"I THINK I CAN! I THINK I CAN! I THINK I CAN! I THINK I CAN! I THINK I CAN!
I THINK I CAN! I THINK I CAN! I THINK I CAN! I THINK I CAN!!!!!!!!"
The flaming redheaded self-proclaimed genius was muttering madly and repeatedly to himself.
He left the small play lot from the boys in a haze.
Faster than a speeding locomotive.
He did not bring his bike and so he had to run like a crazed speed freak to his house.
Why in hell did he not wake up?
How long has he slept?
Is he not too late yet?
But all these thoughts were far too important for this genius to analyze.
What matters now is speed. Go home no matter what. There was no time to lose. Thankfully, no knuckleheads were around to delay him.
Hehehe..they had to be grateful and fortunate for not getting in his way on a bright Sunday like this.
Three blocks more.
Two blocks more.
Nyahahaha..
One block more.
And finally!
"HEY! YO! SAKURAGI IN THE HOUSE!!!!" He declared as soon as his feet reached the front porch and opened the door loudly.
The Sakuragi Gundan looked up at him from the floor.
"You're late." They all lazily replied.
"NANI???!!!!" (WHAT) Sakuragi turned even redder than his hair. If he had bat wings this very moment, they sprouted already.
"USSO!!!!" (Lies) Sakuragi's optimism was hanging on a balance.
"USSO JANAI!" (It's the truth) Yohei defended.
Sakuragi picked up Takamiya by the collar and with eyes turning like the devil asked, "HONTOU?" (really)
Takamiya merely fixed his glasses and replied matter-of-factly. "Hai." (yes)
"HONTOU NO HONTOU????" Sakuragi's voice was getting even more desperate by the second.
Takamiya just nodded his head this time. His chubby face epitomed that of an old doctor trying to console a bereaved family.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!BAKA! BAKA! BAKA! BAKA! BAKA! BAKA! BAKA! BAKA! BAKA! BAKA!" (idiot/stupid/silly)
Takamiya was shook violently like a rag doll. His glasses, remarkably remained plastered to his face.
"Oi! Oi! Hanamichi!! Yamero!" (stop) Ohkuso tried to loosen Sakuragi's fists on Takamiya's plump body, which looked like it, was about to burst anytime now.
Noma merely looked lazily at his homicidal-looking friend and stretched his arms and yawned.
"If you haven't been late then you would have been able to catch up."
Sakuragi put down a dizzy and twirling Takamiya.
"Where have you been anyway? We tried looking for you. We even dropped by the school just in case but the gym was closed." Yohei asked.
"Anou....I was....ahm......" Sakuragi had to think of a brilliant idea to cover up for his lateness. Either ways they all had a point.
"Doko?" (where) Ohkuso asked.
"Play lot."
"What in the world you were doing there?" Noma frowned.
"Practice."
"Not good enough." Takamiya raised his glasses.
"Well you try doing 300 hoop shots and let's see!" Sakuragi said defensively.
"But that does not explain much why you were late, you could have alerted yourself." Ohkuso scratched his head.
"Okay! Fine! I was sleeping! I did not wake up, if not for those kids." Sakuragi said dejectedly.
The four guys smirked in unison.
"So, guys, tell me who won in the NBA Finals." Sakuragi smiled sweetly.
The four guys gave him an evil grin.
"Onegai?" (please) Sakuragi pleaded.
Silence.
"AH!!! YOU'RE NOT TELLING ME WHO WON?" Sakuragi was horrified.
"ZEN-ZEN." (no) they chorused and began whistling.
"What kind of people are you? I thought you're my friends!" Sakuragi was now experiencing a tremendous bout of self-pity. It was enough to accept that he was late. Enough for him to accept that he was sleeping because if it weren't for those kids in the play lot, he would still be flat on his back till this very minute. But it was just too much that these guys were not going to tell him which team won in the NBA Finals that he has so longed anticipated.
"Well, my friend, if you haven't been sleeping around then you could have known which team won. Easy." Noma snapped his fingers at Sakuragi whose eyes were turning into a puddle of tears.
"And speaking of sleeping, isn't that supposed to be Rukawa's specialty?" Takamiya peered closer at Sakuragi's sad dejected face.
That does it.
If not knowing which team won in the Finals was going to be the one thing that was going to plague Sakuragi for the rest of his life, he could live with that.
Except one.
Takamiya swallowed hard. Just one name.
Noma instantly assumed a meditative lotus position.
Ohkuso joined him in prayer.
"Sakuragi?" Yohei flashed one of his trademark peace offering smiles.
Takamiya was sweating nonstop and remained frozen in his position from where Sakuragi towered over him.
Takamiya swore he saw a silhouette of horns sprouting from Sakuragi's flaming red head. He was seeing things. This is not good.
Noma and Ohkuso were now chanting loudly.
Yohei has now joined in and the three guys were holding their hands up together.
