Author's Note

This is my first published fanfic so please don't judge me too harshly :')

It's basically the way Hinata said he would meet Yui when he talks to Otonashi after Yui 'poofs' so enjoy! :3

Also, before you judge I shall explain - Yui is very bubbly and energetic in the anime but she is not in my fic because she has a completely different life when she is alive. I don't know what it's like to live like the way I have portrayed Yui and so this is just my mind and its interpretation.

Even so, I shan't hold you any more, please read and, if you'd like, let me know what you think!

~CureMoonMagica

PS: it gets fluffier, don't worry. Just you wait! c:

My eyes flutter open at the sound of curtains being pulled along a curtain rail. My eyes were fully open and all I saw was white. When the astonishing brightness dims and I adjust, I see the sun, shining brightly in blue sky.

I wake up to this sight a lot when the weather was good. The sunrise is something very beautiful and, for now, always dependable. It is there every morning, a milestone every day. A beautiful milestone. If there isn't a lot of beauty in one's life, they can always rely on the sun and the sky.

That's how I get by. There aren't a lot of nice things in my life, but I see a beautiful and radiant sunrise every morning and it reminds me that, even though it's something so small, there's a reason to wake up every day. Even just to see the sunrise that's different to the one yesterday, it's still a reason.

It's my reason. I don't have a lot going for me. There are times when everything is so tedious or so stressful that I do wish that I wasn't here so that nothing would be a problem, but there are times when I know that I just have to keep going, keep pushing myself another day more. It doesn't matter what or who for – I know I'll keep going for my mother. She tries her hardest for me every day, even when I'm a lost cause.

She is the one who opened the curtains. "Morning, Yui, dear!" she smiles warmly at me. "It's another beautiful day. We could take you outside today in your chair so you can get some fresh air? Wouldn't that be nice?"

"Yeah, sure," I reply. If I was grateful for anything, it was that I still had my voice. My body may be frozen but I am glad that I still have the capability to express myself.

My mum walked over to me and smoothed down my hair. "The nurses said they would give you your medication soon and then the day is yours. We can do anything you want to." She smiles again at me, but I can still see the sadness in her eyes and it does kill me inside every time. She has my best interest at heart but she knows we can't do anything I want and she knows that life was cruel to her by having her daughter hit by a car. I think that sometimes we're both sick of it.

"I'll watch some TV," I say. "Could you-"

"Of course, of course," my mum interrupts me, grabbing the remote off of my bedside table and flicking the TV on to a channel. She sets it back down and says, "Well, I'll come back in a bit. Just shout if you need anything, okay? I know you like your space sometimes. You are a teenager, after all!"

When she leaves the room, I sigh. Does everyone walk on egg shells around me? People try so hard but sometimes it's really not the right thing to do. She doesn't have to fuss over me the way she does. I appreciate her help, of course – I'd be helpless without her, without anybody – but sometimes the pity irritates me. What I'd give to be normal just so that people would treat me as if I wasn't a valuable and fragile old antique or something.

I shut my eyes. Sometimes it's nice to not look at the world and to hear it instead. The voices on the TV flood into my ears, as do the sounds of the nurses and other people on the hospital ward, and the birds tweeting outside, and the sound of traffic on the main road near the hospital. A sound I don't expect to hear is a sudden crash and glass hitting the floor, smashing like a dropped vase. A baseball soars through and hits my leg before rolling off the bed and bouncing onto the floor.

I blink my eyes in shock and look at the hole in the window. I smile. Someone's gonna be in big trouble for this!

A nurse tumbles into my room, exclaiming, "Goodness, what happened in here?" She gapes at the broken window and then looks at me, confusion spreading across her face.

I am about to speak when a tall, blue-haired boy runs into my room, spinning around the door, panting. "I am so sorry! Please forgive me! This wasn't meant to happen!" He turns to me. His voice quieter and calmer, he says, "I really am sorry. You aren't hurt?"

