Tag?
Oh fuck.
You hurriedly looked down at the 'sleeping' boy and gently grasped his shoulders, you shook him lightly at first in an attempt to wake him up. Unbeknownst to you, he already was. Just being stubborn about fully waking up though. You bit your lip nervously as you lifted your eyes from the boy and towards the other lambs in the room. They looked nervous themselves. A panel in the ceiling opened and out dropped a singular football. Everyone's heads snapping towards.
"The time limit is 136 seconds. The player with possession is "it". Whoever is "it" when timer runs out... Can get the fuck out of here."
"And of course, no using your hands."
The screen flickered and was soon replaced with a cartoony looking version of Igarashi. Displaying his ranking, name, and the word 'Oni' above his head. The timer displayed underneath his crude little figure, a looming presence which that had yet been ready to begin its count down from 02:16. Igarashi's eyes practically bugged out of his skull at the ungodly sight of his name on the screen, Ego's voice droning on in the background of it all. Your eyes stared at the screen before slowly settling on the terrified lamb's form.
The weakest.
300...
""Tag" is but one of the many exercises pro players warm up with. This "egoism test" I have devised will provide great insight into the selfishness behind these strikers... Prepare, and attack. This isn't your average game of "Tag"."
And with that, the timer had started. Panic arose in the room as the angry blond complained about how we got a test so soon and it not even being related to football. While the short brunet had ran towards the door in a panic, announcing to everyone's dismay that it was locked. You cocked your head at the boy. Was he really gonna run? At the first time? The first game? 2 minutes and less? Weak.
"300th... So the worst player is the first to be "it"... I have to do this... So... Whoever gets expelled, don't hold it against me..."
"Wake the fuck up!" You hissed at the bumble bee boy and gave him a harsh shove. His body moved stiffly from the push but nonetheless he still slept. For a second you consider he had died peacefully in his sleep however a soft snore escaped from his lips. Your eyebrow twitch as you slapped his shoulder. Oh how you'd just wish he had died instead.
"W... Wait a sec... That thing about Japan's U-20... Do you really believe what that guy said!? That must've been a bluff!"
"...I dunno for sure, but what if he was tellin' the truth?! I'll do it.. If I lose, I'll have to become a monk at the temple... If I lose, I'll be a monk at the temple..."
Ah shit. He hyped himself up...
You glared at the already nervous brunet as he jumped at the soon to be monk's words. The brunet was sweating so hard and yet he hadn't even done anything yet. All he had had done so far was try to run out of the door. (E/c) eyes slowly left the brunet and instead took favor in watching Igarashi's nervous expression. Even though he hyped himself a bit, the fact that he was "it" would never calm his nerves. Your eyes darted towards the timer that the screen displayed. Seems like everyone forgot to to check up on it. A sly grin made its way onto your slightly stressed expression.
02:03.
He's wasting precious time. You glanced towards the other live stock in this room, they all wore worried expressions say for the one who wore his hair in a high bun. You couldn't really understand what he was currently thinking. Either way you could tell what was going through all of their minds. Losing would mean the end of their careers. Although you couldn't relate to them as you never had one, you understood. If you had been able to have your chance at a career and was still in the position you were now, you'd be shitting bricks. Your heart hammered against your chest as you eyed the monk in the center before quickly adverting your eyes down towards the sleeping log underneath you. You groaned as you stopped shaking the boy. You seriously considered kicking him. Would that even wake him up? Probably not.
Igarashi let out a battle cry as he bolted towards the herd of lambs, the football acting like a rifle a hunter would carry. You bit your lip nervously as you gently placed a hand on the boy's shoulder for support as you watched the scene unfold in front of you. The way Isagi, blond lamb, and the two shorter ones all crowded into a corner. It really was a poor strategy. You couldn't help but nod along with the shouts of the angry blond. Although he wanted to move away from the group, he couldn't force himself to yet. It would make him too vulnerable. Easy picking. Igarashi grinned maliciously as he ran towards his prey.
"Sorry, Isagi! Im coming for you, Mr. 299!"
Isagi looked like a deer in headlights at the sound of his name dripping out of Igarashi's mouth. His blue eyes shrinking as he stood there, petrified. The other two shorter boys gradually moved away from the lamb that was deemed most dangerous in their situation. The tall blond boy just waited, anxiously for his chance to run off. To get away from the herd. Isagi felt himself feeling trapped, helpless as the ball approached him. He just stood there, watching as the predator approached his prey. You grimaced at the sight. Was the weakest lamb really gonna devour the one you had already claimed? You took another glance at the timer. Surely not.
