Mimi would not forget what had happened the day before. Tears dripped from
her face destroying her lovely eye mascara she put on for West. Her heart,
was torn apart, when West told her that he wanted something more than just
well, her. She had run home, crying and thinking about all the
embarrassment he had put her through. After, learning that he broke up with
her, West went back to his ex-girl friend, and started making out with her
in front of all her friends. She was hurt badly; she had gone online the
day before to seek help from, maybe her closest friends. One of her
friends, had been fooling with her instant messenger chat line, and had
accidentally deleted most of the people on her list. Mimi had tried to
remember her friends' e-mail addresses so she could add them back on her
list. She remembered a few, but that was it. This explained Koushirou's
message block. Mimi had to face the fact, that life wouldn't be the same.
She felt terrible, and could barely sleep. It was like; she had died, and
was living in hell.
She got up, and felt like talking to somebody online. It was four o'clock am. She didn't care who was online; she just needed someone to talk to. Since her messenger was screwed up, she decided to see who was on chat. There were very few people online, so she decided talking to one of them. None of them responded back. She took an outburst and cursed the people online. She shut her computer immediately right after. She knelt down to the floor, weeping, as she could hold no more expression of grief that had been bottled up inside her.
Koushirou powered up his computer. It was about eight o'clock am, a Saturday. He had eaten a very mild breakfast, and decided to think of a way to impress Gina. He decided to express his love for her, by writing an e- mail to her. He started to write a rough copy on a piece of paper.
"Hmmm. How should it go? Let me think. Dear Gina, I know that you are new and all, but I really love you. Is that good? Nah." He erased the word love, and replaced it by like. "Even math terms could be less complicated as Love," he mumbled under his breath. "I should make it more easier for me. Let the computer do the work," Koushirou searched for romantic e-cards that would express his love, at the same time, please her. It took a while but he kept wondering what Gina's reaction would be. Awww. He's so sweet! Thoughts like that roamed through his head, of Gina admiring him and him holding her in his arms. All of a sudden, the picture of Gina is his arms were switched.
"Oh, Mimi, I'll do everything and anything for you." He pictured Mimi in his arms instead of Gina. "What the hell?!? I love Gina, not Mimi! That's totally right. Anyways if I did love Mimi, I'd stand a byte chance to a gigabyte like her." Koushirou slapped his head, "There you go again, Izumi! Stop thinking about Mimi! You love Gina, not her." paused to breath for air "All this work is only killing you and messing with your head Izumi, that's all".
Koushirou took a break. By that time it was ten o'clock. Koushirou had received a call from his cell phone. It was Yamato, and Taichi. They wanted him to come play over at the soccer field. Koushirou was a bit unsure. He was never invited to play a certain sport with his friends, not to mention that it looked kind of awkward seeing him play. Most of the athletic people in his school were all tall and muscular. Koushirou, without a doubt, was the total opposite. He was kind of short for his age and was immensely thin.
"Uh, I'm not sure you guys, I've never done this kind of stuff." Koushirou said doubting his ability to actually play.
"Come on, Izzy! You gotta play! It's soccer for goodness sake!" Taichi complained
"Ok, fine.I'll come, but only if I get to play a position that has nothing to do with running" trying to out do them by making them believe that all soccer players ran during the most game.
"Fine. You can be goalie" Yamato laughing at his own comment. Koushirou groaned.
"Ok, I'll come", he quickly said. Koushirou's parents acknowledged and soon Koushirou found himself in the midst of a soccer game. Yamato brought Koushirou a colored uniform, and gloves.
"Taichi said you could keep them," Yamato said. Koushirou received the equipment, willingly.
"Anyway, Matt, How'd Tai get you to play? You never played soccer before. Why now?" Koushirou, asked
"One word. It's called Work out. You should try it sometime." Yamato answered. Koushirou just groaned. He watched the people on the benches cheering the teams on. The game started. Both teams had uniforms. What the? Thought Koushirou, no way. Tai would never do that to me. Would he? Koushirou saw an official referee starting to walk to the center of the field. The worst had just happened. Taichi and Yamato had signed Koushirou up for soccer!
