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The Scare	By : Mitmiya Category: +S to Z > Slam Dunk Views: 1485 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Slam Dunk, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The Scare
- 2-It Begins With A Blush
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::The Scare::

Disclaimer: cowers in the corner I d-dun own anything, no-nobody is mine. Please, leave me alone whimpers And they say Boogeyman is scary

Summary: Just as Mitsui feelings for Miyagi start blossoming, the unthinkable happens. Mitmiya!!

Pairings: Possible Mitmiya

Nagging Voice: (Also known as Author's Notes) I know, I know... that was not the 'SOON' you were expecting and I'm sorry, guys. sniffs Weawwy sowwy!! I've been lazier and busier than ever... but I promise to make it up to you, somehow. Anyhoo, here's the second chapter... and I'm already facing a problem... should I get those two together or not? Still haven't decided but I know that there would be a sequel, as soon as I finish this one. sighs I'm such a lazy bum. Oh-kay, enjoy people and pwease tell me what you tink of it!

Warning: looks for help Is there any? Oh, of course smacks her head stupid me... YAOI!! Please, if you are offended by that, just press that pwetty X up there, or the lovely arrow that's pointin' to the left, and no, you dun have to follow where it's pointing at. chuckles Oh, and this story is not beta-readed.

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++Chapter One: It Begins With a Blush++

