One More Time
Disclaimer: I do not own Galactik Football and I make no money from this fanfiction.
Short fic based on episode 4 of season 3, might be slightly out of character but hopefully not as OOC as soppyinlove!Sinedd in this season.
Artegor slumped to the floor of his room, sighing. That session in the holo-trainer had brought back memories, not that the memories had ever really left him but there was a difference between what remembering what had happened and remembering how you had felt. It had felt so good to be back on the pitch, playing like he used to, with Aarch.
It had been so phenomenal, their teamwork was just there, as if waiting under the surface to be reawakened. Artegor loved being a Coach but nothing could compare the feeling that playing gave him.
He thought of his youth, properly, for the first time in a long time. He still couldn't help but cringe at some of the memories of how he had acted- following Aarch, acting so love-stricken and naturally the awful break-up and the resentment that he had held for Aarch for years.
Artegor had told himself that it would different now; they'd work together and be friends. It wasn't enough though, it was never enough. He was acting the part of being Aarch's support but inside he was crumbling. It was just Aarch. He couldn't even say why, there was no explanation for it really.
He'd never loved anyone else in his whole life, never even looked at anyone else. It had driven him to complete dependence on the Smog and it had saved him, brought him back from that, changed him.
A knock on the door.
"Aarch!" he said, sounding more surprised than he had intended. Old habits died hard it seemed.
"Artegor," Aarch said, calmly walking into the room, easily, without needing to ask whether he could come in. It was that old familiarity; they had shared a room for years back in the day, the golden age when it was their dreams that mattered most.
"What brings you here?" Artegor tried not to let his old hostility slip into his voice, he was feeling defensive but he didn't want that to show.
"I've been thinking about the past."
"Me too, Aarch, me too," he admitted, sighing heavily. It seemed to be the universal disease of the old that an inordinate amount of time was used scrutinising the past; reminiscing about the glory days.
Aarch advanced further into Artegor's personal space, slowly, stealthily.
"Let's see how much you remember," Aarch said, leaning in for a sudden kiss. On Aarch's part the kiss was entirely confident and natural, if there was one thing Aarch could be absolutely sure of it was Artegor's regard for him. He had lost a lot of his legendary sureness recently; it felt good to come back to the familiar.
Artegor responded more hesitantly, more nervously. Muscle memory began to kick in and slowly it got easier. He just always felt that he had more to lose than Aarch.
The kiss ended and there was a pause before the next one, Artegor could see the desperate longing for the 'good old days' back when. He couldn't refuse Aarch, he'd give Aarch what he needed, even if it was a strange nostalgic one night stand.
He stepped forward, unreservedly, easily slipping into how he had been when they had played together on the Shadows; aggressive- primal and furious. It certainly didn't feel bad but he knew that this would be an ending rather than a beginning.
He lunged forward and kissed Aarch; for old time's sake.
That's it for this fic! My fics have all been short ones recently; I'll probably start writing longer ones again after Season 3. Please review; I love all your comments!