Taichi called heads as the coin flipped up in the air. Of course he was right. He was always right when it came to soccer. Taichi started moving the ball up. He passed three mid-fielders easily, but a gigantic defensemen blasted the ball back down. A tall forward juggled the ball with his head and passed through Taichi's defensemen. It was all up to Koushirou. The tall forward juggled it once more, and went for a scissor kick. Koushirou's instinct told him to dive, and so he did. The ball hurled, and what seemed to be a goal, had just been shoved out of the way, by Koushirou's amazing dive. Everyone stood in awe, as the ball rolled down the field. Taichi and Yamato could barely walk towards the ball. There stood Koushirou sweating as if he were running miles. Koushirou was stunned. He had saved the ball! He looked at the crowd of people watching. They were cheering their heads off! Most of the people were from his school, and decided to watch the game since Taichi was playing, but now their main focus was on Koushirou, the goal robber. The game went on eventually, as Taichi scored six goals, and Yamato scoring one. The score read in the final, 7-0. Koushirou's instincts were always right on. He had stopped, robbed, caught, dived every shot, and had miraculously saved all of them. By the last minute of the game, people he didn't even know were cheering him on.
"Prodigious." he said to himself. A man in the crowd, wearing a suit, as if he were a businessman, called the referee after the game.
"What are the names of the forward, and the goalie of the Obaida Storms?" The man in black asked.
The referee looked on his list. "Kamiya Taichi, and Izumi Koushirou". The man in the black suit thanked him. He soon walked on his own way. The teams wished each other good luck in the future. Taichi and Yamato ran up to Koushirou beating him on the arm, and head locking him playfully.
"Well, I see our plan worked Matt, we got Izzy to play!" Taichi said.
"Not to mention signing me up" Koushirou groaned.
"Don't worry about it. If we never signed you up, we'd never be able to know about your talent, not forgetting your amazing ability, of playing as a goalie! Who'd ever thought that you'd being playing soccer?" Yamato slapped his friend on the back. Koushirou just groaned more.
"Alright I'll see guys later, ok?" said Koushirou instantly. His friends agreed. Koushirou ran home, trying not to face the fact that he was one of the best goalies in the country. But secretly, inside him, grew a deep desire of wanting to play soccer. It was defiantly one of the most peculiar days he had ever had, but that was just one of the many surprises for him on the days following.
She got up, and felt like talking to somebody online. It was four o'clock am. She didn't care who was online; she just needed someone to talk to. Since her messenger was screwed up, she decided to see who was on chat. There were very few people online, so she decided talking to one of them. None of them responded back. She took an outburst and cursed the people online. She shut her computer immediately right after. She knelt down to the floor, weeping, as she could hold no more expression of grief that had been bottled up inside her.
Koushirou powered up his computer. It was about eight o'clock am, a Saturday. He had eaten a very mild breakfast, and decided to think of a way to impress Gina. He decided to express his love for her, by writing an e- mail to her. He started to write a rough copy on a piece of paper.
"Hmmm. How should it go? Let me think. Dear Gina, I know that you are new and all, but I really love you. Is that good? Nah." He erased the word love, and replaced it by like. "Even math terms could be less complicated as Love," he mumbled under his breath. "I should make it more easier for me. Let the computer do the work," Koushirou searched for romantic e-cards that would express his love, at the same time, please her. It took a while but he kept wondering what Gina's reaction would be. Awww. He's so sweet! Thoughts like that roamed through his head, of Gina admiring him and him holding her in his arms. All of a sudden, the picture of Gina is his arms were switched.
"Oh, Mimi, I'll do everything and anything for you." He pictured Mimi in his arms instead of Gina. "What the hell?!? I love Gina, not Mimi! That's totally right. Anyways if I did love Mimi, I'd stand a byte chance to a gigabyte like her." Koushirou slapped his head, "There you go again, Izumi! Stop thinking about Mimi! You love Gina, not her." paused to breath for air "All this work is only killing you and messing with your head Izumi, that's all".
