I am so attached to my Ace of Diamond characters that it'll probably grow into a health hazard.

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Chapter 1

"MIYUKI KAZUYA."

Miyuki knew that obnoxious voice anywhere. A certain first year, soon to be a second year, was demanding his immediate attention. Kawakami straightened up from his post pitch stance.

"Ah, hello Sawamura." The second year pitcher offered with a small smile.

"Catch for me Miyuki!" Sawamura bellowed before coming to stop in front of the catcher.

"Ten pitches." Miyuki said before pushing himself up and stretching his legs.

Miyuki lifted the catcher's mask from his face, bringing his water bottle a mere inch from his lips before squirting the liquid into his mouth.

"Twenty-five!" Sawamura persisted.

"Five." Miyuki said before glancing at him sideways.

"That's backwards Miyuki Kazuya!" Sawamura yelled, clearly upset with the catcher's antics.

Miyuki didn't look amused.

"Miyuki or Kazuya, choose one." Miyuki said before sighing. "Never mind, I'm going to take a bath." He muttered.

"What?! You promised to catch my pitches!"

"Contrary to what you seem to believe, my world doesn't revolve around you, Sawamura." Miyuki stated before pulling off his protective chest gear.

"I-I-I'm going to be ace! You have to catch for me! I can't play baseball on my own..." Sawamura protested before frowning.

"Use the net." Miyuki replied icily before leaving the bullpen.

Sawamura was left to wonder what had crawled up and died in the catcher's ass.

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The air was heavy as Miyuki made his way towards the vending machine to quench his thirst with a can of coffee.

"Kazuya."

The voice was filled with something along the lines of worry and malice.

"Yoichi?" Miyuki asked with a simple raise of his eyebrow.

"I donno what the issue is, but the first years are avoiding you like the plague. I'm not saying they're wrong to either, you've got this aura going about you." Kuramochi stated while folding his arms across his chest.

"Ah, thank you." Miyuki responded with his usual shit eating grin.

"I know Sawamura can be rather persistent at times." Kuramochi continued, ignoring his best friend's usual sarcastic retort. "But did you really have to be so cold to him? He's only asking you to catch for him because he looks up to you, you know?"

Miyuki sighed before pushing the coins in his hand into the machine and hitting the appropriate button for his drink.

"Is something bothering you?" Kuramochi pressed.

"What makes you ask?" Miyuki asked while forcing his usual smile to his face.

Kuramochi's brow twitched in annoyance.

"For the love of god..." he muttered before rolling his eyes. "Can't say I didn't try." He muttered before huffing and making his way from the vending machine.

Miyuki's eyes followed Kuramochi's back until he couldn't see it anymore. With a sigh he opened his can of coffee before bringing it to his lips.

He had been pretty harsh on the first year. Miyuki was indeed not happy about a certain something, but it had nothing to do with the first year, and so he didn't deserve his wrath.

I should apologize... He thought with another sigh.

While making his way back towards his dorm room, he was able to spot a figure that was running around the field, a trail of dust getting kicked up as he ran. A devilish smirk rose to Miyuki's lips as he tossed his empty can into the trash.

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Sawamura continued to run, his trusty tire right behind him, as he tried to clear his mind.

Why was Miyuki so angry today? I know I was pushing it a bit... but nothing that he doesn't usually just laugh off or calls me stupid afterwards... Did I do something to make him upset?... How's our battery suppose to work if he hates me?
Without realizing it Sawamura's pace had slacken at the upsetting thoughts.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when an arm slinked around his shoulders.

"TAKE ME BUT LEAVE MY TIRE!" He shrieked after jumping away.

His paranoia was quickly replaced with anger when he saw a certain second year catcher doubled over and laughing.

"You should have seen your face! 'Take me but leave my tire'?" Miyuki continued to laugh as the first year pitcher's face became redder and redder.

"You're such a twisted person!" Sawamura declared angrily.

"Thank you." Miyuki said as he stood back up, wiping at his eyes.

"It's not a complement you twisted catcher!" Sawamura bellowed.

Miyuki cocked his head before speaking again.

