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Chapter 1: Faithful Encounter

A flashing light was seen from afar and from one's point of view it looked like a star shooting across the dusk colored sky. The body of light hit the ground of a deserted playground. As the blinding light ceased a figure was seen lying faced down, blue hair sprawl across the grassy ground. It took awhile before the stranger regained consciousness. Blue dull eyes scouts the area from were she landed.

Using her hands and elbows she pushed herself to get up but failed miserably. Trying once again, she focused her energy into a standing position fortunately her efforts paid off. Panting heavily she slowly made her way through the trees that make up most of the park. It seems like walking took forever due to her weakened condition.

Feeling her knees give away, she slumped against a nearby tree breathing like she never breathe before. She knew she was now on her limit. Closing her eyes, she gathered all of what's left of her energy and continued moving on.

The once orange-red colored sky was now pitch black, giving birth to the stars and the moon. It was nightfall when the Seigaku's tennis club captain decided to leave the school premises. Autumn night breeze swept his hazel brown hair revealing a pair of hazel orbs that glint under the light of the moon as he walked home.

Deep in thought, he recalled the day's events. Earlier, the team's tennis practice was grueling. Although, he didn't mind the intensive training they have to endure in order to prepare for the nationals. He had to admit it took up most of his energy but kept it for himself after all he is the great stoic captain Kunimitsu Tezuka.

Unconsciously, he stopped at the entrance of the so familiar park. Looking up, he gazes at the full moon hidden behind the clouds. From were he's standing he heard faint footsteps coming inside the area. It seems to be heading toward his direction. He being not the superstitious type knitted his brow debating whether or not to continue walking on or check the area.

The owner of the footsteps drew near and stopped a few meters before the tall man. As the moon's light shone above them, he held his breath.

It was a girl.

Long blue locks were tangled by the night wind revealing a face which was covered with dirt. Blood was dripping from her left arm. Her black leather clothing was reduced to almost nothing exposing her bruised arms and legs but still enough to keep her modesty intact. Her body shivered as the cool breeze touched her battered skin.

Expressionless deep blue orbs met hazel.

Tezuka was appalled. He felt a shiver run down his spine under her dull stare. Her eyes reveal death in them. It was like she had killed before and one false move she could slash him in half. All sorts of mental images formed inside his head but he dismissed the thought. In his mind he already knew what to do but his body won't follow. Right in front of him was a girl badly injured and all he could do was stand there and stare back.

He watched as she slowly made her way towards him. When she was about to take another step forward her whole body gave into darkness. However, before her body could even touch the ground two strong arms broke her fall and held her gently.

Tezuka shook the unconscious girl lightly but she didn't move. He checked her pulse and felt a throb but it was weak. A wave of relief washed over him, knowing the girl was still alive. Taking his jacket off, he wrapped it on the injured girl to prevent her from getting cold. Remembering the girl's injured arm, he tore one of his uniform's sleeves and made a makeshift bandage. After giving her a quick glance he gathered her up in his arms and hurriedly made his way outside the park to the nearest hospital before it's too late.