If you were told to go back to when you were just a child, a young kid with big eyes, which keeps looking around to feed the brain with every possible question your mouth could shoot at anybody around, only to throw the answers back to ever-growing memory. You certainly would remember the pride of being the next promised art genius as you show your painting around, and all of that would definitely rush back to you if you caught a glimpse of Kangawa city that morning. The sun looked similar to that grinning yellow star that you used to draw, and your stick people turned into real smiling people enjoying the rays of the pre-mentioned star. You would have even rushed to sue whoever copied your childhood masterpiece if it wasn't for the grumbling young man that was ruining the beautiful morning picture.
The dark-haired teenager was strolling down the street, a hand rubbing the back of his head, as he recited every word he learned in his earlier days as a gangster. As if his problem down there was not enough, his sister had to add on his pain by a WWE smack down. What's her problem anyway?! He rubbed even harder at his head, wishing the pain would just vanish, it was only a damn clock! He suddenly paused, his hand still as he stared into the horizon. The third new clock in two months, hmm, he wondered, maybe that's why she's pissed.
He shrugged and continued in his way, going back to the task of rubbing his throbbing head.
After a few steps, he let the tired hand drop to his side and sighed. His mind was going back to the real reason behind his irritation... Ryota. He shook his head, no, it was not Ryota, more like his feelings toward the muffin-head. Mitsui jammed his hands deep in his pockets, letting his head hang, watching his feet as they led down the familiar road to Shohoku High. He could not understand exactly what he was feeling for the shorter boy, when he started to have those dreams he thought that it was merely lust and nothing more. But as he paid close attention to the dreams, he noticed that they were not sexual fantasies, instead it was always the enjoyment of him holding Miyagi in the circle of his arms, the latter draped over his chest. It always centered around the part after making love, than the act itself.
That was when confusion started to wash over him, it was not the first time he found himself attracted to the same sex, and he would not be surprised to find himself lusting after Miyagi... after all, the short guy did have a great body, and he was an athlete but... why did he cringe everytime he used the term lust?
Hisashi skipped a step and almost fell face-first, but he was able to regain his balance at the last moment. He blinked as he rewinded his thoughts to reach the last one, which passed through his mind: He l**** Ryota Miyagi. No wonder he almost broke his neck: the dreaded L-word.
The shooting-guard looked at the sky above, trying not to fry his eyes by looking directly at the sun. Was he really in love with Ryota? That boy who broke his teeth? The young man who beat the shit out of him and sent him to the hospital not that long ago? The Ryota he threatened to put his team out of the tournament if he did not let him have his way? The Miyagi who found a place for him in his heart, even after all the things he put him through? He was in love with that Miyagi Ryota.
He sighed, dropping his head to look at the road ahead. The sight before him made him take an awkward step back, and this time, he did fall to the ground. A blush creeping on his cheeks, Mitsui did not bother to get off his butt as he watched the source of his troubles leaning sideways against the wall. Hisashi placed a hand on his thumbing heart and cursed himself ten times the fool, as far as he knew, Ryota could not read minds. What a great recovery, you idiot. He scolded himself as he slowly got to his feet, giving his poor rear a rub.
The cool ex-gangster took a deep breath, trying to cool his burning face by fanning with his hand before he retrieved his bag and appraoched the point-guard. He waited for Ryota to notice him advancing, but the younger teenager didn't move at all. So, as soon as he reached him, he placed a hand on the nearest shoulder but instead of the young man turning to face him, he was falling forward.
Mitsui eeped as he noticed Ryota's fall, and he did the first thing he could think of. He pulled the point-guard to him, and the added weight would have sent them both to the ground if Mitsui didn't wrap his arms around Miyagi to stop from falling. The older teen looked down to see sleepy eyes blink at him, before Ryota placed his head on the muscular chest and went back to his interrupted nap. Mitsui watched with wide eyes as Miyagi rested his weight on him, sleeping and involuntarily the arms tightened around the smaller body as Mitsui leaned down to smell the locks of hair that were a few inches away from his nose.
Just like his dream.
"Aya-chan."
Mitsui froze as he felt the moment shatter by the whispered name, the blood draining from his face. This was not his dream, in his dream Ryota would smile and whisper his own name... his own nickname. He looked at the peaceful face of his sleeping tormenter and felt as though a knife had been buried into his heart. Closing his eyes against the despair that filled him, he placed both of his hands on the muscular shoulders and pushed his team mate away from him. Giving him a gentle shake, he called the sleeping boy's name.
Miyagi blinked his eyes open, but as soon as he did, they were shut once again. Mitsui sighed and gave him another shake, "C'mon, Ryota, rise and shine!"
Ryota sighed in irritation and finally opened his eyes for more than two seconds. Mitsui let go of him as soon as he was sure that the other boy would not end up on the ground. The point-guard yawned and stretched, trying to shake the sleepiness away but as soon as he stopped yawning, he found his eyes drooping shut once again. He started to rub his eye and used the other one to take a good look at the person before him.
"Oh, ohayo Mitsui-k--" his yawn stopped him from completing his greeting.
"And good morning to you also, sleepy head. May I ask, what the hell were you doing, sleeping in the middle of the road?"
"Oi, it was not middle of the road, it was the side." He yawned once again, "And I couldn't help it, my cousin came to visit yesterday and we ended up staying awake until late at night."
Mitsui felt a blush starting to heat his face as he remembered his last night, "Got a lot of catching up to do, eh?"
"Yeah, it's been years since the last time I've seen him." Another yawn, "Can't wait to spend more time with him." He smiled innocently at his friend.
Mitsui felt a pang of jealousy and he bit his lip to stop from gritting his teeth. Seeing Royta yawn even again, and his eyes start to droop, he grabbed his arm and started dragging him down the road.
"Mitsui, I was just about to go back to sleep." He whined as he was pulled in the school's direction.
Mitsui rolled his eyes, but smiled inwardly at the silliness of the other boy. "You're such an idiot, Ryota." He looked back as the arm was snatched away from his hand, and he gulped as he stared into the brown eyes, now full of mock anger instead of sleepiness.
"Who are you calling a idiot, you jerk?"
Mitsui grinned at the shorter teen, pinching both of his cheeks and pulling them away from his face, "You, sweetcheeks." He let go of Ryota and started running at once, not waiting for Ryota to explode and trying to gain some distance before the point-guard started chasing him, knowing that the fastest basketball player would be able to catch up with him in no time.
He did not care, though, as his face was split by a wide grin... his heart thumping with excitment and happiness.
He did not doubt it at all then.
He loved one Miyagi Ryota.

++TBC...++
AN: sighs Poor Mitsui, tangled in the clutches of... dare I say it... love. Let's see how can he make a fool out of himself in the next chapters. Oh, for those who love fluffy, light-hearted stuff... well, I think this story isn't really for you. I'm evil, so it's gonna turn ugly, and the ending is still undecided. Oh well... I feel like I forgot something. Oh, please review and tell me what you think!! Thanks
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