Here's a brand new story for your beautiful little eyeballs to drink in! I have to warn you, this is an INCREDIBLY sports heavy fic! It's an incredibly yaoi heavy fic too(there WILL be lemons), but I know there's plenty of people out there who're yaoi savvy though so I'm not too worried about that. I'm in the middle of soccer season right now so excuse me if I'm a little passionate about the subject….. I'll make it up to you with lots of crazy wild boy on boy content so please enjoy my newest piece of work! And if you have trouble understanding any of my soccer jargon, please ask me! I'll try to explain at the end of each chapter but I don't want anyone left in the dark! Anyway, moving on!
Rated M for language, lemons and probably something else. It's just rated M, okay?
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy or any other games/characters mentioned in this story. I may own the field but I certainly don't own the game of soccer either.
Oh yeah! And for those waiting on the next chapter of Scarred… I'm going to try to get on that before anyone actually realizes I'm back.
Double Overtime
His eyes followed the trail of dirty sports gear straight to the source.
What a fucken DISASTER! He thought (Insert eye twitch here for emphasis).
He hadn't even taken one step in the door and already this new semester was turning out to be a massive head ache.
~*~*~(Page Break! Insert theme music here! DadadadaDA!)~*~*~
"My names Squall Leonhart. You'll just call me Leon though. Or coach. I'm saying this for the benefit of our freshmen this year. TWO were kind enough to show up today….."
"Yeah! Claps for freshmen!" a loud, medium-built blond shouted.
"Shut up Tidus. Now these technically ARE try outs so as far as I'm concerned this IS the soccer team. Skill is important and every one of you are here because you posses it in one way or another. That doesn't mean shit if you don't show up for practices, though. If you guys want captain's bands or *starting positions this year you're on the fast track to getting it. If I were you I'd talk to your team mates that aren't here."
"Question!" a boy with wild brown hair and deep blue eyes said throwing a hand into the air.
"What?"
"I thought this was a major soccer school. Shouldn't there be more people here for try outs?"
"You'd think but unfortunately the head coach before me ruined the program for a lot of students. He was a last minute hire but he lasted a good five or so years before they found a coach who knew what he was doing. By that time our record had sunk to around two wins a season and our player count had diminished."
"So now we're kinda rebuilding but the teams become much betta since this stud took over," a tall stalky guy with dark skin said motioning to the very threatening looking man carrying the title coach.
"Oh, okay. Still, it seems a little weird that you'd be willing to send scouts and only this many people make up the base of a team," the brunette continued.
The coach smiled, "So you're one of the ones who was scouted. Well, we pride ourselves on our overall skill and ability to work together at this school. The fact that we sought you out is proof that you're something special so don't let us down."
The boy attempted to hide his absolute look of joy behind a cough and a nervous head scratch.
"By the way, where's the other freshmen we were expecting?" Leon said scanning the boys spread out across the stretch of turf throwing on shin guards and cleats.
"Oh he's right here," the tan boy said scooting over slightly to reveal Hayner with a single sock a shin guard on, fast asleep.
Leon sighed, a look of disappointment creeping across his face, "Someone wake that idiot up."
"WAKE UP FOOL!" Tidus shouted unlacing his cleat. He took it off and chucked it at the snoozing blond hitting him square in between his eyes.
"WHO THE FUCK WANTS TO DIE?" Hayner shouted bolting up and holding his poor head.
"The only people with a death wish are the ones who sleep on my time," Coach Leon said emanating pure rage and evil from every pore in his body. It came down black and heavy on both the boy at fault and the team around him.
A chill ran down Hayner's spine. It wasn't his fault he was so tired! Okay, I guess it was. Yesterday was Hayner's last day in Twilight town before the start of the new semester so he'd stayed up all night celebrating with his friends. Then this morning he wanted to get a head start on moving into the dorms so he drove in early. There was no time to rest! And who makes the first practice of the season or "try outs" as they're formally called at 8:00 in the morning anyway?
