Thunderstorm

by Star Mirage


Disclaimer - Slam Dunk belongs to Takehiko Inoue and etc.
Author's note: Comments and criticisms are always welcomed. If you like the story, please tell me!


Part 3

Hanamichi recovered, sitting on the floor. His head hurt like hell. Hanamichi groaned miserably. Then his look fell on a clock.

"7:30!! I have to finish my report for history class!"

In a trice, Hanamichi jumped to his feet and rushed up to the computer to finish his work . . .

~ * * * ~

Hamamichi went home slowly. He recollected his today's dream. It was a strange dream. He dreamt that he was transferred to a different world, where the anime, manga and, generally, the tons of fanfics about him, his friends and teammates existed. He dreamt that he was reading all those stories about himself and Rukawa all night long . . .

"What a strange dream," Hanamichi thought to himself.

Although . . . It left some inexplicable feelings towards that cold fox. Hanamichi was staring at Rukawa during today's training, noticing things that he hadn't notice before: his beauty, his grace, his enigmatic aura . . . Hanamichi sighed.

Passing by a court in the park, he heard the Sendoh's voice. After today's strange dream, Hanamichi felt an enmity towards the Ruonan captain. Not that he liked him before. From all appearances, Sendoh was playing one-on-one with someone. The redhead was suspicious with that teasing voice, because he heard such playful tones in Sendoh's voise only when the latter spoke to Rukawa.

Hanamichi crept up to the park and saw that his suspicions proved to be true. On the court, Sendoh and Rukawa had their one-on-one basketball match. The kitsune was playing purposefully. But Sendoh . . . With his usual smile on his lips, the Ryonan captain was playfully teasing Shohoku's Super Rookie.

Hanamichi felt as anger began to boil within him. Anger and  . . . jealousy? He saw red. With a low growl he stepped onto the court and stood between the players. Shielding Rukawa by himself, he faced Sendoh.

"Don't flirt around my fox!"

Sendoh and Rukawa froze. It was not clear as to which of from them was in the most shock.

"Your fox?" Sendoh cast a look at the dark-haired Shohoku player, and noticing the stunned expression on Rukawa's face, he snorted. "Your fox?! Ha! Stop dreaming, monkey!"

That was a bis mistake. Because Hanamichi gave him his super powerful punch in the jaw. Sendoh fell on the ground and passed out. [Author: "Sorry Akira!"]

"DON'T MESS WITH *MY* FOX!!" repeated Hanamichi, emphasizing the word "my".

Then Hanamichi turned to face the still shocked fox-eyed boy.
"Um . . . hm . . ." the redhead didn't know what to say.

Rukawa recovered quickly and again set his usual emotionless mask on his face.
"I'm not YOURS, do'aho," he said coldly.
"Yet," corrected a beet-red Hanamichi. "Well, look, I think . . . hm . . . I'm . . ." Hanamichi was again at a loss for words.

Then, in a trice, he made a deciscion. Hanamichi flounced at his teammate, wrapped one of his arms around the fox-eyes boy's neck and another one around his waist, and forcefully kissed Rukawa.

Rukawa's eyes became wide with shock. But . . . he allowed himself to be kissed . . .

~ * * * ~

Some days later.

With a smile, Hanamichi looked at the boy, who was sleeping, leaning on the redheaded boy's shoulder. They were watching a videotape of NBA matches at Rukewa's house. But Rukawa himself fell asleep soon after the video began.

Hanamichi carefully wrapped his arms around other boy's waist and cuddled  Rukawa to himself possessively. The fox-eyed boy didn't wake up, he just lightly shifted, arranging himself more comfortably. With fondness, Hanamichi stared at the sleeping fox-boy's face. They were right about him: behind his cold mask was hidden a delicate nature... His long lashes, marvellous fox-shaped ice-blue eyes, marble pale but very soft skin, his silken black hair. . . Amazing beauty, which cost a lot of efforts to be won.

Hanamichi places a light kiss on the sleeping boy's cheek.

"Yes, this kitsune is a perfect prize to the one who will win his heart. And he is mine. Only mine. I'll give him to nobody. . ."

The red haired boy nestled close to the body of sleeping Rukawa and, falling asleep, he thought, "And yet we are the good couple . . ."

~OWARI~


Author's note: Ha-ha-ha! Well, it was kind of mazy, but I hope you know what I meant in the fic. By the way, I myself fell in love with "Slam Dunk", having read different SD-fanfics. And this my fic dedicated to Bianka Lanon, who helped me with spellchecking of my fics. Thanks, Bee!

© Star Mirage, 2000

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