Akari: Da, it's me. I did promise you guys a chapter. And I'm sorry! I know I have been absent for one month and you guys are complaining about rereading this entire story again, but please, understand that what I'm doing is for the best. Let's continue on!
Disclaimer: I know I haven't done this a long time, but I don't own Inazuma Eleven, just my OCs and the plot. (Though, if I did. GouFubu is the couple I'm going to make! Hehe~ Okay, now I'm just being scary, but whatever, you guys know my antics!)
You're not alone
Chapter 9: Alternate Sides
Araki Saichi laid motionlessly on his bed with his arms and legs spread out. He easily shifted to his sides, crumpling up the plain shirt that he wore, a sad look crossed over his face.
Just seven more days.
Yes, seven days left before he would move back to his apartment. After that, he never want to see another hospital again or doctor for that matter. He hated this place, no, the word 'hate' would be too extreme and rude since hospitals existed for the laws of health and saving lives, 'dislike' would be a more appropriate term for describing his anger. He could hear the occasional cries, either from pained or scared or newborn baby cries where they conduct the so-called birth for humanity. The stench of blood and antiseptic was awful and more sipped into his temporary ward. The sounds of thump thump from beneath him and sometimes, if he concentrated and shut out any other sounds, he would hear moans and groans from disable people who just recently got into an accident or incident who had one part of their body paralysed or maybe due to be cut off soon.
His apartment was small, rented on the fifth floor and beside an abandoned room that an old lady used to stay there once, until she moved away. No one ever bothered to take a glance at it, since time had taken it from time to time, but he concluded that the place was far more better than this. Maybe he would have chosen a haunted house over a hospital.
He moved his right leg and lifted up into air as he inspected the injury that took place four years ago during his first ever Football Frontier—and his last. He remembered the pain that enveloped him and the stingy feeling at the back of his mind. He might have appeared fully composed, but he knew at that moment when his world shattered, he was screaming in his head and had prevented himself from thrashing around while the paramedics lifted him onto a stretcher. Passing out before even arriving the hospital.
Just few months ago his rehabilitation had finally completed to the last stage. He would have left after that week, but his release kept rescheduled for months until they had finally confirmed that one week would be his escape out of this dumpster. He shuddered at the memory of running some blood tests and taking in weird coloured-liquids and medication didn't help at all. Nurses had commented how 'well-tamed' he had been during their check-up on him and he almost spat at them for their wordings. He was not an animal for god's sake. On the plus side, people would have rather died or screamed at everyone and flailed around until doctors would inject them with drugs to maintain their insanity. True, he was consider a rare specimen for keeping quiet and listening to advices.
Araki sat up and pulled out a book from under his bed. Adjusting his pillow, he leaned back. He began scanning the pages throughly, a grin plastered on his face as he flipped from page to page. "I hope I can get the latest edition…" he mumbled to himself.
He stopped when he heard the knob clicked and a small 'excuse me'. That's weird, who would be visiting at this time of hour? Fukumi? But he hadn't met the kid four years ago during the place where everything took place. Kakita, his childhood friend, had kept him updated about his team's conditions and how Fukumi refused to even hear his name or speak to him. The door creaked opened slowly, indicating that his visitor was hesitating in his or her actions.
Anxiousness consumed him as he was about to shout 'come in' in order to get this over with, he wanted some peaceful time to himself. When his lips parted for words, he left it unmoved when a furry and rather fluffy extended rear swung out of it's hiding spot, proudly stood wolf ears peaked out from view and finally, a slim young teen stepped out in a graceful movement. Araki widened his eyes as his visitor gave him a warming smile, hands wrapping around a well-handmade arranged bundle of flowers.
The visitor shut the door behind him and resumed to change the flowers from the vase for his. He pulled up a chair near his bedside and sat down with a deadpanned expression as Araki continued to stare at the teen, both surprised and contented. He closed his lips. He wanted to know why his sudden appearance when the boy had not visited him since the last four years with only parting words left behind. But he knew asking something like that would make whatever reason in his visit meaningless. Pushing back his thoughts, he set his book down and naturally allowed a beam to slip from him, greeting, "Hey, O—chibi."