"Then I suppose I won't offer to head to the bullpen with you then." He said before shrugging nonchalantly.

"Ah! No! Catch my pitches Captain!" Sawamura demanded.

"Yea, Yea, go grab your gear, I'll be in the bullpen in ten minutes." Miyuki said before rolling his eyes, a small smile appearing on his face.

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Sawamura smiled as the sound of his pitch hitting Miyuki's glove resonated through the bullpen.

"How was that?!" He asked excitedly.

"You're not throwing your arm down fully." Miyuki said while raising his brow.

Sawamura's smile faded slowly.

"I..'m sorry." He muttered softly.

Miyuki had a small smile on his face as he walked over to the sulking pitcher. He reached up and startled the pitcher by ruffling his sweat slicked, brown hair.

"It's only natural to get tired, especially after practice and all, don't get discouraged, partner." Miyuki said with his usual grin. "Get some rest and I'll think about catching for you again tomorrow. Make sure you wash properly."

"I know that! You will catch for me tomorrow Miyuki Kazuya! I am going to be the ace after all!" Sawamura declared before running off towards the baths again.

As Sawamura ran towards the baths, his smile faded into a small frown.

There's an air about Miyuki... It just seems... heavy...

0_0_0_0

Miyuki chucked his catchers equipment into his sports bag before wiping his long sleeved arm across his forehead. He winced slightly as pain rippled through his throwing arm.

"Really now?" He muttered to himself before sighing. "It's your own damn fault Kazuya, don't think for a second that you regret it, because you just go do the same damn thing again when the going gets rough." He continued before zipping up his sports bag and shouldering it.

"What the hell are you doing muttering to yourself in the middle of the bullpen alone? Creepy." Kuramochi's voice came, scaring Miyuki out of his little rant.

Kuramochi had a towel around his shoulders, the fabric picking up on all the stray water dripping from his hair.

"Aren't you with little Kominato?" Miyuki asked, a smirk taking over his features.

"Wha?.." A small blush took over Kuramochi's face, causing the shortstop to turn away.

He coughed awkwardly before speaking again.

"I have no idea what you mean." Kuramochi said before turning back towards Miyuki with a glare.

"I can't wait for Ryosuke to find out." Miyuki replied with, a shit eating grin growing as Kuramochi paled.

"Kazuya... When's the last time you slept?" Kuramochi asked.

Kazuya hated that tone in the shortstop's voice.

Stop pitying me.

"I slept in class today." Miyuki said with a cheeky grin.

"The coach would kill you if he heard that."

"And Ryosuke would kill you if he knew that you had a crush on his little brother." Miyuki snickered.

"You're such high maintenance." Kuramochi stated before clenching his teeth.

I know.

"See you at practice tomorrow." Miyuki called cheerfully before heading back towards his empty dorm room.

0_0_0_0

It always seemed so ominous when Miyuki stepped foot in his empty room. It made him feel so... alone.

Hah... what a thought Kazuya...

He reprimanded himself before flipping the switch on. He dropped his bag by his bed before collapsing face first into his pillow.

Practice game... tomorrow...gotta look over notes on the other team... Nabe took them for our benefit after all.

After contemplating the pros and the much longer list of cons for getting up, Miyuki changed out of his Seido uniform and focused on the notebook that Nabe had dropped off.

If I stay in my room... I'm going to be tempted to just sleep...

He thought before sighing and heading out the door, keys in hand after having shut the lights off.

The cafeteria was quiet as he walked in. There were a few first years sitting in the corner. They all acknowledged him with a small nod before returning to their soft conversation.

Miyuki chose to pull the small TV out and study the notes along with a visual.

Raichi still has insane batting power, but he's not the only one we should worry about. Yakushi has many other experienced batters that shouldn't be forgotten.

Miyuki's eyes flashed from the screen to the notes Nabe had given him many times. Back and forth, comparing the notes with the evidence in front of him.

Eventually, he couldn't keep his eyes open, the television screen began to make them sting. Pulling his glasses off with an agitated sigh, Miyuki rubbed his eyes before standing.

Sleep is a thing Kazuya...

He thought as he put the TV away and grabbed Nabe's note book.