SailorStar9: Nya? Chapter 30 goes up and only one review!

Kakashi: Remember kids, mind your language and you'll go far!

SailorStar9: Aren't you running late?

Kakashi: (Eyes widen and he dashes for the door)

SailorStar9: I wonder...did I turn off the traps today? (The sound of machinegun fire, laser cannons and Chainsaws start up) ...meh.

Disclaimers: I own nothing, well except the pairing.

Chapter 31: Elaborate Direction

"Misaki." Pierre voiced, once the Japanese team exited from their transport. "Let's fight it out in this game as we said."

"Yeah." Misaki agreed.

"Let's do it." Pierre reached out his hand, which Misaki took, the two rivals exchanging a handshake. "Tsubasa Oozora." He looked over Misaki's shoulder. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you." Tsubasa returned.

"Master Pierre." His assistant voiced. "The president is here to see you. Let me take you over."

"I know." Pierre nodded. "See you later." He told the Japanese team.

"The French president is here." Ryo gawked. "Really? Amazing."

Pierre El Cid. Tsubasa mused.

"The game with Pierre should happen in mid-field." Ami noted.

"Yeah." Tsubasa agreed.

In the stadium…

"Germany won, 6 to 1." Ryo blinked at the result of the German vs. Uruguay game.

"Wakabayashi." Schneider stated. "You're not going to be in today's game? You're fighting the French. Don't let your guard down. See you in the final, Wakabayashi."

"Some people never change." Ami noted amusedly.

"German's young player, Schneider." Ryo mused. "'See you in the final.'" He quoted. "So that means we'll win?"

"We 'must win'." Genzo corrected.

In the audience…

"Pierre, go!" the fan-girls squealed, one of them tossing a rose into the grass. "Ah…" the girls gushed, once Pierre picked up the flower, giving them a grin. "Pierre is so cute."

On the bench…

"Crap, fan-girls." Ami muttered, wincing at the squealing. "I really should have brought ear-plugs."

On the field…

Misaki, I finally get to play you. Pierre grinned, both teams taking their positions.

Pierre, I've been waiting for this moment. Misaki mused.

It's starting. Tsubasa readied himself.

The match started with the French team on the offensive.

Pierre caught his teammate's pass and headed for the goal, with Misaki charging at him.

I'm here, Pierre. Misaki prepared to confront his rival.

Come on, Misaki. Pierre accepted the challenge.

"Take that!" Hyuuga slide-tackled in, with Pierre jumping to dodge the attack.

"Okay." Misaki took to the air, both rivals decking it out in mid-air.

"Misaki." Matsuyama warned.

"Pierre." Napoleon called.

"What?" Pierre gasped when Tsubasa cut in, stealing the ball.

"Tsubasa." Misaki beamed.

Tsubasa. Pierre blinked.

"Beautiful, Tsubasa." Hyuuga took off.

"Come on." Tsubasa declared, dodging a slide-tackle and bypassing a second mid-fielder, before weaving through the French defense line. "Okay." He readied his shot and fired his 'Drive Shot', the ball flying into the net.

Tsubasa Oozora, Taro Misaki. Pierre mused. I have a present for you.

The match restarted, with Pierre possessing the ball, Napoleon charging from the right.

"Here goes." Napoleon caught the pass.

"Not a chance." Soda dashed up.

I'm getting the point back. Napoleon swore.

"Pass." Pierre voiced from the back. "Pass it back, Napoleon."

"You want me to pass?" Napoleon demanded, when Soda came at him with a slide-tackle. Left with no choice, he passed the ball back to Pierre. "Damn, you fouled."

"What?" Soda glared.

"The game continues." The referee declared.

Not a chance. Misaki closed in.

Stop! Ryo came in. "I got it." He pulled a slide-tackle. Huh? Disappeared? He gaped when Pierre leapt over. "Ouch!" he screamed, crashing into Misaki.

Don't tell me my little trick has already scared you. Pierre taunted, charging straight for the goal. My soccer… performance has just begun. He sped up. This is my present, 'Slider Shot'. He released his shot.

Judging the ball's course, Wakashimazu jumped. Got it. He then gaped when the ball curved downwards, millimeters from his outstretched hand and into the net.

Just then, the referee's whistle sounded.

"Soda, stop." Jito pulled the defender back.

"He started it first." Soda snapped.

"Calm down." One of the French mid-fielders pulled Napoleon back, when the referee pulled out a yellow card.

Damn. Napoleon cursed.

"Calm down." Matsuyama cautioned.

"Okay." Soda relented.

"Sorry guys." Misaki apologized. "I should have watched Pierre. And letting Pierre make that shot."

"Hey, it's only the beginning." Tsubasa reminded. "It's only 1 to 1."

"Yeah, that's right." Matsuyama agreed. "Let's show them by getting another point."

"Wakashimazu." Hyuuga snapped the keeper from his musing. "I'm gonna get this point back."

