Disclaimer: Slam Dunk is not mine… wish it were, though. sigh
Author’s Notes: Hi minna… I’m kind’a a newbie here- I’ve read a lot of fics, but this is the first time I’ve tried writing something juz for the sake of having someone read and review it. Please be gentle with me--- I’m not really that good a writer, and the only reason I’m writing this, is because I found the plot kind’a cool (I told my friends about it, and they said so too)
Please read and review! A little encouragement and emails/ comments would be nice, and well… encouraging…
I’ll be posting the prologue… Please tell me if you like the story, and if I should continue it or not.
My email ad’s koshkun@yahoo.com. Please just mail me, and please--- NO Flames!!!
*** Sorry for the plot, and everything else you may find stupid about the story; I’m sure there are a lot of grammar errors there somewhere--- I promise your reading something this stupid won’t be a waste on your time and energy… sweat Man, is it ‘hot’ in here or what??? tugs collar Just read on, please???? –And, please, don’t forget to review! *Sendoh’s sad-puppy-dog-look*
Title: S2PDT is Contagious
Author: Koshi_obsession
Pairings: all-chars (kinda confusing… *hehe*, but I promise, It’s gonna be good *I hope*)
Summary: (YAOI) A wild goose chase for our dear SD boys, that involves, marriage (whether forced or not), courting, drama, friendship, and a LOT of flowers… Story takes place in the medieval times, and has the cast’s role as princes, squires, etc. Based on the story of Disney Classic’s Cinderella and William Shakespeare’s a Midsummer Night’s Dream… SD style…
Genre: Romance, Drama, Angst, OOC, etc.. (You name it!)
S2PDT is Contagious
By koshi_obsession
==+ the usual: //for thoughts// and “for dialogues“ +==
Prologue
Character Introduction: The Betrothed
[a/n: for the prologue, I’ve decided to introduce the characters involved in the story, and I had them all divided into different categories according to their role in the story… To start of, the story begins with the fact that some of our dear SD boys are made to marry (by hook or by crook) according or against their will… Char_Intro1 is further divided into subcategories involving how the ‘Betrothed Ones’ will react to being made to marry, and if they really have a say in anything…]
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==+ The Will +==
[A/n: The ‘will’ may pertain to two things… one, to a piece of legal documentary… something… * for lack of better terms *, or to the following scenario below:]
Sendoh scanned the long piece of parchment in his hands lazily, his eyes growing bigger and bigger every minute as he took note of the contents of the scroll. It read:
Yo Akira!
You might wonder what this is all about~ Trust me, I dunno why I'm writing this too, in the first place. I mean, you're still a bloody kid, and I'm already writing off my will, as though I'm gonna die the next day! Somethin' juz came up- and I feel the urge to make it legally known and written clear, so as to set matters straight (I am so certain I'll be forgetting about this, so juz in case, I'm putting it into writing)- I don't want that bloody bastard to accuse me of not telling you about it, wherein I've already given him my word and everything. Sheez; he's so mindful of the details that he sometimes scares me.
Oh yah... my letter- here it goes;
CONGRATULATIONS, you lucky dog, you! You're engaged to be married to the finest and noblest blood I've known (next to ours of course)- The Rukawa! Yah yah... I know; you don't even know who they are or what they all look like, but, trust me... they are as good as any other, and richer than most. But of course, we are damn hell richer, that's why that good-for-nothing little cheat decided to have you betrothed to his son, and have your future planned and everything, especially as to how both our fortune's gonna be merged and divided equally, as conjugal property. Don't worry, The Rukawa are a lineage of good lookin' people (except of course my bloody friend here who looks like a monkey). Juz hope the young Rukawa prince take after his mother, or you'll be married to an ogre for the rest of your life-
Oh yeah... I realize, you may have second thoughts about the whole matter, so I'm giving you an offer you can't refuse--- YOU GODDAMN MARRY THIS RUKAWA PRINCE or YOU SO DON'T GET A SINGLE CENT OFF MY FORTUNE!!! That's right, you hear me--- I will disinherit you for the rest of your life, and have your inheritance given to your brother. After all, you're not the only son I have--- the poor guy can take control of everything, and you get nu'zit!
Okay, I guess that's that... In case you're wondering though... NO! YOU HAVE NO CHOICE ON THE WHOLE MATTER.
