Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters, or particular things connected to them, from either universe. They all belong to J.K. Rowling or studio Sunrise. Any other possible characters, as in OCs, are all mine.

Summary: Harry lives with his successful parents in London and is on the road to becoming a world-class player in tennis. Having been homeschooled all of his life he jumps at the opportunity to attend a public High School and experience regular teenage life. Will he be able to fit in or will his past get in the way of that?

Pairings: Heero/Harry.

Warnings: SLASH. AU as in another universe, meaning there will be no magic or Gundams in this story. If you have to have your Harry gifted with magic and your G-boys mecha crazed; then I suggest looking for another story. Oh, and another thing; this is not a 'Harry is an unhappy and abused orphan' fic. His parents and godfather are all well and alive in this; just slightly altered to suit my plot, so I'm sorry if I mess up any persons' perceptions of any characters. Just to be clear; it would be better for you to expect most, if not all, characters to be, more or less, OOC with the altered conditions.

Author's note: Hey everyone! Another update within two days, I hope you'll like this chapter and I'm working on moving along Harry's and Heero's friendship. Basically this whole chapter is about them so, enjoy!

Chapter 8

"I got into direct confrontation with everybody I love."

Lauryn Hill

It was by the time that Harry had gone to bed and he lay under the sheets that he decided that he should, at least try, ask Heero about what happened in his childhood. He hadn't known the teen for a very long time but he was already tired with having to guess what the teen was thinking about every time, not to mention what all those stares were about. If the teen had a problem with him then he wanted to know if it was because of him seeing that photo. If so he would apologize again and promise not to speak of it again. In return he would want Heero to stop staring at him. It was bloody distracting and frustrating!

Somehow he fell asleep that night at a reasonable time, setting his alarm clock to a little after eight. He'd forewarned his godfather he'd be going out with friends tomorrow and the man had no objections to that, thinking it only good that Harry was starting to hang around kids his age a lot more now.

The morning after he woke up first, tripping around the house carefully so as not to wake the godfather from his slumber. This way he could easily sneak out the soccer gear without the man knowing any better. He put down his cell phone last, in case Sirius would decide to call and check up on him. Having eaten breakfast and packed a small lunch, Harry went outside and jumped onto his bike.

The school was deserted, as he'd figured it would be on a Sunday with no club activities or matches scheduled for the day. He parked his bike, securing it to a steel frame, and then walked off in the direction of the soccer grounds, feeling his nervousness peak forth. He squashed it down though, hadn't he told himself all of yesterday evening that he had to get a hold of himself and stop acting like that whenever he was in front of or around Heero?

The sky was a bit cloudy today, unlike all the other days so far in Fremont which had all been warm, too warm and bloody hot. Not necessarily in that order though. Thank god for air-conditioning. The clouds offered some respite from the glowing sun's rays of heat and it was nice not having to squint or shield your eyes from the sun when it got to his unused eyes. The sun had brought some positive points though, it wasn't cold so he didn't freeze and he was starting to gain some color to that British pale appearance of his that he'd had when first moving here. Compared to the other teenagers here it wasn't much, barely noticeable, but to him it was like comparing white to black, happy to just not be as pale as he'd always been before.

They'd agreed to meet at ten but Harry had deliberately left a little later so he wouldn't be taken by surprise again by Heero. He still couldn't figure out how the teen had snuck up on him like that yesterday. Talk about having silent feet or what. So as it was he arrived around five minutes later than agreed upon and he grinned inwardly when he saw Heero one the grass field, juggling and dribbling a soccer ball until he noticed the British teen. After which he immediately stopped, hefting the ball in his hands as he watched the teen trek across the field.

Drawing himself higher, refusing to freeze up like yesterday, Harry waved a hand lazily in greeting to which he got a minor crease of the eyebrows before the Japanese teen surprised him slightly by doing the same, albeit awkwardly.

"Hey." He said, deposing his back at his feet.

"Hn."

After the short greetings there was a short moment of silence until Harry gave himself a kick internally, reminding himself of what he'd decided upon yesterday. He took a look around, realizing that they were alone and the thought made his nervousness start slipping through.

"Duo's not here?" He asked.

"No."

"So, it's just you and me?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

Harry schooled his features to be calm but inwards he was feeling the emotions from yesterday peak forth more and more.

"So, practice, right?"

"Hn."

"Same as last time?"

"Hn."

