Like Stars On Earth
Summery: Yamato has a younger brother who loves to play baseball, even though his skills are completely lacking. But when Yamato wants to do suicide when he breaks his arm, his little brother might finally be a sports star in someone eyes. Two-Shot
Rating: T for Tee, Like In Softball! :D
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Even Though This Is SUPPOSED To Be About Baseball! :D
Disclaimer: I Don't Own Reborn Or Yamato, But I DO Own The-Sucky-Baseball-Player, Kouta!
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I Have No Other Comments! :D
A/N:
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The Radio Says: Who Says By Selena Gomez
Lol XD
It Seems To Fit Kouta, I Can Just Picture Him Signing This! XD
Except For The Fact That It's Sung By A Girl, You Can See It Too Right? Lol FAIL. XDXDXDXD
Yamato stared at the ground underneath him. He was on the school roof, on the other side of the rusty fence, that could fall apart any minute, where there was a thin ledge. Any one who would do such a thing would be certain for suicide.
Which is exactly what Yamato wanted.
He looked sadly as his broken right arm, unable to play baseball now. He sadly remembered his baseball days; playing catch with dad, Little League, teaching his baby brother the basics, PE, recess, all those school teams…
He shook his head as he began to bring one foot forward, about to walk off the ledge.
BZZZZZ
Yamato stopped mid-step; debating whether or not to ignore his cell phone. He thought about it some more and looked at the bright sun, as if looking for guidance. He hesitated as he brought his foot back to the ledge; he dug into his pocket with his good arm, bringing out the familiar blue and black cell phone.
Caller ID:
KOUTA
Yamato pursed his lips. He flipped open the cell phone to see his younger brother's text.
hey bro! where are you?
Yamato reread the text, trying to remember if he was supposed to be somewhere…
BBZZZZ
Another text from Kouta…
Kouta, Yamato's younger brother who was about 12 years old in 7th grade in a middle school about a couple blocks farther up (on a school scholarship that Yamato has long since forgotten the name of), who was usually trailing around his older brother like a lost puppy, causing some girls on the street who loved moe (or yaoi ^^) to go into happy glees. But even without it, the two were popular in their schools. And some found it odd how Kouta was like his brother in many ways; he was always optimistic as well, both having O blood, and the two sharing a deep love for baseball. But the two of them had a single big difference that made people wonder if they were truly related,
Kouta couldn't play baseball.
Kouta had a love for baseball, perhaps even deeper than his older brother's, falling in love with it when he had first seen it when he was a 13-month year old baby, seeing it playing on the television on ESPN, Twins VS Red Sox, the Red Sox winning by a mile, the Red Sox then becoming a bit more commonly known as "Kouta's team" in their household ever since. Kouta began picking up every kind of sphere, every kind of stick, and trying to hit it as far as he could, which would usually be about a foot. But, he never got much better, and to most people's surprise he wasn't jealous of his older brother.
"Yamato is real good and he makes me want to be better! Why would I be jealous when he just pumps me up when we play!"
Kouta wasn't an utter failure at everything he did though, he had many other talents; he could happily play a guitar perfectly after half a year of playing, his art teacher thought he could walk on water, Kouta never got less than 85% on any of his math tests, he was in advanced chemistry, he got good grades, Kouta had been a black belt in Judo for about 2 years now, he was presently taking Hwa Rang Do (another kind of martial arts),he was always picked first for almost everything athletic (except for, naturally, baseball), and yet, even though he was talented all of these things, he loved and wanted to do baseball above all else. It seemed sad to Yamato that his younger brother couldn't play what he loved like he wanted to.
i got outta school early today remember? …
Yamato blinked, oh yeah, first and last Wednesday of every month…
… lets go play some baseball! :D
Yamato texted back awkwardly with one hand: cant. my arm is broken remember?
He leaned against the rusty gate, even though it could break any minute, patiently waiting for his brother's reply, deciding as his last moments, he'd like to text with his little brother a little longer.
so? remember what dad said? "theres more than one role to play is baseball!" we can play catch, you can do that with one arm! i think ive come up with a good strategy on how to catch your throws! :D
Yamato chuckled weakly: yeah sure… ;)
He closed his cell phone as he continued to stare down at the ground below him. He wanted to die, his brother didn't understand, but that didn't mean Yamato had to tell him.
Time seemed to go by slowly as he continued to stare down, smiling as he remembered all the good times he's had and he was glad for the life he's had. He blinked as he heard students behind him whisper and worry.
"Yamato this isn't funny!"
"You're taking it too far!"
Yamato turned his head sideways and blinked, had so much time passed that all these students gathered without his noticing? He sighed, guessing this was how'd it have to be, and smiled weakly, "Heh. Sorry, that's not true. After God threw away my baseball, I have nothing left." He began to take a step forward once again, smiling a bit stronger as he pictured Kouta's and his father's smiling faces...
"He's serious…"
"No way…!"
"The fence is rusty and might fall apart anytime too!"
Yamato felt a sudden familiar breeze fly by him, causing his good arm to instinctively reach out, grabbing whatever was just thrown at him. He opened his hand…
A baseball…
He looked behind him, in front of the group of students, wearing white collar shirts and black pants or skirts, was a boy dressed in a light blue school shirt with golden embroidery with matching pants, some students recognizing it as the school uniform from Tokugawa Academy, a kindergarten - high school for those with either good grades, or lots of cash.
