Summary: When the Fire came for him and he managed to resist. He had no idea that it would split him into two separate people. He was the man Ishido Shuuji and the boy named Ishido Shawney .
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Fire was destructive, everybody knew that and yet it was the most powerful element a person can posses.
Those who were in-tune to it, were called prodigies.
But every prodigy but it was a road full of hardship before an untimely end.
Some dissappeared while other died, one day and were never seen since.
The world had yet to catch on to this because people disappear and die all the time and rarely do any of those in-tune to fire showed it.
But those who disappeared by fire, know from an early age that the fire would come for them.
Some sought help but weren't believed until their time.
Others kept quiet and didn't care about life.
While others made sure anybody they met remembered them.
This was what Gouenji Shuuya set out to do, by never being forgettable.
And having the title of number one in the world was one hell of a legacy to leave behind.
When he scored that winning point, he knew right then that he was close to the deadline.
He took pictures, enjoyed the celebration feast, spoke to his teammates and friends before they hopped onto the bus and went to the airport.
They touched down in Japan hours later and it was the first time Gouenji saw just how many people had been cheering him and his team on, this whole entire time.
The crowd that welcomed them was gigantic, extra security had to be employed to clear a path for them.
They went back to the school, where their families were there to take them home.
Gouenji was lucky enough to not have to walk home, those who did, found themselves being recognised left and right.
He came home and had the best time with his family, knowing the business school would be brought up in a few days time and he would graduate and enter whatever school his father chose without complaints.
It was time to turn in and rest, Gouneji felt like this was it, he looked around the room he had spent the last 15 years, blood, sweat and tears had been infuses into this room.
He began to write a note on his phone and plugged it in to charge, it was a note stating his goodbyes and how thankful he was to everybody.
He then flopped onto his bed and felt the heat rise from his chest, he made himself comfortable and just let it happen.
His spirit was sent floating out of his body and was shackled by fire chains.
When morning came, the morning sun shone harshly through his bedroom window.
Several hours past and the housekeeper went to check on Gouenji.
She opened the door and smiled when she saw him, thinking the whole ordeal finally caught up to him and he was taking time fo recover.
She touched him his body, but as soon as she touched his body, her smiling expression changed.
There was no heat coming from it, only coldness.
"Young Master?" She said, shaking him now.
Nothing.
She watched him and alarm bells went off.
He wasn't breathing!
She went out and called the ambulance immediately, she panicked.
She told the master of the house and he got enough of her jumbled panic to rush to his son room.
He saw him just lying there, his skin now paler than when she found him.
The police were called, Gouneji father had to block his daughter when the ambulance and everybody invaded the room.
The moment those people saw him, they knew it was too late but still wheeled him to the hospital were he was giving the shock, hoping to spark some life.
Gouenji Shuuya was a natural treasure!
He was not allowed to die, after becoming one!
But it was no use.
He was pronounced dead and his father broke down in the hospital.
His sister would later go into denial when he told her.
It would take 2 days for the investigators to find a goodbye note on Gouneji phone.
And from the note, he knew full well he was dying but he told nobody because all tests said he was healthy and wouldn't be believed.
In a week, Gouneji death was reported on live tv and it had shocked the nation and the world.
His teammates could not believe it, the guy they sat next to on the plane and fought with them for months was dead?
Passed away in his sleep.
The nation came to Gouenji funeral or mourned his passing in their homes, words were said and tears were shead.
Gouenji from beginning to end had been incredible.
There was never going to be another person like him.
But the most heartbreaking was hearing his little sister, telling him he was a great big brother and that one day they would play with each other again.
All of this made sure Gouenji Shuuya would be remembered as a legend in Japanese History.
And all his friends, teammates and family needed was time.
Time to start healing.
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Gouenji soul was in a void surrounded by fire.
It wanted to consumed him, burn his very being, it wanted to eat it all.
His memories.
His heart.
His self-worth.
It had allowed him to use it for 15 years and now it was getting its paycheck.
But you never know how truly strong a person is unless you peel away the layers and uncover the soul.
The soul was a person in their rawest form, not held back by a body.
And Gouenji did not want to become a snack for the fire.
Endou Mamoru had taught him that if he tackled everything head on with all his soul, then he make the impossible, possible.
It was because of this that he managed to stay with his team and play soccer to the end.
There must be a way for him to returns even if he couldn't return as himself, he will return.
No.
He had to return.
He thought he was ready to die, but he wasn't.
15 years had been too short.
He spent a good chunk of that time, being controlled because his sister was always targeted.
He was in emotional pain when he realised that his team dumped the responsibly on him to win a game instead of working together and having fun.
He spent days in pain, just wishing his sister would wake up from the hospital.
He was pain when his father wanted to take soccer away from him because he was at that age where playing soccer was supposed to be a hobby.
It was because of the fire that he had talent but it was filled with patchs of nothing but pain.
"I refuse to die to here," he said. "Even if I have go be somebody else. I will return"
The fire went quiet.
