Disclaimer: I do not own Daiya no A.

Warning: Shounen-Ai, OOC, abusive languages

(MAJOR) SPOILERS from the Manga chapters that are not yet English translated and released

Pairing: Miyuki Kazuya X Sawamura Eijun

Just a random inspiration because I'm totally into this anime now. I've read the raw manga chapters already, so there are spoilers in this story. Don't say I didn't warn you already.

Putting that aside, I would first like to apologize for any mistakes here and there!

Without further ado, enjoy~! =)

A/N: Suzuki Natsuki is an OC I created. Timeline for the story happens during Sawamura's second year in Seidou High School Baseball Team. This story is an alternate reality where Sawamura is the one that got injured during their game against Seikou in the semifinals of the autumn tournament.

It's Okay

Chapter 1

"… You really have no intention of admitting your faults do you?"

"…"

"Or reflecting on your actions today?"

"…"

"Suzuki-kun."

"… It's not my fault."

Takashima sighed as she looked at the first-year pitcher standing in front of her while she sat down in the bench. Who would have thought that such a problem would occur? She can only sighed again in defeat as she slumped her shoulders while watching the first-year moving his attention to the bullpen, where the second-year pitcher Furuya and third-year pitcher Kawakami are practicing their pitching.

He really doesn't know what he has done hasn't he?

Takashima was going to start her lecture again when suddenly she was interrupted.

"Hey Rei-chan!" A guy wearing his goggles and catcher gear cheerfully greeted the assistant manager. It was then he noticed the tension between the two in the bench and he could sense the annoyance from Takashima. "What's wrong? Why are you here with Rei-chan, Suzuki? Shouldn't you be practicing with Sawamura?"

Miyuki asked as he began to remove his catcher gear in the bench, but Suzuki didn't seem to have the intention of answering him. Miyuki could only looked at Takashima in confusion, which he got a surrender sigh in return. Nevertheless, he got his answer.

"Sawamura-kun is talking with the coach right now," Takashima answered, but Miyuki became more confused. "Suzuki-kun… wishes to change his training in charge."

Miyuki's confused face quickly changed into a frown, and he turned to stare at Suzuki, silently asked for an explanation. But the first-year still didn't seem to have any intention of answering.

"Well?" Miyuki asked, this time prompting a hint of slight annoyance in his voice.

"… Sawamura-senpai is totally not putting his heart into practice," The pitcher finally answered after he turned to face Miyuki, indicating his attention on him. "I still don't get it why must I practice with him for the Kanto tournament."

"… You do know that we're trying to get you to learn ball control from Sawamura right?" Miyuki asked as his frown widened. "Since both of you are able to pitch moving ball; Sawamura is the best person to teach you that. Beside, it's not confirmed yet you are going to appear in any games for the Kanto tournament. You are still in the second string, what makes you think you are going to play?" Miyuki asked, not hiding the annoyance in his voice.

"Because Sawamura-senpai said he's not," Suzuki answered without hesitation.

Miyuki's eyes immediately widened as he heard the answer from Suzuki. Shock evident in his face, he quickly turned to look at Takashima, who also showed surprise from such a news.

Shit, what is that idiot thinking? Miyuki mentally pulled his hair in annoyance.

"Sawamura-senpai's in the first string right?" Suzuki continued, ignoring the shock and confusion occurring between the captain and the assistant manager. "Since he's not going to play, there is a spot open. It means there's a chance anyone from the second string can replace him and play right?"

"… And you think you are the one who's going to take his spot?" Miyuki asked, back to the serious face towards the first-year pitcher.

"Yes," the first year answered without hesitation, slightly surprising Miyuki. Miyuki stared at Suzuki for a while, before beginning to laugh lightly.

"Hahaha! That's some confidence you have for a first-year! No wonder our coach has taken a liking to you!" Miyuki continued his cackle for some time, but he suddenly stopped and faced Suzuki once again, with a serious face. "But that doesn't mean that you should stop listening to your seniors. Coach have you practiced with Sawamura for a reason." Miyuki explained as he put down his leg gears and walked towards the first-year. The two players had an intense staring competition for a while, before Miyuki smirked, sensing his confidence and determination. He placed his hand on the Suzuki's shoulder.