"S-sorry coach. Won't happen again," Hayner mumbled under his breath.
"Good. Now circle up and stretch. While you do that we'll get to know each other a little better so just go around and say your name, year and position. Go!" he said clapping his hands together.
Each boy sluggishly spread out shaking out their legs and stretching their backs as they went. Hayner sloppily threw on the remainder of his gear and dashed into a nearby spot. So far the coach was a tight ass and the team seemed cocky. Hayner could usually tell right away weather he'd have a good season and enjoy his team mates. As for today's first impression, suckish. This season wasn't looking bright. Maybe it just seemed bad because Hayner was tired…
"Let's start with you," Leon said pointing at the small brunette.
"Okay! Um, I'm Sora, I'm a freshmen and I like to play *outside D! Last year though coach had me at center mid for most of the season but I HATE that position so please put me on defense whenever possible! Yay! Thanks! Next?"
"Pff right. So I'm Riku, junior-" the silverette said stretching on the warm rubbery field and touching his right foot with his left hand.
"Hi Riku! All of the upper classmen plus Sora chimed in unison.
"Hi. And I play *center fullback. If I scream at you to do something on the field just trust me, alright?"
"Yes, please do. Riku's been a starter since he was a freshmen. It's very rare but he earned every second of his incredible amount of playing time. You'd be wise to listen to him," Leon added. A small flame of admiration flickered in the youngest and smallest of the teams eyes.
"Guess I'm next then! My names Tidus! I'm a sophomore and I'm a *striker! Not just a striker! THE BEST striker! I'm like an assassin and the goal is my victim! No keeper can keep me from blowing up the score board!"
"Yah you're so full of it. Waka, I'm a sophomore and I'll be ya main *goal keepah," The tall tan guy said pointing a thumb at himself. Wow. With his body type he was more than just a power house. This guy had the potential to be an unstoppable wall! Hayner could already see it wasn't a mistake to put him in goal and they hadn't even done anything yet!
"Damn coach what happened? There's all of negative four people here! Where's the team?" came a new voice. Hayner turned to the front of the stadium to see two of the brightest new comers he'd ever witnessed. It wasn't their confidence or over all presence that seemed to amplify the morning sun. It was that freaken hair! Holy god! When you're that flamboyant every entrance you make is a big one!
"Yeah, late as usu- Ah! Axel what the hell are you wearing? I told you to treat this like practice!"
"I told him coach! I did! He just said, 'Na! The first practice is always a kick around! I'll be fine!' kick his ass coach!"
"Is that so?"
"No way coach! Reno, shut your fucking face before I set it on fire!"
"Axel, ONLY YOU would wake up in the morning knowing you had practice and put on….. Girly white skinny jeans."
"Hey, I'm not gonna have my wardrobe called girly by the lord of all things tight and leather. Are you coach or a dominatrix?"
"I'm the master of your fate here on the team! Six laps! Get going!" he commanded unamused.
"Damn and it's only the first practice too….." the red head mumbled dropping his bag and taking off. He could argue but Axel's dealt with this particular coach for too long to even try. Guys like Axel who like to hear themselves talk tend to be most fit for obvious reasons: you piss off the coach, you get six laps. Why six laps? Because he's freaken evil.
"Alright Reno, why don't you introduce yourself and your brother while you're brother. I think he'll be busy for a while."
"Cool. Yo, I'm Reno and that's Axel. We're twins so we're both seniors and *wings. I like cuddling on cold snowy nights while listening to soft jazz. Axel likes blowing shit up. Thank you very much for your time."
"Okay, moving on. Next!"
"Oh, he's asleep again," Sora said pointing at the heaping lump on the ground that was Hayner; sucking his thumb, completely out cold.
"I got it!" Tidus said hopping on one foot, trying to force his cleat off once more.
