Kuroi no Mahou
Humble Flames
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Tsubasa pressed down a throaty groan of horror and felt a tinge of scorching aura waft beneath the room. He tries to bring it up without being noticed, " Why does—it feel so weird in here?" And he only got a brief, yet accentuated gaze from everyone.
It struck him that it was only Thule who bothered to ask. "I can get the fact that you are hiding something from me. But doesn't it bother you that I now feel quite obliged to leave?" He seemed to get part of their idea. " Hmm. It seems like any of you are willing to burst up any moment, at the moment I step out of the room."
Nobody bothered to comment, but only faceted the bitterest smiles that looked willing to snap and dissolve.
Tch. Why can't you just shut up and get straight with Ken's measurements! Hyuga fought back a scornful snort with the back of his hand tightly pressed down on his lips. It was hard for him to hold back his cynicism towards Thule, but apparently, he wasn't welcome to him. He's a burden, which is therefore, a big risk to take, being that he is merely human and they are Heaven's Fujutsu Five. " Big deal, Mr. Thule. It may be something big and significant to us, but you needn't concern yourself with it."
" Hah, Hyuga. Isn't that a polite way of telling me that it's none of my business?"
Bingo. Ken grinned to himself as he watched Hyuga plaster a more hardened look, obviously finding it entirely amusing. But, he can't seem to get rid of the idea that kept piling up before him. And he wasn't surprised that Tsubasa also strived to put up the subject himself while someone alien to their subsequent events was with them. Eyeing the others wasn't his option, or communicating to them telepathically. Instead, he just feebly waved off a thankful hand to Thule and beckoned a bewildered Hyuga to sit with him at the corner of the room.
" Errm, anything up, Ken?" Hyuga questions oddly, as Ken's eyes dimmed into a color of importance.
" I feel suspicious, Hyuga. Why isn't Genzo back?" Ken groans as he diverts a look from the outer portion of the window then back to Hyuga, who despondently bulges a bit with a grave look.
" I—I'm not sure." He only murmurs, obviously short of words to say.
Ken silently growls, " I'm going to find him…"
Hyuga's mouth opened to protest, but a determined Ken shot him an unearthly gaze—effectively brightening the stark color of his eyes into a fortunate carnation.
" I must."
Hyuga just sighs " If you're going alone, you might as well drag either Tsubasa or Taro with you."
" But— Why?" He abruptly asks in an askew tone. He lightly turns his head to their direction, unfortunately spotting the two performing an awkward act of absurdity towards an oblivious Thule.
" Hey Taro?"
" Yes?"
" Why do you think the chicken cross the scorching road?"
" Dunno. To go to the other side, perhaps?"
" Nah. I think he wanted to end up fried chicken."
" Fried chicken? Why would the chicken want to cross the road only to end up being fried?"
" Umm, it's a joke, Taro."
" Ah… So! What comes into your head when I say—"
Ken spastically twitches. " With one of those two?" The twitching became irate " Are you actually trying to crack a gag, Hyuga?"
" Hey! They're chosen to uphold magic! God really didn't mind it if those two would act like complete idiots!" Hyuga raised his hands defensively, obviously unsatisfied with Ken's unnatural mood.
" Didn't it bother you at all?"
Hyuga couldn't stand this. He narrows up near Ken and furiously whispers " Don't let it go in you, Ken! We're going to be stuck with those two—maybe a year or three or even forever! And I thought with all those training and soccer, you would understand those two!"
" I DO! Yes, they're my comrades, yes, they're both geniuses, yes, they're both trustworthy—I just want to DO IT ALONE." He rises up chiefly narrowing his eyes, his breath, lightly rasped.
A frown drooped on Hyuga's face, as he manages a sigh " Then why call them nitwits?"
" They're dense when it comes to this." Ken answers perceptibly tired arguing with his captain.
Hyuga went lightly rigid, his mouth, narrowed into a grim smirk " You don't know those two well, Ken. And I thought you would understand." He, along with a baffled Ken, turned to face the two, still bickering with their jokes.
Hyuga just chuckles feebly. " They want to find that Genzo more than you do…"
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" Because he's one of their most important friends." He instantaneously trails off, abruptly standing and glaring at the door… What the…
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" I—" Ken desperately held back a delirious gasp… " Tsubasa! Taro! I sense them! I sense them!"
Tsubasa anxiously emanates a growl " So that's IT! Taro! Let's get ready!"
Hyuga's eyebrow furrowed with worry " Is that…Genzo?"
