Authors Note

This story is created from a role play made between two people. It is virtually written by two different writers; one portraying Hinata's emotions and the other Yui's.

Hinata's P.O.V

It was bright, just like every other day that had passed in the summer. The sun stood high in the sky, cascading its shimmering lights upon every surface it could find. Kids ran in the streets, melting ice-creams dripping down their fingers as they played about, giggling and having fun; taking each precious moment of their childhood to express themselves whilst adults watched from their porches, admiring the freedom and reflecting on their youth. But, in the mist of the atmosphere, one blue-haired teenage boy walked past, a bat balancing on his shoulder and a ball in the other hand. Today—Well, once again, it was the perfect day to hit the baseball pitch.

With his head directed towards the sun, allowing its warm rays to gently caress his face, Hinata headed through the bustling rural streets. It was his fourth day in a row visiting the baseball pitch, and each day, he seemed to enjoy it more and more. It was the freedom of the wide opened spaces, the fresh air that surrounded his body, the sweat that would drip from his hair as he roughly moved about, but most of all, it was the interaction with friends. It was a far cry from sitting indoors, unable to move about—To enjoy the little things that life had to offer.

This in other words, according to Hinata, was happiness.

Hours passed, and as he continued to swing the bat, hitting the ball time after time after time, Hinata took a quick break, allowing his body to relax as he flopped down onto the wooden bench. Sweat had soaked almost every part of his clothes by now, and instead of the sun smiling down on them from high above, it slowly started to sink into the ground; the blue sky being replaced by a different hue.

It was almost time to leave—To call it day when he heard a quick "Head's up!" followed by the baseball flying at an incredible rate towards him. It didn't take him long to react, his feet thudding down onto the ground as he leaped up, the bat still in his hands from when he had decided to rest; there was a loud clatter as the wood smacked hard against the leather ball. It was like it happened in slow motion, everyone's heads followed the spherical object as it flew through the atmosphere, higher and higher than he had been able to hit it before; so high it disappeared across the fences and towards the row of houses on the outskirts of the park.

Fuuuuuck—

He knew it before it even happened. Glass shattered, the noise echoing throughout the emptying streets and the boy's face fell; eyes widened and suddenly the heat dissipated from his face. There was laughter from his other team mates as they clapped him on the back, muttering sarcastic comments. "Thanks—Thanks a lot." Was all he could muster up to the others boys before he started to make his way out of the pitch and towards the house he had struck. He could just leave without saying sorry—What if it was an old family? What if he had hit someone? The possibilities were more than frightening—Perhaps he would pay for the repairs too…

Great.

He looked up, noticing the shattered window and with a hesitant hand, he knocked delicately on the door.