Needless to say it was a LONG ass practice. Hayner was upset to receive six laps for his "lazy disposition". In fact, he felt victimized until Axel earned twelve more laps while STILL prancing around in those jeans. Hayner couldn't help but feel like Axel was the coach's favorite. Fair enough. If that's how Coach Leon shows his love than Hayner wanted no part of it.
As everyone gathered in the spot where they had started, downing the last of their water and peeling their socks and shin guards off their legs, exhausted, dear coach called for their attention.
"So, most of you know one of my biggest pet peeves for the beginning of the season."
"Yuffie taking your keys and wallet while you're busy and driving to McDonalds!" *center midfielder, Zack Fair, guessed rolling icy hot onto his exposed thigh.
"Ugh," Leon groaned remembering the hyper active twelve year old stuck in a twenty year old body, "No that's my pet peeve in life. That will never go away but I'm talking about *captains.
He pulled out a piece of paper and started shredding it into crooked little squares, "I know two of you are new but most of you have been playing together for long enough to know who deserves the title captain. I expect you to use your good judgment. This isn't high school so you better not treat this like a popularity contest. Remember, this is who you want to lead you. Oh, and you'll have to share pens. Pick one name each."
"So who are you voting for?" Hayner asked waiting for a pen.
"I'm not telling!" Sora said hiding his sheet and looking outraged.
"I'll tell you mine. I'm voting for Reno. He has better ball control than anybody here."
"No, Riku has the best ball control, no contest!"
"Aw so you're voting for Riku! I knew you would!"
"Well I-"
"Alright I'm sure everyone wants to go back and relax so turn in your papers now or your vote doesn't count," Coach Leon announced holding out a hand. Each member of the team uttered some complaint about having to move before reluctantly turning in their slips to the man.
"So who're we looking at here?" Leon asked shuffling the small pile and holding the notes up to his face, "Reno, Riku, Reno, Axel….. R-riku?"
"What?" the boy asked ears perked like a curious white fox.
"It's nothing," Leon said putting the slip of paper in the back of the pile.
"Yoink!" Axel belted snatching the paper from his hand and almost causing Leon to drop the rest.
"Aw look! Someone loves Riku!" Axel said holding the paper for the team to see. There was a big heart around the name, perfectly written in cursive.
"What? That can't be right! It must be one of the freshmen," Reno said grabbing the slip. Hayner glanced over at Sora who suddenly became very interested with the bottom of his bag.
"That's rude! Why can't I be the one who's in love with Riku?" Tidus said huffing and folding his arms.
"Because anyone who's played with Riku for even a season knows dating him would be like dating a robot. Objective: protect the goal. Love: not an option," Axel said teasing the boy. Still, he didn't deny it. He didn't even twitch at the statement. To Sora or whomever wrote that note: good luck and I'm sorry.
"Okay that's enough. Let's just get this done, alright? Axel, Riku, Waka and Steve Irwin," Leon finished crumpling the pile of papers and shoving it into his pocket.
"The Crocodile Hunter?" Zack asked in mid-stretch.
"He'll always be alive in my heart," Axel said lowering his head and placing a hand on his chest.
"So three Reno, three Riku, two Axel, two Waka and one proclamation of Axel's idiocy," Leon said counting in his head.
"Who would you vote for?" Axel asked shifting onto his stomach and holding his head up in the palm of his hands.
"I'd vote for all of you if I could," he said brushing the boy off.
"Bull shit Squally boy! There's always three captains. Two are player's choice and one is coach's. Reno and Riku are the first two so who's the last going to be?" Axel demanded punching the AstroTurf. If he hadn't been fucking around and just voted for himself it'd be him. Oh well.
"Oh you'll have a third captain by the first game but I'll be trying something new this year. Things are going to be a little different until we find a new assistant coach anyway so we'll just make due with two captains for now."
"Wait, what happened to Tifa?" Riku asked.
