6:00 a.m.
"Ohayo! You're REALLY early today, ne?" The school guard waved at her as Hanasen dashed inside the newly opened gates of the school.
"Ah hai! Ohayo gozaimasu!" She bowed momentarily and fled.
There were no students around yet....the school was eerily quiet. She pulled her bag closer to her body and entered the hallways where a long line of lockers were located. She began to count the rows which were classified according to sections and classes.
The fifth row.
She swallowed. This is it. She inhaled deeply. She has been studying this exact location of the said locker for a million times. She can't miss.
"Gamabatte!" She whispered to herself.
One little problem though.. She scratched her head. The locker was waaayy too high for her to reach. She entered one of the rooms and began to drag a chair.
She looked around. There was no one.
As she climbed the chair, she was no face to face with the locker door. She opened it.
Hanamichi Sakuragi written in black pentel pen ink with a small evil chibi on the side. There was also a written "RUKAWA MUST DIE!" and "SHOHOKU RULES!" and "TENSAI BASKETBORU MAN". It was a mini graffiti of sorts. She chuckled while reading them.
The contents of the locker was pretty plain except for a white towel, wrist band, a small binder notebook, a math textbook and the next item made her smile so hard, she felt herself blush from her cheeks to the roots of her hair.
It was her handkerchief. It wasn't washed. She smelt it and the scent still remained from that fateful day. Still there, she smiled again. He kept it.
"Okay...now here goes...."
She opened her bag then carefully placed a red checkered gift wrapped mini- basket on top of the binder notebook. The little package contained 10 pieces of assorted chocolate-filled kisses. She wanted to put more but she wanted it to be meaningful.
Red being the color of his hair.
Ten being the number on his jersey gear.
Kisses because of "The Kiss".
And assorted because he loved variety.
The reason?
It was Valentine's day.
She was about to close the locker when she the sudden urge to touch his things became too strong. She touched his towel and just enough to feel the texture of it under her palms. She ran her hand onto the cover his notebook and lifted the wristband and then placed it back.
She smiled at her accomplishment and finally closed the locker.
She went down the chair and just when she was about to drag the thing back to the class room....
She heard a voice from behind her....
"JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Author notes: hehehe.....it's a cliffie....who do you think this is? I want to thank my dear precious readers for following this fic. Your reviews are like Energizer to me....it keeps me going....going....going.....going.....I LOVE YOU AND THANK YOU!
"Ohayo! You're REALLY early today, ne?" The school guard waved at her as Hanasen dashed inside the newly opened gates of the school.
"Ah hai! Ohayo gozaimasu!" She bowed momentarily and fled.
There were no students around yet....the school was eerily quiet. She pulled her bag closer to her body and entered the hallways where a long line of lockers were located. She began to count the rows which were classified according to sections and classes.
The fifth row.
She swallowed. This is it. She inhaled deeply. She has been studying this exact location of the said locker for a million times. She can't miss.
"Gamabatte!" She whispered to herself.
One little problem though.. She scratched her head. The locker was waaayy too high for her to reach. She entered one of the rooms and began to drag a chair.
She looked around. There was no one.
As she climbed the chair, she was no face to face with the locker door. She opened it.
Hanamichi Sakuragi written in black pentel pen ink with a small evil chibi on the side. There was also a written "RUKAWA MUST DIE!" and "SHOHOKU RULES!" and "TENSAI BASKETBORU MAN". It was a mini graffiti of sorts. She chuckled while reading them.
The contents of the locker was pretty plain except for a white towel, wrist band, a small binder notebook, a math textbook and the next item made her smile so hard, she felt herself blush from her cheeks to the roots of her hair.
It was her handkerchief. It wasn't washed. She smelt it and the scent still remained from that fateful day. Still there, she smiled again. He kept it.
"Okay...now here goes...."
She opened her bag then carefully placed a red checkered gift wrapped mini- basket on top of the binder notebook. The little package contained 10 pieces of assorted chocolate-filled kisses. She wanted to put more but she wanted it to be meaningful.
Red being the color of his hair.
Ten being the number on his jersey gear.
Kisses because of "The Kiss".
And assorted because he loved variety.
The reason?
It was Valentine's day.
She was about to close the locker when she the sudden urge to touch his things became too strong. She touched his towel and just enough to feel the texture of it under her palms. She ran her hand onto the cover his notebook and lifted the wristband and then placed it back.
She smiled at her accomplishment and finally closed the locker.
She went down the chair and just when she was about to drag the thing back to the class room....
She heard a voice from behind her....
"JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Author notes: hehehe.....it's a cliffie....who do you think this is? I want to thank my dear precious readers for following this fic. Your reviews are like Energizer to me....it keeps me going....going....going.....going.....I LOVE YOU AND THANK YOU!