"Striiiiike! You're out!" Yamamoto's dark gaze glared at the pitcher. Kato Izanagi was Makio Middle School's star player, kind of like Yamamoto himself. Kato was a great asset to his team, and only allowed Namimori Middle to score one run. 'If only he was on our team,' Yamamoto thought wistfully, standing up from the bench and jogging into center field. The game was in a deadlock, 1-1, and Yamamoto was determined to win this, even if only by one point. He vowed to win this game as he put on his intense face, getting ready for the game ahead of them...


'Boring. So boring.' A girl thought, sitting at the stands with her chocolate eyes watching the field. Her eyes were focused on the game, but her mind absorbed nothing, as she was off in her own dream world. She was clad in a dark purple hoodie and dark-washed skinny jeans, but she still shivered under her light pink fleece blanket. It was a cold, April evening, and her father had managed to convince her to attend her brother's baseball game. As a dedicated baseball dad, Kato Arata never allowed himself to miss a game. 'I would know.' The girl thought, forcing herself not to roll her eyes. Her gaze rested upon a lanky, dark-haired boy with the last name Yamamoto printed on the back of his uniform. He stood, ready to bat, and she allowed herself to check him out shamlessly, a lustful sigh escaping her lips. 'At least there's a beautiful man here to focus on.'

"Amaya, are you doing alright? Cold? Tired?" Her dad asked, his eyes glancing over at his daughter. Since Amaya was the only girl in the family, her dad didn't have much experience with females, which, at times like this, the girl was thankful for. Her cheeks grew red in the dim light as she shook her head, her loose chestnut curls bouncing around.

"No, no, dad. Just focus on Izanagi. He's pitching now!" Even as she said these words, her eyes remained upon Yamamoto's handsome visage. 'If only I could get to know him better... If only -'

"Izanagi...? IZANAGI!" Her father exclaimed, standing up. Amaya's orbs moved towards the pitcher's cage, as she saw her brother's form crumpling down onto the cold ground. Without a thought, Amaya threw the blanket off of her body and leaped down three rows of bleachers, running into the field to her brother's form. His hand was clutched over his heart, as his deep, brown eyes fluttered closed.

"Call... Call the ambulance. CALL THE AMBULANCE!" She screamed in panic.


"CALL THE AMBULANCE!" The girl on the field exclaimed, as his hazel eyes widened in worry. He dropped the bat that he held within his hands, and ran to the pitcher's mound, appearing next to the girl. He pressed his ear down gently to the boy's chest, listening for a heartbeat.

"Can you hear the beat?" The girl asked, as their eyes met.

"It's irregular and rapid." He replied, as the wailing of sirens could be heard in the distance. In an instant, two paramedics picked Izanagi up and laid him on a stretcher, placing him gently in the back of the ambulance. Without another word, the nameless girl jumped up and ran to the bleachers, disappearing from the scene in a matter of moments with her father.


"The game is off." The coach said, resting his hand upon Yamamoto's shoulder. "We'll continue the game later, when Kato is doing better."