Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or any of the characters besides Isamu and Kiyoshi.

Please note that the pairings may change, so don't expect anything besides the main pair.

Notice: In the last chapter I said soccer, but I will be using football instead this chapter. Sorry for the confusion!

Also, I'll be using honorifics too, but will be eventually dropping them once they become familiar with each other.

Isamu POV

"Hey, Isamu-kun! I would have never thought you played basketball!" Takeru yells across the room that I've just entered in front of a lot of people. I bite my lip at an attempt not to fidget as I wave at the gleeful blonde. Waving me over, Takeru smiles at me with a sense of worry as he looks at my covered arms.

"Hello, Takeru-san. I wasn't expecting you to be on the team either," I reply politely with a blank face as I sit next to him on the locker room bench. I twirl a loose strand of my pearly white hair as the intense stares become... intense.

"Hey, Takeru-kun? Who's that pretty friend you got there?" a teen with spiky bleach hair and piercing green eyes ask with a sly grin as he leans forward from the bench across from us.

Me? I'm pretty? I give him a confused stare and glance around to make sure that he wasn't talking about someone else. Deeming that there is no one else, I stare back at him with even more confusion.

"Dude, give him a break. He just got here. He's had a ruff ti-" Takeru stops suddenly as the expression of the other guy becomes stricken with shock. Takeru smirks slightly before continuing, "Oh? You thought he was a girl? Ha ha ha, no he's a boy." Takeru laughs at the other boy as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

I quickly look at the tile floor as a stinging in my eyes began. He thought I was a girl? He only thought I was pretty because he thought I was a girl... I guess I'm a really ugly guy then. Great, no one will want to be around me.

"Dude, I'm so sorry for calling you a chick. I'm actually really embarrassed. Are we cool man?" the basketball player apologizes with a small hint of a blush as he scratches the back of his head.

He's sorry? Well, that doesn't really matter. He still thought I was a girl. I can't let him know that he hurt me though. I let out a silent breath to calm myself before looking up with blank eyes. "It's alright. My long hair could confuse anyone. My name is Miyagi, Isamu. It's nice to meet you," I reply ready for my greeting to be shot down.

"Great! It's nice to meet you too, Miyagi-chan! My name is Shibata, Shu. You can call me Shu-sama if you want," the bleached male chuckles with a wink in my direction.

What the hell? "I'm not sure about that. How 'bout I call you Shibata-sempai since you look older than me and you call me Miyagi-san," I suggest slightly uncomfortable with how Shibata-sempai acts like we're the best of friends.

"What? Trying to get rid of me or something? Don't be such a stranger, man. We're teammates, so we should be familiar with on another. How 'bout I call you Isamu-kun and you call me Shu-kun? Later, we can drop the honorifics if you're comfortable?" Shibata-sempai smiles warmly at me.

Before either of us can argue anymore on the subject, a tall senior with dark, unkempt hair and violet eyes clears his throat to begin the meeting. "Hello, I would like to welcome all of you to our basketball program. My name is Tamura, Yuu. You can all call me Tamura-taichou. This here is our coach Tanaka-sensei," Tamura-taichou introduces the group to the tall man with neat brown hair that went a little past his chin and honey eyes. He wore a blue t-shirt and black basketball shorts showing off his young, muscular form.

"It is a pleasure to meet everyone here. There is so many interesting people here that I can't wait to get started! Now, chop-chop. Ten laps around the track outside. Do mind the football players that are probably running on it too. Good luck on your five mile warm up!" Tanaka-sensei cheers happily shocking everyone a little besides Tamura-taichou.

No one dares to groan since this is college, so instead we jump off of the benches and walk towards the door that leads out to the track. "Good luck on the warm-up. This is what got fifteen people to quit last year. If you make through this then you're good for the rest of the year," Takeru-san whispers to me as we start on a slow jog.

"No talking and no walking or you won't play in the first fifteen games and will have to re-run this tomorrow as the warm-up!" Tanaka-sensei smirks after he yells this threat through the megaphone.

I mentally kill him in my mind that included many needles, before focusing on the task of running with a good form to reduce chances of cramps. I stop myself barely as Kiyoshi waves at me with a silly grin after he takes his mile warm-up. Jerk. I keep myself from waving back just in case if that counts as 'talking'. He sticks his tongue out at me before being yelled at by Taichi.

I bite my lip to stop an on coming smile, but let it slip on my face for a couple of seconds until I got it under control. Plus, smiling took to much energy as I finished my fifth lap. Shit only half-way done.

By now, I'm breathing heavily and my bruises are screeching in extreme agony. It doesn't help that this is the hottest April has ever been before! Two players have already started walking, while the rest are jogging slow and breathing fast with a few exceptions.