Anyway, I only wrote this on the possibility that I may die forgetting to tell you all about it- Oh, I almost forgot... just in case you act smart on me, I've had everything planned out--- you will have to marry Rukawa before your 18th birthday, or you can kiss your inheritance goodbye... You can check your fiancée' out by yourself--- I think his name is Kaede... (And believe me, I am so hoping he doesn't take after his father--- I just can't imagine a young Takato Rukawa Jr. being part of the family; Well, the good thing is, you won't be able to produce an heir; at least, there is so no worry about my grandson looking like his Rukawa-otousan... It gives me the chills just thinking about it *shudder*)
Anyway, GOOD LUCK... do me proud! Grin... Hopefully, by the time you're reading this, I'm already dead... hehe, you can dream on about killing me for the rest of your life. I'll be looking up on you and laughing my ass off in hell, if you are destined to marry a Takato Jr.
Your Otousan, Taoka Sendoh
*P.S. You WILL marry this Rukawa*
Upon rereading the whole letter again, only then did the seriousness of the situation struck him... It was just his luck, and it just so happens that his birthday is as good as two months away... //what the---???//
[a/n: -Yup! The real definition of the ‘Will’ is the fact that our dear prince Sendoh is being forced to marry Rukawa, without giving him any choice… thus, “He WILL have to do as his otousan says! grin
==+ For clarification purposes--- YAH, Sendoh’s father is Ryonan’s Coach, Taoka –sensei, and Rukawa’s father, on the other hand, is Kainan’s coach, Takato-sensei. Also, it is implied that Taoka IS already dead here, just in case you get a little confused. Oh yeah, all throughout the fic, the character’s family name (or name) may be changed due to the ‘family-tree-thingie’ (like TAOKA being a SENDOH, because he is supposedly the late SENDOH KING), but please just bear with me, for I am really trying to make this fic an all ‘SLAM DUNK CHARACTERS ONLY’ fic… These are just the minute details, so I don’t want you to get confused on them, lest you don’t get the entire flow of the story. Gomen, and Arigatou! +==
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==+ The Would +==
[a/n: the same meaning as those of Sendoh’s dilemma… only this time, the victim is willing… ]
Hanamichi looked at the flower in front of him dreamily; its soft white petals, and ever-fragrant smell reminding him of someone special to his heart. It had been three weeks since he'd taken the job as the Royal gardener of the Rukawa Castle, and within that short of a time, he'd managed to coax the garden into full bloom. And he owed it all to three things- namely, his innate green thumb; his tensai skills, and lastly, his art...
Speaking of which, he remembered his morning routine, and the job still left undone. Glancing at the flower in his hand, he gave it a small kiss, and uttering a small prayer of hopeful hopes of hopeful things, he stood up from crouching by the rose flowerbeds, and making his way across the large estate garden and inside the castle, his feet treaded a solitary way along the corridors to deliver- yet again, as his wont- his little gift of love and devotion to his beloved art... hoping against all hope, that all his efforts are not in vain.
[a/n: sorry if Hana’s scene is too short. His character is supposed to be a secret – and mysterious- I hate to give everything away]
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==+ The Should +==
[ a/n: same as Sendoh’s but the difference lies on the fact that the victim is given an ‘choice’ he can refuse or say no to. *** if you still doubt the difference between the two, I shall spell it out for you: Sendoh’s otousan is DEAD- he won’t get seriously injured if he tries doing things the other way around… the following scene describes the other’s predicament]
Hisashi sat on the edge of his bed seethingly; his eyes set into narrowed slits. //...Damn sodding gorilla...// Akagi had just dismissed him into his room after their 'little' conversation a while ago at the latter's study, and didn't even gave him the chance to complain or say anything else for the matter. Usually, he was set on retorting or giving out crisp comments regarding everything he found annoyingly interesting, but Akagi's words had cut him deep and manage to attract, not only his attention, but also his line of thought. It struck him speechless throughout the whole conversation- or should he say, speech- that he was still as a statue, with his mouth gaping open in disbelief. His brain wouldn't form any coherent words, and the only thing he knew and cared for at the moment was the fact that...
"-THAT GORILLA WANTED ME MARRIED?????" His scream echoed throughout his room, and bounced off the stonewalls. His bed creaked following his sudden movement as he suddenly stood up to... do something that involves killing someone, or something as productive- Given enough time, he was able to think clearly again, and the implications of what Akagi had just told him hit a lot of buttons, and caused for him to be at wit's end. Rational sense was out of the question (since, he has no rational sense, *hehe*), since his mind was clouded by a lot of mixed emotions at the moment, and following his instincts was not a wise decision, for he could end up dead or seriously injured. (Well, between Akagi and him, he's at the disadvantage; Akagi is HUGE!) Finally, he settled for a late-reacted tantrum... //That BLOODY GORILLA!!! DIE!!!!//... that involved darts, bow and arrows, and a set of sharp knives, all thrown into a bulls-eye-target, which happens to be a photo of the 'beloved' king, Akagi...