He had dark brown hair that ended just below his ear that was half covered by an American baseball team; the Red Sox, cap messily on sideways, and had chocolate brown eyes. He had tan skin and freckles splattered across his cheeks and nose from being out in the sun so much. He smiled as he straightened up after having thrown the ball, a baseball mitt in his opposite hand, another one sticking out of his neon red backpack and he smiled wider.
"Kouta…" Yamato began, about to tell him to go home
"Hey bro'!" Kouta waved his right hand, covered by an old baseball mitt
Whispers began arise from behind the siblings, going "Yamato had a brother?", "Doesn't he see Yamato's about to jump off the roof?"
He pointed at his elder brother with his free hand, smirking, "You said we'd play some catch today! You can't be ditching me after you already promised!"
Yamato just stared. It seemed ironic that his last thought before he was about to die was an image of him, his father, and Kouta all together, and speak of the devil, Kouta had come. Above all else, even baseball, he hadn't wanted his little brother to watch him die.
Kouta cocked his head, not seeming to understand what was going on. He looked around at the students behind him and gave a small wave at them, as if he was just noticing they were there.
He looked back at his older brother, "Come on Yamato…"
Yamato was Kouta's older brother, but sometimes they almost seemed like twins; nobody could tell the differences between Kouta's multiple smiles except for Yamato. And right now, if Kouta had been anybody else, his smile showed that he would've had a sort of sad, confused, frown on his face.
"This isn't like you Yamato, let's go, please? Let's just play some catch…"
Yamato and Kouta had never had a fight, never. Yamato didn't know why, and though he hated to admit it, he didn't care why at the time; he just suddenly snapped.
Yamato frowned, looking almost angry, "For what? You SUCK at baseball and you're freakin' oblivious to it? Are-Are you a RETARD or something? And-And now that I'M the one who sucks and you just think you're suddenly all high and mighty now don'tcha Kouta?"
Kouta's smile disappeared, Yamato felt like he had gone too far and was beginning to feel both glad and guilty that he had said it, even when he was angry Kouta always smiled, evilly, but he always did, he never frowned, he never growled, he always smiled. Kouta's banes covered his eyes as he looked down.
Everyone was still, and no one was breathing and as the brothers fought, however one-sided it seemed at this point.
Kouta looked up, tears falling down his face, and SMILED, "Stupid, you don't take away life, you give it."
Everyone was silent. Yamato's brow straightened out slightly.
"You gotta' GIVE live Yamato; dad gives his life to us, mom gave her life to us; I give my life for us too…" he tried to open his eyes
"I'm so sorry onii-chan (big brother), I'm so sorry if I hurt you…"
Yamato looked at his little brother in sad shock.
"But you son of a b*tch," Yamato almost jumped, another thing Kouta never did was curse, Yamato had seen him do only once before; to a bully when he was being raised up high enough he couldn't touch the ground, before getting the stuffing beaten out of him until Yamato finally found him, still cursing and kicking as if the bully's hits were nothing, their father had disagreed though when he tended to the many bruises and cuts, Kouta wasn't smiling anymore, he was frowing and glaring, tears going down his face rapidly, "If you die on me and dad, I'll…I'll…I'll never forgive you d*mn it! If you don't want to play baseball with me because I stink, you should've just said so!" He frantically tried to wipe his eyes with his sleeve before he stretched out his hand, a pained expression on his face, trying his best to smile at this last part, "But-But you're still family… so… can-can we go home now? Please?"
Yamato stayed silent, trying t decide what to do, feeling tempted to look at the sun for guidance again.
He didn't know why he had yelled at his little brother, and he was sure his little brother didn't know why he cursed at Yamato. Yamato mentally chuckled, he felt like a little kid being scolded by his mother. He looked at Kouta and blinked as he realized how big he had gotten. It seemed like yesterday that his little brother had to be picked up to reach the pickle jar on the second shelf inside the refrigerator. He was almost as tall as Yamato now, and he'd probably be taller within the year. It would seem weird to call Kouta his little brother then. He smiled at the flashback of when Kouta had seen one of Yamato's Little League games for the first time.
"Onii-chan, that-that was amazing! You were so cool, I mean like, the ball was like WOOSH but you were all-all 'Nuh-uh' and then BANG! It-It was so awesome and-"
"I think we need to go get some ice cream to make little Kouta here be quiet for about 5 seconds, what do you think Yamato?"
Yamato laughed as he picked up his brother, putting the little pre-scholar on his shoulders, "Yeah!"
Yamato smiled as took his little brother's hand from the other side of the fence, the baseball being clutched in his bad hand inside his sling, "Nah, let's go play some catch and get some ice cream."
Yamato burst out laughing as he climbed back over the fence, though it wobbled for a minute causing a second of panic, seeing Kouta's eyes dance at the mention of baseball and ice cream, his two biggest weaknesses.
He put his good hand on top of his younger brother's cap and messed up his hair, causing people to now notice the brothers' similar heights, Kouta being up to the middle of his elder brother' neck, almost too tall for Yamato to do that anymore, not yet but close. And thanks to it, the cap to be completely backwards now.
The students smiled, and some even cheered as the two siblings walked through the group of students like the Red Sea.
Yamato smiled as he told his little brother his good arm over his baby brother's shoulder, "You're going to be a great ball player one day Kouta."
Kouta laughed, as if it was a joke as he handed his older brother the mitt in his backpack, "Yeah, yeah, we just have to stop at my school on the way home, I wasn't supposed to raid the ball closet."
Yamato laughed.