Fubuki smiled and nodded in acknowledgement. "Long time no see, Araki-san," he said. "Sorry for the visit."
"No, I don't mind," Araki said and added, "Actually, now that you're here, I got a ton of questions for you."
"Hm?" Fubuki knew better than to act dumb and pretend that nothing had actually happened. Running away and hiding out gave the impression of giving up and being a coward, but there was another meaning into that. And that's to leave the scar alone, so in which he had inhabited the same problem and situation in the near future, the scar would be a reminder of his mistakes, his failures underlined and mentioned at times. Scars were hideous and sinful, bearing the mark of betrayal or a killer, but to him, scars were just reminders with memories carved onto it and it helped him grew stronger, learn from his errors, accept reality, disallowing any repetition, but it meant never to move on.
"Firstly, what are you doing here, in Kyoto?"
"You must have heard of Aliea Academy, right? Well, turns out I had something to do with them and they sorta came after me."
"Wait—what? You were targeted?" Araki asked incredulously.
"Are. They would have destroyed Hakuren if it weren't for Raimon and Shana." He had emphasized on the 'are' part, reminding him that he still is.
Araki would have went deeper, but first thing's first. "Hakuren? Hokkaido? You're studying in Hokkaido? You guys moved to Hokkaido?"
"It was me who decided to transfer there after graduation. Long story. My parents and siblings are still back at Tokyo," Fubuki said, turning his attention to the stack of novels and books on his desk. A finger gliding down the rough sensation of the volumes' covers.
Araki saw excitement glinting in the latter's eyes as he continued scanning the volumes his friend brought for him just incase he was bored. He silently snickered to himself, funny how the latter's mood would change when it came down to books. "You can have them if you want."
Fubuki fixed his gaze on a page he was reading. "Really?" he asked without looking up.
Araki rubbed his head. "Yeah, sure. I don't read much anyway."
"Really?" Fubuki driven his attention back to Araki, slapping away the protests in his brains about taking another peek in the book, but he wasn't going to spend the last visiting hours by reading. "You're kinda reading a minute ago." For a split second, he saw the other's distorted face before reverting back, coughing into his hand and desperately trying to get rid of the red tint on his face. Fubuki blinked. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, perfectly fine. Never better," was his reply, but Fubuki knew it was short for 'back off'. Fubuki dropped it as Araki smiled at the obedience, noting how aware and careful Fubuki spoke. Looking from head to toe, Araki knew the other had grown a lot, maybe about a few inches, but he was still shorter than average boys. His ear grown though, straighter and gratifying like the alpha male of a wolf pack. His attractive tail was a lot bigger, smoother and if he would run his hands through that, surely his fingers would not get caught up in any split ends at all.
Suddenly, something struck him. He quickly opened up his drawer as his hands scrambled around for his objective. Fubuki watched with interest at his battling hands against messily arrayed papers and drawings. "Ah, here it is!"
Araki handed the envelop to Fubuki. "From who?"
"Not really sure, but she's hot. I mean literally! Girl got woman curves!"
"I see…" Fubuki laughed sheepishly, knowing very well how Araki works.
"Anyway," Araki pointed to the letter, "if you don't want it, you can give it to me." Fubuki pulled the letter away, out of reach from Araki when he realized his hands were one second away from snatching it. Araki pouted and whined, "Aw come on, cut me some slack and hand it over! If it's a love letter, I'll bet you would just throw it away! Talk about wasteful! Girl should have date me, she's throwing away her precious future for some arrogant brat like you!"
None to say, Fubuki was amused with the event. Seeing the glasses wearing brunette begging for mercy while Kogure drew multiple circles with a marker pen onto the action figure. There was the whining about 'My Reina-chan!', Kurimatsu's whimpers at his messed up magazines, Kabeyama's sobs from his drawn face and Haruna's fuming over the misbehaviour of her said interest. Despite meeting and being acquainted in three days, he could see that Haruna and Kogure seriously have an entirely different atmosphere when you looked at them.