After tiring of formulating a long list of 'HOW-TO-KILL-THE-GORILLA', and other more useless means of imagining-Akagi-dead (like voodoos -he made use of a small gorilla plushie-, and etc.), he finally calmed down, enough to sensibly study the problem at hand. Systematically, he tried to review the important issues discussed then:
1. Gorilla wanted him married;
2. Gorilla actually thinks he's going to marry someone;
3. After a second thought, Gorilla does not trust he's going to marry someone, so Gorilla is going to hold a ball, and he SHOULD find himself his bride -or groom- there;
4. Gorilla is giving him a choice: it's either he find himself his bride (or groom) in one of the palace maidens, or he find her in the party;
5. Gorilla is giving him only until after the party to present his bride;
Well, the first five seems easy enough. Finding himself a bride should be a snap- he has after all an ahem extensive collection of... for lack of better terms, 'prospects'.
6. No bride, No inheritance
Okay, BIG DEAL--- the usual motivation for one to prioritize the matter at hand. //Note to self: Find a bride! Gori's serious when he said he's gonna cut my inheritance!//
7. Bride (or groom) should not be bought, paid, or contracted.
//What the-??? I can't believe that sodding Gori thinks I'm that low as to pay myself a bride, much less conspire with her into a signed agreement!!!//... as a second thought... /Okay, so Gori got me--- he's smarter than I take him credit for. I wonder if I can still pull it, though?//
8. BE LOYAL!!!
//Easy enough...// ***easier said (thought) than done though***
9.No more Flings-
// -good as done-----------------------// as an afterthought, //...waitaminute... //
... no reaction ...
...
...
...
...still, no reaction ...
...
...
...
... it's TOO QUIET....
...
...
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"NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
[a/n: covers ears to prevent it from breaking hehe… damn, he shouts loud! Anyway, that’s just about the ‘unfortunate’ people who are the cause of the ‘BIGGEST riot of a lifetime--- namely, this fic… The next category is about the best friends who are… unfortunately, just that… the best friends: no more, no less… sigh Tsk. Tsk.]
==+ Oh yeah… let me clarify again… in the scene above, notice the use of the name Hisashi (instead of plain and simple Mitsui)… Well, the funny thing is… hehe *gulp* sweat drop Mitsui is the son of Akagi… so, technically, that makes him an Akagi, thus the name, Hisashi Akagi… (I know… it’s weird… hehe ) Again, I’m asking you… please bear with me…+==
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Character Introduction: The Best Friends
[a/n: Your best friend is supposed to be the greatest thing that ever happened to your life--- of course, next to the love-of-your-life. But, if the love-of-you-life happens to be your best friend, what would you do??? Of all the people to fall in love with--- it’s a hard decision choosing whether or not to be selfish or a martyr; whether you’ll risk your friendship or your love life… Tsk *Tsk* Man, you are one hopeless case… but, just when you thought nothing could go worse… it just did. Seems like Ladylove was having fun at your expense… You just realize, your love-sick-affection was for a questionably complex character, that would make you sigh every time, and ask… “What did I see in you, to love you so???”]
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===+ The Baka Hentai Smiley Man’s Restraint +==
[a/n: Now, doesn’t that sound… familiar? That’s right… The association of the word ‘baka’, ‘hentai’ and ‘smiley ‘ can only mean one thing… Right again, folks! It’s none other than our dear lovable Akira!!! --- But, you seem to have conveniently forgotten the word attached to sendoh’s ever-popular title… hmmm… now, who could be Sendoh’s Restraints??? (*looks at the stupid, dense people who-are-thinking-hard-about- the-answer incredulously*) *Duh!* It’s KOSHINO-san, you dummies! (Sowee for that! If you managed to figure out the answer ages ago, give yourself a pat in the back for being so ‘smart’. ) Yup! It’s the one and only Koshino!!!! (kawaii!!! squeal *swoon* *faint*) ^^ ,.
( Self insert ) Hiroaki: sweat drop anou… you can’t pass out now… who’s gonna write the fic??? OI! poke *poke* hey-
koshi_obsession: (suddenly wakes up eagerly at the sound of Kosh’ voice…) squeal He touched me!!! squeal Ahhh!!!! threatens to faint again
Hiroaki: Oi! Don’t even think about it! ~cute, menacing glare~
koshi_obsession: dreamy sigh hai!
Hiroaki: sweat drops again
Hehe… Sorry, I can’t help it… smile Anyway, back to the story… (where were we again???) Oh, forget it… Anyway, my poor Koshino is in love with his dear best friend… refer to Sendoh’s Dilemma, and putting two and two together, what will Koshi-kun do???]