Heero turned around and began walking down to one of the side's goals, not waiting to see if Harry was following him.

Harry sighed inwardly. I'll take that as a yes, I guess? He thought and bending down to take his bag he trailed after the boy.

The practice started of awkward, at first Heero wouldn't say anything except for humming whenever Harry tried to talk to him. It was only when Harry made another repeat of an earlier mistake that it got the tongue working for the other teen.

Harry stood up, the ball clasped in his hands, when he saw Heero coming up towards him. He frowned, wondering what he was doing.

"You're too stiff." Heero said, he was frowning, but it wasn't the same frown as the one that Harry had seen on him yesterday.

The other teen took his own arms and angled them towards his chest.

"When picking up the ball you need to press it firmly and securely to your chest." He said, waiting expectantly with a raised eyebrow for Harry to mimic him.

Shoving back his initial surprise at the sudden talkative teen, Harry did as he was told and adjusted his hold while Heero kept explaining.

"You also need to keep your legs further apart, you're too unstable as you are now."

"Legs further apart…" Harry repeated and placed an extra step's distance to each side. "Yeah, it does feel a bit more stable like this." He said with an appreciative nod.

"Let's try again." Heero said, reaching for the ball which Harry handed him.

It went slightly better the next time, he knew Heero was holding back but it was still nice to see that he was starting to improve after almost an hour of practice. He wanted to do better in the next game than he did in the last one.

Harry found himself starting to enjoy practicing with Heero. As soon as the other teen had started losing some of that strange tension about him and talking to him, albeit not as much as the others did, it was nice to have a semi normal conversation with the other teen. He realized that it wasn't really part of Heero's personality to talk as much as Duo did, although not many did talk as much as the braided teen did, only Sirius possibly being up in the same league to be able to compete. He would have to say, form hat little he had seen of the boy, that Heero wasn't outgoing or the one to seek others out. In some ways he was reminded of himself as a kid, standing on the side while the other kids ran around playing, watching and observing the other kids laugh and play, never really being a part of it. An outsider in a crowd.

But Heero had sought him out; the others hadn't made him ask Harry out to practice today. Maybe Harry had thought wrong about Heero, after all he had just known him for only nearly a month now and not really spoken to him until now. He soon realized that Duo had been right about Heero not hating him; he'd jumped to that conclusion too quickly because of his own insecurities. He wasn't used to socializing with other teens and so he had little to go on when it came to Heero. On the other hand it looked like Heero was not as confident in that area as well.

Harry jumped at the sudden thunder that roared above them, cracking loudly before it all began to pour, the rain coming harder and harder each second.

"Shit!" He let out shielding his face and head from the rain with his hands.

"Come on!" He heard Heero call out to him.

Heero was already in the process of picking up his bag, neglecting to change his soccer shoes for his regular ones. Harry hurried to his own bag, forgoing to remove the gloves and just picked it up and then ran after Heero towards the school entrance. Heero led the way to his bike where he took Harry's bag for him while he removed the key from the side pocket and then fumbled with the lock. As the lock clicked open he reached a hand for his bag but Heero just shook his head.

"I'll take it."

Heero started running again, leaving the raven haired teen with no other choice but to follow him, running and leading his bike along. He didn't know what to feel about the knowledge that he was going back to Heero's house again. Some part of him was really against it while some other part felt slightly happy that he could be with the other boy a little bit longer.

They were thoroughly soaked by the time that their arrived at Heero's house, not to mention their bag and their content. Harry put the bike where he had it the first time and followed Heero up the stairs, taking the bags as Heero fished out his keychain and unlocked the front door. The two stumbled in, relieved to be inside and away from the rain. Their fast breathing echoed loudly in the apparent deserted house and Harry frowned slightly to himself, when he noticed Heero's parents weren't home today either.

The rainwater had started pooling around their drenched figures.

"Sorry, I'm getting water all over your floor." Harry apologized.

"Don't worry about it." Heero said, taking their bags out of the British teen's hands and dumping them somewhere close to the entrance.

He bent down to start removing his shoes, Harry following and struggling a bit with the knot which was a lot harder to unwind when wet. Outside the sound of the pouring rain went on and from the sounds of it looked that it wouldn't let up any time soon. He needed to call Sirius and tell him he would be late in coming home. Finally getting the shoes off, Harry stepped over and hunched over their bags. He wasn't feeling confident about his cell phone's survival in the heavy rain but he had to see if it, against all odds, were still working. There droplets of water on the black display as he pulled out the phone and as he tried pressing some buttons it didn't react, answering his suspicions.