Koushirou took a break. By that time it was ten o'clock. Koushirou had received a call from his cell phone. It was Yamato, and Taichi. They wanted him to come play over at the soccer field. Koushirou was a bit unsure. He was never invited to play a certain sport with his friends, not to mention that it looked kind of awkward seeing him play. Most of the athletic people in his school were all tall and muscular. Koushirou, without a doubt, was the total opposite. He was kind of short for his age and was immensely thin.
"Uh, I'm not sure you guys, I've never done this kind of stuff." Koushirou said doubting his ability to actually play.
"Come on, Izzy! You gotta play! It's soccer for goodness sake!" Taichi complained
"Ok, fine.I'll come, but only if I get to play a position that has nothing to do with running" trying to out do them by making them believe that all soccer players ran during the most game.
"Fine. You can be goalie" Yamato laughing at his own comment. Koushirou groaned.
"Ok, I'll come", he quickly said. Koushirou's parents acknowledged and soon Koushirou found himself in the midst of a soccer game. Yamato brought Koushirou a colored uniform, and gloves.
"Taichi said you could keep them," Yamato said. Koushirou received the equipment, willingly.
"Anyway, Matt, How'd Tai get you to play? You never played soccer before. Why now?" Koushirou, asked
"One word. It's called Work out. You should try it sometime." Yamato answered. Koushirou just groaned. He watched the people on the benches cheering the teams on. The game started. Both teams had uniforms. What the? Thought Koushirou, no way. Tai would never do that to me. Would he? Koushirou saw an official referee starting to walk to the center of the field. The worst had just happened. Taichi and Yamato had signed Koushirou up for soccer!
Taichi called heads as the coin flipped up in the air. Of course he was right. He was always right when it came to soccer. Taichi started moving the ball up. He passed three mid-fielders easily, but a gigantic defensemen blasted the ball back down. A tall forward juggled the ball with his head and passed through Taichi's defensemen. It was all up to Koushirou. The tall forward juggled it once more, and went for a scissor kick. Koushirou's instinct told him to dive, and so he did. The ball hurled, and what seemed to be a goal, had just been shoved out of the way, by Koushirou's amazing dive. Everyone stood in awe, as the ball rolled down the field. Taichi and Yamato could barely walk towards the ball. There stood Koushirou sweating as if he were running miles. Koushirou was stunned. He had saved the ball! He looked at the crowd of people watching. They were cheering their heads off! Most of the people were from his school, and decided to watch the game since Taichi was playing, but now their main focus was on Koushirou, the goal robber. The game went on eventually, as Taichi scored six goals, and Yamato scoring one. The score read in the final, 7-0. Koushirou's instincts were always right on. He had stopped, robbed, caught, dived every shot, and had miraculously saved all of them. By the last minute of the game, people he didn't even know were cheering him on.
"Prodigious." he said to himself. A man in the crowd, wearing a suit, as if he were a businessman, called the referee after the game.
"What are the names of the forward, and the goalie of the Obaida Storms?" The man in black asked.
The referee looked on his list. "Kamiya Taichi, and Izumi Koushirou". The man in the black suit thanked him. He soon walked on his own way. The teams wished each other good luck in the future. Taichi and Yamato ran up to Koushirou beating him on the arm, and head locking him playfully.
"Well, I see our plan worked Matt, we got Izzy to play!" Taichi said.
"Not to mention signing me up" Koushirou groaned.
"Don't worry about it. If we never signed you up, we'd never be able to know about your talent, not forgetting your amazing ability, of playing as a goalie! Who'd ever thought that you'd being playing soccer?" Yamato slapped his friend on the back. Koushirou just groaned more.
"Alright I'll see guys later, ok?" said Koushirou instantly. His friends agreed. Koushirou ran home, trying not to face the fact that he was one of the best goalies in the country. But secretly, inside him, grew a deep desire of wanting to play soccer. It was defiantly one of the most peculiar days he had ever had, but that was just one of the many surprises for him on the days following.