"Some family issues came up and she had to go back to her home town for some undetermined amount of time, unfortunately."
"Oh dear god! Not Tifa!" someone mumbled feigning disappointment.
"How do we make it through the season?"
"Bitch had it coming," Reno said just loud enough for everyone to hear. He was drawing circles innocently in turf with his finger.
"Yeah yeah everyone hated her but we still need a new coach so it's going to be a struggle until I find one. Anyway that's all for today. Children, leave my presence. And Axel, make wiser choices."
"Oh come on coach you know my ass looks good running around in these jeans! I caught you looking!"
"Go home before I hit you with my car!"
"Thank GOD!" Hayner thought out loud shoving all of his shit into his bag. All he wanted at this point was to pass out flat until the school year started next week. Throwing his bag over his shoulder and getting ready to book it to his car, Hayner couldn't help but notice Sora bounding over to Leon before he was gone.
"Hey coach! If you REALLY need an assistant, my cousin just moved back in town and he's looking for a job."
~*~*~(Take it back to the beginning!)~*~*~
His eyes followed the trail of dirty sports gear straight to the source.
What a fucken DISASTER! He thought (Insert eye twitch here for emphasis).
He hadn't even taken one step in the door and already this new semester was turning out to be a massive head ache.
If he didn't know any better he'd think the blond was dead. Lying on his back, not a sound, not a single breath could be heard coming from the boy whose eyes were glued shut. Seifer fought the urge to snatch the water bottle still in the hand of its owner and pour what was left of it onto his head.
"Hey dumb fuck wake up! What could you possibly be doing in my dorm room?"
No answer.
"Get ahold of yourself!" Seifer shouted picking up a cleat and chucking it at the sleeping blond.
Hayner, who'd been woken via shoe for THE LAST TIME shot up, blind furry in his eyes, "Practice is OVER! I CAN SLEEP AS MUCH AS I WANT!" He screamed before his eyes narrowed on his most recent attacker.
Oh no. Oh no no no no no. YOU THINK YOU'RE FUNNY GOD?
"There's no fucking way you go here too!" Hayner wined pointing at his taller, tougher rival as he stood to even out their levels a bit.
"That's my line twerp. I don't buy that you're smart enough to get into this college. I don't buy that you're smart enough to get into any college!"
"I'm not! I mean- uh, I got accepted off of a soccer scholarship….." Hayner said a little embarrassed by his slip. He hadn't realized it before but he really wouldn't have gotten into college with his grades if it weren't for soccer. How sad…..
Hayner expected the bully to go on about how stupid he was but to his surprise the boy's look softened a touch.
"Thank god. For a second there I really thought you were going to say that your grandparents bought you into this school. I was about to punch you," Seifer said folding his arms, dropping his defense a little.
"I'm the one who should punch you for thinking that to begin with," Hayner said eyes narrowing. It was true that his grandparents were rich but he had way too much pride to accept any help from them. That was something he inherited from his mother. For the longest time the two of them lived under the weight of her parent's money. It could be theirs at any time that they needed it and yet they lived their life in debt because in Hayner's mother's opinion, that's what her life time of struggles had earned them. Only once was she able to overcome her pride and accept her parent's kindness. Now WAS NOT that time.
"Oh, all that noise was coming from this dorm," a new boy said holding a frothy tooth brush in one hand and wiping his mouth with a hand towel with the other.
"Yeah sorry," Hayner said clearly unaware that he wasn't alone before Seifer entered the picture, "I didn't even realize you were here! When'd you show up?"
"Two days ago," the boy said walking back to the bathroom from which he came and reemerging this time towel and toothbrushless.
"Really, I haven't seen you all day."
"Yeah I figured you didn't notice when you barged into our room at six in the morning and left all your stuff in a pile on the floor. It took me an hour to get back to sleep."
"You're so fucking rude," Seifer snorted.
