when she's a STRANGER! Besides, who knows if she just wants to marry me for my money. And I'm not yet over my single-status-plan-before-I'm going-to-marry idea; I want to discover more of myself, if you know what I mean. I want to travel the WORLD first. And besides, who would want to travel the world with a wife and two children to look at?
They're just DISRACTIONS.
I have so many girlfriends anyway, so why would I stick to one?
That's pish-posh. Really. Hey, here's my breakfast, see you again in the next 8 hours!
Ciao!
RYOTA MIYAGI.
DIARY OF AYAKO
Dear Diary,
Good Morning! I just woke up from a crazy dream. I guess I ate too much last night coz my tummy's going wacky today and my mind is boggling. Well, it's my second trip to the toilet this day and my tummy hasn't changed a bit. It's raging! Ewww…
Anyway, as I am writing this I remember my dream….
I was in a couch siiting there, wondering why I was there and there was Michael looking at me like he was going to rape me… lustfully, if you know what I mean. And then, he was going to…
STRIP! OH MY GOD! STRIP, AS IN, GET YOUR CLOTHES OFF!
AND I was like… I didn't know what to do… and he continued to stare at me with those two HYPNOTIC blue eyes…
And then, as he was completely NAKED…
He kissed me… then, a total black-out… and I was AWAKE.
That was TOTALLY, UNBELIEVABLY hanging off up to the last second!
HE was KISSING me! And I woke up! TUSH!
Anyway, dreams DO really come true right? So this means that dream of kissing Michael is just a premonition of the future… It means, it'll happen…
Oh, how I totally wish it will happen. The only problem is….
There are just too many girls surrounding this beautiful, blond guy. And I mean, TOO many, in the most exaggerating way.
I couldn't blame these girls, actually, because they're quite right. Michael Okita is the hottest super bum in Shohoku High with that look-at-me-I'm-gonna-kill-you-with-my-smile look. Aww… plus, he's way too SWEET..
How can I say this? He barely even speaks to me.
He only speaks to me whenever he would talk about basketball strategies, basketball players, basketball tournaments… everything under the sun about BASKETBALL! I think the only question he's left me to ask about basketball is that:
Is James Naismith the creator of basketball?
But, don't get me wrong, I COMPLETELY love it whenever he talks to me. I mean, that's the only conversation we ever had. Or HAS.
And many girl would die to be in my shoes.
I just can't forget those two blue eyes of his… It's like an x-ray whenever he would look at me. And I just can't help blushing because of the radiation.
Plus, he's not just talk… he's EXCELLENT in basketball too. There's NO other person who'll ever defeat this guy. That's why he's voted as the team captain of our team and I'm the MANAGER!
How cool could you get?!
Anyway, speaking of cool, I have to defrost our fridge, mom's been fussing me for a week.
Bye! I'll write as soon as I can!
Lots of Love…. (Michael Okita!!)
Ayako.
How was it? It's my first diary entry… sometimes a diary entry would compost both of Ryota's PDA and Ayako's diary or either of the two…PM me if you can't understand it. Please READ and REVIEW! LOVE YOU ALL!