"The coach put him in charge of you, and I trust his judgment. Nothing will go wrong if you listen to Sawamura, though he is still an idiot," Miyuki showed a more sincere and real smile this time as he thought back to those days he spent his time practicing with the second-year pitcher last year. He also began to laugh more cheerfully this time. "Well, even though he's an idiot to me, he's still your senior. So show a little respect for him, will ya?"

Miyuki asked as he looked confidently at the first-year, which surprised Suzuki. Suzuki looked at his captain for a while with widened eyes, but suddenly blinked and frowned, his annoyance became obvious as he furrowed his eyebrows. Miyuki mentally laughed as he looked at the first year. He behaves so much like a certain someone last year.

"… I don't understand."

"Hmm?" Miyuki and Takashima looked again at the first year in slight confusion.

"I don't understand," Suzuki replied as he turned around to face Miyuki. "Why is everyone willing to put so much faith in that guy?"

Miyuki twitched his eyebrow in annoyance. "Oi, oi, what did I just say about showing respect-"

"But he's not showing any respect towards me!" Suzuki, finally reached his limit of his patience, decided to just scream out his true feelings. "He's not properly teaching me how to control my pitches! All he did was passing me a few old scrolls with a few exercises set inside, ordering me to do them regularly, and he's restricting me for having my own extra practices at night!"

"Oi, that's-"

"And last night, all I did was running extra two miles from his training menu, and he lectured me in front of everyone this morning without giving a thought to my feelings! Do you know how embarrassing was that?! It was just another two miles!"

And this time, it was Takashima trying to intercept. "That's-"

"Although he did explain to me before that he used the same methods to get stronger, which is all thanks to Chris-senpai as he had explained, that doesn't mean it works for me! I can't see myself getting strong enough for the team by doing things his way! Not especially when he left early during practice or even skipped, almost everyday! If I'm really under his charge, shouldn't he be spending more time mentoring me and teaching me new methods to control my pitches, like how to throw them at which grip or something like that?! I don't see the point of doing such exercises! I don't have much time before the Kanto tournament, so shouldn't he be teaching me on how I should throw my pitches already?!

"So tell me, how am I suppose to practice properly, when Sawamura-senpai doesn't have the heart to teach me!" Suzuki had begun to scream, catching the attention of baseball members practicing nearby. "Or worse, I think he doesn't even want to teach me anything at all! He's afraid, isn't it?!"

Upon hearing those words, Takashima seemed to have something to argue with, but was quickly stopped by Miyuki who raised his hand in silence.

"That's it, isn't it?! He's afraid of teaching me and me getting stronger! So that I won't take away his spot in the regulars lineup! That's why he's not teaching me anything at all! He's just toying with me and making sure I don't get any better! He's just trying to sabotage me by making sure I don't get stronger! Than him!" The first-year began to pant, slightly in relief as he finally was able to pour out every of his feelings and frustration inside him.

Miyuki silently looked at him as he allowed the first-year to catch his breathe.

"… Have you calmed down now?" Miyuki finally asked as he sensed the first-year's fading pants. However, silence was his answer. "I'll ask coach to have you stop practice for the day. Go back and calm yourself down before you practice again."

Suzuki widened his eyes, shocked from the words coming from his captain. "But-"

"Captain's orders, Suzuki," Miyuki said firmly as he slightly glared at the first year. "It should be fine right, Rei-chan?"

"… Yes," the assistant manager could only mentally agree with the captain as she saw his eyes. "You're done for the day, Suzuki-kun. We'll see you tomorrow."

Suzuki couldn't believe what he heard. Throwing him out of practice just because he decided to pour out all of his true feelings? All just because of that second-year pitcher? All just because of Sawamura, that pitcher senior of his who was probably trying to make sure he doesn't become stronger and replace him?

"B-But that's not fair!"

"Go back and calm yourself down," Miyuki repeated his orders firmly. "And although I won't be telling Sawamura anything, I think it would be better for you to apologize to Sawamura once you are calm." And with that, Miyuki began to walk away, with the intention to have some batting practice and stop listening to the first-year. He didn't think he could get any more annoyed and agitated.

