Konichiwa desu! It's Sora! As you can see, my Hidden Idol fanfic isn't going so well. I can't come up with good ideas. So... I'm going to write more and get inspiration and see if I can write the next chapter. Well, without further ado, with probably your pleasure or displeasure, here's Kuro to Shiro or Black and White, a MiyuSawa fanfic.

Summer of Sawamura's First Year

"Where is that darn catcher?!" a currently frustrated and desperate Sawamura Eijun shouted at the top of his lungs. He looked literally everywhere on campus for the catcher yet he couldn't find him. He was tired and sweating, in no shape to pitch, yet he still looked for the catcher. Why? Simply because he wanted his crush to catch is pitch. That's right. Unlike everyone's expectations, Sawamura already found out and knew that his feelings towards the catcher was love. And unlike everyone's expectations, Sawamura was good at hiding his feelings. Or at least, that was what he was aiming for. But since he was no good at it, almost everyone knew. Scratch that. Everyone on the team knew. All except Miyuki and Furuya. Both who were incredibly dense.

He searched the last place he hadn't searched yet. The warehouse. He was about to walk around it when he heard a voice he knew too well. "Miyuki-senpai," a Furuya Satoru said. "Nani, Furuya?" a Miyuki Kazuya replied. He was very pissed about just finding his catcher with the other pitcher but stayed where he was and listened in on their conversation, something he would regret. "I love you. Please go out with me," Furuya said with an emotionless (as always) face. Sawamura's eyes widened. He already felt the dread. "Huh? Eh?" was Miyuki's reply.

Furuya sighed. "I'll say it again. I love you. Please go out with me." Sawamura's head lowered down as his bangs covered his eyes. He hoped Miyuki would say no. Reject the other pitcher. "Sure." Sawamura's eyes widened with despair. Leave it to Miyuki Kazuya to say the exact opposite of what he wanted to hear. He moved before he could stop himself. Furuya turned to look at the pitcher with surprised eyes. Miyuki did the same. "Don't think you have him all to yourself now, Furuya! He'll become my catcher and I'll become the ace!" Before Furuya could replay, Sawamura stormed out, tears flowing out.

He never wanted to see the azure sky and the green grass ever again and his wish was granted.

At 8:00 p.m.

To make things worse, the whole team was studying for some reason in Miyuki's room. More like Kataoka made them study after hearing the teams horrible scores on tests and quizzes. Now with Miyuki and Furuya being closer than ever, especially their faces and their blushes, it was one of Sawamura's worst nights. Once the team realized what Sawamura was glaring at, they all felt bad for him. They stared at him with pitying eyes. "What?" Sawamura asked when he realized they were staring at him. They all quickly started "working" on their homework again ignoring Sawamura.

"Oi, Sawamura!" Zono shouted at the first year. "What do you want Zono-senpai?!" Sawamura shouted back. "Could you grab my math notebook for me? It's on the desk." Sawamura got up from his laying position and looked at the top of the desk. "Which one is it senpai?"

"The green one." He looked again. None of them looked green. In fact, none of them had any color expect for the white one. "Which one?" Sawamura repeated, clearly confused. "The green one, you loudmouth!" Zono shouted him. Sawamura still looked confused. "Never mind. I'll get it myself." Zono picked himself up and walked over.

Sawamura looked at his senpai's t-shirt and saw that it was red. As it should be. He looked at Haruichi's hair and it was pink. As it has always been. Sawamura was about to think that nothing was wrong until he saw Kuramochi's shirt. "Kuramochi-senpai." Sawamura started with confusion written across his face. "What?" the shortstop answered. "What color is your shirt?" Kuramochi started at Sawamura as if he had grown a pair of horns. "Hah?! It's green obviously, you Bakamura!"

Miyuki looked up. What the heck was all this commotion about? "Is something wrong Kuramochi?" Kuramochi then looked at Miyuki. "This baka asked what color my shirt was when it is clearly green!" Miyuki rolled his eyes. Seriously? All this fuss for such a trivial matter. "Miyuki..." Sawamura started again. This time with despair written across his face. "What?" Miyuki replied, noticing the despair. "That's a white shirt right?" Miyuki raised and eyebrow and looked down to check. "Yeah..."

"Then what color are the sleeves?" Miyuki somehow now understood what Kuramochi was feeling. "Their blue. Why?" Sawamura ignored the question and widened his eyes. "Oi. Are you feeling ok there Sawamura?" Sawamura then forced a smile. One that Miyuki recognized because he wore the same smile countless of times. "Yeah. I'm fine. Sorry for asking some dumb questions. I'm just tired. Yeah. I'm going to sleep. See you guys tomorrow." He stepped out and walked back to his room leaving everybody else to wonder what happened.

Sawamura flung himself on the bed. He laid on his back and put his hand up eye level. "What the freaking heck is wrong?"

Next Day

Sawamura went to class as usual. He also acted the same in class. That meant siting in his chair and not paying attention to the teacher. He also barely registered the fact the the teacher was calling his name.

"Sawamura. Sawamura. Sawamura. Sawamura!" the math teacher yelled while slamming his lesson guide on the desk. Sawamura simply looked up. "Solve that equation!" The teacher pointed at the board. "x=3 square root 5," he answered after looking at it for 3 seconds. The teacher checked before looking back at him in confusion. "That's correct." All of his classmates backed up towards the walls. "Unbelievable. That Sawamura got it right? Now that I think of it, he wasn't loud today." Once his classmates realized that, they backed up even farther. Even the teacher did. Haruichi looked at the brunette worriedly. 'Sure I was upset about Furuya and Miyuki but seriously? This?' is what the batter thought. And of course, Furuya slept through the whole thing.

Everyone kept their distance from the now quiet Sawamura. They were all too scared to approach him. After all, he answered every question the teacher asked him. Correctly too. Sawamura didn't care anymore. What was the point of hiding this knowledge when the person you love wouldn't come and personally teach you anymore? The only people who stuck to him were the much appreciated Haruichi and the not so much appreciated Furuya.

At practice

Sawamura was up and ready for any game that day. Though it was a little weird because he couldn't see any of the blue in their uniforms anymore. Not even his cap or the sky looked blue. He looked up. 'Seriously? Even the sky?' Sawamura thought worriedly.

"Oi, Sawamura! Pitch for me," Miyuki called out to the pitcher. In response, Sawamura immediately headed over to Chris to see if he could catch for the brunette. Miyuki was confused with the 1st years behavior. 'Huh. That's odd. Sawamura would usually be sprouting rainbows being so happy. Whatever. This just means I get to spend even more time with Furuya,' Miyuki thought with love at the end.

The next week

'Ok. This is seriously getting out of hand. I'll go see a doctor tomorrow,' Sawamura thought. 'Let's just hope it isn't anything too serious.'

A/N: Sorry. I was too lazy to write the rest of the week so I just skipped it. I'm puking from writing the Miyuki x Furuya thought love thing.