Chapter One – Discipline
Yamamoto lay flat on his back. The sun beat down hard on his aching muscles, and he found himself enjoying the unusual heat. Summer vacation had nearly come. Baseball practice had been particularly hard. He had flattened himself against the bench almost three hours ago, and forgotten to get up again.
He could feel himself slipping steadily away. He wanted to sleep… wanted so very badly to sleep. He knew he should be getting back home, to Takesushi, but he really didn't want to move. It was rare for him to find the chance to relax. He wanted to seize the opportunity while he could.
He had sunk so deep into the uncomfortable warmth, he didn't realize when a soft footstep announced the arrival of the greatest threat in school.
"What are you doing here, Yamamoto Takeshi?"
Yamamoto sat bolt upright, his head whipping around to find a tonfa barely an inch from his nose. He knew immediately who it must be. He lifted one hand, scratching anxiously at the base of his neck.
"Ahahaha… Hibari…" He tried not to let his voice shake.
Hibari just glared at him. There was no herbivore who irritated him more than Yamamoto.
"School is over." Hibari told him coldly, "What are you doing here?"
"Ha… well… I…"
Hibari did not give him the chance to answer as his right tonfa made sharp contact with the baseball-player's nose.