Koshino glared at the paper, which was rudely shoved into his grasp. He was about to retort about ‘some people having no manners at all’ and the such, when one line suddenly caught his attention.
: You're engaged to be married to the finest and noblest blood I've known :
//what the-// He said so as much…
“Yah…” Sendoh replied with a sigh… “I can’t believe I’ve never known about this until now…”
“Then… this means, you-you’re…?” he let his statement hang, not wanting to believe the implications of everything…
“Yah…” came the sad reply… Looking at Sendoh, Koshino was struck at how for the first time in his life, Sendoh had looked so…genuinely melancholic… His usually ever-smiling best friend was now looking completely out of character, and wearing a puppy-dog-look that felt so much… real… “:It’s terrible, Hiro-kun…” Sendoh’s voice was whiny, and… weird… something that, added with the ‘look’, would make you think he was about to cry…
“What-what are you going to do about it???” He asked, nervously… hoping against all hope that it was all a lie… a practical joke, like those Sendoh loved to pull, only this time several degrees higher… he suddenly feared about Sendoh’s answer, and almost wished he didn’t ask at all…
“I-I dunno… That’s why I showed you that in the first place…” Sendoh looked at him imploringly, as though asking him quite silently, “What should I do, Hiro-kun?”
//DON”T MARRY HIM AT ALL!!!// “Well… you are engaged to be married to this…” He glanced at the paper again, and felt his throat suddenly dry…”..to Kaede Rukawa…” //BASTARD!!! If ever I see this guy, I’m gonna kill him!!!!//
Sendoh didn’t say anything. He just listened at him talk and give him advise…
Baka. How the hell does Sendoh think he can give a reasonable advice, when deep inside he wanted him to so much not marry…Rukawa? Or any one else for the matter…
// Just tell him not to marry Rukawa… He’s so dense, he’s bound to listen to you---//
//B-but… how about his inheritance…?//
Two things were tugging at his conscience--- his love for his friend, and his love for himself…, which is more important? “I-it seems to me like you have two choices on the whole matter,” Man, he’s a good actor… he’d always thought his voice is gonna break, but so far, it didn’t… ”Which-, which is more important to you, Akira? Your money… or your… freedom???” //Choose Freedom, you Baka! Choose ME!//
Sendoh had an unbelieving look in his face… Then, looking down, he scratched his cheeks coyly… Looking up, he replied, quite… softly… “Well, I… I can’t afford to lose my money---“
All hell broke loose //F*** you!!! How can you be so…DIE!!!//
“I.. see…” and his heart cried for his helplessness to do anything about it…
He suddenly looked down to hide his suddenly tear-brimmed eyes, almost immediately, that he totally missed the look of contemplation on the young prince’s eyes and a deep torn between longing and hesitation, before Sendoh suddenly turned his back and decidedly left him alone…
//…Aishiteru, Akira…//
He never felt more dead in his life…
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[A/n: waaahhhhhhhh…. I dunno what’s wrong with me… there isn’t even any plot!!! Forgive me, ok?]
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===+ Anger Manager +===
[a/n: What would having a little crush on your hot-tempered best friend (sounds familiar, I take it. But, yeah, I know… it’s impossible… -is it???) do to a young sweet thing like you? And the worst part about you being his best friend is the fact that he always turns to you whenever he’s a bit… sad… What’s wrong with it, you ask? Well, let’s just say, he opens all his heartbreaking problems to you, and tells you all his secrets… including his love life…]
Koshino knocked softly on the wooden door to the kitchen of the Uozumi residence. There was no answer. He tried again, but still no one came to the door. Puzzled as to why there was no one around, he turned to search for his friend somewhere else, when all of a sudden, there was a loud sound of something falling, and a series of coughs and sputters, as the door he'd knocked on before, opened up, revealing a white-faced (literally) Kogure, save the spot around the eyes, where his glasses should have been, now held between the man's hands and his shirt to wipe off clean.
"Ohayo, Hiro-"
Koshino blinked. "Kimi?" Upon a short nod, he gasped, "What the hell happened to you?"
"Oh..." Kogure gave a nervous laugh, short on embarrassment. "Well, I was in my room, and, I thought I heard a knock, so I moved to open the door, but I accidentally tripped and landed on a bag of flour, and... well, you know-"
An exaggerated sweat drop fell down the back of Koshino’s head. The thing with his best friend (????) was that Kogure never complained that he was made to stay in the attic of the kitchen, for his room. He'd asked Kogure years ago, why he'd agreed to sleep in a dusty old storeroom, cleared to give space for him, but Kogure just smiled in his kindly manner, and said it was okay, since it was strategically placed just beside the kitchen. Well, Kogure WAS a good cook, but still, he didn't understand the bespectacled guy's logic and martyrism.
