Temptation
Thank you all for your lovely suggestions and comments, now I have something to extend the story! I'm sorry I was meant to update sooner but if you've read my profile, then you know what happened. If not; I lost my memory stick and lost all my stories, including this chapter T_T
So I've written this and I hope you guys like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Galactik Football or anything associated with it.
Warning: If you have problems with slash, please do not read or review this story.
"Aarch…"
The coach of the Snow Kids found himself in some sort of room. Black shadows that curled around the floor started to rise.
"Aarch…"
Rocket appeared from out of nowhere, black shadows covering him all over. On closer inspection, Aarch could see that his nephew was crying.
"Aarch, you have to help me…"
"It's okay, I'm here." Aarch smiled gently, holding out his hand.
Rocket reached out but was grabbed from behind by the hair.
"Let me go! Aarch!" Rocket screamed.
"I'm coming!" Aarch hurtled forward, only to grab a handful of shadow.
...
Aarch bolted up in bed, panting slightly. He sighed heavily. Rocket had been away with the Shadows for more than ten weeks.
As much as Aarch tried not to show it in front of the Snow Kids, he missed Rocket terribly. He missed the way Rocket would pop into his office to discuss tactics or just to talk. Looking at his bedside table, he picked up picture of him and Rocket, dressed in smart black suits standing outside a registry office. Aarch sighed again and got out of bed intending going to his computer.
He called the number for Artegor and soon enough, the said man's picture came on the screen.
"You've got the time differences down to pat. What's the matter?"
"How's Rocket?"
"Same as he was when you called yesterday." Artegor said, rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses. "I'm capable of looking after him."
"I'm worried, I'm sure you of all people would understand."
Artegor paused. He didn't truly understand. He never had someone to care about except Aarch. But he wasn't about to admit it. "I was thinking about some therapy." he said, completely changing the subject.
"For yourself?" Aarch asked in curiosity.
Artegor's eyes widened. "No! Of course not! It's for Rocket and Sinedd."
"Why the hell does Rocket need therapy?" Aarch snapped. He didn't bother to mention Sinedd. In his opinion, the striker could do with a healthy dose of it.
"The Smog is poisoning him. Have you seen him on the field?"
Aarch sighed. The Shadows had played in two 'friendly' matches, one with the Rykers and the other with the Cyclops. Rocket was definitely becoming more aggressive. Aarch had a fit of déjà vu, when Rocket was playing against the Cyclops and he started to cough uncontrollably.
"Yes I have." Aarch didn't want to say anymore.
"Well, I've arranged an appointment for later on today." Artegor said, tapping his fingers together. "The specialist is very good."
"Rocket won't go. He's stubborn."
"I wonder where he gets it from." Artegor said sarcastically. "We have another friendly match with the Lightings next week, just so you know."
Aarch's eyebrows went up. "Why are you playing so many matches?"
"Just to get a headstart for the next tournament."
"Ah hah. I'll call you later. Night."
"Morning." Artegor said in return, smiling slightly.
Aarch signed off and climbed back in his bed, his mind still focused on that dream.
Rocket stretched after the training session, his face a picture of peace. Then he remembered what Artegor told him and his face twisted in annoyance.
"Come on." Rocket called over to Sinedd. Sinedd dragged himself of the beach and followed Rocket to Artegor's office.
Rocket knocked on the door three times, heard a faint 'come in' and opened the door.
"Nice to see you both." Artegor said. "Take a seat."
Rocket sat while Sinedd stood.
"I made appointments for you both to see Dr Rivers this afternoon."
Both of the boy's jaws dropped.
"What! You want us to see a shrink?!" Sinedd shouted. Rocket just stared.
"He's not a shrink." Artegor said tersely. "He is a therapist. You can just to talk to him about what ever is going on. It's all confidential. I won't pry."
Rocket chewed his bottom lip. "Did Unc… did Aarch put you up to this?"
Artegor paused, noticing how Rocket stumbled over the word 'Uncle'. "No. I've been considering it for a while."
Rocket merely shrugged his shoulders "Okay then I'll go."
A look of surprise flashed across Artegor's face, but he covered it in a second. He was expecting more of a challenge. "Good. What about you Sinedd?"
