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Who: Leon and anyone
What: Leon's under the weather with depression from poisons but he tries to shake it off with some baseball
Where: Sports center? somewhere there's baseball equipment and field
When: November 29
Warnings: potty mouth? Leon's a potty mouth.

As with a lot of people coming under something, Leon also felt like he wasn't in his top condition as usual. As being the super star baseball player in the past, it was rare for him to catch a cold or any sort of thing that would render him out of commission for any games. Or even if he did catch something it probably never affected his performance. Nevertheless, it never occurred to Leon that whatever he caught was something more than just a seasonal depression.

So instead of going to the infirmary, he wandered out to the sports center without any concrete plan of what to do. It wasn't until he got there that he realized how long ago it was that he last played baseball, and decided to actually do something about it.

If you happened to wander in, you would see him either swinging his bat and connecting hits thrown from a pitching machine only to look disappointed, or doing some pitching practice with him looking just as disappointed. Depending on when you walk in, you'd probably see the entire place getting filled with baseballs on the floor.

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Daisy knew all about sports. She loved every sport, and played as much as she could. Baseball had been one she hadn't done in a while, as much as she wanted to.

So when her sports sense started tingling, she hurried out to the field, forgetting she was still in her dress, and lo and behold she found Leon there, peppering the field with stray baseballs.

"Wow... How long have you been at that?" she asked him.

Oh crap, he hadn't thought of what if someone came in to see him do all this practice... Well it was too late to regret, since this girl had already seen it.

"Uh this? Been playing baseball as long as I remember!" He gave a slightly awkward laugh, unable to completely hide the embarrassment of getting caught in the middle of doing what he hated the most: effort and practice.

"You need something? If you want I can help out with whatever you need from here."

"I was thinking more along the lines of the last little while," she corrected. "That's a lot of balls around here!"

She walked up to the plate, picking up one of the balls. "I just had a feeling someone was playing out here, and I had to come see," she explained. "If you want a practicing buddy, I'm available!"

Leon gave a frown. Practice and him were never the two things to connect to each other.

"Me? Practicing? Nah man, I wasn't practicing." He was just trying to get the murky feeling out of himself. But if she was offering...

"You play ball too?"

"Then what do you call the field of dreams here?" she asked smugly, gesturing around them.

"I play! I play a lot of sports. Haven't played baseball in a while, but I'd love to give it a shot again!"

Leon glanced at the field with the baseballs on the ground. "Uh... I was just making a mess of things, alright? Not practicing."

Just not. Practice.

"Guess we can have a one-batter game or something."

"Riiiight." She didn't buy it for a second.

"Works for me! Stay right there, I've gotta go get changed!" she insisted as she turned tail and bolted for the dorms.

"Yeah sure. I can wait." Leon casually responded, picking up a few balls to put them out of the way. He wasn't sure how good this girl was, but seeing how excited she was to play a game made him look forward to this match.

Plus how long has it been since he did something even remotely close to a competitive game? Not recent enough, that was for sure.

Daisy returned in no time, wearing a tank top and shorts. She even brought her own baseball bat and glove. She was definitely serious about this.

"All right, I'm ready for you!" she declared confidently.

Leon totally saw you were being serious about this. And that's how he actually would have preferred, deep within his heart. And the smallest part of him that appreciated serious sportsmanship came out right then as he stopped being his usual lousy self.

"You better be, 'cause I'm not gonna go easy even for girls." He replied, moving over to the mound while giving his arm a warm-up stretch.

Daisy swung her bat over her shoulders, grinning. "I wouldn't have it any other way," she told him. "So let's see just what you can do!" she added, stepping up to the plate.

That baseball that's coming out of the machine... it's... strangely... clear and reflective... instead of being white and opaque...

Oh shit what the fuck

Leon sees that vaguely familiar strange ball coming out of the machine, but he has no power to stop it.

Instead of hitting it he lets it fly by, slamming into the safety net that was set up for just in case.

"What the hell!?!"

It hits the net and rolls down onto the floor, and stops near your foot.

Accusing you. Making you remember.

Remember.

Yeah he remembers what happened. Who wouldn't forget....

That he was almost killed by cutesy Sayaka and he ended up killing her.

Leon stared at it in horror for a minute...

