Ficlet: Slam Dunk
Fandom: Slam Dunk
Genre: Gen. Ficlet.
Rating: G.
Fic Notes: Theme #13 for Slam Dunk at 20themes. Crossposted here.
Personal Notes: Haven't written in this fandom for ages. Grasp of characters very shaky. Can barely remember canon. Don't know why I did it. Must scratch the itch.
The school newspaper reported the game later on, no matter that it was unofficial and spontaneous. A push had lead to a shove, which then lead to a snarled challenge for a one-on-one, and by all means it could have just ended right there on the court. But it had been a long time coming, and was destined to be a long time going.
Word of the game even reached Coach Anzai, who made a brief appearance at the school just to see if there was anything worth using for his own teachings. But he was quite disappointed, for all the actual game involved was name-calling and attempts to screw up the other's trademark moves. Coach Anzai left after ten minutes, not caring for humiliation challenges.
The game was mostly forgotten over time, as was the fate of many legendary high school sports events. But even as the colours and banners changed, some things refused to.
"Have they always been like that?" Sakuragi asks.
Miyagi nods, the apparent expert. "Takatoh and Taoka have always been at each other's throats. But now they just throw other people at each other's throats."
"They're not professionals, like our coach," Sakuragi says. "Right, old man?"
From the floor, Kiyota shouts, "You shut up about our coach!"
Anzai just laughs, and waits for it to happen all over again.
Genre: Gen. Ficlet.
Rating: G.
Fic Notes: Theme #13 for Slam Dunk at 20themes. Crossposted here.
Personal Notes: Haven't written in this fandom for ages. Grasp of characters very shaky. Can barely remember canon. Don't know why I did it. Must scratch the itch.
The school newspaper reported the game later on, no matter that it was unofficial and spontaneous. A push had lead to a shove, which then lead to a snarled challenge for a one-on-one, and by all means it could have just ended right there on the court. But it had been a long time coming, and was destined to be a long time going.
Word of the game even reached Coach Anzai, who made a brief appearance at the school just to see if there was anything worth using for his own teachings. But he was quite disappointed, for all the actual game involved was name-calling and attempts to screw up the other's trademark moves. Coach Anzai left after ten minutes, not caring for humiliation challenges.
The game was mostly forgotten over time, as was the fate of many legendary high school sports events. But even as the colours and banners changed, some things refused to.
"Have they always been like that?" Sakuragi asks.
Miyagi nods, the apparent expert. "Takatoh and Taoka have always been at each other's throats. But now they just throw other people at each other's throats."
"They're not professionals, like our coach," Sakuragi says. "Right, old man?"
From the floor, Kiyota shouts, "You shut up about our coach!"
Anzai just laughs, and waits for it to happen all over again.