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Chapter 13: Avoiding the Topic

First Day of Nationals - Afternoon

"Where is she?"

Shiraishi turned around and came face to face with Rikkai's Three Demons.

"Where is who?" Shiraishi asked, looking at the captain of Rikkai's tennis team.

"Emily," he said, and though his smile remained intact, he narrowed his eyes at his fellow captain.

"Ah, she decided to stay home today," Shiraishi replied calmly.

"Who's this, buchou?" Tooyama asked screaming at Shiraishi's side.

"This is Yukimura Seiichi. He's the captain of Rikkai's tennis team," Shiraishi replied to the freshman rookie.

Tooyama gasped, his eyes wide. He slowly crept toward Yukimura and raised his arm.

Yukimura raised an eyebrow at the red haired boy. "What are you doing?" he asked as Tooyama poked him.

"Ahh! I touched God! I get to live forever!" he screamed running away.

Shiraishi sighed. "Kenya, would you mind?"

The speed star nodded. "Sure thing, leave the rookie to me." He smiled as he took off after the imaginative boy.

"Now," Yukimura started, "back to Emily. Why isn't she here? I doubt that she wouldn't be here to support you."

"She already wished us luck before we left."

"She'd still come."

"Well, she wanted to make sure someone went onto the courts with a clear mind." After a pointed look at Yukimura, he and his team took their leave.


"Yes, Seiichi?"

"Is it more likely that she didn't come or that she's here and is avoiding me?"

"Hmm… I believe the former is more likely. Although the exact calculation is unclear due to the fact that we don't play Shitenhouji today and I've only spoken to her a few times, however I don't believe that Shiraishi was lying about her not being here.

"So what are you going to do, Yukimura?" Sanada asked.

Yukimura smiled ruefully. "Nothing, since she's not here there's hardly anything I can do."

"Emily, sweetie, we're going out," her mother called.

The black haired girl waved from her position of sitting upside down on the couch. "See you later!"

Emily sighed as the door clicked shut. She grabbed the television remote and flipped through all the channels until she arrived at the sports channel. They were talking about the tennis tournament. Normally they probably wouldn't be at the tournament with cameras and everything, but this year was special. There were a lot of upsets going on and it seems as though people were extremely interested.

A few of the teams had already played, she noted, as they showed the current scores. Higa, Fudomine, Hyotei, and Yamabuki had won so far. Rokkaku, Echigo Daira Daini, Tsubakigawa, and Saint Icarus were all going home.

Shitenhouji's match should be starting soon, right after Rikkai's.

Rikkai… she'd be at the courts right now if it wasn't for them. Well, not so much them as their captain. Although, it wasn't really his fault either. She simply couldn't trust herself to be able to see Yukimura without falling for him all over again. This was what was best for them and even if he didn't like the idea now, he'd get over it. She was doing this for him.

She rolled her eyes. Really, she scoffed; she was turning into some primetime cliché heroine or something. Her life wasn't some stupid love story. She was simple girl who gave up everything and was stupid enough to fall in love with a boy who was too obsessed with tennis to see anything else.

With a groan, she smacked a couch pillow to her face. Her life really was like a stupid love story. Up until now at least. There was no way that it would end like one.

What was she expecting anyway? Yukimura to just give up everything he had worked for to be her boyfriend? For him to just realize that he loved her as he walked onto the court and just leave? Honestly, each notion she thought of was more ridiculous than the last.

Oh well, she shrugged. Getting up, she grabbed her school bag and pulled out her literature homework. They had to write an essay. That was it. Their teacher hadn't given them a topic or anything. She just told them to write an essay. How stupid.

Emily thought for a moment. Essays had never been her strong point. What do people usually write about? Their goals? Friendship? Love? Hmm… Eh, who cares? It wasn't due for a week or so. She'd do it tomorrow.

Oh, look. Shitenhouji's match was starting.

Second Day of Nationals – Morning(ish)

They had won. Again. Of course.

The rest of the matches had been postponed due to rain and the players free to go home.

Our dear captain of Rikkai could be found staring at his phone. Yukimura was having an intense internal battle. He really wanted an explanation, but at the same time he felt as though Emily needed to be the one calling him, not the other way around. He also didn't want to upset her if all she wanted was a little space.

Gathering up all his courage, he grabbed his phone and dialed her number.


