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Summary: Matthew William is the captain of his hockey team but is hiding that fact from his family since they claim that the sport is too dangerous, ignoring the fact that their other son is the quarterback of the football team. Matt, with the help of his team mates, attempts to hide his bruises and black eyes while avoiding concussions so that he can stay on the team and lead them to victory. Go Kelowna Polar Bears!

A/N: I promised a prologue since I'm revising the rest of the story so here it is. If there is another update and it's chapter 8, it'll be a safe bet that I got tired of revising and might've just said screw it it's okay enough. It's not filled with insanity or hilarity like the other chapters but I think this story has to be serious in some parts :]. So enjoy xox

Deke the Parents: The Prologue

deke(dk) (pronounces as deek)

tr.v. deked, dek·ing, dekes

To deceive (an opponent) in ice hockey by a fake: deked the goalie with a move from left to right.

n.

A fake, intended to deceive a member of an opposing team.

They all watched the words being written on the dry erase board, the black marker squeaking. Some rolled their eyes at the term that they knew since they were eight years old. Others scrunched their eyebrows in confusion, not understanding where the coach was going with this. Others waited patiently. Matthew stared hard at the words, the meaning of them affecting him more than the others.

Deking. It's basically what he's been doing to his parents and Alfred for the past seven years.

He loved hockey. He lived for it. He would feel empty without it in his life.. It was his life.

When his parents took him out at age nine, he was crushed. He was outraged, sad and then numb. His whole world was taken away from him just because body contact was introduced into the sport. They were scared that he would get a head injury or a concussion. His papa was afraid that he would also get his teeth knocked out. He tried telling them that's why he had equipment on. His helmet and mouth guard would protect him.

Alfred had the same issue with football but his parents allowed the noisy boy to continue with it so that they could shut him the hell up. Alfred had followed them around whining and crying until they folded.

Matthew had tried the same tactic but he was so soft-spoken that it didn't have the same effect.

That was when Mathias and Gilbert had came up with the plan: Play behind their backs.

And that was exactly what he did.

Hockey was a part of him that he didn't want to give up. It was in his blood. It is who he is.

When Alfred was little, he would always change what he wanted to be when he grew up. If he saw the garbage man tossing out their trash in the morning than that day he wanted to be just like him. If he saw a cartoon character in space, than he wanted to be an astronaut. A policeman, a fireman, a rockstar. Always changing his dreams and never knowing definitely what he wanted to be.

Not Matthew though. As soon as he saw his first hockey game on the TV, he just knew .With every fiber of his body he promised he would thrive and make that dream possible. His ambition was unwavering. He always knew what he wanted to be.

A hockey player.

The whole team that survived Hockey camp during the summer (which Matthew said he was going to stay with his grandparents. Thank god that they were senile) and the try-outs were in that room. They were currently situated in the huge dressing room that was fancier than the one they all were accustomed to. It still had the white huge bricks as the walls and the rubber flooring but it had the Polar Bear logo on the floor (do not step on it) and banners hanging up. There was even an office in there. Each person had their own cubicle with their names on it. The coach and assistant were giving them the first speech of the season in this room.

The Italian looked out of character as he turned away from the board to face his team, a serious expression that looked out of place on the normally go-lucky guy. His accent almost disappearing completely when he spoke; he was that serious.

"For the past eight years, the Kelowna's Polar Bears have been in the lower ranks, placing bottom a few years. This is our year to take the championship." He tapped the board with the capped marker to emphasize his point. Suddenly the message on the board became clearer: The underdogs are going to fuck things up beyond recognition and take the gold from under their noses. "This is our year!" the Italian started yelling at them, he was met with a chorus of 'Fuck yeahs' and Mathias letting out 'Wooo!'.

He waited for the boys to settle down before continuing with his little speech "Some weak pathetic pussy coined the phrase 'Winning isn't everything' Well for most people in most situation he was right. But we're not most people and this is definitely not most situation." He had the boy's rapt attention.

During the heart-felt speech that left you feeling like you can take on the fucking world and make it your bitch, Gilbert was doodling on the side of his copy of the playbook that they were suppose to memorize frontwards and backwards. Matthew had to squint to make out the crude drawing.

It looked like a threesome, two dudes at each end of a bent over girl. The two guys were in the midst of high-fiving. Gilbert, noticing Mattie admiring his handy work, decided to write down the position: Eiffel Towering. He sent the boy a discrete wink.

The drawing kinda looked like Gilbert, Roderich and Elizabeta but Mattie didn't dare say anything to the oblivious drawer. The albino would just deny it and refuse to talk to him for the day.

