I haven't uploaded the other chapters in what feels like forever! I'm so sorryyyyyyyyyy!
"Great. I was represented for Japan for the Football Frontier International. By Coach Endou. And what happens? I pass out." Tenma chastised himself.
Tenma had found himself in the indoor soccer field. Alone, however, which was really weird. But he wasn't COMPLETELY alone. In front of him was the gummy bear, with the color more translucent since it came from his mouth. He suddenly let out a cough and felt that the gummy bear was still there. And behind him was a basketball. He then felt that the gummy bear had escaped, but it felt even worse.
The PA system had screeched and made an announcement. "Paging Tenma Matsukaze, please proceed to Room 4444."
Room 4444? Tenma thought to himself, I never heard of such a room. He just went off to find Room 4444. When he finally found it, he saw that it was similar to a register office, but there was no one inside.
Out of the blue, a lanky man in his twenties got up from under a desk, surprising Tenma.
"YIPES!" Tenma screamed. "I'm so sorry! I didn't think to look down."
"No one ever does, nutcase." The secretary had dark maroon tousled hair that covered his eyes, pale skin, and a clean white button-down with elbow-length sleeves, though there's a part there that's not clean: his heart had a fountain pen embedded into it and there was some black liquid staining it. "And I'd like you to fill this up..." He hands Tenma some papers and gives Tenma a rather useless piece of advice, "...and remember to give me back my PEN."
As Tenma was going to fill up the papers, he read the papers. "Full name, date of birth, place of birth, sex... are these all needed for the FFI?" Then he saw this: C.O.D. Call of Duty? What does a game full of guns have to do with soccer?
Tenma left the space blank and handed them to the secretary. The secretary looked at Tenma like he was retarded (it was hard for Tenma to tell, the secretary's eyes were both covered) and said, "And lastly, I'd like you to confirm..." he reached out his arm to open a large filing cabinet, "...that this is YOU, and initial here."
He was stupefied. In front of him was himself. Or at least, his cold, graying, lifeless body. And on his body's chest were the basketball and the gummy bear, both wrapped in plastic. Hoping that this was just an illusion, he touched the body's chest and his. Nothing. No heartbeat, no movement, no nothing. That was when he understood what C.O.D. meant: Cause of Death.
A young blond with long professionally-curled hair approached Tenma and said with a French accent, "I'm so sorry, Mat'uhkaze Temma, but you're..."
"Oh God, no," Tenma whispered to himself, "Please don't say it. Please don't tell me that I'm-"
"Dead." The blond said, speaking with perfect English this time.
The word entered into Tenma's ears, swirled in his head, and stuck to his thoughts. He then screamed a scream so loud those who don't believe in ghosts can hear it.