His breath hitched.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

"Emily? It's Seiichi," he replied hesitantly. He was greeted by silence while he wondered if she had hung up on him.

"Um… Yukimura-kun, what do I owe the surprise?"

"Can we see each other? I really think we need to talk."

"Whatever about?"

What Yukimura didn't quite understand was why her voice shouted genuinely surprised. Did she really think he wouldn't want to know why she broke up with him? He was equally shocked by her answer when he had voiced his question.

"Because you don't love me anymore."

Yukimura's brow furrowed. "What are you talking about? That's ridiculous!" He could hear someone talking to Emily but couldn't exactly understand what they were saying.

"Yukimura-kun, I need to go now."

"Wait, Emily, I-," he was stopped when he heard the click. Sighing, he sat down on his bed and dialed his friend's number.

Third Day of Nationals – Afternoon

"Come on, Em-chan, at least act like you're happy to be here," Kenya said, poking the aforementioned girl.

"Sorry, Kenya-kun, I'm just a bit tired," she replied, smiling at the speed star.

"Emily, you can relax. Rikkai's match might be after ours but it's on a completely different court," Shiraishi said.

"I'm not worried about that."

"Oh, Em-chan, you must really like this guy to lie to us about it," Kenya laughed and nudged the blushing girl.

"I'm not lying!"

"I'm not lying," Hitouji mimicked.

"Stop it!"

"Stop it!"

"Hitouji, that's not helping," Shiraishi intervened.

"I'll be back in a minute," the girl mumbled as she walked away.

"Don't get lost! Our match starts in 15 minutes!"

Emily moved her hand as if shooing the comment away. A few minutes later, she was lost.

"Stupid tennis courts, why do they even have to have such a big arena for a stupid tennis match," she said under her breath. "Oops, sorry!" She jumped back when she ran into someone. "My bad, I wasn't watching where I was going."

The brown haired boy she ran into just stared at her for a moment before giving her a curt nod.

"Okay then, well I'll see you around…"

"Tezuka, that's no way to treat a girl," a boy said coming up behind him. "Hi, I'm Fuji Syuusuke."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Roberts Emily." She held out her hand.

"Ah, American, huh?" he replied, shaking her hand.

Emily laughed lightly in reply. "That obvious?"

"Kind of. Here in Japan, we bow when we greet someone."


"This," he nodded his head in the brown haired boy's direction, "is Tezuka Kunimitsu."

"Nice to meet you as well, Tezuka-kun."

He simply nodded again.

"So… you guys here for the tournament?"

"Yeah, we're on our way to our next match actually," Fuji answered with a smile.

"Cool. Who are you-"


Emily stifled her laughter to a small giggle as a red headed boy, around her age, was jumping up and down, and waving his hands wildly above him.

"Nya, Fujiko! It's almost time for out match!" he said running up to them.

"Okay, Eiji, we'll head over there soon," Fuji said, still smiling. "This, by the way," he gestured toward her, "is Roberts Emily."

Eiji said at her for a second before launching himself at her. "Fujiko, where'd you find her? She so adorable!"

Emily blushed deep red.

"Eiji, don't hug her too tightly," Fuji replied chuckling.

"Nya, Mimi-chan, come to our game!" Eiji screamed. He started flailing his arms wildly again.


"Hoi, hoi! I give all my friends nicknames."

Emily smiled at the hyper boy. "Um… I wish I could go to your game, but I have to go to my other friend's game. I'm actually on my way to his game now, but I kind of got lost." She grinned sheepishly at the boys.

"Do you know what court their game is on?" someone asked behind her.

The girl jumped in surprise. She landed on her butt when she'd tried to spin around too fast.

"Inui, you shouldn't do that. Are you okay?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah I'm fine. And you are?"

"My name's Oishi and this is Inui," the boy replied, first gesturing to himself then to the taller boy carrying a notebook.

"Do you know what court their game is on?" Inui repeated.

"No idea. Sorry."

"Do you at least know what school?"

Emily stared up at him for a second. "No, I have no idea what school he goes to." Her voice was practically dripping with sarcasm.

Inui stayed silent for a moment. "Well, are you going to tell me?"

"Dude, there's no need to be a spaz. He goes to Shitenhouji."

"Nya, we're playing them next! We're Seigaku! Sorry, Mimi-chan." Eiji had been helping her up off the ground when she had told them. As a result, he let go of her and she landed on the ground once again.