"Did you just say what I heard you said????" Sakuragi said grimly. The four guys looked at him smiling guiltily and flashed a V-sign in unison.
And so hell broke lose.
The flaming redheaded self-proclaimed genius was muttering madly and repeatedly to himself.
He left the small play lot from the boys in a haze.
Faster than a speeding locomotive.
He did not bring his bike and so he had to run like a crazed speed freak to his house.
Why in hell did he not wake up?
How long has he slept?
Is he not too late yet?
But all these thoughts were far too important for this genius to analyze.
What matters now is speed. Go home no matter what. There was no time to lose. Thankfully, no knuckleheads were around to delay him.
Hehehe..they had to be grateful and fortunate for not getting in his way on a bright Sunday like this.
Three blocks more.
Two blocks more.
Nyahahaha..
One block more.
And finally!
"HEY! YO! SAKURAGI IN THE HOUSE!!!!" He declared as soon as his feet reached the front porch and opened the door loudly.
The Sakuragi Gundan looked up at him from the floor.
"You're late." They all lazily replied.
"NANI???!!!!" (WHAT) Sakuragi turned even redder than his hair. If he had bat wings this very moment, they sprouted already.
"USSO!!!!" (Lies) Sakuragi's optimism was hanging on a balance.
"USSO JANAI!" (It's the truth) Yohei defended.
Sakuragi picked up Takamiya by the collar and with eyes turning like the devil asked, "HONTOU?" (really)
Takamiya merely fixed his glasses and replied matter-of-factly. "Hai." (yes)
"HONTOU NO HONTOU????" Sakuragi's voice was getting even more desperate by the second.
Takamiya just nodded his head this time. His chubby face epitomed that of an old doctor trying to console a bereaved family.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!BAKA! BAKA! BAKA! BAKA! BAKA! BAKA! BAKA! BAKA! BAKA! BAKA!" (idiot/stupid/silly)
Takamiya was shook violently like a rag doll. His glasses, remarkably remained plastered to his face.
"Oi! Oi! Hanamichi!! Yamero!" (stop) Ohkuso tried to loosen Sakuragi's fists on Takamiya's plump body, which looked like it, was about to burst anytime now.
Noma merely looked lazily at his homicidal-looking friend and stretched his arms and yawned.
"If you haven't been late then you would have been able to catch up."
Sakuragi put down a dizzy and twirling Takamiya.
"Where have you been anyway? We tried looking for you. We even dropped by the school just in case but the gym was closed." Yohei asked.
"Anou....I was....ahm......" Sakuragi had to think of a brilliant idea to cover up for his lateness. Either ways they all had a point.
"Doko?" (where) Ohkuso asked.
"Play lot."
"What in the world you were doing there?" Noma frowned.
"Practice."
"Not good enough." Takamiya raised his glasses.
"Well you try doing 300 hoop shots and let's see!" Sakuragi said defensively.
"But that does not explain much why you were late, you could have alerted yourself." Ohkuso scratched his head.
"Okay! Fine! I was sleeping! I did not wake up, if not for those kids." Sakuragi said dejectedly.
The four guys smirked in unison.
"So, guys, tell me who won in the NBA Finals." Sakuragi smiled sweetly.
The four guys gave him an evil grin.
"Onegai?" (please) Sakuragi pleaded.
Silence.
"AH!!! YOU'RE NOT TELLING ME WHO WON?" Sakuragi was horrified.
"ZEN-ZEN." (no) they chorused and began whistling.
"What kind of people are you? I thought you're my friends!" Sakuragi was now experiencing a tremendous bout of self-pity. It was enough to accept that he was late. Enough for him to accept that he was sleeping because if it weren't for those kids in the play lot, he would still be flat on his back till this very minute. But it was just too much that these guys were not going to tell him which team won in the NBA Finals that he has so longed anticipated.
"Well, my friend, if you haven't been sleeping around then you could have known which team won. Easy." Noma snapped his fingers at Sakuragi whose eyes were turning into a puddle of tears.
"And speaking of sleeping, isn't that supposed to be Rukawa's specialty?" Takamiya peered closer at Sakuragi's sad dejected face.
That does it.
If not knowing which team won in the Finals was going to be the one thing that was going to plague Sakuragi for the rest of his life, he could live with that.
Except one.
Takamiya swallowed hard. Just one name.
Noma instantly assumed a meditative lotus position.
Ohkuso joined him in prayer.
"Sakuragi?" Yohei flashed one of his trademark peace offering smiles.
Takamiya was sweating nonstop and remained frozen in his position from where Sakuragi towered over him.
Takamiya swore he saw a silhouette of horns sprouting from Sakuragi's flaming red head. He was seeing things. This is not good.
Noma and Ohkuso were now chanting loudly.
Yohei has now joined in and the three guys were holding their hands up together.
"Did you just say what I heard you said????" Sakuragi said grimly. The four guys looked at him smiling guiltily and flashed a V-sign in unison.
And so hell broke lose.