Itachi and Kisame had awoken.
"What the fuck are we wearing?" Kisame asked Itachi, leaning down and pulling at the socks that went up his calves.
Itachi wondered the exact same thing.
Dark eyes took in the surrounding area.
They were sitting on a bench, sweating for some damn reason, and people were around them screaming and cheering. However, his eyes landed on two people passing a ball on the field with their feet, which was actually familiar to him. He's seen children pass a ball to each other before. Though, he doesn't understand why there were so many damn people watching.
Itachi leaned in closer to Kisame and whispered, "It's another trial I bet. Perhaps a profession we have to work at once again. How annoying."
"I agree." Kisame huffed in annoyance.
Itachi felt an incredible thirst, so he chugged the water bottle sitting next to him. What could he have possibly been doing to work up such a sweat? It couldn't have been simple endurance, right?
A man wearing the same socks and shirt came to halt once he saw Itachi.
"Hey, I wouldn't chug all of that. Remember what coach said about too much water? You'll get awful ass cramps."
Itachi froze. "Cramps? What-"
And then Itachi and Kisame were forced out into the giant field.
"What am I-"
Kisame was cut off when a man wearing a jersey that was a different color came by, slapped his arm, and said, "Good luck out there! This team is pretty tough. You've got the height advantage, though, so I'm sure you'll save some shots!"
Then he ran off.
Kisame frowned, and then tentatively walked towards the goal that people were pointing at.
He ended up standing in front of it and watching as everyone else moved into position.
He scratched his head. "What in the hell is this?"
Then he saw poor Itachi stand cluelessly in the middle of the field, looking around like a child who lost their parent in a store.
Kisame couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He himself was just as lost.
"Itachi, get in position!"
He couldn't get into fucking position. He didn't even know the rules. His brows furrowed at the man who yelled at him. On instinct, he tried to activate his sharingan.
Tried.
It didn't work. A slight gasp escaped his lips as he kept trying to summon the dojutsu.
Eventually, someone grabbed him and shoved him onto the circle. He was standing near two teammates.
"You're forward, Itachi!" his teammate yelled, getting spit all over Itachi's face, "Are you high or some shit?! You better get your head in the game!"
Itachi was in the middle of grimacing in disgust as his teammate walked to his position.
The other team got into place, and then the game started.
The other team started with the ball, and they began to pass it strategically to midfield then defense. Itachi whipped his head around at all of his teammates beginning to run. They stepped in front of their opponents, ran after the ball, and called out for a pass.
Itachi hadn't moved an inch.
He looked back at Kisame, saw the slightest shake of his blue head, and then sighed.
He was on his own.
"Itachi, start running! You're forward, get up there and try to score a goal!" one of the defense urged from behind him.
But then what? How does he pass correctly? How does he shoot powerfully like the others? How does he steal the ball without breaking their legs?
Itachi's head was swimming with uncertainty, and it was entirely foreign. He didn't like it at all. If he had studied every single rule and possible strategy, then perhaps he would want to go up there and score. But no, this entire concept is unknown to him.
People began to yell and boo at him, which made him exhale from his nose in anger as his eyes darkened. Fuck this, he would much rather be back at the cafe. At least Kisame doesn't even have to move.
Reluctantly, Itachi began to run. It looked like he had a stick up his ass with how awkwardly he was jogging up the field.
His team was already down there with the ball. He observed the way they moved, and noted that he should get into an open area to get a shot.
He moved to the top of the box, and immediately someone was aggressively guarding him while repeating turning to stare at him. They even held their arm up to push him back.
How annoying.
'Amaterasu,' Itachi thought in his mind, making his eyes go wide as he stared at the opponent.
It didn't work.
The asshole began grabbing his arm, and out of quick frustration, Itachi ripped it out of his grip and tried to move away.
"Itachi!"
Alarmed, Itachi looked across the field, and saw a ball hurling through the air straight at him with perfect accuracy.
Does he let it bounce, then kick? Does he head it? Use his chest? Leg? Fuck, his hand?! He didn't know!
The person guarding him before tried to get in front of him to take it, but Itachi wasn't letting that happen.
Itachi then used his body to shove the opponent with his shoulder, making him stumble out of the way.
Before Itachi could even touch the ball, the opponent was suddenly on the ground, cradling his leg, and screaming.
Whistles were blown, and yells of 'He didn't even kick him!' and variations were thrown around the field.
Itachi looked down at the pitiful lump on the ground. The man's face was red and scrunched up as if his leg just got blown off in a war.
"Get up. You're fine," Itachi spoke firmly.
The opponent just whined even louder.
Itachi's fist clenched. What a useless weakling.
Itachi went up to his closest teammate as the man was getting helped up, and got his attention.
"Why is he reacting like that when I didn't hurt him?"
"It's just a nasty 'tactic' to have the ball go to the other team and get it cleared out of their side. People do it all the time."
Itachi was done with this.
The game went on. The ball was mainly on the opposing team's side, and Itachi tried to 'mark up' so that he didn't have to actually touch the ball.
However, he got horribly unlucky.
The ball suddenly rolled to Itachi, and he realized how close he was to the goal.
This was it! This was his moment!
He swung his leg back, and was ready to use his fully power to blast it at the goalie. Maybe he can escape this place after scoring?
His leg swung down, and his slammed the ball with his toe.
...And it was the most pathetic kick ever seen in a pro game.
He hit too high on the ball, so it just quickly rolled straight at the goalie, who picked it up and hid a laugh into his hand.
Then came the boos.
"What the fuck was that?!"
"Itachi, that was pathetic!"
"Jesus Christ, that's how my brother kicks in rec!"
'Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, Susanoo...' Itachi tried everything he could, but it was futile.
It only got worse as time went on.
Kisame felt his heart quicken as one opponent was speeding past the defense and straight at the goal. He held his gloved hands up, getting frozen in place as he got closer and closer.
"Oh god, oh fuck, oh shit-" Kisame muttered out repeatedly. It was so much damn pressure.
Out of panic, Kisame sprinted up and slammed his body into the opponent and absolutely crushed him with his body.
Whistles were blown aggressively, and everyone began to shout, yell, and run over.
"I-I can't-!" The body under him weezed, grabbing desperately at his own chest.
Kisame chuckled as he got up, "Whoops, sorry about that. I'm a little heavy."
"Can't-breathe...!" the man gasped, inhaling desperately to get air into his lungs.
Two medics immediately came over, and gently pressed against the man's chest.
"He's broken a few ribs. We need to get him to the hospital," one of them explain.
And then Kisame was kicked out and now sitting on the sidelines.
In Kisame's mind, the man would have been just fine if he had worked on his muscles a little more. All of that running just made him a stick that snapped. He was totally not in the wrong.
Itachi was immediately subbed out at half time because he sucked and even caught the ball, resulting in everyone laughing at him.
The Uchiha sat down on the bench next to Kisame, and began chugging that water bottle again. As he stood up to throw it away, his side tightened. Fucking cramps.
"I'm sick and tired of this," Itachi mumbled, wiping his mouth as he sat back down, "My body is worn out from running already. It's pathetic. I don't know anything about this activity, either."
"Well, at least you didn't break a man's ribs just from falling on him."
Itachi looked down. "I suppose you're correct, Kisame."
When the second half started, both men just mournfully watched the terrible game that they were being forced to play, constantly reminded of the horrible mistakes they had already made.
Kisame had a whole drink thrown at his face for injuring a player.
Itachi was booed and made fun of for sucking so bad.
After the game, the next day came, and they were forced out there like none of today's events had even happened.
This was their true hell.