"Well... if you say so..." He shrugged.
"What brings you here, anyway?" Kogure suddenly asked, as he opened the door wider, beckoning his friend to enter. Koshino slipped in without much complaint, and seated himself to one of the chairs by the kitchen table, in a manner that he was facing the backrest of the chair, and Kogure as well. He slung his arms around the backrest, hugging it to keep himself in equilibrium, as he shifted his weight to the two hind legs of the furniture and his own legs, as he swung the chair back and forth lazily.
"Oh nothing much. I'm going to visit Ojeesan's mount today. It's been a week since I’ve last visited him, and I swear those thistles must have swarmed around him like a plague. If he only didn't like those sodding flowers too much, I'd have them removed and replaced by Casablanca’s."
Kogure smiled at his friend knowingly, as he produced a clean towel to wipe himself off. Koshino had been obsessed with white lilies, long before he even met him. When he had asked him why he was so fond of them, Koshino just looked at him strangely and smiled, saying that he just liked the way Casablanca’s seem to be always radiating off a strange, warm feeling, that always eases all his tensions and worries. He even said, "-they seem to be always smiling... but, at the same time, they're like tears..."
"Hello? Kimi? Are you still there?" Kogure suddenly woke up from his reverie, with Koshino hovering all over him... "Are you okay? Your fall must have hit your head harder than you thought. I better leave-"
"-NO!~" Kogure blinked, then blushed. "I- I mean... I'm okay... Stay."
"Are you sure? You should rest, you know..." but Koshino didn't make any move to leave. "Anyway, are you coming?"
"huh? where?"
"-with me... I could use a little company- and help-... I've been out of sorts lately, and I badly needed someone to talk to-" Koshino had looked downcast that Kogure was too certain he knew what the matter was- or what, I mean, WHO it was about, at the least. And suddenly, he felt the need to sit down, and settling himself on the nearest chair he can find, he prepared himself for the worst-
"It's... It's about him..." It came out as a whisper, as Kogure looked at the suddenly interesting floor. "...isn't it?" Without asking, he already knew it was. But, just in case...
Koshino smiled a little sadly, and nodded. Kogure closed his eyes tightly, steeling himself to be strong for his friend. Opening them, he feigned an encouraging smile and looked at the brunette before him, urging him to speak… Deep inside, he suddenly felt the usual hurt he feels whenever Koshino tells him about his messed-up-love life… And as usual, he barely formed a good enough advise to give his friend without hurting himself too much, or showing his pain through his eyes or voice…
Not that Koshino would ever notice that though… For someone who’s smart, Koshino can be a bit dense, and stupid…
Koshino then told him about the will Akira’s father had left for the young Sendoh, and the fact that the spiky-haired man was engaged to be married--- to another prince, nonetheless--- Kogure wanted to feel sorry for his best friend, but quite out of the blue, he suddenly had a most treacherous wish… He suddenly hoped that Sendoh’s gonna be marrying Rukawa, so he can have his best friend back… again…
[A/n: Whoa! It’s kinda long, and given a little plot!!! I’m inspired!!!]
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===+ Purveyor of Poisons +==
[A/n: the scenario: your best friend needs something from you… what would you do???]
Yohei’s POV
‘I need somewhere to stay… do you mind?’
Of course I don’t. I would give you my whole house if you ask for it…
‘There’s this place in the next kingdom… I need to go there… Can I borrow your horse?’
You have to ask? It’s yours…
‘ I…do you mind? I kinda messed with your mom’s garden… I had a lot of plants replaced by roses…’
-Like she’s ever made something out of the ample weeds she’d call a garden, in the first place… Actually, you’ve just made it look alive and thriving. You’ve always have had a green thumb, Hana…
‘I need your help… Actually, I need your connections… I want to apply as a gardener in the Royal palace of the Rukawa Kingdom… Will you help me?’
… whatever do you need to go there for, Hana? I know you love flowers, but, why the hell do you have to work as a gardener at a Royal Palace so far from home? Far from here? Isn’t my mom’s garden enough? What can working as a gardener there achieve? How about me???
‘---can I expect you to help me?’
You can always count on me, my dear… I am always here for you, whatever you decide to do… Although I may hate it, but for your happiness, I’ll do anything… Your happiness is my pleasure, Hana…
…
“Yohei! Yohei!!!”
