Disclaimer: I don't own Hiakyuu! or the characters.

Tsukishima left school early the day of his sixteenth birthday. Yamaguchi had been flittering around him all day and had made him promise to call as soon as he woke up that afternoon. Tsukishima had done so but only to keep his best friend from following him home to 'celebrate'. Not that he would have been out of place. Tsukishima should have known that his family would make a big deal out of it.

He really shouldn't have been surprised to walk into the house and see his mother, father, and older brother standing there waiting for him. His father had taken off of work early and his brother had taken the train home, missing an entire day of classes, just to be at the house for Tsukishima's Moment.

Tsukishima wished they had just ignored it.

Everyone experienced their first Moment the minute they turned sixteen. Tsukishima was born at exactly 13:42 and as soon as the clock hit that minute he would pass out for exactly ten minutes. During those ten minutes he would be able to see through the eyes of his soulmate. Those that were really lucky might see a name or an address that tells them how to find their soulmate. Those that were really unlucky, like his brother, would be transported to an empty space that indicated their soulmate was sleeping.

His brother was born at 2:21. He had never seen a thing from his soulmate.

The first Moment was usually celebrated greatly. Students took the time off of school and spent that time at home. Tsukishima had actually heard of people having parties and making a big production out of their Moment. As far as he was concerned, those people were completely insane. How would you even guarantee you would see something? What if something went wrong? It was just begging for disaster. Anyway, every year after the first most students would go to the nurse and spend twenty minutes asleep in the infirmary before heading back to class. Tsukishima had wanted to stay in school for his first Moment but his mother had given him that…look and he found himself agreeing to head home at lunch.

"Kei! Come sit! It's almost time!" His mother gushed, moving forward to grab his arm and pull him toward the sofa as soon as he walked in the door.

"Shouldn't I stay in my room?" He asked in irritation as he kicked off his shoes. He really didn't want to pass out on the sofa and have his family sitting around, staring at him when he woke up. Creepy.

"This is a celebration moment! You can't be by yourself!"

Sighing in irritation, Tsukishima found himself sinking onto the sofa. His mother had placed a pillow to one side and he moved into a lying position as his brother began to nudge his shoulder. "Only a couple more minutes!" His mother said brightly as she knelt beside the couch and stared at him intently, "I don't know why you waited so long to get home."

Tsukishima ignored her and stared up at the ceiling. His mother continued to talk loudly with his father answering her occasionally and his brother laughing and joking in the background. He really should have just stayed in school. He was sure the nurse would have –

And then the ceiling was gone. Instead he was…in a classroom. Well, at least he knew his soulmate wasn't much older than him. There had been plenty of cases where a person's soulmate was old enough to be their parent. He couldn't say he wasn't relieved. The person was glancing up at the board occasionally to verify the math problem they were copying down. The person was either older than him or very advanced for their age, though Tsukishima didn't think he was much younger than him, if he was at all. That was another moment of relief. Not a seriously younger soulmate. Tsukishima was good at math but he had no idea how to even start on that problem.

He found himself focusing on the hand that was scribbling answers on the paper. The hand was large. Large and pale with somewhat broken nails, like the person chewed them regularly. A male's hand. Well, that wasn't surprising but it was nice to have the verification.

Attached to the hand was a strong forearm. The man had pushed up the sleeve of his uniform and Tsukishima was just barely able to catch a glimpse of gray before the eyes once again flickered up to the teacher. The woman had started lecturing about the problem and called one of the students up to solve it. The person turned their attention away and looked out the window, staring out at what seemed to be the entrance of the school gym. The eyes stayed there for the next few minutes, never wavering as if the person was just longing to go outside and get away from the class atmosphere. Then a loud slam made the boy jump and turn his eyes toward the front of the classroom where…

Well, Tsukishima didn't know what had made that noise. Because he was suddenly looking at something completely different. He appeared to be outside, sitting with a group of boys about his age that were clad in uniforms consisting of a white shirt, red tie, a black sweater vest, and a blue blazer. Tsukishima had never seen uniforms like that and he swore he wouldn't be wearing one anytime soon. The group seemed to be in the middle of lunch, all of them laughing loudly. Long legs stretched out in front of him, the dark grey slacks matching those that were around the body he was in. Another boy. The eyes snapped to the side quickly and Tsukishima saw a small, pale hand pinching the fabric of the man's blazer. The eyes moved up the arm and came to rest on a teenager with bright blond hair. "What is it?" The person asked. If he could, Tsukishima would have shivered at the deep voice.

"Loud," the boy said in return. He let go of the blazer slowly and began to climb to his feet.

"Are you going to the classroom?"

The blonde nodded and the man turned his eyes back toward the group as he grabbed his food. "Hey guys, we're going to head to class. See you at practice."

Practice? What type of practice?

The group yelled their goodbyes and Tsukishima drank in every bit of information he could get from the walk to the classroom. Whatever school it was, it definitely wasn't anywhere around Tsukishima. It was much bigger than any of the schools in his area. "You could have stayed," a soft voice said, making the eyes flicker toward the small blond that was burying his head forward in an attempt to not be noticed.

"Nah, I wouldn't want to cut into the best friend time!" The man exclaimed, throwing his arm around the blonde's shoulder. Tsukishima found himself once again focusing on the forearm. Damn.

At least this one didn't bite his nails.

A loud laugh broke Tsukishima from his thoughts and his vision suddenly went black. The man was laughing, his eyes closed and his arms wrapped around his stomach. He laughs like a donkey…

Then he could see again but he was no longer standing in the middle of a hallway.

What the hell…

He was once again in a classroom, this time it appeared to be English. This person was staring straight ahead, the eyes not even slightly wandering away from the teacher. Tsukishima wondered if the person was even listening or if they had completely zoned out. If they kept this up the only information Tsukishima was going to get was that they took English. Not really a lot to go on – though at least he knew that he was still in school and somewhat around his age. From the corner of the persons eye he could see a girl glancing over every so often and Tsukishima would have snarled if he could. So this one had an admirer. A pretty one.

It was after the fourth not so subtle glance that the eyes slowly slid over to rest fully on the girl. "Did you need something, Asumi-san?"

Tsukishima wondered if it was possible to have a stroke when you had your Moment. The voice was smooth and deep. Musical. Completely polite but Tsukishima could detect just the slightest bit of annoyance hidden beneath the surface.

The girl turned bright red and snapped her eyes back toward the front of the room. "No-no. Sorry, Akaashi-san."

Akaashi-san.

He had a name.