He couldn't put a finger on it, but the way they looked at each other was totally different from how the team conversed. The tightness between them wasn't that detectable, unless you studied them from a wild range of angles and compared the differences. Fubuki described as a sprout from the seed beneath the earth.
"We're taking a different route," Hitomiko announced, standing by the end. Her greenish-black bangs swept behind her ear with blue eyes ceasing their fight. "Our next match is in Ehime. I got an e-mail from Hibiki-san, Kabeyama Reiji has escaped and set up True Teikoku Academy."
"Kageyama Reiji?" Fubuki echoed.
"Kageyama Reiji," Shana said. "Vice-president of the Junior High School League Association, commander of Teikoku Academy and the coach of Zeus who came a runner up in this year's Football Frontier."
Shana stared out in space and mumbled, "Victory is everything."
She smirked when Kidou turned to her with an incredulous look. "Stop your concern. Just pick it up from a friend of mine with a big mouth," she frowned, "but to think that Zeus was under someone like him." She shook her head, the ends of her ribbon fluttering gently, her bangs landed back to her forehead. "Such indecent mindset." Her handphone buzzed in the pocket of her jersey. She excused herself as everyone started their own conversation. She snapped her phone opened.
Click.
"Was Teikoku Academy that really strong?" Fubuki asked, leaning to the front from the back seat, taking advantage of the left over time for questioning as they stopped by a store in Ehime. The caravan was empty with only the both of them. "If I'm correct, you guys played against them before?"
"Yeah, they were strong," Someoka replied, recalling back the time when they fought against the strongest challenge they've faced before. "At first, we didn't stand a chance against them, but we kept on training and training until we finally beat them. That's why, whether it's Teikoku Academy or True Teikoku Academy or whatever, we'll never lose! Besides, right now our team has the strongest combination ever."
Fubuki smiled. "I'll praise you for that."
"Wait," Someoka interjected, staring doubtfully at him. "Are you collecting data from me?"
The manager allowed a grin to break out. "It's much more better hearing from someone who faced them before than information from the net. Would you believe in something if you saw it from a picture or from your naked eye?"
The striker scratched his head, scrunching his eyebrows and said, "Of course it would be better to see it for yourself."
Fubuki gave a wink, making an L shape using his thumb and index finger. "Bingo!"
"Man, how long are you going to keep acting like that? Besides, this time it's different. We've never faced True Teikoku Academy before." Someoka continued munching on his rice ball, but noticed something was off about his company. "What's wrong?"
Fubuki must have realized he was frowning. Quickly, he curved up his lips. "I'm moved when you said that, but… are you positive that this time it won't be the same?"
"What—"
Fubuki locked eyes with Someoka, sternness and narrowed eyes searched him for any misshapes. "Tell me, what are the chances that Kidou-kun's teammates won't be deceived again?"
"Who are you?"
The duo cleared out their thoughts from Natsumi's voice. Exchanging worried glances, they contemplated at each others' thoughts, making sure they were both on the same side of action. Without another second to space, they both raced out of the caravan. Jogging the short mile behind the convenient store that looked a lot like Hokkaido's, Fubuki noted. They stumbled upon the team gathered around a brunette while keeping a safe distance. Endou was a little furious by the sidelines.
"Oh, looks like the guest of honour has arrived," Fudou cut off his earlier engaged conversation, deciding to speak of something far more 'amusing'. "I'm Fudou Akio. Nice to meet you."
Heads turned to Fubuki who made a slow attempt of approaching. He was slightly terrified of the idea of being depicted as 'the guest of honour', but nothing unusual on that part either. He was used to nicknames. Have always ignored them, even until this very moment. God, where was Shana when you need her?