"Hyuuga." Wakashimazu gaped. I… yesterday's game with Argentina too… putting the winning aside, I was too easy on Diaz. I'm so useless. Why keep me as the goalkeeper? Why isn't Wakabayashi on the field?

On the bench…

Wakashimazu, you lack international experience. Genzo mused. Only by facing the obstacle, will you strength be brought out. I know you're frustrated, but you must conquer that.

"Crap, coach, we forgot to consider in one more factor." Ami told Mikami. "And that problem might be exploited."

"Problem, Mizuno?" Mikami questioned.

"Foul trouble." Ami stated plainly.

On the field…

"Let's do it, Misaki." Tsubasa told his partner.

"Ok, Tsubasa." Misaki agreed.

The 'Golden Combo' weaved through the French team with their passes.

"Hyuuga." Tsubasa made his pass forward.

"Here goes." Hyuuga caught the pass and charged. "I'm the only person who can score from here. What?" he gaped when Pierre stole the ball.

I'm the one who'll win and fight Schneider at the final. Pierre swore. Misaki, I'm sorry. He looked at the charging mid-fielder. But I'm not giving the ball to you.

Pierre. Misaki focused, both rivals meeting head-on, with Pierre winning the fight for the ball.

With Misaki left behind, Tsubasa met Pierre frontally.

"Catch, Napoleon!" Pierre made an overhead pass to his teammate.

"I got it!" Napoleon jumped, Soda closing in.

"Not a chance!" Soda knocked the ball off with a header, his elbow hitting Napoleon's cheek and Wakashimazu saved the ball.

"Alright." Wakashimazu noted, when the whistle sounded, the referee came forward, flashing a yellow card at Soda.

"How?" Soda muttered. "How can it be? I didn't do it on purpose. Why am I removed from the game?"

"Calm down." Ryo chided; him and Matsuyama pulling the enraged defender back.

"Why am I removed from the game?" Soda demanded. "I didn't do anything!"

"That's not fair." Ryo agreed.

"Referee." Tsubasa stepped forward. "Soda didn't do it on purpose. Soda's elbow barely touched him. We can't accept the ruling."

"Tsubasa…" Misaki muttered.

Omake

The Melodrama of Uzumaki Naruto

Naruto had just defeated the Six Paths of Pain, thwarting the Akatsuki Invasion of Konoha.

Now all that remained was the final, epic confrontation with the (seemingly) omnipotent, omniscient mastermind behind it all.

"You're Nagato?" Naruto gulped incredulously.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," he whispered under his breath.

Whatever Naruto may have been expecting, a petite 16-year old girl in a sailor uniform was most assuredly not it.

"That is correct," the diminutive girl replied in a crisp monotone voice. "My name is Nagato Yuki; I am here to observe."

It was like pulling teeth (with a pair of rusty pliers), but further questioning eventually revealed that Nagato's 'mission' was to find and observe the one who had the power to change the world.

This was, of course, a story Naruto was intimately familiar with. And it immediately set alarm bells ringing inside the boy's head.

"You're not a fan-girl, are you?" Naruto narrowed his blue eyes suspiciously.

He had already had as much as he could stand of the painfully shy, quiet fan-girl type.

"'A fongul'?" Parroting the uncouth boy's thickly-accented speech uncertainly, Nagato's eyes went momentarily blank. "Accessing."

"No; such activities were not a part of my original programming;" she finally continued. "The local use of Italian-American colloquialisms was also considered to have an extremely low degree of probability."

"I am a humanoid interface," she offered, by way of clarification. "Created by the Data Integration Thought Entity."

Cricket sounds in the background; a dull look on Naruto's face. A tumbleweed bounced down the dusty street, caught up by an errant gust of wind.

"That's cool," he nodded sagely after a moment, understanding every third word. "So, you've come here to observe me?"

"Do you have godlike powers?" the artificial human responded, seeking verification.

Her stoic expression had not changed one iota, and her voice maintained that same aggravating monotone quality; yet somehow… her whole demeanor just screamed 'skeptical'.

"Fuck," Naruto growled. "You're looking for that asshole Sasuke, aren't you?"

SailorStar9: Crossover Fics: check.

If you haven't read the 'Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya' light novels, you are seriously missing out.

Kakashi: Pretty sure no-one wants to know.

SailorStar9: Who asked you? (Pushes a button)

Kakashi: (Winces, only to blink as he realizes nothing happened)...I'm alive?

?: YEEEOUUUHH! (Chainsaw noise!)

Kakashi: (Turns around in alarm, just as Dr. Salvador brings his chainsaw onto his neck) GGGGYYAAAAA-!

SailorStar9: (Shielded from the blood by a barrier jutsu) Prompt as always...(tosses him a sack of bullion) Keep the change.

Dr. Salvador: YEEOUH! (Cheers with Chainsaw over his head.)

R&R or have an appointment with the good Doctor!