It's crazy, but sensei is running with us and he's first! He's not even breathing that hard! He's even half a lap in front of me! Tamura-taichou is in second while staying close behind sensei. Takeru-san and I are third, but pretty far behind the two with the pace we started off at. Takeru-san is breathing less heavily than me, but its easy to tell that he's tired.

I jump slightly as Shibata-sempai jogs up to my side and gives me a warm smile. "Hey, Takeru-kun, Isamu-kun. This is hell isn't it?" he asks rhetorically with another smile before flinching.

"Shibata! I said no talking! You are going to repeat this 10 lap run tomorrow! I will forget about the 15 game suspension if you end in the top three. Oh and I have a new rule! If I lap you, then you have to run 20 laps tomorrow! You will also have to do 10 additional laps if you are not in the top seven! Good luck to all!" Sensei calls through the megaphone with a cheery smile before jogging a little faster.

The immediate effect was panic. People started going faster causing even more panic. Shibata-sempai looks at the two of us with puppy dog eyes as if asking if we would let him beat us. We stare back at him not daring to nod our response. I let out a sigh when Sensei's intense stare wasn't on us anymore.

Finishing our 8th lap made me realize that there wasn't much left. Only a mile left! Can't say it was an energy booster to know that. The three of us managed to keep tied in third place, but Sensei seemed to get closer and closer every step we took. There is already 10 people doing 20 laps and probably the additional 10 laps. I was wondering why so many people were on the team. He's trying to get rid of the weak links.

Glancing back, I could see that three more people were lapped. My eyes were practically sparkling with joy as the last 100 yards were left. That joy was suddenly smashed in a million pieces as I tripped a little. A soaring pain travels throughout my whole right leg that I almost stopped, but quickly recover so I wouldn't have to repeat the 10 laps tomorrow.

Takeru-san slows slightly with me while Shibata-sempai quickens his pace to finish in third. By the time we finish in fourth and fifth, my ankle was throbbing in so much pain and every step I took sent shocking tremors through my whole leg. I quickly collapse onto the grassy inside of the track to wait for everyone to finish and to let myself to rest.

Takeru-san dumps himself next to me and heaves his own lung-filled breaths. He smiles at me still conscious about the no talking rule. After a couple more minutes, everyone is done and heaving on the ground in the baking sun.

"Good, good! Some of you managed to get 40 laps tomorrow while only five of you got none. You will be able to remove or add laps onto your tab depending on how you do on the rest of practice. Also, this is a new system I am doing starting this year with the consent of the captain. No amount of kissing my ass will get you less laps or other punishments will help, so don't try. Now go get some water and report back here in fifteen minutes for some drills!" Sensei orders still with that sunny smile.

Everyone waits for a couple seconds before struggling to get up and walking lifelessly to the door that led to the locker room. I waited a couple more seconds with Takeru-kun and Shibata-sempai before we too started struggling up ourselves. They both gave me questioning looks as I stayed put on the ground.

"Aren't you gonna get up and get a drink?" Takeru-san asks with slight concern. He holds his hand out to me as if trying to be encouraging.

"I would if I could. I really can't get up. I think I majorly tore up my ankle on the last 100 yards when I tripped. It hurts so much," I reply trying to keep the pain from my voice.

"Holy shit, why didn't you say something before, dud?" Shibata-sempai growls with a serious face before looking around to find that no one from the basketball team was outside anymore. "Takeru-kun, you stay with Isamu-kun while I go over to the football team and ask for a trainer."

Great, now Kiyoshi will know too. My thoughts are rudely destroyed as a shocking pain jolts up my leg when I accidentally move my ankle. Looking away from Takeru-kun's concern, I busy myself with trying to control my tremors of pain.

"Hey, Taichi-kun! One of our players has a really bad sprain ankle or something. You guys have a trainer here or something?" Shibata-sempai yells over to the football captain.

Taichi-kun looks over at the tall blonde annoyed for a second before looking over at the two us. "Oh shit, did Isamu-kun sprain his ankle?" Taichi-san asks rhetorically as he looks back at Shibata-sempai. He quickly looks at his team and announces, "We will be taking a ten minute break, so rest up! Kiyoshi, you're coming with me. Your brother seems to have sprain his ankle."

My twin instantly looks over at me and takes a dead sprint over my way and barely restrains himself from tackling me. "Are you alright, Isamu? Did you run long with it?" Kiyoshi demands with tears in his eyes and that helpless look surfacing on his face.