"…What!" Suzuki took a while to process the words that were incredulous to him from the captain. Not only they were throwing him out of practice, they were expecting him to humiliate himself and apologize to the senior he least wanted to be with? "No way I'm going to apologize to that selfish little-"

"Suzuki," Miyuki said monotonously, but Suzuki was able to catch the warning tone behind, and it was intensified with a glare from the catcher through his goggles. "Having confidence is a good thing, but being over-confident is another matter. If you don't want any seniors to group together and assault you in the future, I would suggest you better be careful with what you say from now on."

Takashima sighed when she saw this; she could tell that Miyuki was trying very hard to contain his anger.

"Suzuki-kun," the assistant manager finally saw the need to interfere this time. "I'll tell the coach that you are excused for the day. Meanwhile, why not you head to my office and wait for me? I would like to have a word with you." Takashima instructed as she stood in front of the first-year.

"No way! It's not fair!" Suzuki, upset with the situation, began to scream again. But he saw that Miyuki continued to walk away, indicating his intention of not listening to him anymore. "It's not my fault to begin with! It was Sawamura-senpai's! He-"

"Oi!" Suzuki flinched and fell forward slightly as he received a kick from behind.

"Ouch!" The first-year groaned and turned around to find out who was the culprit. "What the hell was that for?! Kuramochi-senpai!"

"Shut the hell up! You're noisy!" Kuramochi said as he glared hard at the first-year. The first-year flinched again when he saw his senior's menacing eyes. "And in case you didn't notice, the other seniors are all ready to kill you for being too noisy and distracting." Kuramochi said as he used his thumb to point towards the field. Indeed, eyes from all members in the field were looking in his direction. Suzuki ignored them though, thinking that the reason was because he was being noisy like Kuramochi said.

But he didn't know how wrong he was, which made him persistent in his defense against Sawamura.

"Kuramochi-senpai!" he continued shouting despite what Kuramochi said. "You got to help me! Captain Miyuki is chasing me out of practice! All because of that Sawamura!"

He failed to realize that Kuramochi was narrowing his menacing eyes on him.

"I get it, but orders are orders," Kuramochi said calmly and monotonously. "So go and follow them, idiot." And once again, Suzuki was bewildered.

He failed to realize that Haruichi is raising his arm, getting ready to throw the ball he had in his hand onto his face.

"Y-You too, Kuramochi-senpai?" the first year said, and received silence as an answer. "You also think that I'm wrong?"

He failed to realize that Seto was trying to signal him to keep quiet.

"Suzuki-kun," Takashima called out to the pitcher again, hoping this time that he would obediently listen to orders and not make matters worse.

He failed to realized that Kawakami, who just entered the field from the bullpen with Furuya, was trying very hard to stop the fired-up fellow pitcher from charging towards him; he was trying hard not to do so himself.

"B-But I'm the one being sabotaged here!" Suzuki stubbornly trying to get himself out and started again.

He failed to realize that Maezono was tightening his grip on his bat, getting ready to swing and hit onto his face.

"That guy! He keeps telling me how important it is to get stronger for the sake of the team, that baseball is a team play, that you must always act for the sake of the team and my nakama!"

He failed to realize that Kanemaru was throwing his glove down and heading towards him.

"But look at him! He's trying to sabotage his own nakama! What kind of player is that?!"

And he failed to realize that Miyuki had stopped walking away at some point, and was watching him with menacing eyes as he continued.

"Such a selfish player like him has no right to play baseball at all!"

And Suzuki Natsuki was definitely not prepared for the pain on his back as he was shoved roughly onto the walls of bench.

**Line Break**

"Sawamura-senpai."

But no reply came. The walk back was supposed to be awkward, but not for the first year blonde catcher, Okumura Koushuu.

"Sawamura-senpai," Koushuu called again louder this time, and he managed to get the pitcher's attention.

"Ah, sorry Koushuu," Sawamura said as he stopped walking and turned to face the catcher with surprise and confusion. "I wasn't paying attention. What were you saying?"

A sigh came from Koushuu.

"… Are you still upset?" Koushuu asked with a neutral face, and the question further surprised Sawamura even more.