"O' Great Buddha!"
And with that Igarashi launched the ball towards Isagi. Seeing the ball flying towards him snapped him out of his trance like state. Reacting quickly Isagi jumped out of the way. The ball smacking itself against the wall as the other lambs ran off, taking this chance to get as far as they can. Isagi's blue eyes stared at the football that nearly hit him, just a few inches from him. Letting out a loud 'whoa!?' as he ran off from the ball, leaving Igarashi to chase after it. Igarashi whined about how hard it was as the other lambs bolted away at the sight of the approaching football. There was no cover for a predator in this room. You shifted your gaze towards Kira and Isagi. Seemingly Kira had stopped him to rant about Ego's words. You glared at the moron, he was practically asking for Isagi to get hit with the ball. Igarashi had declared him his prey after all, and you're making him stand still out in the open? Princely act my ass.
Your attention snapped back towards Igarashi as he completely missed another shot at the two blonds. Your eyes trailing the panicking boy like a hawk stalking its prey. Your heart dropped. The ball rolled its way to you and the sleeping boy's direction. You scowled at the boy as his eyes lit up. He excitedly ran over to the two of you as he let out a relieved laugh before he shouted about the bumble bee boy still being asleep. You bit your lip. You glanced down at him. You could let him get disqualified and ensure your safety, but would it be fair?
I mean it is his fault for sleeping but at the same time, he wouldn't really have a chance to fight back. Ugh, you son of a bitch. You're gonna owe me for this!
You groaned as you shot up from the boy and ran towards the ball. Isagi and Kira mumbled your name slacked jaw as everyone watched your foolish act of 'heroism'. Igarashi only stared at you wide eyed as you tried to get the ball before him. Sadly he had beaten you to it and launched a kick towards it. You grit your teeth as you turned to look at the football, praying it didn't hit the sleeping boy. You stiffened up, your eyes growing wide as a foot flew past you and connected with Igarashi's face. Your (h/c) hair moving from the force that came with that kick. Blood flew freely from Igarashi's face as he let out a cry of pain. Had you been an inch closer to the boy you would've got struck instead. Your wide eyes snapped down towards the sleepy boy who now did a handstand. The ball rolling past him as he stood fully now. Igarashi taking steps back as he wiped blood from his face.
"That hurts... HEY! That's a foul! A FOUL!"
The boy let out a yawn and strange 'munya~' sound as he rubbed the sleep free from his eyes. Bright friendly looking yellow eyes lazily looked towards the other lambs in the room. You could feel your eye twitch at the sight of this. Ignoring the fact that it was cute how he looked, you were just simply pissed that now he decided to wake up and not during the time you took trying to wake him up.
"Wasn't the only rule no using hands? Mornin'."
He heard that!?
You glared at the sleepy head. Puffing out your cheeks as a rosy hue grew on them. After all, you had just realized that he was in fact was playing asleep while the game went on. When had he woken up? During the announcement? You felt your face grew warmer as another thought broke its way through.
He must've felt me trying to wake him up the whole time...
Your face burned. You shook your head, (h/c) hair bouncing along as you sighed. You groaned in annoyance as you pinched the bridge of your nose. You opened your eyes and watched as Kunigami approached the smaller multicolored hair boy. Kunigami placed a hand on his shoulder, grabbing the attention of the sleepy boy. He only hummed slightly out of surprise as he glanced towards Kunigami from the corner of his eye.
"Hey, I hate that dirty shit. Play fair and square."
Yeah that's fair.
You reasoned to yourself as you watched the two. Movement from the corner of your eye caught your attention. You nearly forgot you guys were in the middle of a game. Your head turned towards Igarashi as you watched as him get ready with the ball again. He moved it so it was in front of him. His eyes locking onto the duo as Kunigami held bumble bee in place. Too focused on scolding him to realize the threat.
Oh shit.
Your head snapped towards the two again. You took a step towards them as you watched them stand there in the open. Their guards down, unaware of the glee on Igarashi's face. They were wide open. Easy picking. The multicolored hair boy sent a bemused look towards the brute. Obviously not liking the scolding he was getting.
"Well, ain't you serious."
And just like that, Igarashi took his shot. You watched as the football flew in the air, across the empty space. Your voice caught in your throat. Helpless to stop it, you could only watch. Just like all the other lambs in this room. The football collided itself against Kunigami's face, with a loud 'thwap!'. Catching him by surprise and surely hurting him. You crept towards the multicolored boy and watched beside him as Kunigami's cool demeanor faded away. An angry expression on his face. Absolutely pissed off at Igarashi's attack on him.
