Alright, just a heads-up, this chapter was a little difficult because it was more of a filler chapter that focuses more on soccer, and is kind of a strange final chapter for Volume 8.
Also, the title of this chapter is "Forget That; Let's Play Soccer!" (There's a semicolon right after "That".) It's only titled differently due to FanFiction's title restrictions on symbols in titles. (Seriously, FanFiction, FIX IT!)
Enjoy
Elliot Mably, Creed Brand, Arnold McMillan, Igor Bernstein, and Alessandro Simmons walked down the outer halls of West Genetics; however, the normal excitement that all the spectators would them...were surprisingly absent...in fact, most of the reactions were in fear.
"Hey, Elliot," asked Creed, "is it me, or are the third-years talking to us a lot less than before?"
"Don't worry, I'll get their attention," said Arnold. "Hey, guys! Wanna—"
*ZOOM*
All the third-years fled.
"Would somebody mind telling me just what the hell's going on around here?!" yelled Elliot in the club room. "The third-years have always looked up to us, so why do they keep ignoring us?"
"No idea," said Alessandro. "They've been acting like this since our little feud problem with Satellite."
"Well, does ANYONE have an idea?!"
"...I have an idea," said Creed suddenly.
Later that noon, Satellite was walking down the outside walkway, having just finished his burger for lunch...
"*BURP*"
...and burped.
"ATTENTION, FELLOW THIRD-YEAR GENTLEMEN!" Creed suddenly called out to all the unaware third-years. "My friends and I are going to be holding a soccer match, and we'd like YOU to join us!"
"...Soccer...?" questioned the Pandora punk. "Don't you mean football...?"
"HEY!" Ra's suddenly called out from behind. "Can WE join!de arimasu
"...'We'...? Who else, Ra's?"
"Why...Satellite and I~de arimasu!"
"WHAT?! Are YOU crazy?!" cried Alessandro. "If YOU so much a foul the Untouchable King, he'll snap your neck!"
"Don't worry." Satellite turned around and began to walk away. "I'm not interested."
"Oh, really?" asked Ra's. "What if I made a little bet with you...?"
Satellite stopped walking to hear Ra's' proposal. "Go on..."
"How about...the winner gets to spend a full day with Kazuha-chan," proposed Ra's, "while the loser must stay away from her. Deal?" He held out his hand to the Pandora punk to reaffirm the deal being made.
"Hmmmmmmm...fine," Satellite said as he angrily turned around, without shaking Ra's' hand. "But you're gonna lose badly! England is the bloody father of football!"
"Are you sure? You should NEVER underestimate Tibetan soccer!"
"FUCK you, ya bloody wanker!" Satellite screamed as he began stripping his clothes off for some reason."I'M gonna be the winner! And I'M gonna have Kazuha all to myself, while YOU will have to find you're OWN broad to force your cock on!"
"Uh, Satelli—"
"I DIDN'T SAY I WAS FINISHED! Once I win, I'm gonna let Kazuha get a glimpse of this hunky body!" Satellite exposed his entire birthday suit to his Tibetan rival. "THAT'S RIGHT! HEAD TO TOE! PECS TO COCK! AND KAZUHA'S GONNA BE SO BLOODY ATTRACTIVE THAT SHE'LL SHOW ME HER BIG-ASS TITTIES, HER FAT BOTTOM ASS, AND THEN SHE'LL WANNA SUCK MY LONG-ASS LONG JOHN AND THEN BANG HER PUSSY TILL SHE BARFS OUT MY SEMEN THROUGH HER MOUTH!" Just then, she noticed all the third-year staring at what was right behind the Pandora punk. "...she's behind me, ISN'T she?" Slowly and nervously, Satellite turned and saw his red-flush faced Limiter with her eyes wide open and blood running down her nose as she stared at Satellite completely naked, bulky body. "K-K-K-K-Kazuha!" Satellite panicked as he pulled up his pants to hide his exposed waist. "I-I-I was just making a little football bet with Ra's and—"
"—and bragging about he would win the game, get to keep you all to herself, then expose his entire body to you, make you get so bloody attractive that you'd show him your big-ass titties, your fat bottom ass, and then you'd wanna suck MY long-ass long john and let him bang your pussy till you barf out his semen through his mouth," concluded Ra's, while Satellite embarrassingly shook his head in despair as he wanted Ra's to stop talking.
"NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!" cried Satellite. "THAT'S NOT TRUE! I-I MEAN I DID SAY THAT, BUT I WAS ONLY—"
*SLAP*
Blue Team
Forward
Elliot Mably
Satellite L. Bridget
Midfield
Abel Duval
Sam Morton
Sonny Mina
Teashi Pheniel
Defense
Akio Takeuchi
Creed Brand
Shane Obama
Victor Uldman
Goalkeeper
Nabal Koushoku
Red Team
Forward
Arnold McMillan
Gene Roland
Ra's Linchen
Midfield
Arwin Shones
Alessandro Simmons
Miki Shishidou
Defense
Chibi Naiya
Igor Bernstein
Shinji Matsumoto
Travis McKenzie
Goalkeeper
Mitchell Veizar
And so, the two soccer teams faced each other on the field.
"Alright, boys!" Arnold called out to his team. "Let's show 'em what we're made of!"
"You got it~de arimasu!" called out Ra's.
"Don't think I'll get along with you just 'cause we're on the same team, Satellite..." Elliot said to Satellite.
Satellite didn't say a word; he just rubbed his slapped cheek.
"Alright, everyone," said referee Clifford Fairchild, "now, I want a clean game! From ALL of you!"
"GO FOR IT, ARNOLD-SENPAI!" shouted Arnold's Limiter, Monica Abebe, from the spectators on the bleacher.
"SHOW 'EM WHAT YER MADE OFF, GENE-SENPAI!" cheered Arturia.
"*WHISTLE* GO!" Blowing his whistle, Clifford dropped the ball on the field.
"YOU CAN DO IT, LITE-SENPAI!" cheered Kazuha.
Catching the soccer ball with his feet, Satellite made a Marseille maneuver around Arnold.
"Nice one, Satellite!" shouted Elliot.
Satellite made his way to—
Gene rammed the Pandora punk in the chest, knocking him down.
"*WHISTLE* FOUL!" yelled Clifford.
"ACK, you idiot!" yelled Arnold. "You're supposed to be hitting the ball, not other people!"
"What?! I was pretty that's always been done on TV," protested Gene.
"Are YOU crazy! That's only allowed from the side. How can you NOT know that despite being British!"
"Does it matter if I'm British or not?!"
"*WHISTLE* RESUME MATCH!" yelled the referee Pandora.
Elliot caught the ball with her feet, only to meet resistance by Ra's.
"Think you can stop me?" asked Elliot tauntingly.
"You bet I can~de arimasu!" said the Tibetan Pandora boy.
"ACCEL TURN!" Suddenly, Elliot began using Accel Turn, attempting to throw his rival off guard.
"KH?! He's using Accel Turn?! In soccer?!" thought Ra's. "I gotta make sure I don't get—"
*TRIP*
"WAAAHHHHH!"
*THUD*
Suddenly, Ra's tripped over his foot and fell to the ground, accidentally yanking Elliot's shorts down with him a exposing Elliot's briefs, much to the shock of the spectators and other players.
"W-W-WHAT THE FUCK?!" Elliot screamed as he pulled his shorts back up.
"I-I'm so terribly sorry~de arimasu, Elliot! It was an accident~de arimasu!" said Ra's quickly.
"Don't just STAND there, ref!" Elliot screamed at Clifford. "Foul him and expel him from the game!"
"He only touched your clothes," countered Clifford, "and even then, it appeared to be an accident. So, he merely gets a yellow card"
"GGGGRRRRRRRRR!"
*RIP*
Outraged, Elliot struck at Ra's, ripping out part of his shorts in revenge. "OOPS! My bad!" said Elliot sarcastically.
"Oh, is THAT how you wanna play?" thought Ra's.
"*WHISTLE* RESUME MATCH!"
Elliot quickly passed the ball to Satellite, who rushed to goal to—
*RIP*
Ra's struck at Satellite's shorts from the side, ripping them off to expose his briefs.
"WAAHHHHH!" the Pandora punk screamed.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" screamed Elliot. "YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!"
"I didn't TOUCH him, though. Did I~de arimasu?"
"AARRRRR...if THAT'S how your gonna play..."
*RIP*
Elliot ripped the clothes of another soccer player.
"WAAHHHHH! WHAT THE HELL?!" screamed Travis.
"FINE! I'LL PLAY DIRTY~de arimasu!"
*RIP*
Ra's ripped the clothes of Abel.
"KYAAAAAA!"
*RIP*
"STOP IT!" cried Akio.
*RIP*
"HEY! I'M ON YOUR TEAM, RA'S!" screamed Gene.
*RIP*
"HEY!"
*RIP*
"NO!"
*RIP*
"STOP!"
*RIP*
"PLEASE!"
And so, I won't go into anymore details, but let's just say the game ended in a tie.
End of Volume 8
Cast:
Abel Duval: Koichi Yamadera (Japanese); Michael Sinterniklaas (English)
Thanks again for reading, everyone! And so, once again, I must put this series on hold, but I will begin Volume 9 in May, right after HLP Volume 6.
Later