“What happened? You seem excited…”
“Arigatou!!! I owe you a lot, my friend!!! I got the Job!!!”
my friend? Is that all I am to you??? “-That’s nice…”
“I can finally see him everyday!!!”
him???!!! “—Him?”
“Yah… And, I got you to thank for…”
What have I done..? I believe ‘suicide’ is the term I may be looking for to describe the stupidity I’ve involved myself in…
And so… I watched you leave… and let my tears fall a solitary way down my cheeks…
Was it the right thing? Did I just do the right thing? –of letting you go?
But, why do I sit here… waiting??? Is there a chance that you’ll come back?
I hope you do… Because as much as your happiness being my pleasure; my happiness is having you beside me…
// I need you… //
[A/n: I believe I’m becoming mushy… sorry… I’m really tired now, but I really wanted to finish this fic…]
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Character Introduction: Miscellany
[A/n: Introducing the Bakas who make everything the more fun, err… confusing… sweat drop Gomen, if the following characters don’t have a category of their own… They seem to have no common ‘roles’ in this fic that makes them go together…]
==+ Alter Egos +==
[A/n: Finally! A Best friend that doesn’t pine for the other! All those problems of the heart is making this fic all angst and sad… below is an example of a normal Best-of-Friends relationship that doesn’t involve any matter concerning cupid and his useless arrows (It could have been useful, were he to use it for more important things like making Koshino real and fallen madly in love with me… *sigh*) In fact, to simply put it, the following characters are simply… ‘Loveless’… Tsk *Tsk* Best friends are said to be one’s alter ego… It seems they really are, after all…]
“Toru-“
Toru looked up from the book he was reading, and regarded the unexpected visitor with a smile… “-Ichi! Come in!”
Sinichi Maki regarded him for a while, before giving himself the liberty of plopping himself on an ultra soft cushion, while still looking at his friend weirdly…
Toru was just about to return to the book he was reading a while ago, when he felt the gaze of Maki on him… Frowning, he turned to look at the… older guy?… again… “Is anything the matter?”
“Okay… What just happened to you?”
“???”
“Oh come on! I didn’t become your best friend for 20 years, just so that I’d be dense enough not to know that something’s up--- call it a best friend’s psycho sense, but I’m sure there’s something going on…”
“-Can’t really fool you, can I?”
Maki smirked… “you never will--- so, what’s eating ya?”
“Oh… nothing much…” A careless shrug. “My dad wanted me to marry someone off, and get stable for the rest of my life…”
“Oh… so?”
“-I dunno… Marriage is kinda far from my mind… It just don’t strike me as much as it does to others…”
“It’s okay then… If that’s how you feel about it, why bother yourself with it? Just tell your dad-“
“-My dad threatened to disinherit me if I don’t marry someone…”
“Oh.” When realization finally dawned, Maki had the sense to be quiet…
Toru was just about to return to his reading, when he felt those eyes again… “Would you stop looking at me???”
“What are you gonna do about it?”
Shrug. “-I’ll just do as dad tells me to, and live happily ever after… Now, can I return to what I’m reading without you boring a hole through me???”
“Yeah… yah, whatever…” Maki even gave a lazy gesture for him to do as he please. Sighing, he settled to do just so… when…
“okay, what is it again???”
“you have any prospects??? For a bride, I mean…”
A heavy sigh… “ Actually, no… I never really thought there’d be a need to… associate myself with another person just yet…”
“-so, technically, that makes you single and available… and a complete prude!”
Toru gave him a curious look…
“-a VIRGIN prude, to be exact---“
“what’s your point? I doubt you’ve had any luck yourself…”
“the point is, if you continue locking yourself in this room, reading that goddamn book, you’ll never find yourself a bride or a husband at any rate…”
“Speak for yourself; you do a mighty share of outdoor exploration yourself, but I don’t see you with anyone…”
“The thing is… they don’t like geeks too much. (OUCH! I’m HURT!!!)”
“---nor do they like oyajis…”
// I’m sure it hit something…//
…
silence…
…
Toru figured Maki had nothing more to say… Sighing softly to himself, he once again, returned his gaze back to his book, when there IT was again!!!!
“MAKI!!!!!!!”