"Hah! Found an opening! O' Great Buddha!"
Igarashi cheered as Kunigami shot daggers at the boy. Igarashi's figure now getting replaced by Kunigami's angry little doodle man. Of course displaying his name and ranking 291, alongside the word Oni. You watched as Kunigami's serious somewhat gentle face go from being annoyed to contorting into one of pure rage as he stared down Igarashi. Like a hunter would. Your breath hitched. Were you seriously gonna witness Kunigami devour his fellow lamb?
"...cking bastard... YER GOIN DOWN, IGAGURI....!"
Haha this is gonna be fun.
Though you wouldn't admit how terrifying Kunigami looked in the moment. His eyes practically all white, his hair creating a dark shadow on his face making the veins and wrinkles pop out more. He bared his teeth as he winded up his leg, to do a singular powerful kick. His target being that of Igarashi. Igarashi yelped as he scurried towards the group of lambs. His frightened eyes looking for anyone to hide behind. Isagi realized too late. Igarashi pounced onto him, wrapping his arms underneath Isagi's arms and held him in place in front of him. Using him as human shield. Isagi tried to yell and break free but the grip Igarashi had on him was too much. Fear was driving that boy.
"Isagi-"
Why'd you even bother calling out his name? It was already too late. You winced as you watched Kunigami's muscular leg flew towards the football, launching it in the direction of the two. Isagi only watched in horror as it came speeding towards him like a bullet. Igarashi quickly let go of the boy and bolted to the side. The football struck Isagi in chest, right above his abdomen. His body crumbled over the ball as he flew back. You'd have to check if he was okay afterwards. Although witnessing your friend get struck with the ball was like a knife to the heart you couldn't help but applaud Kunigami on his strong shot. Now if only it had struck Igarashi instead..
"Oh... My bad... That wasn't for you."
You snorted at his apology. Kunigami watched nervously as Isagi folded over the ball. Nearly crashing into the lockers behind him. He collided onto the ground, a wheezing mess. His chest heaved heavily as he tried to breathe. The wind got knocked out of him. You watched as he struggled to regain his breath, saliva and a bit of vomit dribbling out of his mouth as he gasped for air. Your eyes glanced towards the screen and sure enough, now his character and info displayed on the screen.
01:03 left.
Kira cried out in worried for the boy as Isagi tried his best to stand up. He shook heavily. He gripped his knee while he slowly rose. A pained look on his face as he stood up, slouching a bit but standing nonetheless. He wobbled lightly as he took a step forward. His wide eyes looked around the room, his brows furrowed as he stumbled over to the ball next to him.
59 seconds left.
It was, a distressing sight. You could feel your hands grow clammy the longer you watched. Stress was building up. The anxiety was starting to hurt your stomach. You needed to look away, just for a second. Your head snapped towards the sleepy boy next to you. Of course he was wide awake now but you noticed how focused he was on Isagi's withered form. His bright yellow eyes carefully watching the tagger. They tracked every movement Isagi did, it reminded you of how a predator would. You cocked a brow at the taller boy. A slight hum passed your lips as you noticed his face held a slight serious expression. Shaking your head lightly you stood up on your tiptoes and raised a fist. He blinked. He serious look gone. Noticing the movement from the corner of his eye he turned towards you curiously.
Bonk!
"Ow!"
The boy yelled out as he grabbed the top of his head. You didn't even hit him hard. He whined as you puffed out your cheeks in annoyance. His yellow eyes looked at you quizzically, wondering why the hell you would hit him. Weren't you trying to wake him up earlier so he could play? You jabbed a index finger onto his chest as you huffed.
"You! You were awake the whole time I tried waking you up! What the heck was that about!?"
You grumbled as he blinked. He looked down at the finger placed on his chest, before a cheerful smile made its way onto his face. You were honestly too annoyed at this point to even care about how cute his smile was.
"I dunno!"
And with that he turned away from you and walked off. Your arm still in the air as felt your eyebrow twitch. Were all guys this annoying?! Dropping your arm so it fell back to your side, you quickly turned back towards Isagi. He breathed heavily as he dribbled the ball around, with every miss adding onto the stress. You bit your lip nervously. If you could take the ball... You glanced towards the clock, there's still time. Your eyes quickly darted across every lamb in the room. Looking at all their ranks. A smile made its way onto your face as you stared at the highest number in the herd. You took a step towards the hunter. His eyes shifted towards you. Confusion and worried filled them. Did you want the ball? Why?
