Ken walked around the shop in search of a new soccer ball since the previous one had mysteriously gone -missing-. It was weird as this was the second it had occurred to him some crazy lunatic tried to steal his favourite soccer ball.
He had no idea how they managed to steal it from him in the first place. Bah, so much for an assassin pro. He couldn't even swat a mosquito without hitting his own hand. The last time he did he couldn't handle the flowers in the shop for a week. Too bad for sheer strength.
The brunette caught sight of a ball which resembled his previous one and decided to test it out, taking it from the shelf and dribbling it a little. It was lighter than his previous. In fact, the material reduced more friction and it was a lot easier passing it around.
Grinning to himself, he shifted the angle of his foot and kicked it up into the air and caught it with both hands. This was going to be the third ball he's going to get. He went off to the counter and paid for it. The kids he was teaching were going to be quite happy they got a new ball to cover in mud.
Plainly holding in his hand, Ken exited the shop with a whistle escaping his mouth as he headed back to the shop. He noticed the sky was getting dark quickly as the skies were now filled with black clouds, ready to let go of the rain any moment. Thinking it would be more efficient to walk faster, he padded down the sidewalk. It would take him hopefully only ten minutes instead of twenty because it had already started drizzling.
Unfortunately the rain couldn't wait and it fell heavily onto the streets.
"Argh!" He muttered as he began his running. Lucky him he was wearing a water-proof jacket along with a water-proof track pants, but his shoes were already soggy and he felt awfully uncomfortable.
The whole surroundings were blur images of people holding umbrellas as he passed. The rain blurred him more and he had to be too unlucky to trip over his own foot.
He landed on someone who didn't have an umbrella as well. The two crumbled to the ground, arms and legs entangled to each other messily. He composed himself just in time before landing straight down onto the person and got up to his knees, uttering a loud apology.
"Geez, you're such a klutz", the other commented.
Ken immediately felt his vein pop. He apologized and this guy had to say he was a klutz? The brunette was about to protest when the person opposite flicked his fringe and the water splattered onto Ken's face.
"Hey!" He yelled. He brushed the water from his bangs and tried giving a glare when he stopped dead. After removing the rain water from his eyes, he finally got a clearer view of who he had knocked into.
The guy was dress in a pale blue tee with a dark blue jacket and khaki jeans. His green eyes reminded him of his teammate, but his one was…different. He didn't look Japanese at all and neither did he sound like one. The person scoffed at the loud shout and flicked his orange long hair behind him.
Ken almost blushed when he realised what position he was in. The guy had his legs on either sides of his, leaving him dangerously in the middle.
He gave a meep and stood up, face red.
"What's wrong with you?" The other growled as he picked himself up.
"Nothing! Bye!" He stammered and sped off.
"Hey, wait a sec!" He could hear the other echo behind him.
Holy shit. He was blushing for a guy? That was so wrong!
He gave another mutter before he finally reached the shop all panting. The people inside all stared at the brunette who was now drenched in rain.
"Ken-kun! What happened to you?" Omi asked, going over to pass him a towel which was taken from under the counter.
Ken greatly accepted the towel and started wiping his face with it.
"So-?" Omi asked again. "Did you get your soccer ball?'
Ken froze. Oh no. His soccer ball! He must've lost it when he bumped into that orange hair guy!
"Uh…no. They didn't have a good one yet", he lied. Omi just nodded and Ken was relieved that the blonde bought that excuse.
He went to the back to get changed and he thought of the person crossed his mind. He blushed to himself and started talking to himself about forgetting that guy. Yet, no matter how much he tried he couldn't, for that voice he heard and spoke to him sounded too familiar to even stop thinking about.
Ha. If you're smart, you can figure out how it would turn out in the end! Nyah ha ha. I'm sorry I took so long. Alike Mistskeeper, we both got roadblocks in our story. Mine is only temporarily though. Since I was taking too long on doing the next chap, I decided to fit this story in since if I have to put it in the story, it's only waste of space. I suppose there may be a few more interludes ahead, btu I seriously thank you for reading all the way until here. All your support is appreciated!
Mistkeeper: Heh heh... I pity you for your com failing on you. I'm sure you'd enjoy this chappie.
Reviews:
Rubymoon: Eh heh... As I've said before... Thta's for me to know and for you to find out! (I'm not being mean at all. Really. It just ruins the story if I do ever tell. :D)
LuvSeven: Ur...updated! Is this considered?
Einsam: Thanks a lot. Yeah I know. The five lovesof Yoji blah blah. It's gonna be heartbreaking for Yotan, Imust say, and that is all I can say. You'll understand the story soon(when I get to it) You are such a smart person. Go figure. I'm surprised you wanted Brad X Ran. I nearly toppled over my chair when I read that part. Then again, you don't have to be disappointed you know. Read the warnings and blah blah part. I stated that there would be more right? I'm a person full of colours! I can always fit that into the story...I guess...Ahhh... about Schu's name right? Indeed, the jap guys pronnounced it as 'Schoo-dik', but there doesn't seem to be aspecific pronounciation or spelling. I mean, all my life I've seen quite a number of people spelling Schu's name. They go like: Schuldich (the one I particularly use the most), Schuldig, Schulderich... Jeez. They don't give up, do they? Anway, my guess is that either you're German and you study english or you're english who studies German. :) Whaoh...I wrote a lot, didn't I? Oh well. It;s already 11 at night but I have to wait some time before I can go over to my aunt's house to sleep.Thanks for reviewing again!