Harry sighed, eyeing the piece with a mild sorrowful look. What a waste, he thought. It had been a perfectly well and working phone until it got beaten by the powers of the weather.

"You had your cell phone in there?" He heard Heero ask behind him.

"Yeah," He said, starting to turn around. "But it got completely drenched in the rain, it probably-" Harry cut himself off.

He stared at Heero's bare chest, the Japanese teen looking down at him with his eyes on the phone, and he did so for the duration of a second or two before he averted his eyes. Something inside his chest constricted strangely in response which left him feeling confused but since he was unable to understand it, he ignored it.

"Probably won't work anymore." He finished, putting the cell phone bag into the again since it was worthless now. "Can I use your phone? I just need to call my godfather and tell him I'm fine and might be late." He asked, all the while keeping his eyes anywhere except on the half naked teen beside him.

"There's one in the living room." Heero said, stepping up the small step of the entrance.

"Thanks."

Harry walked past the other teen, following the direction he was pointed in. He found a telephone on a small coffee table to his left as he stepped into the living room. Lifting the handle from the cradle, he punched in the number to their house and waited as the signals went through. He strayed his eyes over the interior of the room, taking notice of the bareness of it all, remembering it from the last time he was here.

'Hello?' His godfather's voice was heard through the earpiece.

"Sirius, it's Harry."

'Where are you?' The man sounded slightly worried. 'This isn't the number to your cell that you're calling from.'

"I'm at the house of a, friend." He said, hesitating once there. "I don't know how long I'll be here; all depends on when it stops raining." The teen continued, looking at a small little porcelain figure of an Asian woman in some kind of dress that was standing on a dresser next to the phone. He leaned in for a closer look.

'I'll come get you with the car. What's the address?'

"No!" He said before he was able to stop himself. "I mean," He continued quickly, turning to see ig Heero had heard him. "It's okay Sirius, I'll wait for it to stop and if it doesn't I promise to call you again so you can come and pick me up, okay?"

'Alright. Don't wait too long with that call though.'

"I won't."

He replaced the phone it its cradle, after which he heaved a small sigh. What was that about? He surprised himself with suddenly not wanting to leave. After all, this was the perfect opportunity to learn more about Heero and he couldn't help but feeling that what little steps they'd taken would just disappear if he were to leave right now.

"You're done?"

Harry jumped slightly at the sound of Heero's voice, taking a step away from the table.

"Yeah."

The teen was no longer in his wet shorts, which he had replaced with a pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

Harry sneezed then. He still had on his wet clothes which had gone cold against his cooled body.

Heero frowned at him.

"You better take a shower to warm up." He said and turned around again, starting on the flight of stairs leading upstairs.

"I'm fine." Harry began to say but Heero didn't listen to him.

He followed the teen up the stairs.

"Heero, I'm fine."

"You'll get a cold."

"And you won't?"

"I removed my wet clothes." He cast a look over his shoulder. "You're still in yours."

"Does it matter?" Harry asked him as they stopped in front of a door that he recognized from his last visit was the door to the bathroom.

"Yes." Heero said, surprising the raven haired teen by opening the door and shoving him inside.

Harry sighed heavily after the door behind him had been closed and he had to admit defeat this time. He couldn't help the small niggling feeling of happiness though, that Heero seemed to care enough about his well-being.

"You remember where the towels are?" Heero asked him from the other side of the door.

"Yes." He called back, beginning to divest himself of his wet clothing. "Uhm, where should I put my wet clothes?"

"Just put them on the floor for now." He could hear Heero's footsteps disappearing as he said this.

Beginning to feel the slight chill now for real, Harry pulled off his shirt and other clothes. Like he remembered there were dry and soft towels in the cupboard next to the door. For once he actually used much hotter water than he usually did, because of the chill from the rain and wet clothes. It was nice and he didn't realize how much chilled he'd actually become before stepping under the spray of water. He took the liberty of borrowing some body soap, just to clean up a bit while he was in the shower.

It wasn't until he had taken a towel and dried himself that he realized that he didn't have any dry clothes to get dressed in. Harry looked at the pile of wet clothes with a lost expression. He wound the towel around his waist and opened the door slightly ajar. The hallway outside lay deserted.

"Heero?" He called softly and waited, but no response came.

