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yeah i dont own captain tsubasa

Chapter 9: Her Voice

She could not believe how fast she started to be familiar with him again. Just after their talk from three days ago, it seemed like he never left at all. They could talk without filling in the silence again. She could look directly into him without breaking into a red tomato, she could laugh with normally, as if he was there for all the timed he missed.

But her heart never failed to beat fast whenever he smiled at her.

They were all walking back home again, their usual chatter and antics were present yet again. But, there was something that Ayame said that caught her attention.

"So, when are your try-outs for regulars," she asked Misaki, who she was walking alongside with.

"Ah, I'm surprised you know about that Kiseki-san?" he replied.

"Just call me Ayame," she reminded. "I'm half American. Calling me by last name feels weird. It's like you're asking for a miracle but got me instead. Anyway, if you're cousin's with the girl who made it a living to take care of 'her boys', you tend to know these kinds of things."

"'Her boys?'" Misaki voiced out.

Ayame rolled her eyes. "These bunch of idiots," she pointed to the said bunch.

"We're not idiots!" They all denied.

"Right," Ayame snorted, "You're Sanae's idiots."

"Ayame!" she hissed at her cousin.

"What?" Ayame retorted. "It's not like they were denying it. Besides, you're the one who made the charm with 'Anego's Boys' written on it."

"Shut up!" she could only exclaim in frustration. She was hoping that no one brought that up. Now who knows what they would be thinking of her now.

"Why don't we have one?" Wakabayashi asked as Izawa showed his charm to him. "Aren't we technically part of 'your boys' too?" He turned to her with a smirk.

"I was wondering about that myself," Misaki added. He was looking at the one Morisaki was showing him. "I want one. Then, if I'm wondering why I can't hear your voice cheering for us, then I just have to find this and remember that wherever you are, you're still supporting us."

That made her fluster and look down to hide her face. "It's just a charm," she mumbled.

"Yeah, but having your support means a lot us," Tsubasa said to her. "It feels different when you're not cheering for us."

She looked up to him slowly, and when she saw that smile again, her heart started to beat fast again. Would this ever stop?

"Thanks, I guess," she answered as she looked away from him with a small smile. "I- I'll get to your charms soon. It's easy to make anyway."

"Awesome! Thanks."

She only nodded her head as they all continued to walk. Ayame, being the nosy person that she is, continued to pester Misaki about the try-out match for them.

"It's supposed to be tomorrow," he answered. "But, Takano-buchou said he wanted to do something different instead of just playing with the non-regular upperclassmen. I think he's adding some of the second year regulars in the team against ours."

Takano-senpai's adding in the second year regulars? Oh dear.

"Wow," Ayame breathed out. "If he's adding in those people, then he has high hopes for you guys."

"Of course, buchou would have high hopes for them!" Ishizaki exclaimed. "We've been telling him about them forever and he's excited to see them out on the field."

"We're not that great," Misaki humbly denied. "We still have lots to learn."

"No, you guys have a lot of potential already," Ayame countered. "Akane-buchou and Takano-senpai have the same way of picking out regulars. They weed out the people who they think would bring the team down and replace them with those who can bring victory to the team. Sanae and I have been there. Even those three," she pointed to the Shuutetsu trio, who nodded in agreement, "were put on the same thing as you guys are going to be."

"But, isn't that kind of horrible?"

"All teams want to win," Ayame retorted, "And some people will do whatever it takes to obtain that."

Wakabayashi snorted. "Whatever," he said nonchalantly. "I know I'll do my very best. I want to against Hyuuga again, and no upperclassmen will get in my way."

That caused Ayame to smile and punch Wakabayashi in the arm, who cried out in pain.

"That's the spirit," she said. "Then, I could see if the boys aren't exaggerating how great you guys are on field."

"Oh, you'll be surprised."

"I'd better be."

All the others started to laugh and joke around again. She smiled for a few for moments, before a frown took its place.

