Ok, so I got two reviews on chapter six, so like I promised...here's chapter seven.

Chapter Seven

That little rat succumbing trash eater! How dare he start talking to- My own thoughts scared myself and made me sigh heavily as I tied my tennis shoes and looked around the forest track. I'm supposed to be running by now, not getting frustrated by Yuuri.
I start to run down the forest path and think of how childish I was being about Yuuri. Not only was I not acting rationally but I was for some reason jealous of him talking to another guy who seemed to know him already. In one of the classes Yuuri and I had together I couldn't help but watch him, still trying to figure out why I had such strong feelings towards him. Though as soon as his new friend caught me staring I looked away. Though from the way those two were talking, I doubt they just met recently. They seemed the kind of close where you've spent a good amount of time with each other. Talking...getting to know one another...their likes and dislikes...hopes and wishes….

I unconsciously pick up my pace, easily passing most of my classmates. Taking deep breaths I try to focus on my heartbeat and the movement of my feet, the swishing of the grass as I ran through it.

Yes..that's it. Get into the rhythm.

I quickly finished the ten laps we had to do and moved on to my after stretches, noticing a little smugly that no one else seemed to be finished.

"Ha..See? Still nice and fast." I muttered to myself, reaching up for the sky. Finishing with my stretches I walk over to some of the equipment the teacher had set down during the beginning of class, and look through it. Finding a Staff, I go through some of the techniques I had learned with Conrad. "Step forward...swing..right...left..."

"Umm...Bielefeld?"

"Yes?" I respond, turning around. Unfortunately, I didn't realize how close the person was and nearly hit them in the head with the brunt of the staff. Thankfully I managed to pull back before hitting anyone.

"Sorry! I didn't realize you were so close to me." I blink in surprise when I recognize the teacher staring back at me, bursting out into laughter after seeing my expression.

"It's ok I shouldn't have gotten so close. But you sure have nice form. Did you take classes?"

"No. My parents felt it was necessary so they had my brother teach me."

"Oh? Interesting. Feel like doing some techniques with an old man?"

"Sure I'd be honored." I smile and bow, the teacher doing the same. We get into the first measure, our movements swift and in sinque as we move throughout the techniques. Up, strike down, side shift, right foot…

Soon I am covered in sweat and panting hard, but I refused to show any weakness in front of anyone. But the more we continue the harder it gets to stay together and as the teacher moves into an upward strike, I slip and lose my balance, falling to the hard earth with a thump.

"You ok Bielefeld?" The teacher asks, bending down.

"Yes I'm fine. Shall we continue?" I puff, scrambling to my feet.

"Well.." We're interrupted by a drop of rain, ominous thunder clouds starting to cover the sun.

"Teacher? It's starting to rain."

"Could we go inside now?"

I blink. When did the others..?

"Sure it's fine. Can't train out in the rain, and it's best to get inside before it starts to pour." Smiling the teacher gestures for me to follow him inside and I start to obey, freezing at the ominous sound of rumbling.

"Come on Bielefeld. It'll start thundering soon."

I could hear the teacher calling me, but I couldn't move. Suddenly I remembered a baseball bat by Yuuri's bed.

"Sorry, I have somewhere else to be!" I lie, waving to the teacher as I take off for the baseball field.