"No," I say while smiling. I won't lie, he is kind of cute. "Not a scratch. Oh, no, wait, there is a scratch." I look at my hand. A tiny fragment of glass has caught the skin. I'm surprised the impact made it so far into the room. The wound is nothing serious but the boy runs over and grabs my hand, wiping the small amount of blood off. "See! Er, all better..?" I laugh, and he lets go of my hand which falls lifelessly onto the bed. He looks a little surprised to see how dead it is with it being actionless.

"Oh, I didn't realise..." His voice trails off, and he looks sort of sad as I think he realises what's wrong with me.

"It doesn't matter," I say. I look at the ball on the floor. "You play baseball?"

The boy smiles while running his hand through his hair. "Yeah, I do. You like baseball?"

"From what I've seen on TV, it looks like fun," I answer. "I've never seen a real game, though."

The boy pauses, before looking up at me and saying, "Well, then, why don't I take you to one, as an apology for breaking your window?"

I feel excitement bubble in my chest. "Really? You would do that? You would take me to an actual game?" I smile even wider.

"Of course!" he laughs. "It's the least I could do."

The sound of rubber squeaking bursts my little bubble of happiness. The nurse who ran into the room has just walked out. I completely forgot she was here.

I frown. "I'd love to go, but I don't think I'd be able to..."

"Why not?" he asks curiously. "I mean, I can see that... that you're not in your best state of form but that doesn't mean that a guy can't repay your for breaking your window!" He laughs and I join in. He has a sense of humour, and I like that.

"Okay, okay," I say, my smile reappearing on my face. "I'll ask just to be sure." I shout for my mum and she quickly appears. She sometimes doesn't leave the ward; she just stays outside and waits.

"What is it?" she asks. She looks over at the window and the boy stood near me. "Who is this and what happened?"

I'm surprised that she didn't hear the smashing of glass, but I guess she must have been at the toilet or too far away to hear.

"It was an accident..." the boy starts.

"It's not important," I say. "What is important is that... that..." I don't know this boy's name. I stare at him, my eyes asking for help.

"Is that I'd like to take your daughter to see a baseball game as one way to apologise for breaking your window." He blushes slightly, twisting his fingers in his hands but charmingly smiling.

"Well, that sounds like fun, doesn't it, Yui?" she smiles at me. She's always smiling around me. "I'll talk to the nurses but I won't take no for an answer! It's been a long time since you left the grounds..." She wanders out the room, her words lingering in the air.

"So, Yui," he says, grinning at my name.

"So, stranger who broke my window and hit me with a baseball," I retort, grinning in return.

He holds his hands up in defence, laughing. "I know, I'm guilty. But I'm also Hinata."

"Hinata." I try out his name. "Well, Hinata the stranger who broke my window and hit me with a baseball, I'd love to go to a baseball game with you. But I don't want it to be just because you feel sorry for me or whatever, just because I'm like this."

"Hey, it's not like that!" he protests. "I honestly wanted to do something as to say sorry for breaking your window."

"And for hitting me with a baseball."

"And for hitting you with a baseball."

We laugh together.

"Do you mind if I sit down?" Hinata asks, pointing to the chair next to my bed.

"Not at all," I reply. "But don't you have friends to be getting back to or something?"

"Why would I go back to my friends when I'm talking to an interesting girl who I hit with a baseball?"

I giggle. "Okay, okay, sit down."

He sits and looks at me. A short silence falls between us and I stare down at the duvet cover's pattern.

"I don't want to pry," he says, avoiding my eye contact. "But I'm curious as to why you're in this place."

"Why I'm in hospital?" I say with a questioning tone in my voice. "Do you really want to know?"

He meets my eyes and nods solemnly.

"I got hit by a car when I was four. I was paralysed from the neck down and now I'm still here, living through each day that is as same as the next. But now I'm looking forward to going to a baseball game."

"I'm so sorry," he whispers. "It must be incredibly difficult for you and I'm sorry I don't understand that or what it's like but really, I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Don't feel sorry for me, I don't want to be pitied!" I cry. I look back down at my bed sheets, suddenly feeling a pang of hurt. "It is difficult. Each day is the same and life gets so repetitive and boring when you can literally do nothing." If I could, I know that at this moment, I would clench my fist. "But I am not some useless thing that is to be pitied! I am still a person and, sure, I can't walk or move or do anything of major significance but I'm still here and I'm still a human being!"