She was worried for their game tomorrow. Oh, she knew that they could defeat the upperclassmen in the position as regulars. It's just that, those second years were terrible. Unlike their counterparts in the girls' team, who could accept defeat in complete acceptance, those boys couldn't. She could never trust in them. Not when they messed with Taki's shoes a month ago to sabotage his chances of being a regular. She almost barged in there and punch those assholes' faces herself if it wasn't for Akane-buchou stopping her, telling her that it wasn't her business. She obeyed begrudgingly.

They were lucky that the three were picked as regulars, because if they didn't she would really talk to Takano-senpai about this and they could kiss their soccer dreams goodbye because she would break all their legs into pieces, along with their family jewels.

No one messes with her boys, and if they did, then welcome to hell.

She couldn't help but worry about those three, because she knew that whatever those unfair upperclassmen do to those three, she'll go on a rampage.

Hopefully, these three boys could take care of themselves.

She kept on missing again, which sucks because everyone knew she was worried about something again. It would have been fine if she was the only one messing up, but for some reason it was affecting everyone. It's like her nerves wanted other people's nerves to be as tensed as they were.

"Mou, Sanae-chan, you need to calm down," Chieko-senpai complained. "You're messing up my vibe here!"

"Ehehe," she chuckled nervously, "Sorry, senpai. I'm trying but some reason I just can't."

"What's gotten into anyway," Rinko-senpai asked as she walked towards her.

She heard Ayame snicker from beside her. "She's worried about her boys," her cousin told them. "The three new ones have their regular try-outs today and she's getting anxious about it."

"Ayame!" she growled. "Shut up!"

"Is that so?" Akane-buchou asked as she finally got there.

She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded slowly. "I'm just worried that some of the upperclassmen would the same thing they did to Taki-kun."

"Especially if Tsubasa-kun got hurt."

She turned back to her cousin with a glare. "One more word Ayame and I'll change the Wi-Fi password."

"Shutting up now."

"Aww," Chieko-senpai gave her a hug and stroked her head in a way a mother does to a child. "Shhh, poor baby. Don't worry I'm sure your boys will be okay."

"Sanae-chan did say that they're great soccer players, right?" Shiori asked her.

She nodded while biting her lower lip again. "Yeah, b-but still."

Akane-buchou gave out a sigh that caught their attention.

"Fine," she said, a little annoyed. "I'll end practice early today so you can watch them."

She felt her whole mood brighten.

"But that's only for today," her captain added. "There will be no next time."

She gave a huge smile to Akane and bowed. "Hai! I promise this will be the last time. Thank you!"

She stood up and ran towards the club room, ignoring the chuckles and laughs that they gave out. She needed to get to the boys' soccer field as fast as she could. The game should still have at least 15 minutes left in the second half. She could make it.

She only got her bag and put on her sweatshirt before she ran straight to the other field. When she got there, she looked at the scoreboard first. It read: 1-1. Damnit, what are those three doing? They should have at least three goals by now. The upperclassmen they were against weren't even that great. Why are they having such a hard time against them?

She turned towards the boys and saw that Misaki-kun was limping, probably a sprained ankle. Wakabayashi-kun's one hand was missing a glove and bleeding really bad. Tsubasa didn't seem like hurt at all, but he was panting really hard. Their teammates seemed to have lost all hope in winning.

She gritted her team, and without her noticing, she opened her mouth and screamed.

"Come on guys, I know you can do it!"

He wiped the sweat off his forehead his head. These upperclassmen were tough. Well, not really tough. They just liked to play dirty. From the beginning of the match, no, even before that, he knew they had something planned. The other guys told him that these upperclassmen were ruthless, even messing with Taki's cleats to mess him up.

He was prepared for that. He wasn't even surprised when he found his shoes missing and had to borrow Ishizaki's. It was a little loose, but he could work with it.

He thought that was the end of it, but once the match started, they attacked again.

Five minutes into the game, they tackled Misaki that had him roll his ankle and sprain it. They all asked if he was alright, and him being Misaki, said that he was fine. He could still play. As his teammate, he wanted him to sit this game down, but one look from his friend told him that Misaki would see his game till the end. He honored that decision and let him continue. They scored the first goal of the match.