"Ah… well, that's…" Sawamura answered as he scratched the back of his head. He was feeling slightly awkward. "A-A little I guess…"

"I'm sorry if this is going to sound rude," Koushuu said as he continued walking, which Sawamura followed. "But the coach's right; you are not ready for the Kanto tournament."

The second-year pitcher had to bite his lips from retorting back. He knew more than anyone else that he wasn't ready, and how much he was going to be a burden to the team if he insisted on playing.

"Although it's true that you have recovered from your broken ribs, infected punctured lungs and ruptured spleen, you are still in the midst of recovering from your broken fingers and fractured knee," Koushuu said, hoping to remind the pitcher who he heard was the most reckless player in the team. "Furthermore, while you are recovering in the hospital, you had missed the whole winter training camp and Senbatsu. I don't think that your shoulder is ready for pitching and fielding for any upcoming games. The you right now does not have the same strength as you had during the autumn tournament."

"… I know that already," the pitcher replied slightly annoyed. "It's just that, I really can't wait to be back on the mound. I… I want to play with everyone again, on the field," The pitcher exclaimed as he clenched his fist in front of his chest.

The first-year catcher slightly smiled as he saw the determination behind those eyes. That was what he wanted to see.

"You'll be fine," Koushuu said as he patted lightly on Sawamura's back. "Apparently I heard you were really lucky; the doctor was able to stop the bleeding in your ruptured spleen, and other than your knee and two of your fingers, all of your joints are fine; probably thanks to that body flexibility you were born with. So you just have to go for your rehabilitation regularly and I'm sure you'll be able to play soon. In fact, I am going to make sure of that."

"Koushuu…" The pitcher's eyes widened slightly as he looked at his junior upon hearing those words.

"So please concentrate on your full recovery," And this time it was Koushuu's turn to show his determination in his eyes to the pitcher. "I'm still waiting for you to let me catch your best pitches."

For it was because of this reason I chose to come to Seidou.

Hearing such encouragement from his junior, Sawamura couldn't help but finally smiled back as he playfully and lightly punched Koushuu's shoulder.

"…Thanks, Koushuu."

"You're welcome, Sawamura-senpai," Koushuu said as he began to walk with the intention of reaching their destination, with Sawamura following behind. The walk back was quiet, until Koushuu remembered something that had been on his mind since this morning. "By the way, Sawamura-senpai."

"Yes, Koushuu?"

"What are you going to do about Suzuki?"

"Huh?" Sawamura asked as he looked at the blonde with a confused face. "What do you mean?"

"About the things he said just now," Koushuu replied, trying to contain his annoyance in his voice. "Aren't you going to do anything about it?"

"There's no way I'm practicing with someone like you anymore! I seek for a more understanding and stronger willed senpai to help me perfect my pitch; and that person is definitely not you!"

Sawamura twitched upon remembering the words. Koushuu could see the sadness behind those eyes before Sawamura could hide them with his fringes.

"Ah… as for that…" Sawamura mumbled, surprising Koushuu when he saw Sawamura suddenly looked up at him with a forced smile in embarrassment. "I guess I'm pretty a bad instructor huh…"

Koushuu narrowed his eyes when Sawamura started to laugh forcefully

"Guess I'm not used to this yet…" And the pitcher suddenly pinched his chin while having a serious thinking expression. "Maybe I could get Miyuki-senpai's help to review his training menu or something-"

"Ah! Koushuu! Sawamura-senpai!" A shout interrupted Sawamura, making him and Koushuu turned immediately towards the source of the voice. Seto quickly ran towards the duo he called for.

"Takuma?" Koushuu was confused by the presence of his bespectacled friend, who was supposed to be practicing his fielding right now. "What's going on? Why are you running here-"

"S-Sawamura-senpai!" Both the pitcher and catcher were pretty shocked when Seto turned his full attention on Sawamura when Koushuu was the one who was asking the questions. "Y-You got to do something!"

"Huh?" Sawamura could only replied in total confusion.

"At the field! Suzuki and Miyuki-senpai are-!"

And that was enough for Sawamura to widen his eyes in shock and charge towards the field as fast as he could when he heard those words, leaving Seto to explain the details to his blonde friend.

