Mario Salieri 2010 Online

Wrong Impression

I am back after more than a year of inactivity, with my fanfiction on Slam Dunk.
Firstly, it is my duty and pleasure to communicate the news: I'm in London!
For the next six months at least I'll live, I will work, I will breathe the air and the life of London.
Then, I will continue to edit the story on the Samurai, but if as I hope, I had to Start pouring finally working at the hospital, I will not have much time.
But now we move to the new chapter of Beautiful Stranger, the earliest due to Acknowledgments

akinera rapid and highly efficient as ever in his betaggio.

4. Wrong impressions

time education physics.

Ueara The professor, a big man, all muscles with a tight shirt unthinkable that threatened to tear at any moment under the tension of the abnormal mass, had forced the students of the 1 - 10 to play basketball. Michael suffered at seeing his favorite sport to pieces, crushed and shaken to its foundations by schappe similar to what were his companions. The more I looked, the more he became convinced that they were an insult to all sports, without distinction of any kind. Kyoko And we put it to its worse.

"Waaah! Then you've really done, "cried The Japanese, attracting the attention of the professor who gave them a dirty look.
"Cry louder ... my, which incidentally are still in Italy, you have not heard mica."
"I was sure of it! I knew it was your destiny! "
" Sorry, but how did you believe? "Nami asked, intrigued.
"Let's say that we thought someone else in my place. Coach Anzai had already sensed. However, " he said pointing Kyoko, "you were right. Rukawa is Bravin. "
" Bravin?! Bravi!? AND 'THE GOD OF THE BASKET! "
" Matsura, "Ueara really had boxes full of that group. "Since you have enough breath to spare, comes into play,"
"But ..."
"Now!"
Kyoko jumped up and ran toward the basket, putting himself in a position that no companion was able to pass the ball. But, after all, had been ordered to enter the field, not to play!
Rukawa watched the scene composed silence, dozing occasionally leaning against the wall. He could not waste time with those of his fellow losers. And the real training began at that time for three and had to be fresh and rested. He had not, however, deal with the prof, who was angry, for this total indifference on the part of his students, he was determined and retaliate against someone in the field and sent him to the sound of kicking butt. Just a couple of baskets and then could return to his favorite activity, she told him.
said than done. In less than no time he intercepted a ball and started running it was dribbling toward the basket, then jumped and made a dunk portentous.
Needless to say three quarters of the women were in public worship, including Kyoko.
Rukawa was not just another ball in his hands went back to the basket, already looking forward to his well-deserved nap and pre-workout, however, he found himself with a handful of flies, someone he could not know how to stripping the ball from his hands and now ran in the opposite direction to its .
When he recovered from the shock, it was too late, his opponent had just scored two points with a stylish jump shot.
The blonde who was in class with him, that had come into his own team as a manager, what was his name ... that Belvedere had dared to humiliate in that way and he could not bear it, for if there was one thing he hated more than being Rukawa Kaede woke in the middle of a nap, that was missed.

"I heard today that you did stunts." Akagi approached Michael during training, making them take a shot. Not that he would be all that much: a one meter and ninety seven big man with a face like a gorilla is not really the maximum of beauty.
"What are you talking about?" she asked, pretending to fall from the clouds.
As if she .. Kyoko had broken all day on lfatto who was allowed to humiliate Rukawa.
Humble, then, that big word!
Sure, he had felt a bit 'satisfaction in removing the ball from his hands, had to admit it.
"It is not easy to steal the ball to Rukawa."
'It was just a coincidence. "She said, yet again, turning then to the freshmen. "Hey, you! Lower those hips! It 's a basketball game, not a fashion show! "
Rukawa that he felt called upon because of those two, could not help but hear their conversation. But because no one would own sprouts? Already it was humiliating for him to have been beaten, and more from a female, but constantly feel the comments of the idiots of his friends sent him on a rampage.
"Hey, you stupid fox!" Idiot of Sakuragi interrupted his thoughts, "then you're not that great, if you are fooled by a girl!" Continued the red-haired, bursting into laughter, quickly interrupted by a heavy fist on his Akagi poor pumpkin.
Now, Kaede could pick up where it left off: he had to settle the matter once and for all, and there was only one way to do it.

Michael was doing some shooting for goal, like every night he was holding Akira Taoka and his companions more than they should, and, after yet another run was made the ball into the basket with a hook.
Another sharp pain in his knees forced her to stop for breath.
When he lifted his head, he found himself in front of Rukawa who was staring at her, holding her ball of the Phoenix Suns. Without saying a word, the Japanese put icy ground her purse and ran toward the basket and made a powerful dunk that shook the backboard. Then he took up the ball and came up.
"You have come to show how good you are?" Asked the girl, crossing her arms. "You're good. Now give me back the ball and disappear. "
" I dare you. A one-on-one. Now. "He handed her the celestial sphere and purple and waited for an answer, which of course would have to be yes, otherwise it would be taken down from there, even if we spend the night.
"No." she said dryly, trying to recover the ball, but he pulled his arm back. "Listen, I have no time to waste with you. I gotta go home and it is best to do it too. "
other hand, silence.
"If it is for today, I'm sorry. It 'was just luck. I promise not to steal more ball during a practice match, happy? "
Not that he was not happy! Who is believed to be to say this to him, Kaede Rukawa? He had to come up against her and humiliate her, the only way would have been satisfied.
"Are you afraid of losing?"
Michelle pursed his lips and eyes reduced to two slots and secure it with hate.
had Rukawa past the limit.
Michael was strange, but Akira said to him sometimes, because you could say it all, to offend in any way, even the worst, but no one would dare to give him the coward. And the loser.
If there was one thing he hated Michael Belvedere with her whole being, that was missed.
At least in this Rukawa and she felt the same way.
"Thou sought." asserted the girl, bending over and placing the best guardian. "Apply all the shots. The cavalry requires that I should start. "
The Japanese, annoyed and threw the ball was positioned in front of her, ready to begin.
Michael began to dribble, at first slowly, then faster and faster and tried to distance itself; fake a couple of times, but he could scollarselo off, then made him pass the ball between the legs, taking the opponent guard, grabbed him again and performed a lay-up that went to sign.
Rukawa's rage had reached unimaginable limits, so he decided he would do really serious this time - not before he had not committed, but he was still playing against a woman.
The game of the boy immediately became much more aggressive and not let any space and ground point after point.
During the last action in an attempt to stop him, Michael made a motion too abrupt that forced her to stop, excruciating pain, the player of Shohoku took advantage and went back to the basket, throw in the ball with one of the finest crushed that they had never seen - in Japan, at least.
And now look at the top of his superiority, while she continued to sit on the floor, his gaze lowered.
Without saying a word, the young man took his bag and went out.

Kuro-chan walked to Michael's room is completely dark. With a jump on the bed and was soon drew near the girl's hand, first began to lick and finally to bite, but she had no desire to play.
head against the wall and closed his eyes, trying with difficulty to hold back the tears that threatened to rigarle face.
not understand why he had so much wanted to cry, if the sharp pain in my knee which showed no signs to want to drop, although the ice pack pressed against this, or if the humiliation suffered.
Only one thing was certain: the tears were never so much love.