YOYOYOYO! Chappy four! I know it's been a while, cause it was mah b-day and I was in LA, Caliland, so cope with me, ok? This will be the first chappy where I have written down a soccer game, so yes I am a rookie. Nao enough chit chat! Taboo! Do the intro Cause I'm your homie now!

Taboo: KV doesn't own IE, only her oc's and plotline and any hisatsu that you don't recognize from the original series. And since were we homies?

KV: Since we met on Sunday at the book signing! Nao, lets begin!

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Chapter Four: Shame's Gate, Rococo remastered?

It was the day of the game. The game between Little Giant and Peru's team Blazin' Condor. Peru's team was one of the best in South America, so LG was a little worried about the turnout of the game. Rococo was the only one not worried about anything.

"Rococo-san! Get ready! We start in five!" Drago said as he was leaving the warm-up area.

"Okay! Just be patient,k? I'll be fine!"

"Whatever you say..."

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-Game Start

"BEEEEEEPPPPPPPP!" The whistle went off as Peru's forwards Sergio and Danilo went off. They started to go in the formation of what seemed to be a hisatsu tactic.

"Oh crap...guys! Pay attention!" Rococo said as he saw his team get in formation.

"This is our hisatsu tactic! Nazca Line!" Then, all the team mates got in a line. But as soon as the members of the opposing team rushed towards them, Peru's team bursted out in and array of lines, passing the ball in the air.

"This is bad! I can't get it!"

"He just got pass me!"

"Nooooooooooooooooo!"

"Guys! Keep trying! Don't give up!" Rococo yelled to his teammates. But then, he saw what was facing him. It was forward Sergio.

"Come and get it! Inca Break!" Sergio yelled as his foot glowed with green energy. The he jumped in the air with the ball, did a spin, and back kicked it.

"Try me! God Hand X! V7!" Rococo tried to block it with all his strength, but it wasn't enough. Even his powered up goalkeeper move wasn't enough.

"GOAL!" Yelled the referee.

"Oh...my...God..."

"Yeah! That was the dope! C'mon team! Let's win this one! We already have 1, let's make it 10!

(To lazy to write the rest of the game...)

"BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEP! End game! With a score of 10-3, Peru's team Blazin' Condor wins!"

"FUCK! WE LOST!"

"I TOLD YOU ROCOCO! WHERE WERE YOU AT PRACTICE!"

"YOU BASTARD! WHAT THE HELL?"

"HOW THE HELL DID THEY GET PASS YOU!"

"YOU SHITHEAD! I TOLD YOU TO GO TO PRACTICE!"

"WHAT THE FUCK ROCOCO!"

"SEE? NOW WE LOST! IT'S ALL OVER! WE'RE OUT! IT WAS ONE OF THE FINALS! NOW WE CAN'T GO ON! OUR JOURNEY ENDS HERE! WHY! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"EVERYONE SHUT UP! IT'S NOT MY FAULT!" Rococo yelled at his teammates.

"YES IT IS!"

"NO! NO!" Rococo then grabbed his stuff and ran away. Little did he know, that this whole match was planned. Everything that happened, was planned by a certain someone on the team.

+Back at the stadium+

"Did you complete your mission?"

"Yes..."

"Are you sure...Jusan?"

"Yes...He will be dead in no time...along with the tora"

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I'm sorry it was sooooooo short! I did part of it before I left to LA, and then when I came back, I forgot my original plotline! So bear with me, k?

Thanks 4 reading my retarded stories!

Peas and Love

KisaraV