Initiating his scan, he checked him from head to toe. When his eyes landed to his chest, a glow appeared before him and warning sighs were given to him, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. No time fussing over this when something big was going to happen. He was getting a headache the longer the energy gave away it's existence. He regained his balance when he nearly tripped. Stopping directly before him, he could hear a few hitched breaths from his teammates.
He ceased his inspection.
Sighing briefly at the much more unoccupied moderation. "Fubuki Shi—"
"I know. I know everything about you." Really, that smirk really annoyed everyone. "Don't take this the wrong way, but aren't you acting a little too tough in front of your team. From the info I've been told, you were less of a hero, and more of a wimp."
"People change from now and then," he gave a firm reply. "You weren't know the feeling. You'll be surprised how you'll get everything on your shoulders once you are pulled into something. But it helps. I've gone through far more than you were told," he challenged back. Truthfully, he wanted to take back his words. What was the point of starting a fight?
"You are far more entertaining than you look."
Fubuki frowned, he wasn't humoured by the comment at all.
"You're a student of True Teikoku Academy, aren't you?" Hitomiko said. "Aren't you the one who's late? Sending that fake e-mail."
"Fake e-mail?" Endou echoed in disbelief.
"The message from Hibiki-san that led us here to Ehime was a fake. I've already checked it out," she reconfirmed. Turning to Fudou, she asked, "Why did you lie about something that could be easily disproven?"
"'If I'd e-mailed you with my name, you wouldn't have bothered to come all the way here. It's because I used Hibiki's name that you went investigating and felt that you should come to Ehime. Am I wrong?' was what you're about to say." Fudou was slightly surprised to see Shana here, waving her phone around.
"Tsubaki," Fudou greeted.
"Fudou," Shana greeted back.
"For you to appear, I'm impressed."
"You have always been a bad liar," Shana retorted. She held up her phone, facing the screen towards Fudou. "Very daring of you to send me a message like this."
Fudou hummed, ducking his head. "Just making sure that this reunion would be a success."
She sighed. "Is that all you care about?"
He hunched his shoulders, doing the concept of a clueless person. "Let's leave it at bay. Right now, I'm just here to invite you guys over to True Teikoku Academy. Kidou Yuuto, we got a few special guests waiting especially for you-your old friends from Teikoku Academy."
Kidou clenched his fists, angered that Kageyama had somehow managed to trick them or Fudou was plainly trying to rub him the wrong way; betrayed that his former teammates—the Teikoku Eleven—had took back their morales of obeying the scum that nearly costed his teammates lives. "That can't be… The Teikoku Eleven had seen firsthand what a scum Kageyama is. That would never obey him!"
"That's right," Endou exclaimed. "They would never do that!"
"Quit trying to fool us with lousy lies," Someoka said, fed up and irritated.
"Huh?" Fudou sneered. "Then maybe I've been seeing things."
"You bastard… who exactly are you saying has joined you?!" Kidou demanded.
"Hey, hey… If I told you now, it wouldn't be much of a surprise. Look forward to it until we get there."
"Saya-nee, I'm hungry," the little girl whined, rubbing her protesting belly.
With her black hair pulled back into a high ponytail, Tsubaki Sayaka smiled down at the cute sight. She crouched down, hugging her. "Lunch will be ready soon after I'm done with the curry. Minori-chan, can you go play with the others? Make sure that none of them destroy the living room before I get back."
Minori, the little girl nodded, scrambling back to the living room.
Sayaka smiled at the little orphan's innocence. Minori was considered the mature sort of four-year-old. Despite not knowing anything about her family, she acted the most responsible out of all of them. It came as a shock to Sayaka that the four years she had brought her up was less stressing. She had met the mother of the child four years ago, who simply passed the child into her arms.
"What do you mean by you're leaving her in my care," said a ten-year-old Sayaka, who looked at the bundle of blankets in her arms, watching as curious bright green eyes stared back at her.
"I can't afford to take her." Similiar green eyes avoided her black ones. "The father of this child is someone else, and I cannot bring myself to go back to him."
"Why can't you just take care of her? I mean, she is still your child."
