" Stupid kids." Gero said finally finished teaching the kids martial arts and going home. He fumed with anger. The kids were not nice to him. " They ask me why I can't do everything their sensei does. Well maybe I would know what their sensei teachers them if they took like five minutes to tell me. They were a bunch of smartasses who thought they were better than me because I'm not a martial artist. Fuck those kids. Fuck that dojo. And fuck their parents for bringing them into a place that can cause permanent muscle damage."

Gero looked to the right as he passed the soccer field. The field had more children doing something they liked but didn't look very important because they were young. Gero was wondering why there was no laugher coming from those young kids. He observed the soccer field. He saw the kids with no teacher in sight holding their hands behind their heads like they were in a bank robbery. He also saw the small dark-skin from the Hinata House holding her signature guns.

' Is that Kimza from the Hinata House? What the hell is she doing on a soccer field, and why do all the students have their hands on their heads…holy shit!'

Gero knew why Kimza was pointing those guns at those little children. It could be one of them found out Kimza's actual age or made fun of her boobs. Kimza didn't like it when anyone made fun of those distinguishing characteristics. Gero ran on the field and lifted Kimza off the ground. Kimza tried running out of his arm but her struggling was useless, she couldn't squirm out and she wasn't going to shot someone she knew.

" Kimza, bad Kimza. You can't point your gun at these innocent children and shame on you." Gero drawled, and then he put her back on the grass. Kimza walked away without looking back at Gero. Gero's attention changed to the little boys on the field. " Are any of you hurt."

Gero was surprised by the sound of cheering. The kids were cheering and raising their hands. They cheered for how Gero heroically ran on their soccer field and saved them from the psychopath known as Kimza. After all, it took great balls for someone to run on a field when someone's holding a gun.

" You're very brave." One kid complimented. He was roughly half an inch smaller than Kimza with brown hair and three brown spots on his right cheek that looked like a pyramid. He had big red eyes. " Teacher ran away the moment she showed her gun. Teacher was a scaredy-cat, but your brave."

" Not really," Gero said bluntly. " I just knew it was Kimza holding the gun and..." A wicked thought came to Gero's head. Kimza did something bad so she deserved to be punished. Gero wanted to spank her. "Shit. She got away without being punished." Gero sighed from being unable to punish Kimza." It's this type of child behavior that makes me want kids strung to a chair and raised over a shark tank."

" Will you please be our new soccer coach?" The kid with the spots on his cheek said.

" What?" Gero said from the comment the ignoramus kid asked. This whole field was filled with demanding little ignoramus's.

" We need a good male role model and since sensei left us we want you to take his place."

" I hate to tell all of you but I don't like soccer."

" Please be our teacher." Gero was about to refuse the kid for a third time when more of the children surrounded the one with the spots on his triangles. Their cute little faces filled Gero with guilt for not listening to them. They were so cute. " We promise we'll be good and listen to you."

Their accursed cuteness and innocence was so revolting it made Gero want to puke. It did however help convince him of one thing." Ugh. How can I say no to you little kids?"

Their was cheers from every one of those little rascals. Gero of course wasn't going to help them train for free. " Give me two thousand yen at practice or I won't teach you."

" Two thousand yen?" The kids gasped in unison with horrified expressions on their faces.

" Do you want it to be five thousand yen?" The kids shook their heads. They now knew Gero had the power to make them pay whatever he want because he wasn't a soccer coach but they needed his help. Gero found his idea to be a fabulous way of making money. " Think of this as your first lesson. If you ever want help from someone you better be ready to pay them or they won't help you."

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Gero was swindled by a bunch of children. Gero was ticked off because the children managed to reduce the price of his services from two thousand yen to one thousand yen. Gero kept telling them they had to hand over two thousand yen, they flimflammed him out of his one thousand yen with their talks about abuse fathers, bitch mothers, and seeing their friends died. Then their parents came to pick them up and Gero saw everything they told him was a lie. Gero wanted his money back, but he couldn't take money from children in front of their parents.

"This is the worst day ever." Gero said to himself. " Not only am I expected to teach kids karate but now some little kids want me to teach them how to play soccer. How can this—that's what I would say but in every single cartoon I've watched the moment someone says that line something unexpected usually happens—day get any better."

" Excuse me. Are you Gero?"

A boy Gero's age was running towards him. He was a scrawny looking boy wearing a dark blue shirt and white jeans. His eyes were dark green and his hair was short silver tied into a ponytail with twin blue ribbons. Gero had a hint of curiosity in his eyes when he saw this boy. When he reached Gero that curiosity had diminished because of how hard he was panting.

" I' m not teaching you any karate." Gero took off his shirt. The boys face turned red covering his face. " But if you want me to have sex with you…I don't care. I mean I like girls but there's nothing wrong with being a little gay."

" That was not what I wanted to ask you." The person cried and holding his hands trying to not get touched by Gero. " Can you please put your shirt back on." Gero obliged. He put his shirt back on and then the boy introduced himself. " My name is Taichi Kou. I'm in your class going towards Tokyo U."

" Oh yeah, aren't you that kid who eats cupcakes with kitty faces in green frosting. We call you Tat-Kou."

" Wouldn't it be Cat-Kou?" Taichi shook his head realizing what he was saying. " That's not the point. The girls in school really like you, right?"

" I don't really notice their affections until I open my locker and find all those letters with hearts on them."

" You see I would like you to teach me how to be…really cool."