[A/n: sorry if it’s long and pointless… it’s 1:44 am in my watch, and I pretty need to sleep now… Just a Few more, though…]
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==+ The Object of THEIR Affection +==
[A/n: What would you feel if you are object to two of the SD guy’s affection? Yup! I’d be pretty ecstatic too… (Especially if it’s Koshino: However, if ever it IS Koshi-kun, I guess, the other SD guy’s already busted!!! Hehehe) But… everyone has different reactions to certain things—like this one, for example:]
Kaede Rukawa looked at the flower in his hand, with half-hearted interest… //-not another one// Everyday, he gets a stem of a white rose placed on a table just outside his bedroom door… And every time, he’d look at the unwanted flower wryly, as though hoping it to wilt at his glare… Of course, it didn’t, so having no idea what to do with it, he had every flower he received placed in a small vase, and placed in… he don’t know. he just made it clear that he wanted the flower in a vase, and they can put the vase anywhere…
As he usually did, he had the flower stacked away with the rest, and checking his ‘schedule’ for the day, he set out to do them as planned. It seemed to him, he was to sleep until 11 in the morning, then do something really boring for the next hour or so, and he can resume his sleep until three… Well, not wanting to delay anything, he set out to do the first agenda on his list earlier than usual… But, then, he suddenly noticed a small piece of paper that he remembered to be something important which he’d just filed away… until the time he felt the need to open it… Right then and there, was certainly not the time he was talking about, but reaching a hand to unroll it, he cast a quick glance at its contents, before snorting at it, and throwing it somewhere.
Forgetting about the paper again, he turned towards his bed, and did his morning routine of sleeping the whole day long…
[a/n: okay, it needs a little working on, and I know there’s a lot of things omitted here, and a lot of questions left unanswered, but… I can’t give away everything, can I? This is just a prologue!!!]
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==+ Sibling Differences +==
[A/n: This is proof that brothers are complete opposites, and doesn’t take at all after their parents… The conversation below was accidentally heard by a great source of mine (*ahem* who could that source be??? *innocently*), and can make you wonder if they were real brothers, or were they just adopted?]
“Good morning, Ken…”
(grumbles) “What’s so good about it???”
“Seems like someone woke up at the wrong side of the bed---“
“Ch. What’s for breakfast?”
“There’s bread in the table… and coffee, if u want…”
“Let me rephrase myself--- what’s edible around here?”
“…Oh, there’s pretty much a lot of food on the fridge… (is there even a fridge before??? Let’s juz assume there is) see if you can cook something…”
cold stare… “-what do you mean, ‘see if I can cook something?’ Where the hell is Kogure-san? He’s supposed to have served breakfast since, like- before I got down to eat-“ (irritated)
(smile) “Cool down, bro- anyway, today’s Kogure-san’s day off, remember?” (do they give day off’s before???)
(grumble) “So??? Stop beating around the bush, and tell me where he is-“
“He’s gone with Koshino-san to the Ryonan Forest. I believe they were to visit Mr. Anzai’s tomb again…”
(irritated again) “ didn’t he even leave any food around? Ch.”
“-I don’t think so… I think he forgot or something. I mean, he even forgot to clean the house before he left.”
(cute pout) “Mou…” (suddenly, his big blue eyes turned to sad-puppy-dog ones) Jin-san… cook me breakfast, will you…?”
scratch head “Err… I dunno…”
“…Onegai???” (sadder-puppy-dog-eyes)
“it’s okay, I guess…(Fujima’s puppy dog-eyes sparkled in delight), but you’ll have to do the cleaning… I heard father’s gonna have a guest today- He had asked me to clean up a little, but if I’m to cook you breakfast, you’ll have to do me a little favor, too-“
(…)”---c-clean the house??? As in… remove those dusts and cobwebs and… some other dirty thingies on the walls???”
“Uh huh…”
“b-but, what about Kogure-san? He was supposed to be the one who’s going to clean the house-“
“I know… But, he’s not available right now, and at best, he’d be back before sundown… Father’s guest should be arriving a little after noon-“
“b-but… cleaning involves a lot of dusting, and that would mean, I’ll have to get dirty and it’s a lot of hard work!!!! My hands can get calloused!!!”