The upperclassmen didn't seem to like that and attacked fiercer than before. At the beginning of the second half, when the other team was trying a goal, Wakabayashi almost had the ball as he dived for it, but they kicked still it. That earned Wakabayashi a missing glove and a bleeding hand. Being the stubborn guy that he is, he didn't even want bandages for his hand and instead glared at the second year who kicked it, who only smirked in return.

Tsubasa turned towards their captain, who only watched silently as the game continues on. They met eyes and soon he turned around ready to play again. Fine. If he's not going to do anything about it, then so be it. They'll win this game for sure.

So, here he was now, panting as he stood to watch the other team was complaining about again. Something about how one of his teammates, another first year, apparently hurt him while tackling.

They were probably trying to waste time. There was only 15 minutes left in the game. Usually, he would think that that would be a lot of time left, but seeing that both Wakabayashi and Misaki were injured, and his other teammates have lost their hope already. Ishizaki and others weren't in his team, probably a tactic made by Takano-buchou so they would be bound. His shoes were also starting to bother his, probably because he wasn't used to them.

He gritted his teeth. How was going to get over this obstacle?

"What's wrong first year?" a second year, one of the regulars, provoked. "I thought you were supposed to be a soccer genius?"

The other upperclassmen snickered along with him.

Misaki, who he didn't even notice walk towards him, laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't mind him Tsubasa-kun," he said.

He only nodded silently.

"If I just didn't injure my ankle," Misaki started. "Maybe I could have done more."

He shook his head. "You've already done more than you think. Playing with an injury is really hard. Besides, it's not your fault."

"But, still," Misaki said as he looked towards the second years. "What are we going to do with them?"

As they both contemplated on how they're going to figure this out, they heard a voice, specifically a voice they thought they wouldn't hear today.

Her voice.

"Come on guys, I know you can do it!"

They turned towards the side and saw her. Her hair was a mess, and her sweatshirt looked like it was hastily put on. Her chest heaved up and down, a sign that she must have ran to get there as fast as she could.

She was cheering for them.

He and Misaki shared a smile.

"You heard the lady!" Wakabayashi screamed at them. "Don't let her down now!"

Misaki chuckled from beside him. "So, Anego's here," he remarked. "It'd be embarrassing if the first game she watched of us playing and we lost."

"We can't have that now can't we?" He replied.

He offered his fist to Misaki. "Let's do this," he said.

Misaki's fist met his. "Let's do it."

They got into position, and when the whistle ran, he quickly stole the ball under their opponent's feet and ran past every one of them. Misaki ran alongside him, waiting until he passed the ball to him. Wakabayashi was there, still guarding the goal and shouting encouragements.

Someone tried to tackle the ball away from him, but he passed it quickly to Misaki. They continued to pass it between them until they reach the opponent's goal. He prepared to shoot a goal, when he heard someone.

"Don't let him get a point!" one of the upperclassmen screamed at their goalie, who was also one of the regulars. The goalie jumped to stop his kick, but he passed it to Misaki in the last minute, who dived and scored them another goal.

They're spirited were all renewed when the whistle resounded for call their goal. Their teammates huddled around him and Misaki as they all celebrated their goal.

The upperclassmen could only look in shock and fear, knowing that they were going to be decimated by them in the last minutes of the game.

He turned towards where she was, happy to see the huge smile on her face. If it wasn't for her, he didn't know what they would have done. It truly was different without hearing her voice cheering for them.

In the last ten minutes of the game, they continued to score goal after goal.

The match ended with them winning 4-1.

End chapter

AN: Mama Anego strikes again! And the other senpais as well. So i had them three work for their position a little. I think that the male senpais wouldn't give their positions as regulars to measly first years, and transfer students at that. Lowerclassmen are supposed to serve their upperclassmen, according to tradition. So I guess I made the upperclassmen meaner than I thought they would be. But, all's well with Sanae cheering for them. They decimated the other team.

So yeah, next chapter involves Sanae, Tsubasa, and Daichi. Cuteness overload

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