Strike, You're Out!
I stood there in front of the mirror for what now it seems like hours, trying to find an outfit for tomorrow. Never have I ever been this excited to go see a baseball game. In fact, I never went out much. I didn't have any real friends back in Italy. Father would come visit me every week or so, and as for mother, not as often. She would always be busy ever since the kidnapping of my brother. Because of that, I was left alone in that big castle.
My phone vibrated. I rushed towards it. I received a new message from Yamamoto. He offered to exchange phone numbers a while back.
"You ready for tomorrow?" I smiled. A few clicks later, I pressed send.
"I'm the one who should be asking you that, after all you're the one who is playing." I closed my phone and placed it back on the nightstand. I still had to pick out an outfit. I glanced at my floor. Clothes were lying everywhere; on the bed, on the chair and even on the window sill. The curtains were gently fluttering in the wind because of the evening breeze. I hopped onto my bed and looked outside. It was just starting to get dark; the stars were just starting to shine. I then turned towards my nightstand, notably that particular picture.
"Mother, why is father standing over there?"
"Don't worry, he will come join us."
"But, doesn't he seem lonely by himself over there?"
"He isn't lonely, because he has someone waiting for him. He has mother and you."
"Then, will you wait for me?"
"Of course I will Sora. This is your home. We will always welcome you with open arms."
I slowly drifted back to reality. I noticed that it was dark outside. How long have I been day dreaming? I grabbed my phone and checked the time. 9 o'clock. I let myself fall back on my bed and stared at the ceiling. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep.
I walked bare foot in the cold snow. For some reason, I didn't feel the stinging cold on my feet. I kept on walking, but why? I started noticing spots of red here and there. What were they? The smell of iron filled my nostrils. Was that blood? Suddenly, I tripped over something. I looked behind me; a corpse. His eyes showed terror and fear and it was now forever painted on his pale face. I glanced at my hands. They were stained red. Why did I have blood on my hands? Did I kill this man?
I woke up the next day, covered in sweat. A slight breeze came from the window. I calmed myself down, as I shut the window. My room was just as messy yesterday, clothes everywhere. A soft flickering light came from my phone. I reached for it.
"You better be there today, Sora!" That's right; I had to go see Yamamoto's baseball game. I looked at the top of my screen. My eyes widened at the sight of the time. I closed my phone as I hopped out of my bed and searched for something to wear.
I ended up wearing a sky blue button up shirt with a pair of black jeans. I unplugged my phone as I shoved it into my pocket. I ran my fingers through my hair a couple of times in order to straighten a few strands. I looked at myself in the mirror and forced a smile. I laced up my white converses before rushing out the door.
I heard cheering coming from the park. Don't tell me that I'm late. I rushed towards the seats in search of Sawada. I suddenly bumped into someone.
"Hey, watch where you are going," he said, furious. That voice sounded familiar. He looked at me. I recognized his gleaming olive green eyes.
"Gokudera, what are you doing?" I asked. He made a 'Tsk' sound.
"That damn baseball idiot invited me here. Since the Tenth is here, I have to follow," he replied, scratching the back of his neck. He glanced at me before offering his hand to help me get up. I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up. His fingers were long and slender and his hands were soft.
"Sora, you're here," I spotted Yamamoto waving at me from the other side of the fence. "I seriously thought you weren't gonna come." He smiled at me before joining the rest of his team. Yamamoto seemed to naturally fit it. He was a very social person, someone that is easy to talk to. He is always smiling and cheerful; it's almost hard not to like him. Before I could even notice, I was completely sucked into his pace.
"Sora, over here!" a voice called me. I turned around to see Sawada accompanied with two other girls. Both of them smiled at me.
"You must be Sora, the new transfer girl, right?" the girl with light brown hair asked me. Her hazel eyes were soft and kind. "I'm Sasagawa Kyoko, but you can call me Kyoko. Do you mind if I call Sora?"
"I don't mind at all. I actually prefer it that way." I smiled at her.
"I'm Miura Haru! You can call me Haru too, if you'd like," the other girl said with a smile on her face. She had chocolate brown hair and her eyes were almost the same shade. "Sora is really pretty name. It means 'Sky' doesn't it?"
"Yes, your name means 'Spring' right? It's very pretty." Both of them looked at me and smiled. I suddenly felt tugging on my jeans. I looked down to see a baby wearing a cow print jumpsuit. He had an afro styled hair with horns sticking out of the messy bunch.
"Lambo can smell something sweet," he said, pointing at my pocket. I reached into it and pulled out a grape flavored candy.
"Do you want this?" I asked the kid. He nodded looking at me with big eyes. I smiled. "Then I'll give it to you." I handed the candy to him as his eyes gleamed. He took the candy and unwrapped it immediately and stuffed it into his mouth. Kyoko and Haru laughed. I couldn't help but to smile as well.
"Sorry about that, Sora. This is Lambo," Haru explained, picking up the young boy and holding him in her arms.
"It's okay. I like sweets so, I always end up having a couple in my pocket," I replied, scratching my cheek. Soon, a baby girl ended up in Haru's arms.
"And this is I-Pin. Don't worry, she isn't like Lambo." Haru explained. I reached into my pocket and pulled out another candy. I handed it to the girl.
"Here you go. I'm Sora by the way." I smiled at the girl. She took the candy and said a quick 'Thank You' in a language other than Japanese.
"You can speak Chinese?" I asked the little girl. She nodded.
"After all, she was trained in China," another voice added. I glanced behind me. There stood Reborn. "Ciaossu, Sora." Shivers were sent down my spine.
"Would you like to join the Mafia?"
"Sora Li Walker, she is ranked number 3 in kindness and number 4 in 'Best Cook'." A small boy wearing a scarf approached me, carrying a heavy book. "I'm Fuuta; it's nice to meet you, Sora-nee." He smiled at me. I pulled out yet again another candy from my pocket and handed it to him. I smiled back at him.
"To the extreme!" I jumped. I turned around to spot a short white haired boy appearing. He had bandages around his knuckles.
"Brother, you came as well?" Kyoko asked him before turning back to me. "Ah, this is my brother, Sasagawa Ryohei."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Sora." I replied, bowing down slightly. He grinned.
"Are you friends with Kyoko? It's nice to meet you as well!" He shouted. A slight 'Tsk' sound was made.
"Why are you shouting?" Gokudera asked him. Sasagawa turned towards him.
"Octopus-Head! You are here too!" What kind of nickname was Octopus-Head?
"Shut up Lawn-Head, I told you to not to call me that." Gokudera snapped back. Kyoko and Haru glanced at them, then at me. I laughed. For some reason, I felt as if I didn't have a care in the world.
"So, Kyoko, Haru, Gokudera and finally Ryohei, right?" I repeated the names, pointing at each and every one of them. I-Pin and Lambo suddenly jumped into my arms. I smiled. "Of course, we can't forget about you two."
"And it's a home run!" The announcer's voice echoed from the speakers. Everyone stood up to cheer. Yamamoto slid to home base with a grin on his face. Only Gokudera remained seated.
"Why aren't they putting up much of a fight?" Gokudera muttered. He pulled out several dynamites sticks and lit them. "If you guys don't beat him, I'll beat you up!"
"That's not what you came here for Gokudera," Sawada said, trying to calm him down.
"Sawada is right," Sasagawa added. "Why don't you quit baseball and do boxing instead?" I laughed.
I let myself fall onto my bed. I stared at the ceiling with a warm feeling in my chest.
Today was fun. Let's do this again sometime!