The woman waved her hand short, sheepishly breaking a small smile. "My husband doesn't agree of another child that doesn't relate to him. Thus, I am handing her over to you. You're the owner of this fine orphanage, right?" She clasped her hands, grinning. "I've heard plenty of rumours about you, Tsubaki-chan! Although you are only a fourth grader, you have a lot of experience handling with children."
"At least… tell me her name." Sayaka didn't know what she was hoping for, but at the very least: a name would be fine.
The woman giggled into her hands. "That's the best part! She doesn't have one!"
And that set Sayaka's heart tightening up in waves of pain.
"You can name her, be my guest. So, please, spare this mother a moment of gratitude from delivering a child."
She felt disgusted all the way through. Ever since she had saw her pleading look from the start. The reason that the parent was applying was just a nice way of throwing her own child away, of getting rid of those innocent orbs. The way she had rolled her tongue out of seduction while handing over the baby had made something inside her snapped. This wasn't funny at all, she wanted to shout in her face. This is a life she was talking about, she wanted to retort back.
There were a lot of accusation in her mind, her words readied to be spilled over. She held back, tightening her hold on the precious angel. "Suck it up."
She was taken back, an incredulous look—funny to Sayaka. "I'm sorry, what did you just said?" She wondered whether did she heard it wrong from a ten-year-old.
Sayaka gave her her coldest glare and was rewarded with a flinch from her. She wasn't satisfied at all. It didn't matter that she was using foul language or how it would affect the orphanage, but right now, she was furious. "Do you realize what you are doing is an act of casting away God's gift—a life. How stupid of you to think that you can get away with this! You're throwing away someone you gave life to for the sake of resemblance? Is that the only excuse you can come up with? You know what? Never come back here again," she stated, venom in her voice.
She seemed to have offended her, because she wasn't the only one fuming over the other. "Why—you! Good for nothing brat! Let me teach you a—" She was rolling up a sleeves, and Sayaka couldn't imagine she could fight with a baby by her side.
When she thought that her options were out, a knife whizzed past her attacker's face. Losing it's speed, the knife went stumbling over and clanking by the sidewalk.
She froze, analyzing her surroundings as she brought a hand onto her cheek. "…!" A red line was traced onto her palm.
She turned to Sayaka, thinking it was her, but declined and looked behind her. A trace of beautiful blue hair wavering under the wind. Piercing violet eyes directed at her. She took a step back, terrified by a mere gaze.
Shana had her arms crossed over her chest, glaring at her adversary who dared lay a hand on her sister. "Leave."
Without protesting, she left. Almost had a hard attack of how crazy an elementary school student could be.
Picking up the knife that went skidding across the pavement, Shana smiled half-heartedly. "Why don't you give her a name? I'll be in the kitchen. Make sure you clean up, you look a little older from that witch."
Sayaka puffed her cheeks. "I do not!" Turning back, she resisted the urge to squish the poor infant in her arms. She was delicately pale, must be from the cold of staying out here. "Let's get you inside before you fall sick. Maybe, Midori?" Truth was, she had no idea on naming babies.
"How about, Minori?" When little arms extended out, trying to reach for her, the edge of her lips curved up. "Then Minori it is."
Stirring the curry, she set down the ladle. Turning off the fire, she seized a pair of kitchen mitts, hoisting the pot up and placing it on the table. The timeless movement of the clock caught her eye. "He should be arriving soon." She steadied her arms horizontally under her chest, a disturbing look ventured out her features. "I hope the kids doesn't tear him apart."
"Again, why are you leaving?" Shana was dumbfounded, using her unnerved gaze at her advantage. As she towered over Fubuki, his short statue seemed much more tinier. Rather than inheriting the same trait as their ace striker, Endou and Kazemaru were amused with how the former top notch captain was cowering before his own teammate. "I thought we agreed on sticking together. Kidou is not in any condition of worrying about anyone else disappearing. I'm not allowing it. We're in a freaking submarine! Who knows what's lurking behind you when you stroll around?"