"Shut up you gorilla. I'm so sorry! That won't happen again! You didn't try to move it or anything did you?"
"No I try not to mess with other peoples belongings. It's still all there. That clearly makes you Hayner. I'm Zexion. So, who's our other guest?"
"Name's Seifer. I'm in the dorm across the living room."
Hayner groaned.
"I'm sorry I don't control who sleeps where! If I even knew we'd be in the same dorm, no, the same school I'd have picked up another job and got an apartment instead!"
"How'd that even happen anyway? What sadistic fuck put US in the same living space?"
"How long have you two known each other?"
"Since preschool. We went to the same middle school, high school and everything," Hayner said glaring at his obnoxious shadow.
"Then that probably explains it. I'm guessing Seifer's older so since it's a smaller college anyway they probably wanted to put you near someone older who knows how the school works and one dorm away with a living room, bathroom and kitchen to share is perfect quarters. I bet your names are close to each other in the alphabet too."
"Almasy and Brookhaven….. Shit," Hayner said, Seifer's name dripping off his tongue like poison.
"You could be in the same room. Be thankful that you at least have me for a roommate. I'm pretty quiet, I don't eat much and I spend most of my time reading so you know I'll respect your space. I just hope that you'll do the same."
"It's a deal. Seifer, you stay the hell AWAY from our dorm!" Hayner commanded pointing rudely at the older boy.
"I wouldn't dream of infiltrating your smelly soccer nest! Try to stay out of my way! Just because I have to live near you doesn't mean I want to associate with you," Seifer shouted a vain popping out of his head. The nerve of that guy! Barking orders at him like a puppy bearing his teeth! He picked up his massive bag full of everything he'd need this semester and trudged over to his door, unlocking it and disappearing.
"Great. As long as I'm awake again I'll take a shower," Hayner said forcing his aching body towards his own room, "My fucking luck!"
"Just PLEASE remember to put your things away as soon as possible!" Zexion called watching the blond limp away.
"Yeah yeah," Hayner said waving a hand in the air.
Hi! So that's my first chapter! Oh! And I forgot to mention earlier that this fic has a sister fic! It's a lot less about Hayner, Seifer and soccer and a lot more about Zexion, Demyx and mental issues! It takes place at the exact same time, of course. SO! If you like what you see so far try following the story within the story and read Unacceptable! Coming soon to a web page near you! I'll have the first chapter of that up as soon as I get over my "new story syndrome" and write a little more for this one!
Sarah's Soccer Encyclopedia:
(I'm not undermining anyone here, I've just been playing the game for so long that I don't know what about soccer is common knowledge! For the love of god if nothing above confused you then don't read this!)
*starter or starting positions- It's a big deal in soccer to be one of the eleven people lucky enough to start out each game on the field.
*outside D- the outside defense. Generally there are three defenders, left, right and center. This term, of course refers to the left or right.
*center fullback- center defense. They have to command the entirety of the defense in order to have a healthy functioning team. This position is generally saved for the more skilled players on the team because it's the last line of defense before the goal keeper.
*striker- the furthest most forward attacking position. Most teams have two of these. This position is where the majority of a team's goals are expected to come from.
*goal keeper- y-you shouldn't actually need me to explain this one but here I go. It's the only player permitted to use hands in the game but on within a box eighteen yards wide. This is my position! Yay! Their job as the last line of defense is to do whatever possible to stop the ball from making it into the goal.
*wing- the wings, or outside midfielders control the entirety of the side lines and space near it. Depending on the opposing team this position could quite possibly involve the most running of any position. Usually they'll have a lot more kicking power too, that way they can switch it between each side of the field.
*center midfielder- technically this role is used to one of two players that control the direct middle (no emphasis on either offense or defense). I'm considering making Zack the halfback, however, which is still a midfield position just in front of Riku that emphasizes defense over offense.
*captain- that thing I should have been. CURSE YOU SMOKER LUNGS!
