"Sayuri!" Kaoru ran up to me, excited. "I have great news... Sayuri?"

I stared at the ground, the top part of my face in the shadows. I was dripping from top to bottom in water, rain water. After practicing for so many weeks non-stop, this was what I got. Kaoru stood in front of me. He put his hands on my shoulders.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"The tournament was cancelled due to the coming typhoon."

"It's such a sad day for rains," he said as a tear drop rolled down my cheek, "Especially on your face."

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I woke up in a bad mood. I'd been like that ever since the tournament was cancelled. Every morning I woke up with tears in my eyes, desperate for the tournament to resume. Baseball was my favorite game. But if I didn't act like I'm a sore loser at the game in the tournament my father would forcefully hand over his company to me. But I didn't want that. All I wanted was true love. Something which I would never get. Something that was lost to me forever.

"Good morning," my maid said as she put the hundred fallen pillows back onto the bed. "Your sister would like to meet you."

I clumsily got off my bed and changed clothes. My hair was still a mess, but I tied it up in a side ponytail. I walked to the dining hall where my sister was elegantly eating her breakfast.

"Please don't tell me that father is planning that."
My sister just smiled. I hung her head. Now my only hope was to beat the crap out of that tournament so that the next heir of the family would be her younger brother, who was a little younger than me. He was also very good at sports. My sister tried her hand at sports too, but it didn't go too well. She did bad.
Which means pretty terrible.
Well, completely terrible.

So the family kept it a secret. They just claimed that she liked acting better, which was true. Also, she was going to be married of to the Otori family's second son, which meant that she would be leaving me soon.  Did anyone consider that I acted well too? No.

"Ayame, what do you want to talk about?"

"You have depression issues."

"What makes you feel like that?"

"Oh please. You may be able to put on an act and fool everyone, but you can't fool me."

Ayame flicked her black hair back. Even though we were sisters, the only thing we had in common was our red eyes.

"I want to take you somewhere after school today."

"Sure, I don't mind." I smiled.

But I had a weird feeling about this.

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