His eyebrows drew together.

Okay, what now? He needed clothes. His was wet. Heero was nowhere to be seen. He still needed clothes.

"Heero?" He tried again.

No answer.

He sighed.

Taking one last look, Harry tripped slowly out into the hallway. He passed the closed doors; it would be rude to look into them, and besides, his objective was to find Heero not snoop around. Right?

He figured the teen had to be downstairs or something, or maybe he was in his room? Where was Heero's room anyway? He'd only seen a limited amount of the house the last time and even if he were just looking for the teen, he couldn't get the feeling of sneaking around to go away.

Where were his parents anyway? Did they work all the time or something? No, that couldn't be right. They were probably just away on a business trip or something of the like, something Harry's own parents did sometimes. Heero's parents were well off after all, the income had to come from somewhere.

Harry stopped on his way when he noticed one door that wasn't completely closed. Throwing a glance in each direction of the hallway, the British teen frowned slightly as he argued with himself whether to sneak a peek or not. Maybe Heero was tired and had decided to take a nap and that would be why he didn't hear when Harry called for him? It was perfectly possible. Or the teen was just downstairs somewhere where he just didn't hear the other boy. That was also possible. Maybe even more probable, but he needed to just make sure of the first option.

The raven haired boy laid his hand on the doorknob, swinging the door open the rest of the way. The room was obviously a bedroom, judging from it having a bed first of all. Peering inside he was a wooden desk against one of the walls and a shelf filled with various books. There were no distinct things that he took notice of at first, but then he spotted a backpack that he'd seen Heero wear at one occasion in school. From that he deduced that this had to be Heero's bedroom and that, no, the teen hadn't in fact decided to take a nap. Surprise there.

He was about to close the door again, when something caught his eye. He stilled, peering closer and, against his better judgment, ventured inside to take a closer look at what had caught his interest. The room itself was pretty plain, like the rest of the house, except for the wallpaper which was sea blue, or something close to that. It was nice to see that there was some color at least in the house. What had drawn his eyes however, was a small wooden doll, somewhat resembling the design of the porcelain figure he'd seen earlier downstairs in the living room. Difference were this doll seemed much older, like it been through a lot than just collecting dust on a shelf, and that it had been lying on the ground was actually what had made him notice it in the first place.

He went over, bending his knees and reached a hand out for it. Gingerly picking it up, he turned it around slowly as he appraised. The colors had dimmed and flaked at some places. He could tell that it was handmade though, despite its weathered appearance. Raising himself up, he carefully placed the doll on the desk, thinking it probably must have fallen down.

"What are you doing?"

"Bloody hell!"

He nearly knocked the doll over in his surprise but the small figure only swayed a little before settling down.

Turning around he saw Heero standing in the door frame, looking at him with a frown on his face, light confusion playing in his eyes.

"Shit, you scared me…" Harry breathed, hunching slightly.

"What were you doing in here?" Heero's voice broke through the air. It sounded strained, like he was trying to hold something back.

The raven haired teen's eyebrows drew together.

"I was looking for you." He said after a while. "I realized I didn't have any dry clothes to dress in…" He added, trailing off awkwardly.

"Ah…I see." Heero said slowly.

The Japanese teen stepped into the room, moving across the floor to the large closet, opening it and withdrew a pair of shorts and a shirt.

"Will these do?" He murmured, putting down the clothes on the bed as he picked out the separate pieces.

"Thank you." Harry said, and then eyed the doll again. "Say Heero, is this doll from Japan?"

It was an innocent enough question, at least Harry thought so, but obviously it triggered something inside the other teen that cause him to whirl around, eyes cold and harsh.

"That's none of your business." The voice than came out was hard. It reminded Harry of than one time with the photo

Heero strode across the floor, picking the doll of the desk and putting it in one of the drawers instead.

"Heero, I just," Harry started, trying to explain himself.

"None. Of your business." The boy repeated.

Harry bit down on his lip.

"Sorry."

An awkward silence permeated the air between the two boys. Harry cast a last look at Heero before slowly going over to the bed and picking up the clothes there. He exited the room without another word.

Back in the bathroom he took his time to get dressed, not really wanting to go and meet Heero straight away. Fully dressed in the borrowed clothes, Harry moved over to the window and looked out, seeing that the rain was pouring as hard as it had been before. Didn't look like it was going to let up anytime soon he thought sullenly, guess he had no other choice but to go back out, no matter the awkwardness between the two.