“Well, cooking’s kinda hard, too… I mean, with the heat, and the sharp knives and everything…” (Secretly finds it amusing to torture his brother)
(looks at Jin unbelievably)… “you’re not serious… You don’t actually mean that, do you, brother???” (teary-eyed)
“-“ (is currently thinking about something like // you’re getting out of hand, Jin! Do your big bro a small favor, and make him his sodding breakfast… He looks like he’s about to cry…// then, as an afterthought… //let’s see if he really cries… *hehe*//
(sees that Jin is set on annoying him… turns to his last resort-) (screams) “FATHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
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Somewhere on the large Sendoh Kingdom, specifically on a particular huge mansion, a large bulky man was currently having a well-deserved sleep… When suddenly, a ear-splitting scream was heard that caused him to suddenly bolt awake…
“Damn! What the hell is he hollering for???” Inwardly, Uozumi groaned, as he got himself up and away from the comfortable sheets… //where did he learn to holler like that in the first place??? (he have to ask????) HE could wake up the dead!!!// “Who’s the stupid person who said Fatherhood is the greatest thing that could happen to man’s life, anyway?? I could certainly use without it…”
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[A/n: Uozumi’s the FATHER??? What the-… This could only mean one thing… Jin and Fujima’s adopted!~ I mean… they don’t even look like each other, nor are they even of the same team… (Kainan, Ryonan, and Shoyo)… But, wait… where else could have Fujima gotten that loud shrill of his??? Curious… very curious, indeed…]
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==+ The Trouble of Being a Squire +==
[A/n: no comment… kinda self-explanatory already…Oh yeah…(I am quite forgetful, so I take every opportunity I get to insert anything about everything… hehehe… sowee) this is another scenario wherein a best friend doesn’t glomp the other…(not that they ever do that, anyway… As far as I’m concerned, the preferred-semes who does the glomping, are all not interested (sez who???)…yet…, and are the one who the preferred-ukes are pining for… Nope… I don’t think there’s any glomping done here…)]
Miyagi scanned the whole place warily, looking for any sign of a witness as to what he was about to do. Inwardly, he cursed the sodding-spoiled-brat-of-a-prince, Hisashi, for getting him into such a stupid idea of escape--- He didn’t understand much the plan, though because he wasn’t paying much attention, but knowing that it was Hisashi who schemed it, he was sure as hell that everything will backfire or go wrong, and since he was the one doing the dirty job between the two of them, he’s the one at risk of being killed or chased after by angry mobs of villagers, or by King Akagi, himself.
Mentally, he kicked himself for being stupid at allowing himself to be involved. Sure, one part of his mind said, Hisashi may be the prince, but… that was just about it! Hisashi WAS the prince! How come he has to steal some peasant clothes off one of the farmer’s few clean wardrobes, and steal their OWN horse off the Royal Stable, just to help in the prince’s mighty plan of escape??? Can’t he have just ordered someone from his hundreds of loyal servants to get him a horse, and can’t he bully anyone of his servants to fetch him a clean set of clothes, rather than ask him – order him around, to be precise- to steal some and risk the possibility of being caught and marked ’PERVERT’ for the rest of his life???…
What kind of explanation is “…I don’t want to be caught… Gori has bound to have ordered every servants here to not let me out of the palace, and there is every chance that they may snitch on me…”, anyway? The fact that King Akagi had forbidden him to leave the palace for a while may be a little harsh. But it was a disciplinary measure… The question at hand though, was, WHY DID HE HAVE TO STEAL??? (Hisashi had looked at him strangely then, and asked in a clipped and annoyed tone, “Weren’t you listening to me???”)
Really… He can’t understand the loony guy’s logic…
Sighing, he made to focus on the task at hand… All he had to do was grab one of the clothes hung on the dry line, and make a dash for it, before anyone spotted him… And, he fervently hope no one spotted him, or Hisashi’s gonna be dead… Mentally preparing himself, he counted to three before---
“Ah! You PERVERT!!! What are you doing with my Clothes???”
ACK!!!! //What the---// Instinctively, he turned to see who it was. A man was looking at him suspiciously, holding a shovel of some sort, as though he’d just come from a hard day’s planting on the field. The man was harmless enough, but the shovel he was holding looked quite sharp and painful… Realizing he was in no position to argue, and having the sense to not mess with someone armed, he broke off into a run. As fast as his feet could carry him, he scampered off away from that place followed by the man, hoping that he could outrun it and shake it off his tail, or he swear *someone’s* gonna die… When he’d gotten far enough, he turned to look if he was being tailed after, and seeing that he was not (must have lost the guy, he was pretty quick for a guy so small), he took a sigh of relieve. //That was easy enough.// he thought. Having escaped unscratched from the ‘clothes-stealing’ incident, he was more or less ready to forgive Hisashi, and let him live a little longer… // Now, all I’ve gotta do is to get me a horse---*Ack!*// On second thought, killing Hisashi sounded just fine right about that moment…
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~OWARI prologue~
[a/n: what was that all about??? I am so tired already, I can hardly see what I am typing. Sorry, if Miyagi’s story is a bit… boring and weird. This is just an introductory fic, after all… And I guess, that’s all there is… (there isn’t any more…)
At LAST!!! I finished the Prologue *phew*… It was kinda tiring, and long…
Please review… I’d like to know what you think about it, and whether or not I should finish it…Thanks. My email is koshkun@yahoo,com. Thank you!!!]
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