Before quickly picking it up and hurling it across the field while yelling out some profanities.

It crashes into a far wall and, unlike a normal baseball, which is not made of breakable materials, this ball is made of breakable materials.

And it breaks. You hear it break. You see it break. It's broken. You've broken it. The broken pieces lie on the ground, off in the distance.

Just like that one time.

Jesus christ was this some kind of curse? That he could never forget that he (accidentally) killed Sayaka and tried to cover it up? How was he supposed to amend this problem when Sayaka herself never showed up in this world?

No, none of the concern was given to the shattered crystal ball. It was fake anyways.

Leon decides to take a break from baseball as he moves to the furthest point away from the shattered ball and sits facing away from it.

A very large duffle bag about ten yards away suddenly convulses.

If you didn't know any better, you'd think you were hearing some sort of panicky noises coming from it in your native language. Someone babbling about not dying or something.

Now it was getting freaky. Leon stared at the duffle bag in horror, unable to move for a moment.

Was it some kind of ghostly haunting?? That kind of crap was for Hagakure, not himself. Either way, Leon felt like he shouldn't stay any longer so as he spewed out more profanities about, he made his way out of the field.

And so, Hagakure remained trapped inside of the duffle bag that a giant, angry dragon turtle had shoved him into, until someone with an ounce of courage showed up.

These days, so many people had their focus put on their internal distress--not emotionally, but quite physically. For good reason, of course, and Hajime had been cheering on immune systems until he started to feel a bit nauseous himself.

The point was, with so much of the campus subdued, one person trying to really stretch their efforts and excel, at least a bit, reached out and grabbed Hajime's spiritual senses.

Though he'd never been great at sports, Hajime still couldn't help but be a little impressed at the ball-strewn field, Leon's figure in the center of it all. For a minute or so, he merely watched, taking special note of the all star's frustration in the face of success. "Need some help?"

Leon had thrown out the entire basket of balls when Hajime spoke up. He jolted, not expecting someone else to be there; he had made sure no one was around when he started doing his "not-practice" session and to be caught red-handed was the last thing he wanted.

"Huh?!" Leon paused at his own squawking voice and cleared it before continuing, "you wanna help clean up? Thanks, man. I was thinking of leaving the place like this 'cuz it's a pain to pick all these up."

A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth at Leon's surprise. It was odd, how many people tried to keep their passions hidden away from view. Perhaps that's part of what made the sight of those passions more fascinating, though.

"Sure, if you're finished. It looked to me like you were just getting started, though."

Wow this guy was pretty... enthusiastic to see Leon doing some lame practice. In a way, he was kind of glad it wasn't Kiyotaka who had ran across this scene instead. Even Leon knew he wouldn't get the end of that ex-hall monitor rambling about effort.

"What? You gonna stick around for some throws or battings? If you wanna bat I can throw for ya. Or whatever." Just don't say it's practice, okay. Leon will never admit it even if hell freezes over.

What could he say, he loved seeing people doing what they really liked... even if they wouldn't admit it. Passion can't be hidden, no matter how big a tool you try to be. Hajime paced a little closer, grin belying his casual gait.

"I'd be fine with that. I'm fairly sure I'm equally terrible at everything, whatever way." Wow, great opener, that'll make him happy to have you around. It's best for Leon to know what he's getting into, right? "But it never hurts to try and improve."

"Yeah, whatever. Since you're offering, throw me some balls then. I was getting bored of the machine's one-pattern pitches anyways." Leon replied, tossing over a ball and a glove over to Hajime, completely disregarding the other's comment about improving. Not that he didn't hear it, he just didn't want to comment anything about it.

He took up a bat and stood in the batter's box. He did a warm-up swing before pointing the bat at Hajime's direction with a light smirk on his face.

"Just give it your all in your throws, alright?"

Hajime decided to take Leon's the silence on the matter as tacit agreement, one way or another. It was a step in the right direction, anyway.

"Right! I'll... definitely give you a throw like you've never seen before!"

He picked up one of the excess of balls scattered over the field. His baseball pitches couldn't be any worse than his sales pitch, after all. Okay. He'd seen how to do this on television. Reeling one arm back, Hajime summoned his strength and chucked the ball.

It sailed right over Leon's head.

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