Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. No real humans were harmed in the making of it. I don't own the characters used in this written piece. I own nothing, actually. I am just another bum.

Warning: I suck at grammar, that is all. This will be soooo confusing people.


Sonata of Life.


He had changed since that time. The very time had stopped for him. Only for him, not them.

He watched them having so much fun, living on like nothing had happened. Like he hasn't been a part of their lives at some point. It was a bit sickening, really. He felt envious, angry, sad and… forgotten.

Because they lived on. Without him.

"Oishiiii~~ have you seen this, they are making a new movie, nya!" The red-head's happy voice fluttered though the stillness that he had created around himself. The chirpy voice brought back another wave of the blackness that he kept in himself.

The mother hen of the team smiled, "Yes, I have Eiji. We should go see it, together with everyone." There was that sweet look in Oishi's eyes that he had seen only when the third-year was around Eiji. Sometimes, he wanted to make that look crumble. Now, was one of those times.

"Shut up Momoshiri, like hell will I do that!" Another voice he knew, another person that had forgotten about him. "Stop that already!" Kaidoh never changed, it seemed. Then again, it hasn't been that long.

And Momo was the same too, just like he has always been. "Are you scared Mamushi? You seem a little pale, you so do." The snicker that followed after only drove Kaidoh further, annoyed him more. It was an amusing sight, truly, but he didn't feel like laughing.

The rest of the regulars, the few people that he trusted enough to show them a speck of what he truly is, was, weren't here. Probably something to discuss, something to organize or something to do was what kept them away from the practice. Although, Kawamura probably didn't play anymore. He was the only one that had cried that day.

The only one.

He turned his face to the other side, the happy smiles and laughter and the secret eye messages that were passed between two people only drove him deeper into the blackness. And that wasn't what he wanted. But what he wanted then? To be seen? To be recognized? To be remembered?

Or was it something else entirely?

The corned of his mouth twitched a bit before he allowed the thought to disappear into the back of his mind, or what was left of it anyway. He allowed his tired and empty eyes to land on the smallest, or maybe shortest would be better, member of the regulars. Their baby of the team, their little leader. It was quite amusing to watch him. Only on rare cases a sign of emotion would color his face.

It took him by surprise when Echizen turned to look in his direction, because, clearly, he couldn't see him. No one could, he was sure of that. But those golden eyes never left him. They saw him, him, a being of the dead, a weak shadow of what he was, used to be.

The smile on his face, the one that was finally seen, was a real one this time. After so long.

The child walked over to where he floated above the ground, uncaring and slightly aloof, as always. But this was Echizen, there was little that could surprise him, probably. Then again, ghosts were actually a part of those 'few things', was what he had always thought.

But he could see him.

The baby of the team leaned against the fence, right next to him and pulled his hat down a little. "Hello, Fuji-sempai." He sounded the same as always, only maybe his voice sounded a bit further away to Fuji. But then again, everything sounded as if it was somewhere far away to him.

"Echizen, how are you?" He simply answered; the relief of talking to the child slowly flooded his transparent body. "You can see me, it seems."

He smirked, swinging his racket a bit, "Yeah well, somewhat."


A/N: This is pointlessly stupid and I will probably continue it anyway. I am such a fucking suicider. Yes I am. Why do I do this to myself? Hahahahaha!

Yeah and… Amm… the rest of my stories… yeah. They are not forgotten. Hopefully, Saturday or Sunday "Fixing What's Broken" will be up. Hopefully.