Deletion
A loud bang echoed in the computer lab, as the sliding door in the corner opened. A pale man swiftly walked in, and the door banged again as it closed. Looking flustered and angry, the man hastily moved to the main computer and switched it on. He couldn't bring himself to ask the questions: "Why? Why now? And why so sudden?" The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he got. The computer screen flashed a bright white, indicating that it was warmed up, and the man began typing, searching for a very particular file. He glanced at his watch. 3:15pm. It was too late now. The plane had taken off with his most promising tennis player, and there was no turning back now. The kid was returning home, halfway across the world, and he didn't even bother to give a few days' notice. Just a simple "I've quit the tennis club, and I'm returning to Japan.", and that was it. The man clenched his fist, turning his knuckles white, as the computer loaded the profile that he wanted:
Fuji Hikaru
Kanji: 不二 光
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Tokyo, Japan
Birthday: May 8
Age: 14
Height: 175cm
Weight: 56 kg
Eyesight: 1.0 (Both eyes)
Blood Type: A
Dominant Arm: Ambidextrous, but born left handed
As the man scrolled through this young man's file, his hatred grew and grew. Hikaru was the best player in this extremely prestigious, world famous tennis club, with top notch technology and facilities. Why would this idiot quit for no reason, and return to Japan, where tennis wasn't even that popular? The man knew that Hikaru was only an exchange student, but after seeing his skill on the tennis court, he wanted to keep the player for himself, and train him to be a tennis champion. But apparently, the kid had other thoughts. With a snarl, the man scrolled to the very bottom of Fuji Hikaru's file, and without any hesitation at all, he clicked the red button: DELETE.