And then he heard. "Very well"
Gouenji Shuuya was split in half and he cried out in pain.
But that one voice soon became the sound of two voices.
One of a man and the other of a young kid.
The pain stopped and Gouenji could feel his body again.
He looked to find a Chandler ceiling and no heat trying to burn him alive.
He sat up and saw a wooden wall.
"Where am I?" Two voices said at once.
"Eh?" They both said.
And then turned.
And that's when he saw it.
No, them.
A boy who looked like a much younger version of himself, dressed in a black t-shirt, red stripped shirt and blue pants.
A man who looked like an adult version of him, but had long blond hair, darker skin, he had earnings, white shirt and a red suit.
"What the?" Both of them said at the same time.
"Is this a dream?" Said both of them.
Both looked ready to faint but Gouenji never faints.
He raised his hand up and both of them did the same.
He then went to poke the cheeks and they did it to each other.
"This is creepy," he said, as he fell back and they both fell back and that's when he noticed documents.
He picked them up.
"Ishido Shuuji?" He said, looking at the clear passport with the man face.
There was a driving license and other things.
"Ishido Shawney?" He said, looking at his passport, and even there was childish drawings and they noticed there were bags in the room.
In the bags contained clothes, fit for both of them, money, a photograph of both of them, addresses that was apparently under the Ishido name.
And then there was the note.
'You told me, I caused you pain and grief. Well, here is a second chance of life. You consciousness has been split into two bodies, soon you'll be able to operate as if your two separate people. To the world, you are father and son and will be allowed to visit your friends and family. However, if you tell anybody your connection to Gouenji Shuuya. I will be taking you back. Have a nice second double life"- Fire.
What?
Both of them turned to each other.
It was only now that he realised, he could control them to do separate movements.
He was essentially two different heights and yet it felt natural.
They saw the door and opened it up, not expecting the nice house they would be greeted to and the servants.
They saw a man with tanned skin and pink hair.
"Ishido-san. You got a meeting, right now" said, the man, who he heard the words 'Daigo' appear.
"Meeting?" He said managed to split his talking, now. "I almost forgot about it. Lead the way"
He left.
His other self was met with smiles.
"Little master, do you want a cookie?" Said, a nice woman, holding a jar.
"How about to draw," said, another woman holding crayons and paper.
"What about kicking the ball?" Said, the third woman.
He picked that one immediately and took a cookie, he was taken outside to do a round of kicking the ball with short stubby legs.
His other self got into a limousine and saw shades on his seat, he took them and wore them.
The vehicle drove off.
Being a kid again, he hadn't realises how amazing it was.
He was just kicking the ball and nobody was breathing down his neck about it, even though he wasn't very good at it because of his shorter legs, he had yet to get used to.
Meanwhile, his adult self was subjected to a skyscraper of a building and when he was seen he immediately received bows from smartly dresses adults, as he walked through the entrance.
He went in the elevator and took it to the top floor.
He was met with more smartly dressed adults in a boring board space.
He took a seat in the only chair that wasnt occupied, behind him was Daigo.
The moment they opened their mouths, he felt like his brain was hurting and he just wanted to kick a soccer ball.
By the time, the hour was up, he understood why his Father was always looking so stoic when he came home.
A meeting was designed to suck the joy out of you, this was something he was convinced off.
But he was lucky, the happiness he got from his kid self was like an antidote to counter the poison of the adult world.
He had lunch at a private restaurant and that's when he found out, he was exactly in Japan but he spoke another language when the staff clearly recognised him and started speaking to him in French.
He didn't realise how accented his Japanese sounded coming from lips that weren't familiar enough, until that moment until he could speak fluent French.
He ate a boring lunch and his other self had fun looking food, shaped like monster trunks and dinosaurs.
Then he was off to another meeting.
And another meeting.
And another meeting.
The meetings didn't stop and he finally went 'home', at ten at night.
He walked into the large house to find his other self asleep on crayons and paper.
No wonder he completely switched to his adult self.
His younger self-body had reached his limit despite the mind, easily staying up this late.
The child body looked adorable, which was weird but he understood that he couldn't neglect either body.
He picked him up and made his way to the child room, he saw drawings, a soccer ball, toys and a race car bed.
It was so over the top, that it reminded him of all the overtop gifts he gave his sister over the years.
It was a room of a child that was clearly beloved.
He tucked his kid self in and gave it a kiss on the forehead, out of pure habit and then he walked out and shut the door.
He absolutely ignored how suspiciously close the servants were to the door when found them and then went to have meal.
He opened his phone and checked the date.
XX-XX-XX.
Today was four months since the fire took him.
His went wide and he stopped chewing.
Did that mean, not only was his friends and family alive...
Could he use his kids self to become friends with his little sister?
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Next chapter, Yuuka is taken to the private park and is shocked to meet a little boy playing with a soccer ball who looks like a mini version of her big brother. And the housekeeper is shocked and stunned as well. Review/ fav and follow!