Standing up, she smiled. "Well, today just got slightly more interesting."

The Day after the Semi-finals

The Finals for Nationals was postponed for three days. Yukimura had decided that the team would rest for today, train hard tomorrow, and rest the day before Finals. Normally, he would have his team training, but he needed to talk to Emily. That's why the young captain could be found outside his ex-girlfriend's house.

Knocking on the door, he took out his phone to check the time. It was still fairly early, around nine in the morning, so she'd probably still be home.

"Can I help you?" asked the boy who opened the door. He had sandy brown hair and a kind smile.

Returning the smile, he replied, "Is Emily home? I'd like to speak to her."

"Wait a second. I recognize you!" The boy gaped at him. "You're the one that broke Em-chan's heart!"

"Now, Kenya, don't exaggerate. Emily broke up with him."

"Hello, Shiraishi." Yukimura nodded at the other boy.

"What do you think, Shiraishi? Would Em-chan want to see him?" Oshitari asked.

"I suppose you want to talk to her about the breakup, correct?" Shiraishi questioned, ignoring Oshitari's question.

"Yes, I just wanted to ask her some questions about it."

With a sigh, the bandaged captain stepped aside. "I guess you have a right to know. I'll go get her. Kenya, could you show him to the living room?"

Oshitari lead him to the room where the rest of the Shitenhouji regulars were.

"Who's this, Ken-kun?" Konjiki asked the dash specialist.

"Everyone, this is Yukimura Seiichi, he's Em-chan's old boyfriend."

Tooyama gapped at him for a moment, and then he started bouncing off the walls. "Oh my gosh! Em-chan was dating God! That means- Hey, that hurt!" He rubbed his head because Zaizen quickly silence the younger boy with a smack.

"Zaizen, you shouldn't hit your kouhai," Ishida said. He sighed when the boy simply shrugged his shoulders.

"He already has brain damage. It's not like I'm doing anything worse."

"Shiraishi Kuranosuke, I'm going to murder you!"

"Ghosts are after buchou! We have to save him!" Tooyama screamed. Before he could rush up the stairs, he was grabbed by Oshitari.

"That was Em-chan, silly. Shiraishi must have just told her that Yukimura-kun's here."

"I don't care! Get him out!"

"You don't think she'll actually hurt Shiraishi, do you?" Ishida asked glancing toward the stairs.

"Don't worry, Ishida," Chitose replied. "Shiraishi will be fine."

There was a crash upstairs.

"She probably tripped," Chitose answered before anyone could say anything.

"Come on, Emily, don't be silly about this," Shiraishi said from the top of the stairs.

"No, I don't want to see him! That was the whole point of the Nationals thing."

"Emily, let go of the handle before you break it!"

"I don't care!"

"If you don't stop this I'm going to have Gin come up and just carry you down."

"No you won't!"

"Yes I will. And I won't let him let go of you until after Yukimura-kun leaves."

"I'll break his arms so he'll have to let me go!"


"… Okay, I'll admit that was stupid, but I'm not going down."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."





"Emily, can't you do me this one favor?"

"Because I don't want to talk to him."

"But you owe me."

"You wouldn't…"

"Emily, you owe me since you didn't go to our first two games at Nationals."

"But, Shiraishi…"

"Don't you dare whine at me. Now go."

"Fine, stupid, mean person."

The Shitenhouji regulars exchanged a couple glances as she came down the steps.

"Did you guys hear all that?" she asked. She laughed nervously as they all nodded.

"Emily," Yukimura started, his voice was gentle and caring as he took a step towards her. "I just want to ask you some questions."

She eyed him warily as he made his way to her. "I honestly don't think we have anything to talk about."

Yukimura frowned, although she was watching him, she refused to meet his eyes. "What's wrong? What happened between us?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Yukimura took a deep breath. "I don't think that's the truth. Actually, I know that's not the truth. You know why I'm here and you can't avoid this topic forever. I just want to know why you broke up with me."

"There's nothing to tell," she muttered, turning away from him.

"I need an answer." He moved in front of her and forced her to look at him.

"You already know." She glared at him.

"Then tell me anyways."

"Because… because you're already in love and it's not with me."

AN: So what did you think?

Yeah, they were probably OOC and I'm majorly sorry for that.