'What's the mission?" agent podsolnechnik asked.

"Go to Tokyo and win Koshien," a robotic voice answered.

"Khm? High school is one thing, but joining a baseball team?" the brunet questioned tilting his head to the side.

"You will receive more information as the operation progresses," the voice said.

"Da, I understand," the brown-haired agent replied.

"One more thing," the robotic voice said, almost like an afterthought, "Don't go looking for more than what is instructed."

Eijun is a Russian spy whose mission is to infiltrate a Tokyo baseball team and go to Koshien, under the pretense as a hot-headed, loud-mouth small town boy who hails from Nagano. Enter Miyuki whose eyes can't help but follow the new pitcher after a stranger encounter at the subway; Chris, who gets a different feeling from the rookie picture; and Furuya, a boy who remembers those brown eyes. The operation is more than it seems and has ties to the agent's past. What is the reason behind the mission and how will agent Eijun handle it?

Prologue

All Sawamura remembered was his full name and the cold wind that nipped at his already chapped lips, as a large hand engulfed his own, dragging him through the thick blankets of snow. To the young child it looked like a winter wonderland, devoid of any signs of life and happiness; white and gray were the only distinguished colors, the trees up ahead were as barren as the void the boy had in his chest. His oaky brown hair had frost forming on the tips. Cold. It was too cold. Even the thick coat, rimmed with fur, gave nothing for comfort or warmth. Sawamura tucked his head as he trudged forward being led by a stranger that only offered small grunts here and there. His unknown counterpart lugged him forward, trying to go faster through the blank snow canvas. To Eijun it felt like years of trudging through the snow and naked trees before they made it out to a clearing.

A few minutes later of walking later, a small blob appeared in the distance.

"Ah," the stranger said in a husky low voice, "We are here."

Eijun squinted in an attempt to figure out the shape of the gray globule further ahead. Suddenly the stranger yanked his arm, making the young boy stagger.

"Stop dragging your feet, detenysh," they spat without looking back, "Focus too far ahead and you will stumble, losing sight of your original goal."

Sawamura only tilted his head to the side.

"Detenysh?" he repeated.

The stranger gripped his hand harder, offering silence as an answer. Sensing that he would not get a response, Eijun decided to focus on the big hand that nearly swallowed his. The dark-haired boy noticed how cold and hard, the hand that held his was. It felt like the stranger could crush his puny hand at any given moment. An image of his hand being squeezed hard enough to make it explode, flashed into his mind. Oddly enough, it didn't make him want to move his hand. In fact he felt—

"Look up, detenysh," the stranger said, pulling him away from his thoughts.

Snapping his head up, Eijun could only get the words stuck in his throat.

Wherever he was, it was obviously wasn't meant to be a place that had an essence of warmth and family. The gray blob turned out to be a medium-sized steel dome, nearly the size of a small house. Two guards were at the entrance, each adorning thick grey winter coats similar to Sawamura, and holding long-barreled silver AK-47's. The stranger turned his head from the child and saluted with two fingers by his left eye. The guards mimicked the man and led the duo through the double doors behind them. They, like the stranger guiding him, did not talk or look at the boy. Inside it was just as white as it was outside. They traveled down a narrow hallway leading to a gated elevator. Thudding footsteps on the polished marble floor made up for the lack of conversation.

Once they reached the elevator a soft "ding" announced that the doors were opening. A woman walked out with a syringe in her gloved right-hand. Her dark-brown was held in a tight bun, dark red lipstick adorned her lips and glasses hid calculative eyes.

"The specimen's mind is wiped, yes?" she asked, looking at the child who had a vacant expression on his face.

The stranger nodded.

"He only remembers his name, ma'am," the stranger responded tightening their grip on the smaller brunet.

The mysterious new woman walked up to the young boy holding up the needle. Startled Eijun tried to step back, only to be stopped by the guards who appeared by his side, and held his arms. The child tried to yank his hand free from the stranger who refused to look back at him. Even though Sawamura only new the stranger for no more than an hour he couldn't help but feel betrayed.

"Your new life will start when you wake up, podsolnechnik," the woman stated before injecting the little boy. The last thing on Eijun's mind before everything faded to black was that the hand that held his tightened even further.

*detenysh= young one

*podsolnechnik = sunflower