I look away from him in hopes that he wouldn't see how much it hurt. "I only ran the last 100 yards with it. I tripped and then I felt... the pain. I'm sure its not that bad. I can take it," I dismiss easily. This should be no different from any of the other times.

Kiyoshi glares slightly at me before taking a strong grasp of my ankle. There was nothing I could do but let out a yelp. "See? It does hurt! I told you to stop lying to me!" Kiyoshi growls with that face again.

Why does he have to look like that? I lie to him for his benefit. It would take stress away from him if he knew that I was okay. He doesn't need to know how much pain I'm in constantly. I wonder why its so hard to keep in the pain this time though. Is it because I don't have to hide it because its not from him?

"Hey, I got Sensei while you guys were talking," Takeru-san smiles brightly as if he did the right thing and he should be rewarded... like a puppy?

"Let's see your ankle, Isamu-chan!" Sensei cheers crouching down to gently take my ankle in his hands.

"Here, take my hand. Squeeze it if it hurts," Kiyoshi smiles timidly as a sign of an apology for earlier. I eye him for a second before silently taking his hand. Looking away from his radiant smile, I force myself from blushing at such blunt happiness. How can someone be so happy? Its not like I deserve such a smile directed at me.

I squeeze my twin's hand harshly as a soaring pain shot up my leg as Sensei removed my shoe. I let out a sigh as I relax. I glare my crimson eyes into his honey eyes as a warning not to suddenly do that EVER again. "Hm, sorry Isamu-chan. Didn't mean to hurt you," Sensei smirks slightly giving me chills.

I look away from him as a sort of 'whatever'. Eyes widening quickly, I barely had enough time to look at my Sensei before he was glaring at me. I look regretfully at my uncovered legs and the bruises that accompanied them. I do nothing as he takes my wrists and pull up my sleeves to show even more injuries.

"I'm guessing there is more on the rest of your body?" A nod. "Well, you will sit out the rest of practice and I will talk to you after along with Tamura-chan. Now get that wrapped and I'll see you after practice."

I've got to say. A serious Sensei is a lot scarier than a cheerful one while running. Can't say I'm excited for basketball anymore. I mean, how could anyone like me be accepted on such a great team?

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Character Bios:

Miyagi, Isamu:

Age:19

Birthday: April 13th

College: Tokyo University

Year: 2nd

Club/Occupation: Plays on the basketball team/ Works part-time at a small cafe

Appearance: He has snow white hair that goes to the small of his back with bangs that cover his forehead and a little bit of his eyes. He has crimson eyes that scares people and prevent him from having friends. He has pale skin and a feminine body. Overall, one would call him an albino.

Bio- Isamu is the younger twin of Kiyoshi. He is the main character of the story along with Ishida, Yamato. Being that he is an albino, he scares many of the people around him and in result doesn't have many friends. Kiyoshi and his mother seem to be the only people that like to be around him. It is revealed that his father's death somehow ties with him and that his stepfather, who was Isamu's father's best friend, has a deep hatred for Isamu and beats him daily. Due to this, he has a hard time sleeping, afraid that he'll be beat or he'll have another nightmare. No other information...

Personality: He tries to keep everything to himself and doesn't want people to know anything about him. He is constantly trying to keep in his emotions, afraid that if he doesn't, people will find out the truth. He also has a hard time trusting people because everyone is afraid of him and he's scared they'll hurt him. He has no confidence in himself and would rather have someone else lead. He also thinks of himself as an ugly demon that no one loves.

Miyagi, Kiyoshi:

Age:19

Birthday: April 13th

College: Tokyo University

Year: 2nd

Club/Occupation: Plays on the baseball team/ Works part-time at store

Appearance: He has dark blue hair that is spiky and goes about to his chin. His bangs are also spiky and covers his forehead in a messy manner. On top of his head is a Chicago White Sox baseball hat in a backwards fashion. He has warm, hot chocolate eyes. His skin is tan and he is well muscled.

Bio: He is the older twin of Isamu. He is always seen with large groups of people since he is friends with almost everyone. Although he has many friends, he likes to spend most of his time with his twin brother. He has know for some time that his stepfather is beating his twin, but doesn't say anything because he wants his twin to come to him for help. He is clueless to the many other things his twin is burdened with, but senses that he is trying to pull away from him.

Personality: He is often seen wearing a grin or a smile. He always tries to see the good in everything, but often lets his emotions get in the way. Although he is a sunny character, he has many problems of his own that he hides under a smile. Like his twin, he hides himself afraid that people will see how weak he is. He is really attached to his twin and is really hurt that he doesn't come to him for advice and help.

A link of pictures of the OCs will probably be available next chapter along with Bios of the other OCs.

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