(so this is essentially the result of me wondering âwhy aren't there any WOMENâS sports anime?!â and taking matters into my own hands)
(also this is totes my first entry into @thehamiltonchallengeâ)
She sits under the tree, still as silence and cold as ice, her long raven-black hair cascading past her shoulders and littered with fallen cherry blossoms from the tree, startlingly, brilliantly pink against the darkness.
Like a princess, Akane thinks. A noble lady from old Japan, the sort that would command ten thousand samurais after her husbandâs death and then become the greatest empress that Japan- no, the world- has ever seenâŚ
âHey!â Akane calls, her frantic canât-be-late-for-gymnastics-practice gallop slowing to a more sensible jog.
The girl pays her no heed.
âHey!â Akane calls again, her tone sharpening.
The girl finally turn her head, an errant breeze catching her hair, sending it flying around her head in a thousand midnight strands, each one shimmering in the sun.
As Akane reaches her, she feels her heart dance in her chest.
Her eyes are so blue- so, so blue, blue as hydrangeas, blue as the hardest ice, blue as the country sky that Akane once told her mother she was going to grow wings and explore.
They illuminate her face, almost, bringing life to her paper-white skin like sunlight on water, their vivid intensity counterbalancing the rich red of Akaneâs own.
Like fire and iceâŚ
Akane opens her mouth, only to find that her usually-loquacious tongueâs run dry, apparently having decided that youâre beautiful and are you legit royalty? are insufficient icebreakers.
âYouâre new here, arenât you?â she finally manages to stammer, tacking on an âI havenât seen you here before,â when the other girl fails to respond.
âYes,â the strange girl says, so softly the word almost vanishes into the wind.
âIâm Sakura Akane!â she said with a forceful bow that whips her twintails up and dow. âIâm a first year at Furukawa Middle School, Iâve been doing gymnastics since I was really little- whatâs your name? Are you a first year too? I think Iâve sen you around-â
âHonoka Yukiko. And yes, I am.â
âThatâs a really pretty name! It really fits you- hey, are you heading to the gymnastics club?â
She nods.
âAwesome! Welcome to Nakamura Gymnastics Club- the absolute greatest gymnastics club in Tottori Prefecture! Here at Nakamura, we donât just train winners- we train champions!â
âAnd somedayâŚâ Akane pauses, putting one fist over her heart in a mock salute, âyou'll see the greatest Nakamura gymnast of them all standing on the Olympic stage, gold around her neck- ME!!â
Her speech is met with crickets.
âUhâŚâ Akane scratches her head,â you do do gymnastics, donât you?â
Another nod.
âOi! Whatâs with that silent act?â Akane complains, one eyebrow twitching. âIt wouldnât kill you to open your mouth once in a while, yâknow. âSlike you never even talk.â
A glint shines from deep within Yukikoâs eyes; the corners of her mouth give the slightest twitch. âAnd you speak from pamphlets.â
âOi! Whatâs that supposed to mean?!â
Yukiko reaches inside the pocket of her jean skirt and retrieves a navy blue phone. She flips open the top once the places it back in her pocket. âItâs time.â
âTime⌠for gym? Why didnât you tell me?!â
The two of them break into a run, Yukiâs black hair flying out behind her beside Akaneâs own reddish blond.
âTheresâs no time!â Akane gasps as the buildingâs entrance comes into view. âThe gateâs around the corner- we canât turn fast enough!â
âItâs a vault.â
âWhat?â
Yuki turns her head to look forward once more, narrowing her eyes as she focuses on the fence.
A vaultâŚ
Is she gonna jump the fence?!
Akane surges forward, her pulse pounding to the beat of her stride, the world a blur. Youâre not getting ahead of me, Yuki-chan!
She reaches the fence, leaps, and throws her body forward.
Her fingers touch the top rail, pushing off with all her might- and then sheâs flying, head over heels through the air, every muscle in her small frame drawn tight.
Itâs times like this when Akane gains her wings.
The ground rushes up to her- too fast, too soon.
She lands on the balls of her feet- and promptly stumbles, her leftover momentum forcing her hard onto one knee. âOw!â
A bright smear of blood on the pavement marks her landing.
But any and all pain is forgotten as she looks over her right shoulder.
For Honoka Yukiko has taken the fence.
She pushes off the top into a graceful, effortless backflip, her body a perfect C curve- then draws her knees close to her chest.
She spins once, twice, floating almost, before finally landing, as lightfooted as a sparrow, her arms stretched wide, her dark hair cascading down her back.
Akaneâs jaw hits the pavement as her eyes stretch into saucers. Someone so gracefulâŚ
âThat was amazing!â she blurts, starry-eyed. âWhatâs your level? Are you an Elite? Youâve gotta be, youâve got the best form Iâve ever seen, and-â
With a swish of her hair, Yukiko turns on her heel and glides off to the buildingâs entrance.
Akaneâs brow furrows. HeyâŚ
âWait!â she calls, scrambling to her feet, heedless of the sting from her skinned knee. âI still need to introduce you to my friends! Ai-chan and Satomi-chan-â
But itâs too late. Yuki is gone.
Grinning from ear to ear, Akane takes off after her, her arms spread wide.
Spread into wings.
***
And from that day, I had something to strive for. A way to fly.
***
(but in the end, Icarus flew too close to the sun)
so yeah that was just a sneak preview MORE COMING LATER TRUST ME
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