Disclaimer: One Outs and Katekyo Hitman Reborn are manga works made by Shinobu Kaitani-sensei and Akira Amano-sensei, respectively. I'm going to take this plot as an account of my own, since Kawanaka and Miura have never met, and this is only a 'what-if' scenario that came from a stupid idea my muse gave to me.
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A White Elephant for an Ingrate: Chapter 1
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On the break of dawn, the skies' originally dark horizon slowly faded away as indigo and blue streaks invade the Chiba shore. Rays of gold and orange appeared by clouds showed that a new day had begun. Cold and calm sea breeze harmonised the crystalline saltwaters across the sea boards and its sandy coastlines completely washing away a great mass of mayhem and bewilderment from the shock of the news that reached the ears of the entire Japan and the Pacific League last night.
But that peaceful serenity would be gone soon.
People could not believe their eyes upon receiving the news that they had never thought it really happened.
"Strike three! The game ends, the Lycaons win the championship!"
Since last night, after their 30-year long streak of defeat, the perpetual ten thousand-year, B-class Saitama Lycaons won the Paradise League Championships as they sank the three-year champions Chiba Mariners to the dog muck and buried their so-called king pride underground.
It was unbelievable, as if the event was perceived as a dream.
"The winners of the P League this season... are the Lycaons!"
The Mariners' defeat was still the talk of the country. But it was inevitable, for they remained steadfast that the dogs must stay underdogs, kissing the royalty's clean feet. Gossips spread like a wildfire, from the mouths of the individual in the entire community and household, to the biggest urban cities of the island. Rumors stated that they could no longer feel the 'game sense' of the Mariners' players. The game was already one-sided, even if they won three games straight ahead from the new leaders.
"The first game in the P League top play-offs and the first of the three... The game that lasted for five hours... ENDED WITH A TIE!"
That mountain of the worthless molehill, however, was not entirely true.
Each Mariner drew every bit of their power to win their last game. They were both head-to-head and back-to-back; every pitch they did, it was batted back by the other, and for every bat they did, the defense of the other still managed to catch it. They did their best, that's what all of them mostly believed.
"Ha! What crappy nonsense... "
A year ago, the kings prided themselves with their cleanup crew, Thomas, Brooklyn, and Takami, yet they were forced to forfeit due from the irresponsibility and vanity of their round-headed manager. Months later, they made this large trade to make this all-star monster team. Yet again, they couldn't even brunt the steady wall of the B-class losers?!
Shame is the best word to describe their pitiful state right now, and it grated them.
But they couldn't help it. They thought that crushing Toua Tokuchi would be the bull's eye for the Lycaons. It was only an illusion to cover up that the dogs can bite back if needed. It was just as what Takami said: they became strong.
"The Lycaons are simply strong... We got caught nicely... They weren't like that before. They were such a crappy team that they got overwhelmed by the fact they were in a game against the Mariners, they screwed it up before we did anything at all... They easily trick us, the champions, the Mariners... And they held us scoreless... Let's face it: it's not because we're unlucky... They're strong... It's the man named Tokuchi Toua who made this team strong."
"Goddamn it!"
CLANG!
At first, their team was shell-shocked when the third out was slapped on their faces like a storm. They evaded the reality by forcing themselves that the Lycaons used dirty underhanded tactics to win. Eventually, they learned to be sport about it.
Still, there is a particular member of their ball club who remained on his steadfast rule of perfection as he jogged the stadium's hall area. He tried to do it to lessen his anger towards his own team, but, no matter what he do, his anger spiked levels to his teammates who treated pitchers like him as 'fourth rate.' He could still remember one of his teammates' words as he stood still and inhale the still fresh air.
"Those shitheads... We were lost because of the arrogance... They even didn't care about taking the game seriously!"
"Whad'ya mean? They can't win even if they play this kind of clever scheme. The Lycaons are worthless shits."
ZUDOW!
"Hey, and lo! Even the two knuckleheads with me became imbeciles as well... Taking care of just one pitcher, smartass!"
