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November 25 / Slam Dunk / "Jacket"
Title: Jacket
Day/Theme: November 25 / Riot on an empty street
Series: Slam Dunk
Character/Pairing: Rukawa Kaede / OC (Malena)
Rating: PG
Notes: Standard disclaimers apply. I kind of decided to stick in an original character for an SD fanfic that I haven't touched in quite a bit. I do intend to re-write the whole thing soon, though. :)
The cold evening air bit into him as he walked beside her to the train station. As they walked, the dim yellow lights of the tall streetlamps cast a pale halo around her, making her hair look like it was coming alive to burn and he found he couldn't take his eyes off her.
She had red hair like Sakuragi's, but it was the kind of red that flowed like molten lava and there were hints of brown that made her hair look more like burnished copper in other lighting. She reminded him of autumn, the way her fiery-red locks tumbled down her shoulders when she undid her ponytail, much like leaves that fell to the ground.
He wondered what would happen if he dared to run his fingers through her hair. Would he get burned? Would she be cold? Would she burn under his touch?
He had no idea. There were a million things he was suddenly unsure of. He prided himself in being good at basketball, but she had proven that she was just as good as he was, if not better. She explained that it was because she played along with the team and that she put her trust in her teammates as much as they trusted her - something he was not very familiar with as he tended to distance himself from the rest of Team Shohoku.
Basketball is not about scoring points on your own, she had once said. It's about keeping the faith in yourself strong enough to get through one game and be proud of how you and your friends made it happen.
She knew the game like the back of her hand and breathed it just as much as he did. And while she had the same temperament of Sakuragi's, he found that she understood him in more ways than one. A feeling akin to uncertainty and fear crept through him and he failed to shake it off. Here was someone who probably could be an enemy with what she knew and understood of the game.
But he was more afraid that she was slowly affecting him. Everything about her was intoxicating and he was getting very nearly addicted to just her proximity. She was very easy to listen to, that was the problem. He liked the sound of her voice, the graceful gestures of her hands. He hated to admit it, but he felt things were a lot easier to bear when she talked about basketball.
He tried to ignore her, yes. It was very easy at first. But then she did one stupid thing: she smiled at him one afternoon. And then he suddenly felt like he had been sucker-punched. He had never noticed girls before and she was the first one who caught his attention. It wasn't because she was almost as tall as he was, that was for sure. But there was something else, something he was too afraid to define.
"This is where we say goodbye, Rukawa," she said, jolting him out of his reverie as another train came thundering slowly into view. She smiled again, shrugging off his jacket and handing it back to him. He mutely accepted it, forgetting to breathe when their hands brushed against each other.
And then he heard it. A noise so loud that he thought it would deafen him. It sounded like a hundred crazy rioters were nearby, but when he looked around, all he saw was the empty streets and her. The train was about to stop in front of them and he realized belatedly that it had been his own heart pounding.
She thanked him for the jacket, patting his shoulder lightly as she boarded. "Thank you for the jacket! I'll see you at practice tomorrow, Rukawa," she called out just before the doors closed. From inside the train, she waved at him, her grey-green eyes flashing with good humor.
As the train sped off, he closed his eyes, thankful that she had not heard what he had heard.
A riot on an empty street where the street was his heart...
Day/Theme: November 25 / Riot on an empty street
Series: Slam Dunk
Character/Pairing: Rukawa Kaede / OC (Malena)
Rating: PG
Notes: Standard disclaimers apply. I kind of decided to stick in an original character for an SD fanfic that I haven't touched in quite a bit. I do intend to re-write the whole thing soon, though. :)
The cold evening air bit into him as he walked beside her to the train station. As they walked, the dim yellow lights of the tall streetlamps cast a pale halo around her, making her hair look like it was coming alive to burn and he found he couldn't take his eyes off her.
She had red hair like Sakuragi's, but it was the kind of red that flowed like molten lava and there were hints of brown that made her hair look more like burnished copper in other lighting. She reminded him of autumn, the way her fiery-red locks tumbled down her shoulders when she undid her ponytail, much like leaves that fell to the ground.
He wondered what would happen if he dared to run his fingers through her hair. Would he get burned? Would she be cold? Would she burn under his touch?
He had no idea. There were a million things he was suddenly unsure of. He prided himself in being good at basketball, but she had proven that she was just as good as he was, if not better. She explained that it was because she played along with the team and that she put her trust in her teammates as much as they trusted her - something he was not very familiar with as he tended to distance himself from the rest of Team Shohoku.
Basketball is not about scoring points on your own, she had once said. It's about keeping the faith in yourself strong enough to get through one game and be proud of how you and your friends made it happen.
She knew the game like the back of her hand and breathed it just as much as he did. And while she had the same temperament of Sakuragi's, he found that she understood him in more ways than one. A feeling akin to uncertainty and fear crept through him and he failed to shake it off. Here was someone who probably could be an enemy with what she knew and understood of the game.
But he was more afraid that she was slowly affecting him. Everything about her was intoxicating and he was getting very nearly addicted to just her proximity. She was very easy to listen to, that was the problem. He liked the sound of her voice, the graceful gestures of her hands. He hated to admit it, but he felt things were a lot easier to bear when she talked about basketball.
He tried to ignore her, yes. It was very easy at first. But then she did one stupid thing: she smiled at him one afternoon. And then he suddenly felt like he had been sucker-punched. He had never noticed girls before and she was the first one who caught his attention. It wasn't because she was almost as tall as he was, that was for sure. But there was something else, something he was too afraid to define.
"This is where we say goodbye, Rukawa," she said, jolting him out of his reverie as another train came thundering slowly into view. She smiled again, shrugging off his jacket and handing it back to him. He mutely accepted it, forgetting to breathe when their hands brushed against each other.
And then he heard it. A noise so loud that he thought it would deafen him. It sounded like a hundred crazy rioters were nearby, but when he looked around, all he saw was the empty streets and her. The train was about to stop in front of them and he realized belatedly that it had been his own heart pounding.
She thanked him for the jacket, patting his shoulder lightly as she boarded. "Thank you for the jacket! I'll see you at practice tomorrow, Rukawa," she called out just before the doors closed. From inside the train, she waved at him, her grey-green eyes flashing with good humor.
As the train sped off, he closed his eyes, thankful that she had not heard what he had heard.
A riot on an empty street where the street was his heart...