"I didn't mean to upset you, I'm really sorry." Hinata stands up and looks towards the door. "I've messed this up. I'm sorry. I should go."

"No! Please don't go," I say sadly. "I never have visitors. Let alone a cute boy who broke my window and hit me with a baseball." I muster a smile.

"You're not gonna let that go, are you?" Hinata smiles weakly in return and sits back down. "Okay, I'll stay, but only for a bit longer."

A nurse comes into the room and helps me to take my medication. She adjusts my pillow and smiles at me before leaving again. She's one of the nice nurses.

"So when is this game we're going to?" I ask.

"Well, I know there's one next Saturday? I can get tickets," he answers.

"Next Saturday? That's great!" My bubble of excitement has come back, and I take pleasure in it.

"I'll look forward to it," Hinata says, smiling at me. He looks at his watch. "I think I'll head off now."

"Oh, okay," I say. "Hang on, I'll come with you. I'll just need to..." My voice trails off. I don't want to cause problems.

"I'll go ask your mum if I can take you," he says. "You'll need your chair, right?"

"Yes," I say quietly. I smile to myself as he walks out of the room. He's being so nice to me and he's only just met me. He's being so kind and, even though there is a little voice nagging at me worrying that he's just doing it out of pity, I love it. A cute boy being such a gentleman to me is every girl's dream, right?!

My mum walks in the room with Hinata behind her. "Hinata will take you down and I won't be far behind you to bring you back up, okay, dear?" She pushes my wheelchair next to my bed. "The nurses are just coming to help you out of bed."

Like she said, a team of 4 nurses come into the room and surround my bed. They pull the covers off me and start to move me into the chair. I can't help feeling useless, the way I always do, but after so many years, I am used to it.

I am soon sat in my chair. I smile up at Hinata. "You okay to push me?" I say.

He jokingly bows and says, "It would be my honour."

We walk down the hospital corridors, an occasional squeak heard from Hinata's trainers on the scrubbed floor.

The automatic doors slide open and I blink at the bright sun. It is warm on my skin and I smile. I haven't been outside for a while to see the sun like this. Stupid rainy season.

Hinata stops pushing my chair and walks forward. He smiles warmly at me and I can't help but blush. "I really am sorry about before."

"Stop apologising," I say. "If it hadn't happened, we wouldn't be talking now... And I'm glad that I got to meet you." I avert my eyes and feel my cheeks turn pinker than my hair.

"I'm glad I got to meet you, too, Yui," he states, grinning at me. "And I will be looking forward to the game on Saturday."

"Me, too."

"I'll see you then," he turns and walks away, turning back once to wave.

I smile but sigh when he is out of sight.

"We can go to the garden now, if you'd like, Yui?" My mother was never far behind me. She pushes my wheelchair in the direction of the hospital garden. She stops when she positions me at the end of a bench in by the flowers and she sits down next to me.

"Did you talk to the nurses? I... I would really like to go to that game, Mum..." I look down at my hands, placed together in my lap.

"Yes, I talked to them. One of them wasn't too keen on the idea of you leaving the hospital but another - the one you find really nice - she said that she thought it would be good for you. So it's all agreed and plans are go!"

I beam at my mother. If I could hug her, I would have thrown my arms around her the moment the words left her mouth. Instead, I smile, hoping that my eyes show all the things I can't physically. "Thank you so much, Mum!"

She stares at me for a moment, and I raise my eyebrows. "You like that boy, don't you?" she finally asks.

I blush. "D-don't be silly! I only just met him, and it couldn't... it couldn't possibly happen, could it?"

"You never know, dear," my mum stares at something, smiling all the while. "You never know."

Author's Note

If you read this far, thank you! This is the first thing I have published so I was a little nervous :3 If you enjoyed reading this, then that's great! :D There will be more, like when Yui and Hinata go to the game and so forth c: You'll just have to bear with me :')
Thanks again! ^.^
~CureMoonMagica