by Star Mirage
The standard disclaimer - Slam Dunk belongs to Takehiko Inoue and etc.
Warning: HanaRu story.
Author's note: Special thanks to Bianka Lanon, who are my pre-reader and press-corrector.
Any comments are welcome!
Part 1 - "The ghost?!"
Does it hurt?
No...
It's oddly...
Why?
Because I remember that I was knocked down by a car. It hurt. It hurt a lot... Earlier... But now it doesn't. Why?..Hanamichi thoughtfully looked round the room and almost jumped out of the skin. His eyes were wide with horror.
"It can't be!.. It's impossible!.. I must be dreaming!.."
Before him on a bed was laid... he himself.
"But... How it can be?! If I'm here, then why I'm there?!"
He cautiously came nearer to his 'double' and took a look at him. The unusually pale, almost lifeless face... The bandages all over his body... The bandage on his head, on which fell disobedient red locks of hair... The heap of wires and devices...
Hanamichi began to shiver. This double that lay before him resembled him very much... The boy reached his hand out to the stranger's shoulder.
"Hey, you!" he said. "Why are you so similar to me?! Huh?! Hey, wake up and answer to a tensai!"
But when Hanamichi was about to touch the boy's shoulder... his hand passed through boy as through thin air. Hanamichi did it again, but with the same results.
Then something clicked in his mind and with a panicked shout he recoiled from the motionless body.
"Whaaaaa! I'm a ghost! Whaaaa!!!"
Yes, Hanamichi had became a ghost and there on a bed laid his own comatose body... Indignant, annoyed, the overanxious boy ran about the room, and yelled on at the top of his lungs.
"I'm a ghost! I don't wanna be a ghost! I'm a tensai, but how will I be playing basketball if I'm intangible, invisible and I'm a ghost!?.. I don't wanna be a ghost!.."
And etc. Endlessly.
Tired of his own wails, Hanamichi wearily lowered himself to the floor. Having leant his back to the wall and extended his legs, he gloomyly stared at his former body.
End of part 1
© Star Mirage, 2000