"Relax. I'm just going to go meet someone. Coach did say Kidou-kun is in charge of the team for this match. Besides, I already informed everyone about the crystal."
"Then, why!?"
Fubuki drew out hands to calm the enraged bluenette down. This was his fault anyway for sneakily slipping past their eyes and walking off. Until he felt a cold chill from a certain overprotective guardian of his. The rest of them were discussing strategies. Matters were indeed properly put into their hands, so the two best friends tagged along with the bluenette in order to make sure that the interrogation end well.
Less destructive way, they would justify it.
Lowering his eyes to the ground, not daring to face her with the truth. He began fidgeting with his fingers, a habit that Shana knew too well. She knew he wouldn't reveal the truth unless the deal had been done. When he was about to open his mouth, Shana stopped him by holding up her palm. Sighing, she said, "Ah, forget it. You won't tell me anyway. But promise me one thing, you stay out of trouble."
Fubuki happily nodded and left a displeased bluenette behind, with two comrades who was rather confused by her change of speech. They exchanged glances, instantly knowing that the two understood each other better than anyone.
A slightly agitated teen walked along the corridor of darkness, only the stabbing rays from the rectangular shapes on his left was his source of light. He wasn't that associated with darkness, had been afraid of it for years since the day he woke up from a long slumber.
He stopped at one of the concrete windows, seeing the ocean waves crashed along the submarine as it floated above water. The blue sea reminded him the time his team had their very first summer vacation near a beach, forgetting the concerns of image towards the public as a team of prodigies. They were prodigies-geniuses on the field, overcoming every possible challenges, feeling the smooth texture of the trophies he held with them for years. Nevertheless, once they stepped out of the pitch, they were just a group of teenagers with uniforms. Anyone would have felt it, the alteration of their auras when they were in and out of the field.
He felt it inside himself every time. The time when he stepped on the pitch to stop the ball from Someoka. During the training regime he'd led Raimon. The earlier bravery he defended against Fudou. All came from the experiences he went through with them.
Removing himself from his thoughts, he continued on the corridor. He did not plan where he was going and was about as lost as a puppy, but every step he took, something in his pocket got warmer.
Swiftly, he turned the next corner.
"Ow…" he mumbled, rubbing his forehead when he ran into a wall. There shouldn't be a wall right around a corner, he convinced himself. He panicked, realizing that light was gone. He could carefully retraced his steps… and go back into that creepy crawly corridor? his mind finished. No way!
Stretching out his arms, he roamed his hands over the interface of the wall. His hand outlined a door with no knob. Maybe it was powered by touch. He tried touching different sections, pushing and pulling, but nothing happened.
Suddenly, the familiar feeling of cosiness snuck back into his thigh. Weird, since when did his thigh could produced heat?
It was getting warmer and hotter. He reached into his pocket, taking out the letter that a perverted companion had handed it to him by a mysterious proclaimed beauty. In other cases, he would throw away an empty letter that had nothing written onto the paper into the trash can, believing that he had been played, and he did. Now came the complicated reason, by the next morning he had found the letter—perfectly cleaned, unstained—on his chest and he nearly screamed if it wasn't for the fact that everyone around him was still in their dreamland.
The letter was growing bright, the production of heat itself. He was relieved that it glowed like a lantern. Taking out the empty paper again, he tried different methods like swiping it at the gap of the door like a sensory door, used it for searching another hidden doorway. When nothing was achieved, he simply attached it vertically onto the door. The paper sticked like glue. Black characters materialized and it read permit.
"Okay, not a normal day at all."
Reaching forward, he tried pushing the door, instead his hand disappeared through the wall. "Wha—" He pulled back, glancing at the door in dismay.
Shaking his head, he jumped through.
