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Chapter 1
Silently, the girl sneaks out through the rotting window of the attic, while wrapping herself in bandages for the first day of school.
Early morning practice for the Kyoshin Poseidons was not an unusual event, even though it was in the middle of a cold and frigid winter season.
Even teachers had only just started showing up, walking through the frozen school gates to their tiring jobs with a bunch of kids that really couldn't care less about what was being taught. But there were also those select few whose unexplainable energy seemed to make up for their classmates' lack thereof by screaming left and right, standing on chairs and desks, or jumping out windows (cough, cough, Mizumachi).
"Kyaaaaa! Kakei-san, look over here!"
"Go get em' Mizumachi-kun!" cheered two first-year girls from the side-lines, some of the many fan girls that intensely watched the football games, not for the sport, but for the guys playing the sport.
Mizumachi turned to them waving his arms in the air, "Thanks!" he cheerfully replied with a goofy smile that stretched from ear to ear.
"Mizumachi, stop fooling around and concentrate. We all still have a long way if we want to get to the Christmas Bowl." Kakei lectured without averting his eyes from practice.
"Awwww, come on Kakei," Mizumachi whined, "Loosen up a bit. You're stressing too much." he said while wrapping his arm loosely around Kakei's neck in an all-knowing-big-brother-like manner. "Oh, I got it! What about getting a girlfriend or something! I heard from some guys in my class that they're great stress relievers; maybe you should try it too." he added playfully, not knowing the full meaning behind what he had just said.
Kakei massaged the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."
But unintentional dirty jokes aside, the mentioning of the always serious Shun Kakei actually getting a girlfriend really would be something.
One of the players, Number 91, when practicing side-step throwing, tripped on his shoelace and accidentally whipped the ball towards one of the cheering first-years. In an attempt to gain the girl's attention and have her move away from the speeding ball, he shouted, "Watch out!" But by the time everyone realized that the ball was going to hit her, it was too late. Not even Mazumachi would be able to catch it.
The small girl squeezed her eyes shut, grinded her teeth, and waited for impact, but it never came. She popped open one eye and saw a dark figure towering over her. With one hand, they had the ball resting in their palm while the other hand was snug away in their pocket.
Sleepy eyes popped open, mouths dropped, practice came to a stumbling halt like time had stopped, so to put it in short, everyone was shocked, speechless you could say. For someone to come out of nowhere and easily catch the ball with one hand that would have given someone a concussion, is not of the norm, even with the devilish commander Hiruma, the speed demons Eyeshield 21 (Sena) and Panther, or godlike Argon.
The figure was a bit on the short side, possibly at 155cm, and wearing baggy cargo pants with a navy blue sweatshirt, the hood up. The hood covered their eyes but Kakei saw that at least the bottom half of their face were wrapped in bandages, as were their hands. There also seemed to be some sort of menacing aura radiating off of the stranger, like a dark shadow coming to consume them all.
"Hey," spoke the figure.
The team was surprised, not expecting the guy to actually talk to them.
"Hey," spoke the figure a bit more urgently, glaring down at the players on the field, mainly Number 91. "You should be more careful, there are others around here you know,"
Number 91, still in shock, kept his mouth shut and continued to stare.
The stranger gave another glare to all the surrounding people, but this time, it was mainly at Kakei who was standing in the middle of the field. Sparks of electricity could be seen between them as they held a staring, or more like glaring, contest with each other. But eventually, Kakei won the match as the stranger's gaze left his first. The figure whipped around to face the girl, "You okay?" he asked darkly.
The girl blood drained from her face. In fear that this unknown man might pull out a knife and stab her or something if she annoyed him even the slightest bit, she replied with a forceful nod and bow but didn't dare look into his eyes.
"Good. But next time, try to stand a little bit farther back, alright?" and with a small wave, the stranger turned started to walk away.
Everybody watched him in shock as he turned a corner and was out of sight. Five minutes later, he came striding by the field again and stopped next to the girl he had just saved. Why did he come back?
He looking at the ground and clutching his fists, he shouted "This is sort of embarrassing so I'm only going to say this once, listen up!" The players and onlookers leaned in to hear what he was going to say. Stretching out his arm with the football in his hand, he mumbled with his eyes still averted away "I… forgot to give the ball back to you… sorry! I really wanted to look cool since this is my first day here but I got so nervous that I accidentally took the ball with me when I was walking away. I was debating whether I should go back and return the ball to you or just keep walking away with it to save me the humiliation but I then realized that would be called stealing and I didn't want to be hated so I came back. Really, I'm sorry!" he finished with a low bow.
The tense atmosphere dissipated and everyone fell backwards anime style. What a strange turn of events.
"P-please don't laugh at me!" the figure shouted, overcome with embarrassment. With a flick of his wrist, the ball disappeared in the blink of an eye and he sprinted away, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake.
"It seems that he really thought through the different outcomes since it took him so long to come back." Chuckled one of the players.
"Wow, he's surprisingly honest. You don't see that every day." another player commented.
"Umm… guys? I think you might want to have a look at this…"
All heads turned to the source of the voice; it was Number 14, the captain of the team, Osamu Kobanzame. Their eyes followed the direction in which his finger was pointed, their eyes widened. Number 91 was flat on his back, while just barely holding onto the ball, the ball that the stranger threw only seconds ago, which was still rapidly spinning in his hands. Poor guy, foam was flowing out of his mouth and he just fainted right there on the field.
"How did he-" Kakei started.
"-do that?" Everyone seemed to finish for him.
"Hey, Kakei. That guy would make a good addition to the team, even though he's a bit on the short side," suggested Mizumachi, resting his arm on Kakei's shoulder.
"Yeah," Replied Kakei with a small smirk, a plan starting to form in his mind.
"How do you know it's a guy?" interrupted Ohira, one of Kakei's self-proclaimed #1 disciple.
After a few seconds everybody's sweat dropped when they realized he was serious about that question. Ohira, standing there, still confused was suddenly struck with a hard fist to the head.
"What do you think you idiot? There's no way a girl could do that! It's simply unheard of!" scolded Onishi, another one of Kakei's self-proclaimed #1 disciples. "Besides, if Kakei-sempai says it's a guy, it's a guy! Kakei-sempai is never wrong! I can't believe I share the same name as a moron like you!"
"Yeah, I guess your right… HEY, WHAT DID YOU SAY?" and so like any other day Hiroshi Ohira and Hiroshi Onishi got into another fight over something stupid.