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Yup, Number1, that's going to be my problem. But the thought of him dressed in such a HAWT outfit (and a free poster!) is too much for me to resist. I'm gonna suck… maybe it'll toughen me up so I'll actually be able to have a decent FIGHT against someone when they play as Ryu and I don't. Dot, dot, dot… not a chance!

James, I agree. The word 'sissy' cracks me up every time. But that could be because I'm just juvenile. What guy could resist Ayane? They stand no chance. Especially when I'm writing. Moo ha! Now, when I was writing that, I wrote 'home' instead of 'chance'. Now, how did I do that? One of the big questions of the day.

Wolf, you crack me up. I'm having this mental picture of a chibi Ayane drooling like mad with a chibi Hayabusa walking past, and then as soon as a chibi Hayate walks past Ayane's chibi drool stops immediately. Hmm, interesting. And Irene's parents? I don't know! You'll have to ask them!

Escawing, yup, it keeps on going for a while longer. More torture!

He couldn't help but glance over at her, every so often. One thing that caught his attention, as it had on the night of the formal, what a good figure she had, and not afraid of flaunting it, either. Now it was them in the field and Ayane's team up to bat.

"Hayabusa…" Kasumi had come up to him, blinking her large amber eyes innocently.

"What?" he questioned shortly, knowing where this would lead to.

"Could you…" she gestured at the pitcher's plate.

He sighed softly, nodding wordlessly.

Not surprisingly, Jann-Lee was first up to bat. It was almost amusing the way he seemed to aggravate the Chinese so.

"You're going down," he heard Jann mutter; even from where he was standing.

He threw the ball, and there was an audible sound of the bat cutting through the air, as Hayate caught the ball easily.

"Strike!" Bass yelled loudly from behind Hayate, who gave him a thumbs up from behind Jann.

"Wow… he pitches so well," he heard Helena whisper from somewhere behind him. He decided to ignore that, throwing the ball again. This time, Jann-Lee connected with it, hitting the ball straight to him.

Well, it seemed to go straight to him. It was coming straight to him. But…

"Hayabusa, what the hell are you doing?" Bass roared, as though it was illegal for him to ever even think about dropping the ball, let alone actually doing so. He bent up and threw it, but Jann had already made it to first. The first base person dropped it, and soon Jann was at second. Great. Now he'll never let me live that down.

"Forgive me for being only human," he muttered as the other team started cheering, and Bass stared yelling something incomprehensible at him over the raucous cheers.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Bass threw up his hands in frustration. As much as he tried to stem it, anger bubbled up, distorting his senses.

Leifang was next up to bat. The first pitch he threw was completely wild, missing the plate completely and nearly hitting Leon, who was standing up swinging two bats to show his muscularity. Gritting his teeth angrily together, he threw the next pitch directly down the line, a perfect strike, or as perfect as he could get.

She swung, and missed. As she lifted up the bat again, she could see the determined grimace on her face. It took him a while, but he began noticing her shooting looks over her shoulder in Jann's direction, before that determined expression increased, and then he realised.

She wants to do better then him. Then I'll let her, even for the sake of Jann's discomfort rather then my own.

He threw the ball again, directly down the line, as before. This time she connected squarely, the ball rocketing into the outfield. He turned around. Kasumi and Helena were both running for it. The ball came back to him just as Leifang touched third base.

By the ecstatic expression on her face, he could tell that he had guessed correctly.

"Good work, Leifang," he said softly, but with just enough volume for her to hear him.

"Thanks, Hayabusa," she smiled.

"Come on, faggot," Leon was standing at the plate. "Bring it on,"

That did it. He threw the ball with all the strength he could muster. Leon, swung, missed.

There was a dull crack as the ball connected with Leon's arm.

Oh… dear. This doesn't sound good.

Bayman and their other flunkey instantly went around to their fallen leader, who lay on the ground, holding his arm with the other hand.

"Hayabusa, have you gone nuts or something?" Bass shot a 'glance' at him, before turning to give medical attention to Leon.

"Probably," he whispered under his breath, watching Leifang steal home somewhat illegitimately.

Ayane…