"Gilbert, vat are you doing?" The assistant coach, the albino's father, suddenly snapped when he noticed his son not paying attention.

"I'm just studying the playbook," His father just narrowed his eyes in suspicion before turning away.

"You guys are men now. Before you were the little boys buying jerseys with your favourite hockey player's number on it. Now little kids are going to buy those jerseys and they are going to have your names on it."

The team was getting excited now. It showed by the jitteriness that some were having. Mathias was biting his bottom lip in eagerness. This is what they trained for for most of their lives.

"Do you know why I think this team is definitely going to make it to the Junior League finals and take first place? Unlike the other teams that are playing," some of the boys shook their heads.

"You guys have been playing with each other-" The assistant coach narrowed his eyes and dared any of them to snicker at the innuendo "ever since you were five years old. You know each other's weaknesses and strength. The lot of you are basically brothers."

A screen was pulled down and the lights dimmed. The spacebar was pressed on a laptop. The first image of a slide show came into view: A group picture of all of them when they were five years old and playing the first year of hockey. It was when they were Timbits, a program organized by Tim Hortons for young hockey players.

"D'aww. I was so cute when I was little," the small albino in the picture was smiling ear to ear as he clung to the little Canadian beside him in the picture. Cheeks pressed up against each other as they laughed in childish delight. Even back then they were best friends. Older Gilbert grabbed the teen Matthew and put him in a headlock, giving him an affectionate noogie.

"I still am!" All of the others in the room turned towards the albino and simultaneously all muttered 'No you're not," laughing when the boy just waved his hand in a dismissive fashion.

"You used to call me big brother when we were that little," Lukas turned to his brother who had the cubicle right beside him. In the picture the small Icelandic boy was holding his hand. "You should start calling me that again" he poked Erik's cheek (which was getting hotter by the second).

"No. Shut up," Erik shook his head furiously, the blush lighting up on his cheek in embarrassment. He was practically glowing. He smacked the finger away from his face after the fifth poke. Boy was his brother persistent.

Mathias slung his arm over Lukas' shoulder from the other side of him, laughing just like the little Mathias in the picture was doing to an annoyed Lukas. The older Lukas didn't look impressed either with the obnoxious boy.

Tino and Berwald were right beside them. The poor little Finnish boy looked absolutely terrified of the Swede standing next to him. Little Berwald was doing his scary face that looked annoyed as he stared at Little Mathias.

"Aw we used to be so cute!" Tino gushed as he stared adoringly at the group photo of the little rascals. Berwald mumbled his agreement but he was mostly agreeing on that the tiny Finnish boy was the cute one.

A tinier Raivis was on the shoulder of the Russian toodler in the picture. He was clutching Ivan's head, afraid of falling. The Raivis nowadays was now more afraid of the big guy than hitting his head on the ice.

Felik was striking a pose, one arm up in the air and the other on his hip. He was even fabulous at such a small age. Vash was standing right beside him with the same grouchy expression he had on today.

Even the girls (Elizabeta, Lili, Belle, Kat and Natalia) were on the team, all huddled together with arms slung over shoulders. After a few years they split off to join the Girl's league so that they could FUBAR (fuck things up beyond recognition) and show people that girl's could be badasses too.

With another click to keyboard the picture was gone.

"Other teams have only started playing with each other. You guys have been with each other for twelve years," the Italian continued on, making the team stop their comments about how adorable they were.

"The rules and plays are in the books I handed out at the beginning. It holds all the information you need to know to be on this team. Any question just knock on my office door or give me a call. My number and 's is in there with our e-mails. Do not send him," he pointed his thumb at the blonde German man "any funny pictures of cats eating cheeseburgers or anything along that line. Me on the other hand enjoys it very much" he chuckled.

"I only have one more important thing to say to you boys before we start handing out the jerseys." The assistant went off to go drag in the box.

"It's about the things you boys will no doubt get into this year. I know I know. Boys will be boys. I'm not going to tell you no alcohol, drugs or sex or anything like that." All the guys in the room raised an eyebrow at the surprising statement. "All I'm going to say is this: Do. Not. Let. The. Media. Find. Out." He gave all of them a hard stare to tell him that he meant business. "If I read a newspaper and see that one of my boys been caught under the influence or anything like that than I'm going to have to kick him off the team to save face for the Polar Bears and I do not want to do that since I really feel like I need every single one of you for us to make it to number one."