"No." Sinedd spat and stormed out of his office, whilst Rocket stared after him. Artegor sighed. He was expecting that
"Shall I try and talk him into it?" Rocket asked.
"Yes, please. He needs it. The appointment is at 4 o'clock."
Rocket nodded, taking his leave. He walked to his room where he saw Sinedd, staring at the wall.
"Anything on tonight?" Rocket chuckled.
"You're not making me go." Sinedd said, seeing straight through the joke.
Rocket smirked "I have my ways." he buried his head in Sinedd's neck, pressed his lips against Sinedd's jawbone.
Sinedd sat there, not responding.
"Why won't you go? It's just one session." Rocket said. Seeing that Sinedd wasn't budging, he changed tactics. "If you go, I have something for you afterwards."
"You always have something for me anyway."
Rocket got up and rolled his eyes. "You are so difficult. Besides, I'm not the one who needs it. You do."
Half an hour of silence lasted between the two and Rocket suddenly said "I'm bored."
"Take notes on the Lightnings or something."
"I've already done that. Isn't there anything we could do around here?"
Sinedd shrugged. Rocket sighed. In truth, there was nothing to do. Get up, training, rest, more training, eat and sleep. And sometimes, sex. It was getting boring.
"Let's go out."
"Where to?"
Rocket stared in disbelief. "You never want to do anything!" he hissed "Do you even want me here?"
Sinedd still stayed silent. He wouldn't tell Rocket how much he wanted him there. Never.
"You're unbelievable. I ask you a simple question and you can't even answer me!" Rocket was getting worked up. The Smog begged for release, but he didn't submit to it. Not yet. "I give up my team, my friends, my home, my life, all for you!"
Sinedd turned to Rocket and frowned. He didn't like this new Rocket. He didn't like the way Rocket would yell at him, tell him what to do, dismiss him, only to come back later when he wanted.
Rocket gave a twisted smile in return and whispered "I can leave right now. All it takes is a simple phonecall. I can act distressed, you know –"
"No." Sinedd blurted out.
"Geez, I didn't know you cared." said the midfielder sarcastically.
"I don't." Sinedd said coldly. He saw that Rocket flinched. Good. It was better that way. Sinedd was the one who was meant to be in control, not Rocket. No, Rocket was meant to be the shy one, the quiet one. The only time Rocket was ever meant to come out of his shell was on the pitch.
Rocket chewed his bottom lip and said "Sorry." He stared at the clock. It was only one in the afternoon. He grabbed his coat and mumbled "I'm going out."
Sinedd sighed, got up and said "Let's go then."
"… and I was like hell yeah!" Rocket finished.
Sinedd snickered and went over to the bar.
"Two shots."
The barman raised his eyebrows. For the past four hours, the boys gradually progressed from coke, to soft wine to spirits.
"No."
Sinedd's face twisted. "What do you mean 'no'? I pay good money for this!"
"You've had enough. I need to keep my licence."
Sinedd rolled his eyes "I'm nineteen, for goodness sake! And he's eighteen, he's over age!"
At hearing the discussion, Rocket turned towards the bar and raised his glass, gripping onto the table for support.
"Both of you are stinking drunk. How are you going to practice?"
"Sherr up!" Sinedd slurred. "It's none of your business!"
"It's mine."
Sinedd turned round, only to see his coach glowering at him.
"Uh oh." Rocket whispered, before laughing.
"How'd you get here?"
"Barman's a friend of mine." Artegor snapped "You've missed the appointment but I've re-arranged it for this evening. Come on." he said harshly, grabbing Sinedd's arm. Pretending not to notice the frown of disapproval on Sinedd's face, he yelled over to Rocket and said "Rocket, get up."
Rocket looked up, started to giggle and dragged himself up. Artegor sighed "Aarch used to laugh like that." he thought.
...
"Son of a bitch!" Sinedd hissed. "I don't see why I have to do this; I don't have to talk to a shrink –"
"Sinedd, shut up." Rocket wailed from under a pillow. He couldn't take the alcohol.
Several minutes later, Artegor stepped into the room. "Dr Rivers is here."
"But I'm not sober." Rocket said "Nothing I say will make sense."
Artegor pinched his nose. "This is going to be a long day."
Personally, I think this chapter is kinda rubbish, but I have something to work on! Please R&R
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