Taro hesitantly murmurs, " It isn't, that's for sure…"
Thule dubiously shot looks at the four, wondering what made them turn in cold blood. Shrugging, he approached the door.
" No wait!" Tsubasa was too late to stop Thule from opening the door…
Thule grinned sheepishly, seeing Genzo's pained expression at the moment he opened the door. " Welcome back, boy."
" So how did the measurements fare?" asked Genzo in a tipsy askew. His eyes seemed to look awfully dull and baggy.
" It's fine!" Thule waved it off " It would cost you a lot of euros—but it's going to be worth it."
But as Genzo stepped in the room, he earned suspicious eyes from each and every one. Tsubasa was visibly perturbed with caution. " Genzo? You seemed to be drowsy, is anything alright?"
" Of course I'm alright, Tsubasa" smiled Genzo—who's inwardly scowling. " What makes you say that?"
" You seemed to look a bit ominous today. Has anything happened in your walk?" asked Taro, in turn, who seemed more wary than worried.
" The people seemed suspicious when I went out!" he coarsely yelled, pointing through the open window.
" You mean everyone out there is one of Schneider's minions?" asked Ken skeptically, obviously not bagging in through Genzo's act.
" What about you?" finally asked Hyuga, who seemed driven into letting him discover that his act is already futile.
" What are you implementing, Hyuga?" voiced Genzo incredulously.
Hyuga snarled and menacingly strode across the room towards Genzo. Almost too immediately, he fingered Genzo's clerical collar and twisted it upright, constricting Genzo's throat. " I've had it, you fake! Where's the real Genzo?"
Thule instantaneously laughed, but he only managed a fake one. " What? This is Genzo!"
" Thule, he's deceiving you!" spoke a worried Taro. " He isn't Genzo!"
" The Genzo I knew wouldn't be this practical." Tsubasa adamantly supported Taro's statement; his voice is in full concern but was contorted with innocence. " Mr. Thule, I've known Genzo a lot. Even if we were to separate in a year—or two, I can still tell the difference… Because I am his friend…"
" So am I!" spoke Taro, who immediately gazed at what they called a fake Genzo.
" NO! I AM GENZO!" snarled Genzo as the pang of fear was etched in his voice. "Why don't you want to believe me?"
Hyuga haplessly laughed at the boy, his eyes, full of sharpness and his hand, raised, pointing at him " Because Genzo will never say something like that! The real bastard would've ought to protect his own pride, even facing us!"
Ken knew they had him cornered, so he joined. " The real Genzo would never be fearful even if he was doubted."
" Too true." Pressed Tsubasa, his eyes, glinting with pressure " And he would never even pass a shit on something dubious as that."
A second passed as everyone's thoughtful eyes trailed to Tsubasa, then back to the fake Genzo.
" What do you have to say for that?" asked Taro, trying to ease the fake Genzo with a friendly conflict.
But, the charlatan Genzo only stood in mock silence, as the others sliced suspicious gazes. It was Thule's voice that cleared the whiff of silence by trying to understand it. "Why are you taking his name? You know there is only one kind of Genzo in this world. The boy's utterly unique, and his abilities are beyond your reach."
"—So is his smart mouth." Sniggered Hyuga out loud which was hardly an option of trying to provoke the silent teen to confess.
…
In a silent, but incredibly deadly strike, the impostor Genzo nearly stabbed Hyuga.
As time seem to dawdle in a dreamy state, Hyuga amazingly bent his body backward and missed the needles protruding out of the impostor's gloves.
" Shimatta!" he cursed, sensing a few strands of his front bangs being shredded off –-and weren't able to follow his impossible speed.
" HYUGA!" screamed Ken in terror, as he didn't resist himself to immediately aid his friend.
Taro sinuously dashed towards the impostor Genzo and locked hands in combat. " You are an impostor!" he spoke impatiently, which was a new turn to his demeanor. " What did you do to Genzo!"
The impostor's eyes blared against Taro's and he sneered in a devilish tone" The name's Neo-Wakabayashi!" licking his lips, he dangerously laughed " And I'm Wakabayashi's ego!"
" …Ego…?" repeated Tsubasa in an obviously appalled way he could comprehend. " You're his ego?"
An entertained snarl escaped Hyuga's throat. " Then this will make today's fight much more amusing!"
" So… this is what you were hiding from me…" was all he said before he glances to the floor, seemingly trying to convince himself that this isn't a dream. This… isn't a dream?
