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Chapter 1
The whistle announces the start of the half time.
The crowd screams, the players leave the court, the referee checks the points, the cheerleaders start their routines and the mascots, to fight. "Yeah, sweet high school" I think while eating a chocolate.
I´m Hikari Yagami, 17 years old. Everyone knows me for being Taichi Yagami´s (aks Tai, aka the best football player ever of this school) sister. I´m just the little protégée of The Titan, every boy´s idol, every girl´s crush. No one ever noticed the small girl that went to every one of his brother´s games, many others went too. The little one never got notice even if she was sick (this happened a lot during my childhood) and went just to support her brother.
-Hey Kari. - Yep, my name is Hikari but my friends call me Kari.- Look, Ken is there!- Tells me Yolei Inoue exited out of her mind.
Don´t misunderstand me, I love my brother. I really do and I don´t mind that people knowing we are related. He is still the one that knows how to make me smile, even when no one else noticed that I´m sad. He is my strength. The problem? I don´t know when someone approaches me for being me or just because I´m her sister.
-Don´t look now, but I think he is looking for you.- I answer rapidly.
Even though "The titan", that´s the nickname they gave to my brother when they noticed his talents, just graduated from high school he makes some sporadic visits to his Kingdome. Most of these appearances are because he is picking me up. Anyways, he passed the throne of his team to Daisuke Motomiya, who is a good boy and a great player, just not my brother.
-I told you not to look! - I reproach.
Since his graduation, I haven´t seen many football games despite Daisuke´s constant requests. They aren´t as thrilling as they were to me in the past. Sometimes, I go only to oblige the heir of my brother's goggles.
Today isn´t one of those times.
-I´m sorry, - she starts in a way that tells me that she is not sorry at all,- but when someone says "don´t look", normal people look.
I shake my head as in saying "no" and I smile due to her foolishness.
I´m watching a game, yes; but it´s not a football game. My friend Yolei is obsessed with one of the players and that´s why she drags me to every possible game she cans, which are more than I would like.
The whistle announces the end of the half time.
-It´s starting again!- squeals my friend crushing my arm´s bones.
-Go titans!- the cheer resounds.
Yeah, I know: my brother´s nickname is so original (sarcasm, please notice it). What they say it´s that he is just not "one" but "The" titan. Boys. Who understands them?
-Give me one of those. – Tells me Yolei, because I´m sure she wasn´t asking, before she takes one of my chocolates and stuffed it in her mouth.
-Hey!
-What? – She asks innocently with chocolate all over her mouth.
-Don´t do that again.- I warn.
-Or what?- She challenges with a hand dangerously close to my chocolate box.
-You wouldn´t.
-Do you really know me?
She takes a truffle.
-Oh, - I say putting down the box,- bad decision.
Then, I start tickling her.
I met her when my first day of high school. Apparently was her first to, even though she is a year older. She knew no one and for her I was "a girl that knew her way" or something like that. So she approached and started a conversation. She didn´t knew neither that Tai is my brother nor who he was, when she did, the high pitched screams that I´m used to didn´t come. She said "cool" and stumbled over the nice dark haired boy who helped her on her feet. Since that moment, Yolei Inoue was struck with Ken Ichijouji.
-Ok, ok, I give up. – She mumbles out of breath with her hands up in surrender.
-That´ll teach you not to mess with my chocolate.
-Ken has the ball!- She exclaims turning her attention back to the game.
I look, otherwise she´ll tear apart my poor little arm. Ken is dribbling the ball pass the other team´s players, but the 23 is approaching. The dark haired boy troughs the basketball, nonetheless, 23-guy makes the ball change its direction. Most of the crowd shouts "oh". Yolei disappointed falls back. However, I don´t lose hope.
-It´s not fair.
Something tells me this is not the end.
-Look. – I whisper.
From nowhere a blond guy appears and steals the basketball.
-I can´t believe it. – Says Yolei in awe forcing herself to stay in her seat.
- Three.- Stats chanting the public.
The blonde looks for someone free. All are marked. He prepares himself for their last chance.
-He´s in the middle of the court, there is no chance.- Someone comments.
-Two.
The basketball flies like a bullet.
-One.- I whisper for only me to listen.
The whistle announces the end of the game.
Some fans celebrate, others boo, the players leave the court, the referee checks the points, some cheerleaders jump, the others throw angrily their pompoms and the mascots, to fight.
-What a rollercoaster of emotions.
-Yeah.
-You´ll come to the party?
I turn to see her with many questions in my eyes. For example: how did she know we would win?
- Izumi said that she´ll throw a party. –Then she adds, making air quotes: - "It´s not about the result, but the effort."
-I can´t believe we lost.- A cheerleader complains.
-We were so close.- Continues the other.
-We have classes tomorrow.
-I know that you wanna.
-Actually- I start but something catches my eye and makes me stop.
-What?
- My dearest Yoeli,- I whisper passing an arm around her shoulders.- How about congratulating you man?
-Where!?- She asks moving backwards and stumbling with the same guy she was looking for.
She falls down and he offers her his hand. She blushes and accepts.
-Why this has to be our hello?
She giggles nervously.
-What has to be your hello?
The three of us look at the new comer, the blonde with blue eyes.
-Congrats. – I say simply.
Startled, he puts his hand behind his head. Sometimes I get out of character.
-Well…I think I leave you in good company.- I start seeing my chance to leave. – So, congrats and bye!
I run away blocking out Yolei´s screams.
A/N: Thanks for reading :) This is the traduction of my fic "Máscaras". I will be posting a chapter the 7th of every month.