**Line Break**

"Such a selfish player like him has no right to play baseball at all!"

Miyuki's eyes widened as he heard those words. And that's when the horrifying images flashed through his mind like a bullet train trying to force into his walls.

The sound of a baseball landing into the catcher's mitt.

"…Strike! Batter out!"

The sound of cheers and applause.

"…Game set! An astounding victory for Seidou!"

The sound of boots running towards the mound.

"We did it, Sawamura! We won!"

The sound of victory howls and patting of backs.

"We're going Senbatsu! We did it!"

The sound of sniffing from tears of joy and hugging.

"We won, Sawamura! We won!"

The sound of pants from the pitcher.

"O-Oi! Sawamura! Can't you hear us? We won! We won the match! Hell yeah!"

The sound of pants continued.

"S-Sawamura? Oi, w-what's wrong with you?"

The sound of pants stopped.

"I-I see…"

The sound of an exhausted pitcher.

"W-We won…"

The sound of a weakened player.

"Sawamura?"

Silence from everyone except for the pitcher standing on the mound.

"W-We did it, we finally won…"

And the sound of a body collapsing onto the mound.

"SAWAMURA!"

And the words from the man he last wanted to see for his entire life.

"A catcher that can't see the pains of his pitcher, has no right to play baseball at all."

And at that moment, Miyuki saw white. And before he knew what he was doing, he had his hand fisted into the collar of the first-year pitcher and forcefully shoved him up the walls of the bench, fast enough before anyone could stop him, or perhaps, before anyone else had the chance to do it.

"Ouch! H-Hey!" Suzuki immediately shouted in pain and shock and attempted to glare at his captain. "What the hell do you think… you… are… doing…"

But the first year pitcher began to stutter when he saw and noticed the anger and menace behind the glare from the third-year catcher. And staring into his eyes right now was really a bad idea. He could feel the chills down in spine and he could feel himself beginning to cower in fear upon the intense glare he was receiving at the moment.

"M-M-M-Miyuki… senpai?" He didn't know anymore if he could form the right words from his mouth now.

"… I tried," Miyuki finally began to speak after glaring at the pitcher for several seconds, which to the first year was probably several minutes, or even hours. If looks could kill, it would have been an immediate death for him. "I tried very hard already, to not take your words into heart and ignore them. It is your freedom after all to say whatever you want, and I have no intention of judging you too soon, that's why I kept quiet and let you complain whatever you want.

"BUT! Those last words you said," Miyuki tightened his fist, and Suzuki was beginning to feel the pressure at his collar and neck. He was beginning to suspect that there's a chance he might be tortured and killed by suffocation slowly and painfully. "Are the only words I CANNOT forgive."

Suzuki could almost swear that he could see a change in the colour of the eyes of his captain, and figuratively, he could see the blood red anger behind those eyes through the goggles. He didn't even realize that his face was beginning to pale, his hands were shaking and his mouth was extremely dry, as if something had caught in his throat and adam's apple, rendering him unable to form any words to speak at all.

Probably for the first time since he came into Seidou, Suzuki Natsuki was scared as hell.

And Miyuki could not remember the last time he got this angry with anyone.

"You think you are special, huh?" Miyuki said as he continued to glare, as if making sure that Suzuki is properly listening and paying attention to him. "So special to the point that you have the rights to decide who should and shouldn't play baseball? If baseball would have been this simple, then what the fuck are you doing here? If you can't give a damn to your own training, then you are welcome to do whatever you want during practice. But insulting others is something that no one has the right to do. Not you or even me. Don't go insulting other's hard work when you don't even know a damn thing."

Suzuki heard those words, but he couldn't move at all. He could only continued looking at Miyuki with widened eyes filled with fear and shock. He could only stay silent as Miyuki pierced him forcefully with those eyes of his.

There's a saying that the eyes are the windows to the soul. But to Suzuki, he probably had opened the windows to Miyuki's hellish wrath.

"Miyuki-kun…" Takashima and the baseball members who had gathered around watched the exchange between the two in silence. Mixed feelings were gathered as well, especially through the seniors who were there during the finals of the autumn tournament, while most of the first years were confused at the tense atmosphere around the seniors.