" Taro! Let's go!" Tsubasa yelled as his wings ceremoniously burst out of his back.
Taro somersaults backwards, nods in reply and closes his eyes. His whole body started to release a cool blue aura, as his eyes started to cascade grand and beautiful tears. He slowly opens his eyes and calmly looks at Tsubasa.
As if their eyes were talking, they inwardly nodded, their lips, curved into a smile.
Tsubasa released perturbed wind turbulence through the ramshackle window. The whole area vaguely morphed into a deep and mystifying stadium of unending blue, hazy colors… similar to an ocean's watery depth. And it was just Neo-Wakabayashi, Taro and Tsubasa.
" Taro! Are we still the Golden Combi?" smiled Tsubasa humorously.
Taro happily nodded back at his friend " Of course! We'll always be!"
As if they're running down a field, Tsubasa and Taro's all too overwhelming auras processed a golden glowing sphere in front of them. It quickly formed into an outline of a soccer ball. Tsubasa quickly ran down with Taro as the ball glowed ferociously.
Neo-Wakabayashi growled and assumed into goalkeeper poise, " Take me down if you want! I'll still succeed!"
As the two neared Neo-Wakabayashi, Tsubasa yells out " HERE IT GOES, TARO!"
The two instantaneously raised their legs at the same time and with one genuinely powerful shot combined by two very outstanding soccer players…
" GOLDEN TWIN SHOT!"And in one gold beam of twisted power, the ball headed straight at Neo-Wakabayashi… It stupendously hits a powerful blow to his stomach, making the impostor barf an enormous volume of blood, and would soon, collide and tumble across the translucent floor once—twice—thrice!
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" What the fuck!"Wakabayashi Genzo mysteriously disgorges an amazing amount of darkly red blood. His chest excruciatingly burned, similar to the feeling of being hit by a leaded soccer ball on his chest. He grunted heavily, feeling the pain insulting him. " Damn it… I need to get out…"
When a devious thought suddenly sprouted in his mind.
Genzo didn't hesitate on his idea. Crawling near the fireplace he lit a while ago, he draws a circle with his blood. It was clearly simple with the lack of vigor, but still manageable. He moves a bit until he was in the circle he drew. Sitting in a comfortable position, he incoherently mumbles a spell from one of the many books he read:
" Grant thee safe passage to the outside… Lend me thee power to speak through thy neighbor's soul… Through thy neighbor's heart… Thy shalt withstand thee pain given…"
The circle glowered a cool red as Genzo kept the concentration unyielding. After nearly seven seconds of meditation, he felt his soul being drawn in a divine trance. Now, it's time to speak with Tsubasa.
He slowly closes his eyes and slowly sees a vague image of Tsubasa…
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The area was still looking like a pensive trance of a pacific ocean. Taro quickly approached the unconscious Neo-Wakabayashi and quickly binds the ego in a liquid chain. Tsubasa was inspecting the fake Genzo when he felt a soul's current took a blow on him.
Tsubasa… Can you hear me?
Tsubasa appeared bloodshot and cold at the instant he heard that voice. It was familiar. He remembered that very same predicament with Ken wherein the soul becomes trapped in its own mind.
Genzo! Tsubasa stealthily moves away to privately talk to Genzo. Where are you? Are you okay?
Yeah, fine… After beating me up to a fucking bloody pulp—yes I think I can still hold it.
The tone was utterly fathomable as the real Genzo. He oddly senses the tingling humor in his words. How can I get you back? Neo- Wakabayashi's down… for a while. Somehow, Tsubasa managed to shudder at the thought of really knowing how to get Genzo back. He didn't want to remember that…Who the fucking blazes is Neo-Wakabayashi! If he's the ego, then great! But— you see, it's disgus—
Don't tell! Tsubasa inwardly jeered with the frustration of doing such a thing to his friend! But they had no other choice… FINE, FINE. I'LL DO IT!
Eh? You really will? ……….disgusting… I didn't know you even had the guts….
Still irritated and upset, Tsubasa marched towards Neo-Wakabayashi and then heaves a perturbed breath. " T-taro!" his voice shook, which took a radical turn to his angered exterior " You go back! I'll get Genzo myself!"
" But Tsubasa, I thought we're in this together." Voiced Taro with confusion, and utter consternation of the pose his friend adapted.
" I'll get Genzo, really! P-Please—" his voice was pleading rather than ordering. " I'll be back in awhile."