"This is crazy." Kogure wiped his drenched body with a towel. "Why would they go through that much just for power?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Shana gulped down her bottle of water, pushing away her wet locks that stuck to her skin. They were down by one point. Another half left on the clock. She had her hands full guarding Sakuma. True Teikoku Academy's goalkeeper, Genda, had another forbidden technique which he revealed when he stopped Someoka's Wyvern Crush. They were out of options, neither could score if it meant hurting them. "Kageyama Reiji is not that stupid to rush in after escaping. He must have planned this well or we'll just playing into his pace."
She stopped to catch her breath. Bending down, she panted. The others were perturbed by her harsh pants because she had properly guarded Sakuma from getting the ball, stealing the ball when necessarily or assisted Endou by protecting the goal. She acted like a three in one package, but it was slowly draining her energy away. "Sorry, it hurts me to say this, but… can someone switch with me? I don't… know how… much longer I can… hold on…"
"But—"
"Alright," Kidou cut off Kabeyama. "Is twenty minutes fine?"
"More than enough."
Kidou turned to his teammates, who some rested on the ground, some on the bench, while the others stood around. "Shana is going to take a break for awhile. If she continues, she won't hold out until the end. We're saving her until the end, Someoka too!"
"What? Me!?"
Kidou nodded. "Since Shana's out, there's no point in scoring for now. We'll need both of you at the end. I'll be announcing the positions!"
The absence of light in the room reminded Fubuki of the corridor he'd walked. But it was different this time. It was not the go-to-bed call, it was bigger and wider, much less how narrowed was the hallway. Screens hung at the front part of the black glass. They puzzled up like data, but moving images were clearly seen in each screen.
He wasn't alone.
Reclining on his own comfortable chair, scrutinizing at the screens, his arms steadied on top of the armrest.
Was none other than Kageyama Reiji himself.
"What are you planning to do about this?"
"About what?"
"Us," he said. "We either distorted your plans or walk right through it. Even then, Raimon won't lose."
"You must have misunderstood." Kageyama spun his chair around, grinning. "There's no reason to worry about something so insignificant."
Grey eyes narrowed. "You sound like we're going to lose."
"Because, to me, victory is what I am sure of."
"Then, tell me one thing," Fubuki demanded, looking right through his sunglasses and into his eyes. When he had first discovered the name of this suspicious criminal, he suspected anyone to be afraid, crazed, had some big scheme to take over the world. "What do you really feel about soccer?" His eyes were special, almost rare. To be on both sides, the light and the dark that resided beneath his heart had been at war for some time.
Too long had the guy suffering from something. Something no one would understand. Even he was clueless himself.
"What I feel about it?" He stood up and towered over Fubuki, creating a deep, long shadow throughout his face. Promptly ignoring the turn of advantage unfolding by the screen. Their twenty minutes were up, Shana and Someoka were dribbling past their enemy's defense, made a combination shoot at the last second and bam, tied down to Teikoku already.
He turned back to his makeshift screens. He'd cautiously ployed this perfect plan and yet, he lost to a mere child. What was he supposed to feel after what happened to him all these years? He was a void, a black hole that devours everything in it's way. He sustained his own existence in this world, added more hatred for the ball he detested for fracturing his life. Too late to turn back, all he could do was to keep heading forward.
Popping out a switch from his armrest, he pressed down onto the switch. Seconds later, explosions filled the sky with smoke. Panic rose in the field, everything was coming down, just like how his life had. Kageyama gave Fubuki a questioning look. His friends were escaping, leaving him behind. Wasn't he going to follow them?
"You haven't answer my question."
"You're one persistent boy. And those eyes," he said, frowning. "I hate losing, that's about it."
"Ever heard of 'you'll learn from your mistakes'?" Fubuki asked, about to exit.
Kageyama made a move to turn away from the boy. "I never make mistakes."
Akari: Well, few weeks ago during my exams, someone suggested to me a confrontation between Kageyama and Fubuki. About the little ones, I thought that the kids from the orphanage should at least make an appearance and to show people out there how scary can Sayaka get if you abandon a life! I'm sorry I just ended it too quickly, but I'm not that good at writing yet. Takes time and effort! Hope I can finish the next chapter. Hope you guys still support me! Jane~