I opened my eyes, and there they were in front of me, two huge yellow orbs a few inches in front of my face.

"Suprise!" they said. "Happy birthday, Toya!"

I promptly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

"No fair, Toya, come on! I made you breakfast in bed!"

I opened one eye to make sure he was telling the truth. Yep, there it was, a big plate of waffles and sausages,
Western-style. I sat up and smiled. "Hi, Yuki."

"Hi, Toya. How does it feel to be seventeen, huh?"

"Pretty much the same as it does to be sixteen."

"Really?" He thrust the plate into my lap. "Eat."

I noticed that there were two forks. Of course. "I assume you'll be assisting me, then?" I smirked as I drizzled
syrup over the food.

"Of course! Sakura already made me some miso soup, but I'm still hungry." He picked up the forks and and handed
the bigger one to me. "You first, birthday boy."

I could tell he wanted me to hurry up and eat. So I moved the fork in extreme slow motion and chuckled inwardly
as his eyes bulged slightly.

Finally I swallowed and he let out a huge breath. "Geez, Toya, you took long enough," he chuckled as he dug in,
and a peculiar little smile graced his lips.

For another guy, he has rather...cute...moments.

~*~*~

Pretty much nothing goes through my imnd when I'm playing soccer. Pictures, maybe, but no words. Soccer is a very
visual game. I visualize myself making the goal, and it usually happens.

Kick...pass...kick...recieve...trip the left mid...kick...goal. It's not too complicated.

Unlike other things.

After I scored, I hobbled over to the bench. I jammed my toe. Again. Happens all the time, so I'm prety used to it.

I waved at Sakura, who was watching behind the fence with Tomoyo. THey come to all of the games, but I think it's
to see Yuki, not the sport.

The oblivious object of affection handed me a big jug of Gatorade and smiled. "Nice goal. But do you really think
you should have kicked that other player?"

"I didn't kick him. I tripped him." I smiled a little sheepishly. "He deserved it. It was his fault for being in my way.
Besides, we're going to win now, see? We're up by two. The end justifies the means."

Yuki is a great soccer player. He's good at pretty much any sport. You wouldn't know it by looking at him, though.
Sometimes it seems that he's so fragile that if I put my hand on his shoulder, he'd break into a million pieces. It's too
bad he won't join our team. He'd make a great secret weapon. I can see it now, Yuki in our uniform, smiling at the
transfixed goalie as he shot goal after goal.

"Well, if you insist. I just think you're lucky you didn't get a red card." He smiled and turned to the action on the field.
"Want to go for pizza after the game? I'm starving."

"Yuki, you just ate four rolls." He's a bottomless pit.

"But I'm hungry again. Come on, Toya, indulge me." He shot me the puppy eyes.

I sighed, acting far more exasperated than I felt. "All right..."

Hell, when you're winning, you're winning.

~*~*~