Tsubasa… Still baffled, Taro slightly nodded to him. " Okay. If you say so…" He disappeared in a blinding flash of light.
Tsubasa gritted his teeth as he propelled Genzo's head below his. The flush now furiously reddened Tsubasa, who was still fully incredulous of what will happen next… He was about to do something that might've shocked the whole world into knowing. He was actually doing something inappropriate to what real boys would do! But it was the only thing he can do to rescue Genzo!
" AHH DARN IT!" scowled Tsubasa with finality, feeling his heart skip a beat. " I'M SO SORRY, GENZO!"
Closing his eyes fully, Tsubasa instantly pressed his chaste lips upon Genzo's cold ones. Pressing deeper, Tsubasa didn't think twice to enter in a trance to rescue his friend.
The burning intensity of silence pounded on Tsubasa, when suddenly, his vision blurred white. He didn't know what happened or what had been done…
Genzo…The furious yells were aching in Tsubasa's head— Genzo's yells of help. The teen was directly trying to reach for Tsubasa. Expectantly waiting… reaching up...
And soon, he felt himself being caught in the waves of reality and imagination…
What was like a few seconds felt like eternity for Tsubasa never knew what he was going to do. It was his first entering a trance, but rescuing a soul trapped inside a mind, was obviously difficult work.
Before long, Tsubasa perceived sounds… weird sounds…
It was austere and all the more strange, like a moaning person. He slowly opens his eyes.
Are his eyes beguiling him? Only after a few seconds of registering some view, he can now see a pair of ebony eyes glaring back at him with utter shock and disgust.
" OH GROSS!"At that instant, he pulled away with a wan face. He choked and choked and wiped his mouth at the sleeve of his coat. At the far end, Genzo was doing the very same thing.
"FUCKING JEEZ, TSUBASA!" groaned Genzo in a terrified and sickened face. " YOU COULD'VE PULLED AWAY! DAMN IT!"
Tsubasa's face ridded the blush but he felt bad. He can still even feel the other teen's lips weighing down at his. " I—I'm so sorry, Genzo!" he diffidently apologized. " But at least I rescued you!"
" Damn it…" Genzo moaned, ignoring Tsubasa's second statement. "…Ruining my chance for first kiss! And I was planning for it on a GIRL! NOT YOU!"
But the presence of another figure struck them. Across the blank area, there lay Genzo's ego, fully materialized in the doppelganger's body. It was calmly breathing—like a real human.
" That's him?"
Tsubasa nodded and forged a smile " Good thing he's still down! Taro and I actually used our soccer skills along with magic—we formed the Golden Twin Shot."
" Well, that's power fused with magic. A standard combination in the world of magic." States Genzo to Tsubasa " You and Taro packed a really fucking good punch."
He slightly winced while holding his chest, remembering the pain. When suddenly, his standing faltered as blood started to drip at the corner of his mouth.
" Genzo!" gasped a very guilty Tsubasa as he quickly helped his friend up " I'm so sorry—"
" Stop it!" bellowed Genzo in an enraged voice " It was good you did that! If it weren't for it, you wouldn't have rescued me! So stop being such a worry ass."
The Nankatsu Captain bit his lip and laid Genzo down the ground. " We'll get us out of here along with your nasty ego."
Genzo just grinned a reply " Oh shut up. Ego or not, he's still one part of me. Still, can you convince Ken to get that guy in me?"
" Well, he isn't much of a threat—" mumbled Tsubasa before he nodded with conclusiveness. " Okay. Will do."
The sweeping silence entered in Hamburg dormitories at the moment Karl Heinz Schneider stepped foot in it. Its enriching and profound design of century old German architecture fused with the gothic trance of destruction amazed his still glory. Making this a part of his housing was a good idea. It was just strange that he had half a mind to go to the dorms. Slowly, he strolls down the hallways, soon reaching a pair of large oak doors with silver knobs.
Schneider glances curiously at the knobs. " The dorm…" He slips his black gloves on his white, sleek fingers before he turns the knob. Such bittersweet memories…
It was quiet and it still reeked of Genzo's once known presence. Grimacing, he looks at Genzo's quarters. A simple European lamp stood on a counter. Beside the lamp lay the goalkeeper's favorite cap. Schneider clearly remembers him telling his stories about Tsubasa's genius to the others. Besides that, he also remembered him sleeping at the lower portion of the double-decked bed, insisting that he might fall in his sleep.
