Disclaimer: Ok! First off, I wrote this story a bit ago, still had yet to upload it here... wrote it mostly for a friend of mine. I do not own Ojamajo Doremi, or it's respective characters. I hope this story can be enjoyed.
Well, another thing I kinda have to apoligize about... is, that, well, it's not that great.
It was a bright sunny day, and the school soccer game had just finished. A young man named Kotake whiped the sweat off of his forehead with a towel that was previously over his shoulders. His soccer uniform had been covered in mud, but that was no problem to him. Why? Because he won this game... actually, his team won to be more precise, he just took a particular pride in one of the shots he made, which Igurashi commented on, "That was good work you did, we could not have done it without you" he said. Before Kotake made that shot, the only shot he made in the game, the score was twelve against twelve.
After changing out of his soccer uniform, and into his regular clothes, he walked out on his own. On his way home, he spotted three kids he at first did not recognize... until he realized that one of them was on the enemy soccer team. They were approaching him, one had a very angered face. His long black hair streaming directly down and curling before getting into his eyes. His eyes were a dark blue, and were extremely angry.
Without a moments notice, he grabbed Kotake by the shirt, "You're dead!" he screamed as he punched Kotake right in the face. This gave Kotake a black eye. He fell back but he caught himself. "What was that for?" he screamed, angry from the pain he felt. The other two, who Kotake could not see very clearly, each grabbed an arm of his to hold him back.
After careful thought, Kotake realized he did do something to him... that goal he made... he took the ball right out from under this guy right before he could shoot a winning goal... whoever he was, he believed that Kotake stole that game from him. He was going to make Kotake suffer for it. Kotake had nobody to help him... he had friends but he was seperated from them at the time. After an uncounted number of punches to his stomach, his eyes were closed, and he was dragged... and thrown into a pile of garbage sacks. "You're a little big to be fitting in the toilet" the boy said, looking down at him, laughing along with his friends at his own joke.
Kotake was now down in the dumps... literally and figuratively... rain started to come down on him after a while. He slowly picked himself up, and started walking... holding his drenched soccer uniform in one arm, he looked down at his feet. Everything about him was down... his head.. even his pointed hair. Then... before he knew it... almost as if it was magic... he was in front of the Maho-dou. He stared upon it, until he saw the door fly open, and a familiar two red hair buns flew straight out. He turned away as quick as he could.
This was Doremi... his friend... she ran towards him, "Kotake!" she said out loud, calling out to him as she ran up the steps to get to him. She came to a dead stop directly behind him, "You're soaked... you're hurt..." she said. The rain was pushing against them... it was raining sideways. "I don't need you!" Kotake shouted, as she tried to reach his arm. He pushed her away rather hard... she fell down. When she looked up at him, a particular drop of water running down his face caught her attention... it was no raindrop, it was a lonesome tear. It came from his left eye... the one which was blackened.
He ran away... he needed her a lot more than he could ever admit.
Chapter 2 will be released soon
