Requested by Girl with a Golden Heart! ^^ Hope I didn't disappoint you! This is only a prologue, so it's quite short. Expect more int he future :P Review please!
Okay, great... just great... "Tsurugi! What are you doing?" Tenma's face appeared, intruding Kyousuke's thoughts. "It's not like you to space out during practice!" Kyousuke avoided eye contact. Who's fault do you think it is?
"Tenma! Lets go!" Shinsuke's squeaky voice came from the other side of the field, with Masaki standing beside him. Sometimes... just sometimes, Kyousuke actually felt jealous of the little guy.
"Okay!" Tenma dribbled forward with the ball. Now that Kyousuke actually looked at him closely, he had a really slender body... his voice was really cute and it rang in her ears- "Tsurugi!" This was the second time he spaced out during practice... the ball hit him in the side of the face. He glared at the kicker, which was none other than the captain, Shindou Takuto. Just what he needed...
"You know what, lets just call it a day." Masaki said, jumping at any chance to get an early rest.
"Well..." Takuto looked uncertain for a moment as he crossed his arms in a deciding way.
"He's right, Shindou. It's winter now, so the sky gets dark early..." The gentle voice of Kirino drifted over. Takuto sighed... one part of him agreed, and one part him really didn't like this idea. It feels as if he's losing to his "rival" somehow.
"Okay, guys... lets pack up."
"Yes!" The first years cheered like crazy. As if they won a match or something. Takuto sweatdropped and started to wonder if he made the right decision...
"Lets go home together then." Kirino offered.
"Sure..." Takuto casted a sly look at Masaki and went off to the locker room.
"Tenma, aren't you going to change?" Shinsuke asked as the others pulled on their uniforms.
"Well I... um... I still have to wash the balls, so you guys can go ahead first." Tenma said, flashing a brilliant smile whils running off to the basket of balls.
"Geez... Tenma sure likes to wash balls..."
Come to think of it... Matsukaze always changes after everyone left and comes here very early to change before practice... Kyousuke thought, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "See you, Tsurugi!" Shinsuke called cheerfully while rushing out the doors with Aoi and Masaki behind him. The second-years and third-years just glanced at him before taking their leave, too. The only upperclassman who bothered to wave was Hamano.
Kyousuke glanced at his watch... the lights have been switched off, which means the school is probably closing after just 5 minutes... he began to take his leave when a movement in the shadows caught his eye. A figure walked into the locker room with quiet steps and swift movements. The person did not notice Kyousuke since he was naturally quiet, leaning against the wall beside a potted plant that shadowed him. It took him 5 seconds to realize what the figure was doing... of course it was changing, or why would it be in the locker room?
Kyousuke stifled a sigh and decided to wait for it to get done with it's business... but wait, if this person is in the locker room, that means he or she is part of the soccer club... okay, just he since as far as Kyousuke knew, there were only guys in the club. Unless you count some pretty suspicious ones, but we're not getting to that.
Of course, the only person so far that hasn't changed yet, was Tenma. So... could this person possibly be...? Kyousuke raised his head up a little so that he can have a closer look at the person's face. After all, if it really was Tenma, then of course he would want to take a look at his naked body.
In the dim light that the street lamps let out streamed into the small window located in the locker room, Kyousuke saw that person... the figure was indeed... half-naked. And it was also... indeed... Matsukaze Tenma. But the problem was... this person... was... a girl.
Kyousuke looked at Tenma with slitted yellow eyes. Tenma looked right back at him with huge steel blue eyes which were wide with shock and a small sign of fear. "You..." Kyousuke could hardly speak as the two stood there, facing each other with an awkward silence.