PING!
"With this... we can crush Toua Tokuchi and the Lycaons..."
"That Takami bastard... talking some bullshit about crushing the Lycaons by taking down their ace... Hey! I'm an ace too! Why don't you recognise me?!"
CRACK!
"And that old fart Iwano doesn't know how to manage his team as well, if he would just be in vain because of his batting lineup, then what's the use of the bullpen?!"
"Get it together. If you don't put some spirit in there, you'll keep on getting hit."
"Oh, and speaking of the bullpen, another bald egghead stole my title as well. That scram Kurai... "
"I can't believe it! The previous Japanese record was 158kmh... The ball Kurai just threw was just much, much faster... An unbelievable pitcher has appeared! It's the birth of a formidable power pitcher!"
"Grrr... Agh!"
BLAG! BLAG! BLAG!
Junichi Kawanaka stayed in the Chiba Mariners stadium until the sun rose up to the sky so that he could clear out his angry thoughts. He was mindlessly jogging the whole night like a maniac as a flood of memories rushed moment by moment.
He had been switching from seriously jogging to randomly hitting things for another long moment until the first ray of sunlight hit his forehead. He was very consumed by his anger when it was interrupted with an unfamiliar voice.
"If you're venting your anger towards someone, shouldn't you confront them instead of cooping on your own? It's healthy that way."
The charcoalhead looked at the source of the voice, and what he saw almost baffled him. Standing in front of him was a woman with her brown hair pulled back, wearing a chestnut-colored coat, a black derby hat, and navy boots. From the manner of her clothing, it was clear to him that she was not a part of Mariners' staff.
She dressed, stood, and looked like a tourist.
She's not wearing an identification card, which makes sense.
"You're not a member here. Leave or I'll call the guards." He scolded her like a seven-year old kid.
Mortified and outraged, the woman retorted in a high-pitched voice. "Hahi! That's not how you speak to a lady!" She then took a long breath and folded her arms. "Haru thought athletes are good talkers. It turns out that they don't."
Feeling a good inch of his anger towards this noisy intruder, Kawanaka then called out, "Are you retarded, Miss?"
The brunette gasped as she pointed an accusatory finger towards him. "Where's your manners, young man?! And Haru has a name! It's Haru, H - A - R - U! Haru!"
"Well then, Miss... H - A - R - U... this is not the place for sightseeing, so it would be best to leave this stadium, alone, and I'll pretend that there's nothing happened."
That's when he saw Haru shook her shoulders. He thought that the strange woman was crying. He didn't know how to deal with crying women, and it does not sit well with the media. So, he ran to where she stood to ask her if she was alright.
Only to be shocked because of her giggling. She then stood back and smiled.
She really is a retard.
"Haru used to argue with a silverhead Italian octopus named Gokudera, who refused to back down. Usually, when they argue, they raised their voices to the air and shouted to each other. He called Haru a stupid woman, and she call him back a moronic octopus. Haru can't argue with a person who does not shout in the heat of an argument."
The Mariners' pitcher stared at her as if she had grown another head while she smiled brightly.
"Haru was just lost is all. She was supposed to be in Chiba Mariners' Museum- Hahi! Why Haru is talking to you?! It's not as if you can help her anyway... "
How did you manage to get lost?! The museum was just across the street!
"I'll help you." The pitcher said, sighing as he answered her noisy blatant plea.
"Really?! Oh, thank you very much!" Haru suddenly embraced Kawanaka.
Yeah, she really is retarded, with no sense of self-preservation.
But he was surprised that he didn't mind her at all.
Well, as soon as she was out of his hair, he didn't mind her at all.
His chest was surprisingly hurt as his though passed his mind, but he paid no heed towards that trivial thing as he walked towards their lockers, the brunette closely following behind.
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Hey there folks! After a long awaited while, my muse got a grip of herself and followed me around to create a series of plot bunnies!
At last!
This is a multi-series fic made for Hibari-sama's ultimate doppelganger: Junichi Kawanaka! Please tell me what you think!