"Great Harry…" He mumbled sarcastically. "You managed to do something wrong again. Whatever you did that is."

God, this was frustrating! What happened back there? Sure it was none of his business, and it was completely up to Heero if he wanted to share or not. But it had starting going sort of good, he'd been able to talk to the teen and then he had to go and succumb to his curiousness. Too damn curious for his own good sometimes.

Unable to hide away in the bathroom any longer, Harry decided to abandon his temporary safe place.

He thought he would be surprised, but somehow he wasn't as much, to see Heero still in the room, the teen's bedroom. Feeling lost as to what to do, he just stood in the opening, looking in on the teen until said boy noticed him.

Heero turned to stare at him, coldness in his eyes was gone but some of the harshness from before was still there.

"I'm sorry." Harry said. "I didn't mean to snoop around."

Heero turned away, seemingly ignoring him.

The raven haired teen frowned at the other boy's actions. Couldn't he at least give him a reply or something?

He started walking over to the boy.

"Heero." He said, hesitating for a second before reaching a hand out to the boy's shoulder.

Heero swiveled around at him at the contact, slapping his hand away.

" Hey!" Harry said then, his frustration with the other teen reaching his limit. "I said I was sorry, you didn't need to do that, did you?" He rubbed the spot where the elbow had connected with his arm.

"Leave." Heero bit out, glaring at the British teen.

"What's with you?" Harry continued. "I don't get you, in one moment you're sort of nice, and then in the next you want nothing to do with me. Make up your bloody mind!"

"I said leave." Heero repeated louder this time.

"Is it just because of Duo that you even bother with me, is that it? You're just playing nice because there's no other than me at moment that's wants to help you guys. Why bother? You think I'm dreadful at it anyway, so why bother, huh? It's not like we're," Harry hesitated slightly. "It' not like we're friends or anything right?"

"Shut up!"

Harry jerked at the shout, while the other teen took a step closer to him.

"You don't know anything about me!" Heero flung at him.

Heero's cobalt blue eyes were piercing into his, the anger showing in them, but Harry was angry as well and he refused to back down now.

"And you don't know anything about me!" He threw back.

"Leave now."

The Japanese teen was close now, they were almost face to face, but Harry stubbornly stood his ground.

"No."

Up close like this Harry absently took notice of their slight difference in height, two inches or so higher was the Japanese teen than him, which made his eyebrow tick with annoyance. They stared at each other, until Heero's eyes flickered to the side and he made to storm out of the room without another word. Not letting the teen get away that easily, Harry made a grab for the boy's arm.

"Let go!" Heero said before he pushed back at Harry, making the teen lose his grip and stumble back.

Unable to keep his balance, Harry fell backwards, crashing into the wooden desk behind him, feeling his left shoulder blade hit the hard edge before he fell to the floor. Pain instantly bloomed up at the spot and he automatically reached with his other hand to the spot.

"Bloody…hell…" He wheezed in between pained breaths, eyes squinted.

The other teen seemed stunned at what just happened at first, until the boy kneeled down in front of Harry, his hands reached half ways out to him.

"Harry?"

Harry looked up at the Japanese teen, the harsh expression from before was gone and replaced by a worried frown.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to…" He said, laying a hand as softly as he could over the raven haired teen's one.

Shit that hurt, Harry thought, taking deep breaths, while the pain pumped.

He sighed, the anger had been flushed away with the pain. He felt instantly stupid; he'd brought this upon himself by provoking the other teen. Now he just hoped the hit to his shoulder wasn't as bad as it felt.

"No," He hissed slightly, shaking his head, when the spot thumped again. "My fault, shouldn't have said all that stuff that I didn't mean to begin with. Hell, that hurts." He said, biting together.

"Can you stand?" Heero asked him.

"Don't know."

Heero reached out his other hand to the boy's unhurt shoulder to try and help him stand. The movement made his shoulder hurt further, and the British teen supported himself against the desk as soon as he got his feet. Heero was hovering over him and Harry could feel the other teen's hesitancy over what to do.

"Just give me a few minutes." He said, taking another deep breath.

The pain was slowly going down, a minute later it had diminished considerably and what was left was a low pumping aching sensation. Harry looked up from having his head lowered and watched the other teen.

"You okay?" Heero asked him.

