A/N: First! This is in competition with a few other fics of mine to see which I write. PLEASE go check those out, and tell me which you'd like me to do. Well, eventually I'll do all of 'em, but hey. Time's money, and all of these at the same time? (laughs) Not gonna happen.
Catcher 02 is what comes from reading Catch 22 at the same time you're watching the all-star game. Kinda hurts your head, too. Anyway, I'm very excited about this one. I always love it when catchers annoy the batter to death in baseball. Makes me happy. :D And yes, I know baseball is supposed to be a "gentlemanly" sport, but I figure with the g-boys, it would be anything but. (Feel free to watch for Catch 22 and other book references, by the way.)
Alright, so warnings are profanity, violent behavior...and I think that's it for now. 1x2x1 will most certainly be coming up, along with 3x4.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, or baseball (surprising), so just read the story now.
Catcher 02
Prologue
He met the catcher at the worst time imaginable.
The sun was shining as Heero stepped onto the field, the almost-sacred sand beneath his shoes crunching as he waited for his turn. The crowd, upon seeing Yuy's emergence from the dugout, roared in anticipation.
'Here comes the star,' Heero grumbled in his mind, glaring at whatever moved in his line of sight. He hated his reputation. He hated the way people stood up as soon as he was at bat, how every time he made a home run that was one more annoying fan, one more place in the record book. In reality, all he wanted to do was go back to his dismal apartment, lock the door, break every baseball-related item he could find with his bat, and then break that too.
But, he couldn't escape it. Once, he'd tried, and failed miserably. Deep down, he knew he lived for the game, for the competition. Because, also deep down, it wasn't a game to him.
'Nothing's a game,' Heero's mind whispered.
Mudd struck out, and the crowd from South High roared. Glumly, the boy returned to the dugout as Yuy strode next to home plate. Two strikes already in the bottom of the third inning. For fairness, Yuy was sixth down in the line-up, not to mention likelihood of a grand slam to up his reputation. Like every damn day he played, Heero got into his batting stance.
"Nice ass," the catcher said, and Heero, being shocked, indignant, and a little curious, made the mistake of looking back at the catcher. The ball whizzed by as the Pianosa High School catcher chuckled.
"Strike one," the umpire yelled, and there was an awed silence in the crowd, from both South and Pianosa High. Heero's own uniform, with the number 1 emblazoned on the gray shirt, contrasted Pianosa's pinstripe. With another backwards glance, Heero noticed the catcher had a 02 on his own jersey.
"Shut up, 02," Heero growled. The pitcher wound up, and the catcher laughed again.
"Just wiggle a bit more for me," he said casually, and once again Yuy's head snapped back to glare at the obnoxious player. The ball slammed into the catcher's mitt, and although Heero couldn't see it through the mask, he knew the catcher was smiling.
"Strike two," the umpire screamed, and both sides of the large crowd gasped.
"Yuy! What the hell are you doing up there," the coach screamed, but Heero was too busy being pissed off to care. "This is the CHAMPIONSHIP GAME, damn it! HIT THE DAMN BALL!"
"Shut the fuck up, or it'll be you I hit with my bat," he growled at the catcher, and turned his attention back to the pitcher.
"Well, I always did like it hard," the catcher said seductively, and Heero couldn't help but turn at the heat in that tone, just as the ball whooshed by. The catcher chuckled.
"Strike three! You're out," the umpire screamed, adrenaline pumping.
"I'm going to kill you, 02," Heero snarled, but the umpire was too quick to separate the teenagers.
"One more threat like that, Yuy, and you're out of the game," the man said, and Heero being no fool began to walk back to the South dugout.
"Bye, lover," the catcher yelled at Heero's back, and he'd had enough.
"I swear, if I ever see you again, I will kill you! You're a worthless piece of shit," Heero yelled. He was madder than hell, and didn't even realize he was about to pummel the player with his wooden bat.
"That's it! You're out of the game," the umpire yelled, and every single fan gasped. Heero's mouth dropped open, and the agonized cry of "NOOOOO" from his coach reverberated through the grandstands and field. Even the catcher looked ashamed...as far as Heero could tell.
"Please, sir! Please don't kick him out," the coach screamed, but the umpire refused to change his verdict, no matter how earnest the pleas.
"Get off my field," the umpire yelled, and Heero, after flicking the catcher off, stormed out of the complex without even changing.
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A/N: Short, but the right length. Prologue! Yay.
Well, thanks for reading! Please review & tell me if you like this one best!