SailorStar9: After getting Chapter 7 out, this is Chapter 8 of this fic. (Sighs) Guys and girls, is it too hard for you to at least give this fic a try?
Disclaimers: I own nothing, except for the plot bunny.
Chapter 8: Look Towards Tomorrow
"You do realize it isn't your fault, right?" Ami remarked, leaning against the staircase as Aikawa exited the locker's room.
"Back then…" Aikawa muttered. "If only I have gotten to that loose ball… if I had reacted just a little faster…"
"Just let it all out." Ami soothed, pulling Aikawa into a hug and resting his head on her shoulder.
"Damn…" Aikawa cursed, sobbing on his cousin's shoulder.
Even though he's a year older, he can still be a big baby. Ami mused, patting Aikawa's head consolingly.
"Don't ever mention this." Aikawa warned, composing himself.
"Yeah, yeah." Ami waved. "Won't want to ruin your image. Seriously, what's up with males and their egos?"
"I'm surprised you haven't left." Miura stated, standing on the slope by the river, Ami lying on her back on the grass. "I take it you saw the game."
"I did." Ami replied. "It was a close game, could have gone either way."
"We still lost, though." Miura pointed out.
"As I've said, it could have gone either way." Ami repeated. "Ever thought perhaps East Honmoku wanted the win more?"
"Perhaps." Miura admitted. "Fuji… he's blaming himself for the loss."
"Kazu-nii's the same." Ami sighed. "Really, someone needs to knock some sense into those two."
"Agreed." Miura chuckled. "But I guess, the rest of us are to blame too; if we were stronger, we won't have to rely on Aikawa so much."
"Well, one good thing came out of this," Ami noted. "You guys really need to get stronger, and more experience." She added.
"That too." Miura admitted.
"Say, Miura." Ami looked up at the blond. "What do you say about upping your training?"
"What do you have in mind?" Miura was intrigued.
Ami just smiled at him.
SailorStar9: Now that's done, read and review.