"Play time is over, boys. This is the real deal!" All of them grew antsy. This wasn't going to be like all the other years they played. There was going to be camera's, interviews, and magazine articles on them. Hell they might even get their own playing card if they made it to play offs. People would know their names and some might even want signatures if they make it far enough to be recognized. It thrilled and scared the crap out of Matthew, someone who wasn't used to the limelight. Sure it wasn't the NHL (National Hockey League) but it was still pretty popular and semi-professional.

"Who are you?" The Canadian opened his mouth to say 'Matthew' as an automatic response but shut it after realizing for the first time the question wasn't aimed at him.

"Lars," The Dutchman didn't see anything wrong with him being there despite him not even playing the sport. He was actually on the soccer team, one of the rivals sport team along with football.

"What are you doing here? You're not on the hockey team."

"I'm Mattie's ride," he didn't want to wait outside all by himself. It was a big hockey stadium and it spooked him out to be all alone in such a big space (he was what you called a paranoid stoner)

"Uh okay then... You can be the new water boy," before the stoner could say anything else the coach moved on. They needed a water boy so he didn't give the boy a chance to protest. At least it was better than being the mascot. The suit was really hot and stinky to wear.

"I don't know what to expect from this year's team since a lot of you fought over getting the number 69," the Italian laughed as the German rolled his eyes. He couldn't say anything since his son was one of the ones who was fighting the hardest to get it.

"It's because it's hilarious!" someone claimed.

"ve decided to pick Assistant captains and the captain as we observed you guys train over the summer at Hockey camp. Ve feel ve made the right decision so no bitching, Ja?" the German opened up the cardboard box full of jerseys.

"Ivan Braginski," A orange jersey was thrown in the big guys direction. It had the number '43' on the shoulder and an 'A' on the chest. He was going to be one of the two assistant captains that will help lead the team. He caught it and slipped it on over his chest protector. It only seem fitting that the enforcer of the team was going to wear one of the 'A's.

"Gilbert Beilschmidt," another orange jersey was tossed to the boy, this one with '56' adorning it. The 'A' was also stitched to the chest. He was the second assistant captain.

"And the captain of this team is someone ve think is capable of taking the team to victory," everyone's interest piqued even though they had a vague idea who it was going to be.

"Matthew Willams," the Canadian was so surprised that he stared wide eyed, frozen. The jersey hit him in the face and draped over his head in his stupor. After receiving congratulatory punches to the shoulder from both sides of him (Gilbert and Mathias) did he recover from his shock. He pulled the jersey off his head and stared in amazement at the letter 'C' stitched on the chest. He was number '49' and since 'Kirkland-Bonnefoy' was too long to be on the back, he had opted for his middle name. It would also help him keep his identity as a hockey player from his family.

He slipped it over his equipment, hoping that it wasn't too small or too baggy on him.

It was a perfect fit.

The rest of the jerseys were handed out to the others. Soon everyone was dressed and waiting for the coach to give his final words in.

"You go out there and give it your all. Blood sweat and tears," the Italian's speech finally came to an end. He said what he had to say.

The team all stood up as one. They all walked to the center of the room where the Polar Bear logo was proudly on the floor. They were careful of not stepping on it with their skates.

"Hands in," Matthew spoke, voice louder and harder than his normal tone. Everyone's bulky gloves all came into the center of their circle, overlapping each other. Some of the players had to reach over from behind the players in front.

"On three. One Two Three." All their hands going up and down during the countdown.

"POLAR BEARS!" They all shouted, raising their hands above their heads and vigorously cheering and bonking helmets or patting shoulders. Gilbert gave Mattie another noogie as the team filed out of the room to start their very first practice as the Kelowna Polar Bears.

The two coaches watched them stumble out into the rink.

"How do you think we'll do this year?" mumbled, still staring straight ahead.

"We'll definitely make it to the finals this year with a team like this. It'll be an interesting year with this bunch, that'sa for sure," the brunette gave a smirk.

Shit was going to get fucked up that year. The hockey league isn't going to know what hit it.

The End of the Prologue :]

A/N: I decided to make a prologue since I felt the first chapter didn't really leave much of an impact. If the next chapter (1) repeats anything said in this chapter than I'm sorry and I'll fix it. I'm still thinking of revising but I just can't get into the mood at the moment. I hope you enjoy ^^ I was only going to make this a small chapter since it's a prologue but then I got to writing and this came out.

Please read (obviously you've already read it since you're reading this haha) and review. I know it's silly but reviews encourage me. They let me know that people are actually reading my stories and want to follow it :] I know that you could just do alert or favourites but I like hearing opinions and helpful tips on my mistakes. It's feedback that'll help me develop as a writer. Plus I'll update faster :D and yes that was a bribe.