Synopsis: why Luur wanted to win the last match of season 2 so badly. Short but rather violent. If you want me to increase the rating, tell me.

Disclaimer: the animated show "Galactik Football" doesn't belong to me. I'm not making any money with this fic so please, don't sue me.

Why I hate you

Luur's point of view.

I am the one who was supposed to win in the Sphere.

I am the best player on the stadium, it's obvious. I should have won that Netherball match but Rocket deprived me of my victory in front of everyone. He humiliated me publicly, treating me with so much scorn and contempt. For the following days, I was definitely unable to think of anything else. I wanted revenge. I wanted to make him pay.

So I trained again and again. I was so obsessed by the way he had treated me during those ten minutes. I just couldn't think of anything else, his cold eyes and how he was saying I was a loser and me losing the match in front of the best players… I wanted to humiliate him in turn, which was going to be justice.

On the field, I told my fellow players to step back and let me play alone, so the humiliation would be even more painful. I started playing against the whole team. I was winning, he was losing, he hated that and it felt good.

When Tia was about to score, I injured her deliberately. Breaking the ribs of that little shrimp felt so good because everyone knew Rocket was in love with her. This was probably the best way to destroy him. Now he hated me. So much. Probably as much as when he had made me lose in the Sphere. Perfect.

He was about to use the Breath to hit me but I prevented him to do so just in time. If he had been expelled from the field, I would have been unable to carry on the humiliation to the end. I wanted him to be there until the last moment, and to stare into his eyes just after I scored the last point and to tell him he was the loser… I wanted revenge, you see? He didn't have the right to beat me.

Now, years later, I'm still thinking of our last match. He shouldn't have done that to me. I swear I'll beat him, next time.

And he will suffer…

The end.