MORNING OFF
I hate taking the mornings off. Yesterday was Sunday, and we had a – literally – one-day tournament, leaving Musashinomori at 6am to return past midnight. Our last game – the final, of course – was against Meisei, and because of that we refused to take off our newest golden medals until we went to shower.
During our journey back to school, many of us were tired to the point of sleeping in the bus. I wasn't, of course, but Kirihara-kantoku understood that as a signal of tiredness and decided that the following morning would have no practice or whatsoever. We were forbidden to do anything football related, actually. Apart from me, only Shibusawa-senpai, Mamushi and Mikami were still awake. I still had energy to play some more five matches against Narumi and his team of egocentric brats, and if it wasn't for our dear captain – who seemed to be awake just to watch over me – I'm sure many other teammates would still be awake, not by their free will, though. Well, about the other two, Mamushi was never one to follow the general rules of behavior anyway, and I bet Mikami was trying to look cool by not giving up to tiredness.
So, basically, there was only one thing we could do on Monday morning: play poker. And there were we, the 22 main players of the team, gathering in the same room – witch happened to be the club room, as our dorms were quite small for this amount of people – betting pieces of Easter eggs. We were not allowed to use money, and strip poker was out of question (anyone who has seen Mamushi changing would understand why), so our precious chocolates were all we had to bet.
I'm not good at poker. Right now, I have only a tiny peace of what once was my biggest egg left.
And that's why I hate taking the morning off.
Fujishiro Seiji.
Hum... Hi! That's my first fanfiction in Whistle! and my second attempt to write something in English, so, feel free to correct any gramar or spelling mistakes, I still dream of someday be able to write decent stuff. Reviews are very wellcome (duh u.ú) and I hope you enjoyed that pointless thing that came up in my mind during last Easter. Well, that was the shortest thing I've ever written...
James Hiwatari