Three Point Line [1/?]
Title: Three Point Line [1/?]
Author: KantanaAmaya
Rating: G
Pairing: TBA
Genre: High School AU
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Arashi. Or basketball. Trust me, I really know NOTHING about basketball.
Summary: When your high school is all about sports, how do you incorporate yourself into a world you weren't meant to belong in?
Author's Note: This is it! The beginning of the fanfiction those who have read Birthday Kiss will have heard of. I have a tendency to forgot about multi-chapters, but not this time!! I'm going to stick with it, so please support me. =]
Word Count: 836
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'It is official,' Sakurai thought. 'I have definitely wasted my first two years of high school.' The idea was a saddening one, although it was true for the senior. Not in the sense that his grades fell; that was quite the opposite. As a matter of fact, he was at the top of his class. His problem was his popularity. The main problem? Sakurai Sho had none. He was intellectual and very good looking, but his problem came to sports. Sho considered himself 'kind of okay' at soccer, however, any other sport was not even an option.
And that was where his problem resided.
“Girls at this school are all about sports, so train this year and try out next year. Trust me,” he remembered telling a group of upcoming freshman last year. Some of them actually took his advice, too. That ticked him off. They'd be in the same boat he was without his help!
“I didn't even get a thank you for that. Ungrateful little brats,” the senior thought, slipping into his khaki slacks. The tall male put on his freshly ironed white dress shirt next, hastily fastening each button with precision. Next was the tie, a navy blue, which was also done easily. After putting on uniforms for so many years, Sakurai thought he could probably do it with his eyes closed. On someone else. Grabbing his school bag from his desk chair, Sho exited his bedroom and walked downstairs into the kitchen, immediately preparing himself a cup of coffee. Without it every morning, he was not sure if he could safely function properly. Honestly, he probably could, but he sure felt much better with the stimulating substance. Gulping it down in a rush, he hurriedly gobbled down his toast and inhaled his bowl of rice, taking his school bag with him to the door to now put on his shoes. Sliding into the black dress shoes easily, the teenager shouted an “I'm off!” behind him, leaving immediately once he heard the door shut.
His normal walk to school was uneventful, but that was the only extra exercise he really put in on a regular basis, so he didn't complain. On his trip, he saw someone from the school's kendo team, talking to two very pretty girls who were obviously older than him. Of course, all three were from his school. The two girls were in his class, while this other guy looked like a first year. Sho huffed. It was so unfair. Just because he couldn't play sports didn't mean he should have to be alone! That was just it. Never during his high school career had Sakurai Sho had a girlfriend. It was ridiculous. Why did all of the girls aim for a group of probably no more than 20 guys at a time anyway? That was stupid.
'Girls are stupid. Doesn't mean I don't want one, though. I'm just...not athletic. There has to be a way for me to be on the team without playing, though...”
That was then an idea of pure genius struck. He arrived at the school gates with a smile on his face, switching shoes and putting them in his locker before checking the large bulletin board where every scrap of news that went around was posted. Fortunately for Sho, the paper he wanted to see was exactly where he wanted it to be.
BASKETBALL TRYOUTS THIS AFTERNOON.
Smirking, Sakurai moved to back away from the board, but as he did, he noticed a slightly familiar face looking at the same poster he was. The young man was taller than he was, and very thin, but he was still very handsome, probably around the same rank Sho was on that metaphorical scale. The senior knew he had seen that face before, but it didn't dawn on him until the student spoke.
“Nice seeing you again, Sakurai-senpai. I decided to take your advice, although I didn't train like you said,” the student said calmly, although the corner of his mouth turned up as if it wanted to form into a proper smirk.
“Ah! You were one of those kids I led around. Ma...Ma...Matsumoto!” Sho was proud for remembering, but he didn't like the looks of this newer student. Sure, they had already been in school for awhile, considering it was November, but before now, Sakurai never noticed the first year walking around anywhere. But now, he had his height as an advantage, and height was one necessity in basketball. That gave him a bit of dislike against the other male on this 'first' meeting.
“Yeah. Matsumoto Jun. I'm going for center, what about you?”
Sakurai looked at him blankly for a moment, but before he could catch himself, Matsumoto explained.
“The basketball tryouts. What position do you want?” Jun asked again, wondering if the older student was okay. It was a bit strange to just zone out like that...
“Oh, that's right. I want to be the team's manager.”
.:.To Be Continued.:.
Author's Note 2: Very short first chapter, but a first chapter nonetheless! How was it? I'm not sure how well it turned out. It's very Sakurai-centric, isn't it? When I had this idea, I was going to make it Ninomiya-centric, but that just didn't work. Oh well. =P And there is a real reason for the title, but it is a very stupid reason, so I'm debating on whether I should explain it or not. XD I'll end my AN2 here so it isn't longer than the chapter, but please read and comment! =]
Author: KantanaAmaya
Rating: G
Pairing: TBA
Genre: High School AU
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Arashi. Or basketball. Trust me, I really know NOTHING about basketball.