It was a bitter cold night of November as Genzo lay down on the rugged floor with the others. They satisfied themselves with a couple stashes of potato chips and Heineken while telling exciting stories..
' I'm telling you! All the things that sprout on your mouth are Tsubasa this! Tsubasa that!' annoyed Karltz in his thick German accent, all the more maddening Genzo.
The teen just grinned and spoke back in a skilled German lingo' It's because Tsubasa is the best! You all are going to have a difficult match with him! I swear!'
' 'Sez who!' snorted an arrogant generic player residing within the circle.
' Says Wakabayashi.' Spoke Schneider who all of a sudden barges in the discussion. He strictly waves a German Sports Magazine in their faces as he continued ' Maybe Genzo's right. Maybe Tsubasa IS worth of a challenge. Can you recall a foreign player ever being mentioned in this magazine?'
Karltz gawks as Schneider lets them read the article. Surprisingly, it was in a small, latter statement by Coach Mikami, trainer of Genzo:
…Europe shall be shown that they are not the only country worthy enough to stand at the top. Because the Japan Team and their genius captain, Tsubasa Oozora, has the ambition of making Japan win the world cup…
Genzo amazingly had the hard time to stifle a grin ' see? What'd I tell you!'
Soon, all the players around the circle started having doubts.
'His very sight is disturbing... I want to strangle him…'
Schneider only managed an abhorrent face, standing in such a distance against Genzo's back. And the only person who has seen him was Dieter Muller.
Schneider shakes his head, trying to force out the mind grating memories. He threateningly approaches Genzo's bed and clutches the teen's favorite white cap. " I'll get you—" he grudgingly crushes it…" for sure…"
But suddenly, he turns around. Someone's in the room… or something…
He warily scans the room, trying to pick up anything suspicious. Nothing. He quickly inspects Genzo's bed and found nothing suspicious. He pushes the mattress aside but only sees Japan Sports Magazines, and albums— apparently anything but suspicious. But what's this feeling!
He quickly looks in the goalkeeper's drawers, flipping out the clothes and unnecessary objects. He finds none—except for a couple of buried pictures, one with him and his last team and second with his family. This angered him enough. Why does he sense a foreboding leak of aura? Where is it coming from? It disguised the whole room, but where was the source? Certainly it's not coming from Genzo's part—but absolutely not his.
" Where would our arrogant goalkeeper hide something so important he doesn't want us to see?" Schneider incoherently mumbles while shooting looks across the room. Supposed it something more important than mere letters or photos or…
" NO! I-It can't be!" He gasped and adjusts his look back on the teen's bed. Beckoning his gargantuan gauntlets, he furiously rips across the teen's mattress. He finds nothing except cotton, feathers and whatnot.
Grabbing the cabinets, he quickly draws it out, and flips across volumes clothing. At the bottom, he finds a small leather notebook. And fortunately, the lock was open. A smile broadened on Schneider's face as he flipped across the notebook on a tagged page.
He noticed it was the second to his last.
May 29.
The day had been terrible. Schneider came by flailing in a temper I didn't know he had. And somehow, whenever we managed to look at each other, he would either drop a sarcastic cough or an evil look. He was probably in a bad mood since we less talked that day. Karltz also had trouble dealing with him, and the only person who can seem to approach him was Muller! Schneider was like a different person—a different being—as I sensed.
Schneider paused, as he looked at the paragraph below.
I can't get rid of this thing I found years ago…Frankly, it looked like a golden nimbus or halo and what's strange about it is that whenever I put it over my head, it would always seem to fit— even now. It looked normal today, though a bit darker than usual…
Halo? Mused Schneider as the whiff of suspiciousness conquered him. And then he began to read the goalkeeper's last entry.
May 30.
I'm starting this entry earlier because of the random training schedules Schneider has given us this May. Today however, I didn't see him and neither did the others. I wonder how he's feeling. Muller is also a bit over the weather today and I can't help but feel a distant relationship tearing us. I hope nothing may go wrong—even at the time when I'm about to schedule my earliest flight to Japan to see Tsubasa.
Speaking of Tsubasa, I've received a letter from Sanae long ago, telling me of Tsubasa current and very ominous condition. She also wrote it wasn't good to speak of it on a letter. She just mentioned Tsubasa nearly dying. Yes, at first, I wanted the earliest flight to see my friend. I was very panicky and subtle—so much that the others think I'm into Tsubasa (gross! Blegh…).