Harry turned his eyes sideways to his shoulder, he let his hand go from it and, carefully, raised his arm. There was no sparking pain, only the dim thumping. He tried a few more times, testing the shoulder and some other different angles, but it seemed like it was only a bruise.

"I think it's fine." He said at length, looking back at the Japanese teen. "Heero." He said, making sure he had the other's attention. "You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to."

Heero frowned.

"Could I borrow your phone again? I need to call my godfather so he can pick me up."

"Are you going to be okay with that shoulder? Maybe you should have it checked at the hospital?"

"It's not that bad." Harry gave the boy a small smile.

"I think you should, just to be sure." Heero persisted.

Harry shook his head.

"It's really not that bad." He said. "Doesn't even hurt anymore."

Heero raised a mild disbelieving eyebrow at that statement which Harry duly ignored.

The pain was mostly gone now, Harry was more or less sure that he just needed to give it some rest and then it would be fine. No need to take a trip to the hospital for a simple bruise that could take care of itself if you just gave it some time. Besides, having to explain to Sirius why he needed to go to the hospital in the first place would just cause a load of trouble, if Sirius spilled it to his parents they would find out and be unnecessarily worried. No need to worry them when it was, like he said before, just a bruise.

Heero didn't pursue the issue, for which Harry was thankful, and he borrowed the phone after that so that Sirius could come and pick him up. The rain had still to let up and he didn't want to get drenched again. The godfather arrived around ten minutes later, offering a few words of greeting to the Japanese teen before the he and Harry left for home.

That evening Harry excused himself to his room after dinner so that he could to his last homework that he had for the next week. Unsurprisingly the rain was still falling heavily and on the new they were talking about a storm that had suddenly come over this part of the country, but which hopefully would pass during the night.

His shoulder had left slightly numb before going to bed but he had no bigger worries about it and believed that it would pass during the night, just like the storm raging outside.

The weather forecast had been right, the storm had indeed past, leaving only large puddles of water along the streets. The sun was back to shining brightly above in the sky and Harry suspected that most of the water puddles would be gone, evaporated by the end of the school day.

The first class was bit awkward though, remembering his fight with the Japanese teen yesterday as he walked into one of the classes he shared with the other boy. Heero had immediately noticed him, worry hiding in his eyes as he observed and gave the British teen a once over, trying to deduce his condition. It was mildly embarrassing to have the other boy worry about him; Harry was just glad he wasn't making a larger fuss and keeping quiet about it. He'd woken up that morning feeling nothing wrong with his shoulder, only a darkening bruise but that was normal.

He sat down in the seat next to the other teen, offering Heero a small smile in reassurance before direction his attention to Mr. Kushrenada as the teacher started up the lesson. He turned in the homework head done yesterday to the class before lunch, Duo meeting up with him outside the classroom and dragging both him and Heero, who had the same class, to the cafeteria. They were all gathered today, Trowa and Wufei was already waiting for them when they got there, their tray's of food in front of them almost half eaten.

Harry engaged in a conversation between Duo and Quatre, talking about what homework Duo had missed this weekend and which he was pleading for help with this time. He ended up laughing at one point for which the teen had playfully punched him on the shoulder. His slight wince had gone unnoticed by the others, but a pair of cobalt blue eyes narrowed lightly. Harry ignored the teen and acted like his shoulder hadn't hurt. He silently pleaded that Heero wouldn't bring the whole subject up here, in front of all the others and have, at least three of them, worry about him as well.

If there was something he hated amongst many things then it was others worrying too much or pitying him. He didn't like it, hadn't since he was a kid and his mom would hug him close while she cried when he had hurt himself. She'd become overprotective of him ever since the kidnapping, his father as well, and he absolutely didn't want to give them any reason to abort his schooling in a public school. He didn't trust his mother to pull him out of school just so that she could send him to some famous hospital where they would look over his whole body for anything wrong. It had happened once before and who was to say she wouldn't do it again? Though he'd been eleven at the time of that incident.

The rest of the day passed without much happening, until it became time for club activities. He wouldn't admit it, but he had been worried a bit worried how the practice would go and he did experience some numbing ache at the end of it. However since it passed less than ten minutes after he didn't pay it much mind, the same with the practice later with the godfather but it was all forgotten by the time that he got to bed and fell asleep.

AN: Wee~ Look another chapter. This is my way of trying to make up the long months without any updates to you guys. I'm hoping to get another chapter out this weekend. I managed to get this typed up today since I didn't have any work today. Till next time. ^^ /Lin