WARNINGS: SERIOUS LANGUAGE AND MILD VIOLENCE

Every day was the same damn thing.

Get up, tennis practice, go to class, tennis practice, lunch, tennis practice, more school, tennis practice, dinner and even more tennis fucking practice. I know that Yuki-buchou wants me to go to all of them and as doubles 2 player, I absolutely had to be there.

But I really, really, really didn't want to be there.

What I really wanted to be doing was going to the classical music club and lay my soul bare with a violin.

Okay, what the fuck? Did you actually believe that? Damn, you're an idiot.

Anyway, I'm Niou Masaharu, trickster extraordinaire. One day, I got into the middle of this huge gang fight and I mean huge. There were more guys there with knives than I've seen at a butcher's convention.

Not that I've ever been to one though.

I think that that's the best place for this shit to begin, (which I'm only writing this shitty diary, well journal as my therapist prefers to call it)

Okay, normal September day. I was blowin' off some of my classes (the boring ones like lit and English) and about to head back to school so Sanada and Yuki don't assign me laps until the end of time. When I was walking back past the playground, I saw two or three little kids.

Well, it was a playground and I saw some ladies walking around so I assumed that the kids were fine and safe. Then, a few teenagers (like eighteen and nineteen year olds) walk up to the children and proceed to begin to beat the shit out of them. Normally I wouldn't pay any attention to this, but I'm not a completely heartless bastard.

I walked up to the largest of the douches and tapped him on the shoulder.

He turned around and asked, "The hell do you want?"

My answer was punching him square in the nose.

"Who's next?" I asked, putting on my best devil may care grin. All of the other six came at me at once and it took all I had to yell to the brats to get the hell away. Now, I'm normally a very good street-fighter, but I'm not normally going up against guns, knives, and baseball bats. Most of the time it's just one of the three and I can handle myself real well. Having the near impossible combination of all three, well, let's just say the fight got real ugly, but not for the jackasses beating up on little kids.

Next thing I know, Yagyuu crouched down above me looking incredibly worried about somethin'. "Hey Yeahgyuu~." I said distortin' his name as usual. Before he could reply, I tried to sit myself up and pain ripped through my abdomen.

"Do not try to do that again, alright Niou?" He said quietly, his question bein' more of an order but I really wasn't in the mood to fight about him orderin' me around.

"The hell happened, Hiroshi?" I asked as more pain shot up my spine and I nearly had a fucking seizure.

"I was about to ask you the same thing." He said, "You never showed up for practice, so about fifty minutes in, Sanada asked me to come looking for you. After about ten minutes, I happened across the park and saw you lying on the ground in a pool of your own blood. God, Haru, you scared the shit out of me."

I looked up at him at amazement.

"What?" He asked, suddenly very subconscious.

"You just fuckin' swore." I said in wonder, "You never swear unless you're me."

"Well, let's see. My best friend got himself shot up, sliced up and beat up and the only thing you can concentrate on is my use of profanity?" He asked exasperated.

"Wait. Back up. You said shot?" I asked, my voice going hoarse at the statement. That must've been what was hurting like a motherfucker in my stomach.

"Yeah. I have called an ambulance and the team and their both on their way right now." He said voice laced with pain.

"Are you hurt, Hiroshi?" I asked stupidly, wonderin' about the pain.

"No, of course not." He answered automatically.

"Then why do you sound like you're in pain?" I asked suspicious.

"I already told you. My best friend got his ass kicked. Do you not think that that would hurt me too?" He said incredulously. I could honestly tell him that I'd never even thought about it. I've never really had actual friends before and the feelins' associated with it were really new and really damn scary.

"Really?" I asked disbelieving.

"Really." He confirmed, just as I heard a bunch of people yell out, "Niou! Yagyuu!"

Yagyuu turned to confirm that the team just showed up and he nodded slightly to show they were here.

"Niou, are you alright?" Yuki said as he dropped to his knees beside me.

"Course Yuki. Why wouldn't I be?" I asked. Right after I got that out, a fit of coughing began to rack my body.

"Niou, come on." Hiroshi said, "It'll be okay. I can hear the sirens getting closer now."

And I could too. Just barely though, over the sound of my coughing. I could see Yuki's lips moving during the fit, but I couldn't hear a damn thing for some reason. Black began to dance at the edges of my vision and Yuki and Hiroshi begin to yell at someone that I couldn't see. An oxygen mask appeared out of nowhere and was placed over my mouth.

Seconds later, I blacked out completely.

When I woke up, I ended up staring at a completely white ceiling, in a room with white walls and all that jazz.

'Oh fuck, a hospital.' was my first thought.

Original right?

I thought so. Anyway, as soon as I got the strength to turn my head (which took more than a few minutes by the way) I saw Yagyuu sitting by my bed, asleep in one of those real fuckin' uncomfortable hospital chairs.

I, like the oh so amazing genius that I am, then tried to sit up.

Not my best idea. I admit that.

So, I started coughing and Yagyuu shot up awake immediately.

"Haru!" He exclaimed as he reached around and slammed the nurse call button like twenty times.

I tried to respond back, but that just brought on even more coughing. Twenty seconds later (or maybe longer- oh well, I blame the fuckin' vicodin) the entire nursing staff must've all crashed into my room at once.

Took a few minutes, but they were finally able to help me stop my coughing. Half an hour later, I think they were finally done takin' all my vitals and Yagyuu finally came back to sit beside me.

"How long was I out, Yeahgyuu~?" I asked, distortin' his name like I felt I hadn't in a long time.

"It's been about three weeks, Haru." He answered quietly.

As much as I hate to admit this (and I wouldn't if anyone else but would be reading this) but this info really threw me for a loop.

I mean three fucking weeks.

How the hell does that even happen?

"There's something else, Haru." Yagyuu said quietly, "The doctors found something when they were performing the surgery on your abdomen."

"Well, what was it Yagyuu? Spit it out." I said vehemently, not really wanting to hear anything else, good or bad at the moment. Personally, I still couldn't get over the fact I was in a god damn coma for three frickin' weeks.

"The doctors found…" He said, his voice cracking on the last word.

"Wait! What?" I asked, and according to Yagyuu, I turned just as white as my hair.

The only thing I could think was…

Holy shit.

- Sincerely,

Niou Masaharu

(P.S. Huh, my therapist should be pretty damn happy. I actually signed out of the damn diary, ok here's my normal signature. Pretty good joke. Poor therapist. Haha.)

- Fuck off,

Signed, the bitch.

AN- well, you have to admit, a diary from Niou Masaharu is a very, very scary concept.

You know you're scared, admit it. Anyway, I love Niou. Besides Atobe, he's my favourite. And anybody reading this has to admit Niou's one of your guilty pleasures. As a head's up this is going to be multi-chaptered. This is going to have some major language (I mean come on. It's Niou.). Some chapters are going to be majorly offensive. Any chapters that have depressive triggers or horrible content will have warnings at the beginnings of the chapters. Read at your own risk. If you choose to read and ignore warnings, I will not be held responsible.

Though if you are brave enough to continue, please do.

Hope you like it. Love,

Tainted Fated Demise