I need to go, because Muller just told me that the training's about to begin. Wish Schneider some luck because he's been too violent—
Schneider ripped the last part out of a paroxysmal rage. As he read other parts, he barely mentioned about the halo and where he is hiding it. Knowing that this won't do any help, he quickly tucked the notebook under his blue military pants overlapping his knee-high boots.
But at the moment he strides outside the dorms, he quietly chuckles feeling a gust of wind strike his path " Muller, I'm glad you're here."
An ENORMOUS shadow emerges in the darkness, with eyes full of alertness and a harsh lip sustaining his grim attitude " Oh Schneider… I didn't know you had the time to travel all the way here."
Schneider gracefully pivoted around and played in a nasty smile " You didn't know? Heaven's Fujutsu five is present here in Hamburg."
" Shut up! I can't believe you played me in this Schneider!"
The German captain only chuckles under his breath " I didn't play you. I only asked you. And you sold your soul to me for it."
Muller winced painfully at how Schneider made it sound… As if he belongs to him…
Schneider slowly stretches out his hands as a powerful black aura was suddenly emitted all over his arms. Gradually, a pair of gargantuan gauntlets reappeared. He smirks at the moment he saw Muller's desperate eyes look around for escape.
" I sense you want to be finished here, Muller. Your work in this world has apparently—" he smirks and licks his lips "—been overdue…"
And the first thing that Muller thought was escape to the nearest route. Schneider wanted to kill him out of amusement, no less. And Muller had every ounce of reason not to die at this very moment. The oblivious German whacko is obviously abusing his soul just because of being direct with the person he loathed most. Muller only smirked and started picking something in his pocket.
Schneider's eyebrows knitted in question when the goalie suddenly revealed what was in his pocket… Even being in the shadows, the circular object was clear as the sun to Schneider's very eyes.
" T-The Tiara of Glory!" screeched Schneider in shock as Muller grinned and assumed in a position of throwing it on the ground with full force. Muller's brute force (and inhuman height) was known around the German Team; even the sound of his name brings chills down Elsa's spine.
" Take a step and I'll destroy this!" he threatened while inching to the nearest window. The Heaven's Fujutsu Objects were very fragile objects not to be handed very violently. Only at the moment they have sheltered within a person's aura will it amplify and spread into a very powerful power. Even at this very moment, the Tiara of Glory's untapped power was gradually seething out.
Schneider found himself frozen on his poise. He was given direct orders by Lucifer to bring the Fujutsu Objects to him—and failing him is the only thing that feared him the most. " How dare you, Muller! Give it to me and I'll release you! I give you my word as Captain!"
" Shut up, Schneider." scowled Muller stolidly, his grip on the halo already shaking " Your word as Captain of the German team already staked lower! What are you again? One of Hell's Fujutsu five?"
Schneider faltered back, causing Muller to growl " You tricked me, Karl Heinz Schnei—"
A long spear penetrated Muller's body. The German Captain took the ample time to let Muller go with his sermon before he struck the annoying teen with a dark poisoned spear. The blood started to flow through the stab wound. Soon, the crimson blood scattered into a big pool around Muller…
" Any last words before I strike you dead?" sneered Schneider with maniacal delight.
" Y-you cheat…" choked Muller in response. " Why the hell would you not tell me? Why didn't you tell me that you're with—LUCIFER!?"
Schneider laughs. His laugh was maniacal—and must be the weirdest laugh you ever heard at the face of this earth... " Come ON, Muller my dear mate. You would still follow me even if I didn't tell you!"
Muller didn't spare him a look and violently spats on Schneider's lustrous boot.
" You're wrong on that bit, Karl…" he chuckles.
And he knew very well—that this was the very last line he was ever to speak…
To be continued…
A/N: I'm in silence. And I'm very guilty. I didn't want you guys waiting. So—I dearly promise—that with the ample time I have at school, I would finish this story. Oh and by the way, this has a part two.
- Dieter Muller is from Road to Dream/2002. He's the most enormous guy I've seen in Captain Tsubasa.
-Gyaa. I've already included the stuff that Ken told to Hyuga and Bas. Yeah, it's a freaking kiss for us, but it's their way of letting their minds be in deep sync that kind of hibby-jibby.
-Genzo keeps a diary. Pfft, in GIRL language it's diary, but in his MANLY language it's called a journal… yeah right, mate.
Woops, I guess I can be pretty stupid... putting stuff you already understand in the A./Ns. Ha.ha.ha. I'm stating the obvious.
So, please review. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE!
