Yeah, I'm not the only one who doesn't ship MiyuFuru, but I have to! For the sake of this story, I must! So bear with me, please! Also, a new shipping appears in this chapter although I really don't ship it *flies to moon*


Chapter 9: Beat Down

Eijun groaned as he woke up the next morning on a hospital bed. "How … did I get here? Oh, yeah … I fainted."

Dr. Shimizu walked through the door, a menacing aura surrounding her.

"Is something wrong?" the brunette asked, slightly afraid.

The dark haired woman glared at him, pulling at her stethoscope. "How many times am I going to tell you this?! You need to be more careful! Your friends just came and asked about your abortion after they brought you in here. What do you think would've happened if they found out the truth? Huh? You're only hurting yourself. I'm not one to lecture, but if accidents like these occur again … I will stop defending you. I'm being serious, Sawamura. Do you hear me?"

Eijun bit his lip. "Yes. I know what I'm doing. They won't find out till it happens."


Kuramochi sighed, leaning against the outside of the hospital. "Yo, Narumiya, don't you think Sawamura's doctor was acting a bit strange?"

Mei jumped on his motorcycle, adjusting his helmet. "I know, right? She looked so grumpy when we asked about Sawamura. Maybe she was hiding something from us. Wanna take a ride home? I got an extra helmet."

The green-head nodded, sitting behind the blonde. "My car's in the repair shop. Thanks."

"No problem!" Mei yelled in English, zooming off.


Two hours later, Eijun was dispatched from the hospital. "Dr. Shimizu seemed really furious back there. Guess I should learn to be extra–"

"Oi, skinny bitch with the navy blue overalls!"

The brunette shyly looked up, four thugs encircling him. "E-Eh? What do you want from me?"

One guy with piercings and a red mohawk grabbed Eijun by the arm, eyes wide with curiosity. "Damn, you're a sexy ass bitch! You're totally my body type! Why don't we go somewhere and play for a while? Give me your digits!"

The former pitcher held his stomach protectively, gnashing his teeth angrily. "Who are you punks? Leave me alone! I'm a guy, not a girl, for your information!"

Another thug with orange hair and a tattooed arm squinted. "You look mad familiar though …" He smirked in recognition. "Oi, guys! Ain't this the bitch that Kazuya sent us after?!"

"Oh, yeah! I see the resemblance!" exclaimed the tallest member with gray highlights. "What a surprise to meet you … slutty whore!"

They dragged Eijun into an alley, leaving his purse on the street.


One Hour Later

A certain dark haired male opened his umbrella, walking down the hill from a convenience store. "Thank God I have my umbrella! I cannot afford getting wet."

"Some … one … help m-me …"

The male stopped, searching for the source of the voice. Noticing a brown purse in the middle of the road, it led him to an alley. Seeing a limp body on the ground, he dropped his umbrella and bag of bananas and ran towards it. "Yo! Are you okay?! What happened?!"

Eijun's chest heaved upward rapidly, endless tears flowing down his cheeks. "That voice … It hurts … they attacked me … for no reason … Sanada-senpai …"

Sanada Shunpei analyzed the bruises on the brunette's legs and arms, confusion written all over his face. "Who attacked you, Sawamura? Who did this?"

"A gang … they said t-that Kazuya … sent them … to assault me …"

"Kazuya … as in Miyuki Kazuya? Why would he– never mind. Where does it hurt the most?"

Eijun placed a hand on his stomach, stroking it softly. "Here," he said painfully. "They didn't hit it much, but … it hurts … a lot …"

Sanada turned his back to the latter, motioning for him to mount. "Get on my back," he instructed calmly. "We're going to my place so I can treat your wounds. Can you stand?"

The brunette unsteadily got to his knees, climbing onto the dark haired man. Slinging his arms around his shoulder, he rested his head on his back, dozing off.

'Damn, his heart's beating so fast. Whoa, his body's shaking like crazy too … Wait, did he just fall asleep?'


Sanada wiped the rain out his eyes as he rang the doorbell to his house.

The door opened, revealing Todoroki Raichi (now Sanada Raichi). "Shunpei! What took you so damn long– GAAAH! Sawamura Eijun! He's hurt!"

Sanada ran inside and set Eijun down on the living room couch. "Can you get me a first aid kit?"

"S-Sure," Raichi said, going to the bathroom.

Raishun, their four year old son, looked at Eijun with concern. "Daddy, who's that?"

"Your mom and I's rival from high school. I never thought I'd meet him again this way."

The ex-batter returned with a package of bandages, rubbing alcohol, and cotton balls. "Ne, Shunpei. How did Sawamura end up like this?"

The dark haired male frowned as he undid Eijun's overalls and shirt, cleaning the red bruises with alcohol. "I'm not sure. He said that a gang attacked him and that Miyuki Kazuya sent them. I found him in an alley, lying on the ground."

Raishun went up the stairs to his parents' room. "Daddy, can I go get you and Stranger-san some dry clothes? You're too wet.""

Sanada nodded, putting a small bandaid on Eijun's lip. "That should do it. I'll call Kuramochi first thing in the morning to pick him up."

Raichi clenched his fists, his bangs shadowing his face. "Oi, Shunpei. I just realized something."

"Hmm?"

"Where are the bananas I told you to buy?"

"Crap…"

"YOU FORGOT?! DON'T MAKE ME GET MY BAT ON YOU; WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY?!"


Kuramochi bowed. "Thanks for taking care of Sawamura, Sanada. I'll ask him what happened when we get home."

The latter shook his head. "I didn't do much, honestly. Be safe going home."

The green-head sighed as he carried Eijun to the car on his back. "Really, what am I going to do with you? Didn't your doctor say to be more careful? How hardheaded can you possibly be?"

The brunette pouted. "It's not my fault! Those thugs ambushed me out of nowhere!"

"Why, because you look too feminine, clueless and prone to suitors?"

"No, it's not that … Kazuya was the one who sent them after me."

Kuramochi gasped, propping him up in the passenger seat. "What?! Why the hell would he do– oh, no shit, but damn!"

The former pitcher smiled weakly. "I guess he's trying pretty hard to get rid of me. Doesn't he know I could easily do that myself? But … I won't. Not anymore."

"Hey, you're being optimistic for once."

Eijun laughed, leaning his head on the window-shield as he patted his stomach. "It's temporary, but … I'm not afraid of getting hurt anymore."