"Hey! What do you think you are doing!" a very familiar shout to the seniors suddenly cut into the tension, causing everyone to look at the source in shock. It was at this moment that Suzuki saw Miyuki blinked, immediately changing the mood in his eyes from anger to surprise. "What the heck, Miyuki! No violence! Let Suzuki go!"

Miyuki turned his head slowly towards the source of the voice, noticing Sawamura trying to squeeze his way through the crowd, eventually reaching him and the first-year he held onto the wall.

"Sawamura…" Miyuki blinked again, and this time, Suzuki saw no anger or surprise. This time, he could feel the gentleness behind those eyes, quickly changing to sadness as he kept continued staring at the second-year pitcher.

"Hey! Didn't you hear me?" Sawamura quickly trotted his way to the intense duo. "I said, let him go!" And with that, Sawamura pulled Miyuki away from Suzuki, causing Suzuki to slide down the wall and sit on the bench floor when he was free. However, still being shocked from Miyuki's outburst, Suzuki's hands were still shaking and his eyes still widened, looking at the ground. He couldn't register the presence in front of him and the hand on his shoulder at all. "Hey, Suzuki, you alright? Answer me if you are! You're not hurt, aren't you?"

Sawamura could only keep repeating his words to the first-year who seemed to be shell-shocked. Meanwhile the other team members were rather surprised and shaken up by the turn of events. Leave it to Sawamura, who always seemed to be the one who could not read the atmosphere and be very insensitive to the feelings of others.

"Damn it, Miyuki," Sawamura said when he realized he was not getting any response from Suzuki. He began to pull his hair lightly in frustration. "Now you've done it. What did you do that for?"

However, instead of getting a proper answer, he suddenly felt tugging at his wrist and felt himself being pulled up suddenly and away from the first-year.

"Hey! Miyuki!" Sawamura tried to struggle free from the hold Miyuki had on his wrist. "What do you think you're doing? Let go!"

However, Miyuki ignored him and continued walking away, roughly pulling Sawamura along with him.

"Oi, Miyuki! I said let go!"

"Kuramochi, Rei-chan," Miyuki suddenly stopped, calling out these names. But Sawamura still found himself unable to break free from the hold on his wrist. "I'll leave the rest to you."

"Ya sure, go ahead, idiot," Kuromochi answered, prompting Miyuki to continue walking and dragging Sawamura along.

"Okumura," He only stopped again when they were beside Koushuu, who silently looked at Miyuki, as if he was waiting. "… I'll leave that idiot to you."

"… Understood, Miyuki-senpai," Koushuu replied after some seconds. "Be careful with Sawamura senpai though. He's still in his rehabilitation period." Koushuu reminded with the last part in a whisper, hoping Miyuki would take the hint. His worries were cleared when Miyuki replied with a nod.

And Sawamura was not prepared for himself to be lifted off the ground and carried bridal style by Miyuki. Sawamura's face immediately blushed in embarrassment.

"H-Hey! What do you think you're doing!" Sawamura began to struggle in Miyuki's arm. "Put me down, you idiot! Hey!"

"Oh, shut the hell up, Sawamura," Miyuki growled in annoyance, sending a glare towards the pitcher he was carrying. Sawamura could only stay still upon seeing the anger behind the eyes. An angry Miyuki was something he didn't want to experience it again.

Finally getting the obedience he needed, Miyuki made his way out of the field, seemingly towards the school dormitories. Koushuu watched the two in silence, and once he saw that their figures disappeared out of his sight, he began to walk towards the stilled first-year in the bench. Kuramochi watched Suzuki silently, and Takashima quickly sent the players back to their practices.

And soon all three of them were standing around the first-year pitcher, watching him in disappointment and concern.

"… We need to talk, Suzuki."

To Be Continued

Initially wanted it to be a oneshot, but it would only be possible and feel good for me if I only explore the feelings and comforts in Miyuki's POV. Probably going to be a multi-chapter now for me to explore the feelings for the other characters as well because I LOVE THEM ALL. XD

Review or comment please? It's my first DnA fanfic so I can't be very sure that I did a good job in portraying the characters.

Regards,

Ink-chan