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I'm still alive... I guess I went M.I.A all over again. But I guess it was all that stress, homework,projects, coaching, studying, tests, and more tests and more coaching...

This chapter is filler . The real action starts in the next chapter.

I'm freaking out right now

5 AM LST

My room

Whoa.

Otonashi is currently hibernating on my now admittedly wet shoulder.

It's kinda hard to believe that Otonashi and Sakuma broke up- they were supposed to be like Inuyasha and Kagome or something.

Though I confess it is a little difficult to imagine Sakuma jumping around from tree to tree with doggy ears strapped to his head and giving Otonashi a piggy back ride while being stalked by his zombie ex girlfriend.

But one would think that I've got better things to think than InuYasha- it's kind of hard to believe once I was considered to be cool.

This is what is known as the Inazuma Japan Effect, I guess.

Look at poor Hiroto, for instance.

He used to be all right until one fine day he met a certain Endou Mamoru who promptly 'S**** Y*****'-d him on the spot which reduced him into a total weirdo who hangs around with pigeons, and smelling of pigeon poop, just like that homeless woman in Home Alone 2.

Unlike her, what Hiroto doesn't realize is that he happens to be a millionaire and used to have a sense of dignity.

Whatever.

The day everyone thinks I'm a backstabbing jerk etc

11 AM LST

Outside Coach Kudou's room

Brekfast is traditionally one of the most informal event in Inazuma Japan.

The sheer informality of this event has provided a certain Fudou Akio with amazing ammunition- but even Toramaru draws the line at Hello Kitty pyjamas.

So it was an extremely frightening sight to see Kidou stride into the hall with his hair in curlers and his face mask on. He looked like something out the Jedi Council scene from Star Wars: The attack of the Clones.

I was so surprised that I almost asked him where he had parked his landspeeder.

From what I know, I've heard that Kidou's collection of poka dotted curlers are the new hot thing- even Katy Perry has them.

So Kidou's fashion sense is, apparently, isn't as bad as I'd earlier given him credit for.

Sakuma, apparently, knew how his ex had drowning herself in vodka and just looked like he wanted to shrivel in a corner and just die.

Endou, on the other hand, was all 'Don't you guys want to play soccer?' before pulling me and Kidou (thankfully after he had de-face masked himself)in a group hug. To this Kidou replied, 'Obviously Endou... We will play-won't we, Gouenji?' in a voice that I knew I was going to pay if we "played".

The defenders, on the other hand, reports Toramaru, were really enjoying this, though Tachimukai always throws sympathetic looks at me (I happen to remember The Maoh the Hand and Otonashi Fiasco with perfect clearity).

All this while, Fubuki- yes, Fubuki- it turns out was totally adding fuel to the fire.

I caught him gossiping with Kazemaru in the kitchen after breakfast.

'Didn't you know Kazemaru,' Fubuki said, waving his hand dismissively, 'Our Gouenji had always been hot under the jersey for Otonashi.'

Excuse me?

Hot under my WHAT?

Exactly WHAT kind of things Fubuki is watching nowadays? Korean romcoms?

I guess Kazemaru noticed me standing there and he swooped on me with Very BIG Pears of Advice.

'Gouenji,' he said, looking worried, 'what are you doing?'

For a second, I thought Kazemaru was going to psychosomatize me or something before he went,

'If you're trying to get killed by Kidou's hands- don't! I've tried this already- it didn't work though.'.

Which, I guess, is Kazemaru's way of showing support.

Fubuki says that I should report this to Coach Kudou as a lot of fights are erupting anyway-take Someoka, for example.

It all started quite innocently.

Hiroto happens to treasure his Genesis uniform a lot (aliens-we-gotta-save-the-earth-sakka-yaroze-minna remember?) and so one fine day, he put it in the washing machine.

But, it turned, Someoka had accidently-on-purpose put a stray pink sock in.

Let's just say that grey and hot pink combination suit only Bratz and possibly space Barbie.

That was months ago.

Right now Someoka VS Hiroto is at new heights.

During breakfast, Someoka strode towards the Strikers' table.

'Hey guys, did you hear? I've been promoted- I'm in the starting eleven.' He said, though from his tone he could have been announcing his election as the Supreme Ruler of The Universe.

'So what?' Hiroto said.

'So, I'll be replacing you Meteor Boy.'

Me and Toramaru gasped.

You could almost see radioactive waves emanating from Hiroto's every orfice- he HATES being called the Meteor Boy.

'There is no permanent starting eleven,' he said, 'Didn't Darling Dora teach you not to count your chickens before they hatch?'

And next thing you know Someoka is trying toattack Meteo- I mean Hiroto.

Hiroto, in return, started beating Someoka senseless whose painful screams hit new decibel levels.

So that's why I'm outside Coach's room right now and they have asked me to wait outside and-

Oh. My. God.

WHAT IS HE SAYING?

WHAT IS COACH HIBIKI THINK HE IS SAYING!

He must think that I'm COMPLETELY DEAF- I think his voice can be heard even in the corridors and-

Oh god, Nonomi san came in, running. I think she's gonna collapse-

OK. She's collapsed.

But I'm not going to help her because if I do that Toramaru will kill me.

Wait. I think Hibiki san is gonna come out.

I think I should start running. If I don't, I think I'll die of a nose bleed.

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