Summary: When your high school is all about sports, how do you incorporate yourself into a world you weren't meant to belong in?
Author's Note: This is it! The beginning of the fanfiction those who have read Birthday Kiss will have heard of. I have a tendency to forgot about multi-chapters, but not this time!! I'm going to stick with it, so please support me. =]
Word Count: 836
.:.
'It is official,' Sakurai thought. 'I have definitely wasted my first two years of high school.' The idea was a saddening one, although it was true for the senior. Not in the sense that his grades fell; that was quite the opposite. As a matter of fact, he was at the top of his class. His problem was his popularity. The main problem? Sakurai Sho had none. He was intellectual and very good looking, but his problem came to sports. Sho considered himself 'kind of okay' at soccer, however, any other sport was not even an option.
And that was where his problem resided.
“Girls at this school are all about sports, so train this year and try out next year. Trust me,” he remembered telling a group of upcoming freshman last year. Some of them actually took his advice, too. That ticked him off. They'd be in the same boat he was without his help!
“I didn't even get a thank you for that. Ungrateful little brats,” the senior thought, slipping into his khaki slacks. The tall male put on his freshly ironed white dress shirt next, hastily fastening each button with precision. Next was the tie, a navy blue, which was also done easily. After putting on uniforms for so many years, Sakurai thought he could probably do it with his eyes closed. On someone else. Grabbing his school bag from his desk chair, Sho exited his bedroom and walked downstairs into the kitchen, immediately preparing himself a cup of coffee. Without it every morning, he was not sure if he could safely function properly. Honestly, he probably could, but he sure felt much better with the stimulating substance. Gulping it down in a rush, he hurriedly gobbled down his toast and inhaled his bowl of rice, taking his school bag with him to the door to now put on his shoes. Sliding into the black dress shoes easily, the teenager shouted an “I'm off!” behind him, leaving immediately once he heard the door shut.
His normal walk to school was uneventful, but that was the only extra exercise he really put in on a regular basis, so he didn't complain. On his trip, he saw someone from the school's kendo team, talking to two very pretty girls who were obviously older than him. Of course, all three were from his school. The two girls were in his class, while this other guy looked like a first year. Sho huffed. It was so unfair. Just because he couldn't play sports didn't mean he should have to be alone! That was just it. Never during his high school career had Sakurai Sho had a girlfriend. It was ridiculous. Why did all of the girls aim for a group of probably no more than 20 guys at a time anyway? That was stupid.
'Girls are stupid. Doesn't mean I don't want one, though. I'm just...not athletic. There has to be a way for me to be on the team without playing, though...”
That was then an idea of pure genius struck. He arrived at the school gates with a smile on his face, switching shoes and putting them in his locker before checking the large bulletin board where every scrap of news that went around was posted. Fortunately for Sho, the paper he wanted to see was exactly where he wanted it to be.
BASKETBALL TRYOUTS THIS AFTERNOON.
Smirking, Sakurai moved to back away from the board, but as he did, he noticed a slightly familiar face looking at the same poster he was. The young man was taller than he was, and very thin, but he was still very handsome, probably around the same rank Sho was on that metaphorical scale. The senior knew he had seen that face before, but it didn't dawn on him until the student spoke.
“Nice seeing you again, Sakurai-senpai. I decided to take your advice, although I didn't train like you said,” the student said calmly, although the corner of his mouth turned up as if it wanted to form into a proper smirk.
“Ah! You were one of those kids I led around. Ma...Ma...Matsumoto!” Sho was proud for remembering, but he didn't like the looks of this newer student. Sure, they had already been in school for awhile, considering it was November, but before now, Sakurai never noticed the first year walking around anywhere. But now, he had his height as an advantage, and height was one necessity in basketball. That gave him a bit of dislike against the other male on this 'first' meeting.
“Yeah. Matsumoto Jun. I'm going for center, what about you?”
Sakurai looked at him blankly for a moment, but before he could catch himself, Matsumoto explained.
“The basketball tryouts. What position do you want?” Jun asked again, wondering if the older student was okay. It was a bit strange to just zone out like that...
“Oh, that's right. I want to be the team's manager.”
.:.To Be Continued.:.
Author's Note 2: Very short first chapter, but a first chapter nonetheless! How was it? I'm not sure how well it turned out. It's very Sakurai-centric, isn't it? When I had this idea, I was going to make it Ninomiya-centric, but that just didn't work. Oh well. =P And there is a real reason for the title, but it is a very stupid reason, so I'm debating on whether I should explain it or not. XD I'll end my AN2 here so it isn't longer than the chapter, but please read and comment! =]