"Nyahaha~"
"You little... Bastard! GET OFF OF ME! HEY!"
"Lookie here, a chance~!"
Ah, the cute boy had latched himself onto Kunigami's back. One of his arms wrapped around Kunigami's neck and the other underneath his left arm.
Poor guy...
You glanced back towards Isagi and took another step. You needed the ball. Time was ticking and soon it would be too late to get the desired target. His eyes darted back at you. Then back at the pair. Your smile dropped. You watched as he clearly debated whether or no he should take the opportunity. Kunigami being used again as a target. Igarashi yelled at how Isagi should take the opening. You scowled at the boy. The frown deepening.
That's a cowards route. A weak lambs.
I hate weak lambs.
Don't do this Isagi...
"I told ya fair and square...! SO FUCKING PLAY BY IT!"
"Whoa?!"
Your jaw dropped at the sight of Kunigami throwing the boy across the room. Like he was nothing. It was a comedic sight. The way he tossed the bumble bee boy like a rag doll. The way he just flew. Your head turned to follow bumble bee's trip across the sky. Watching in absolute delight as he landed on Igarashi. Using him for padding.
"Ouchie ouchie..."
Yeah right... you thought as you watched him laugh happily.
"Get off already!"
Igarashi cried out as bumble bee slid off his back and stood up. Igarashi attempted to stand up but hissed in pain the second he placed weight onto his foot. It was red and swollen. A sprained ankle. Now bumble bee really looked like a criminal fleeing a crime scene. You kinda felt bad for the soon to be monk, today wasn't his day. He just kept getting more and more hurt. The majority of the room stared in shock as Igarashi waved a hand out.
"Ah shit... Wai... Time out..."
"Go! Isagi! TAKE THE SHOT! DO IT NOW!"
You turned around and shot a glare at the most irritating person in the room. The fakest of them all. Kira. The one you wanted to devour. A weak lamb that had wrongly been ranked high. You walked towards Isagi again as he stared at the injured Igarashi on the ground. You wanted that ball. No, needed it.
35 seconds.
Igarashi cried out in panic as he stressed. He waved his hands erratically, trying to persuade Isagi to not take the shot. He was beginning to spit out excuses and empty apologies. Trying anything to have himself be spared from the ball. It was falling on deaf ears. The look on Isagi's face had said it all. A bubbling feeling began to rise up in you.
29 seconds.
Step.
You could feel Igarashi shoot a look towards you. Probably sensing what you were gonna do. Probably thinking you were gonna play hero again like you did for bumble bee earlier. No. You just didn't want a easy kill. An easy meal. Injured lambs are not worth the effort. You didn't want Isagi to become a weak one as well. He placed his foot on the ball as Igarashi looked on in terror. You watched as Isagi winded up for the kick. You bolted towards him. Only to stop a bit behind and watch curiously. He had stopped his kick midway and rested his foot on the ball. You slowly walked a bit to the right of him, you wanted to see what he was thinking.
"That's not it... I didn't come to trample on others... I came here... To become the best in the world!"
15 seconds.
There was a glint in his eyes. No longer were they bright blue but a darker shade, almost black. Blank. No sense of humanity in them, only pure desire.
Hunger.
That's the lamb you wanted to devour. The strong ones. They're the ones who go after stronger lambs. The ones that threaten them. The ones to cannibalize each other. He turned away from the wounded lamb. The predatory look on his face as he got ready to go on the hunt. Reacting quicker than him, you hooked your foot around the football and pulled it away from him before he could start running. He froze, blinking in surprised before turning towards you. A smirk on your face as you stuck out your tongue at him. His breath hitched.
Your eyes. He didn't have time to react before you took off running. Your feet thumping hard against the floor as the other lambs scattered. Terrified at the new predator before them. Scanning the herd for the one lamb you wanted the most. To devoured the biggest threat. A disgusting two faced lamb. Kira jumped as you locked eye contact with him. What the hell was up with you?
"Well, ain't you both nice."
"That's right~ If you wanna defeat everyone... You gotta go for the strongest guy~!"
You blinked and soon bumble bee was in front of you. Taking the ball and running off towards your prey. The same look on his face that you had. You stood there in shock before a giggle broke its way free from your face. Your smile darkening.
"What a fucking bastard. That's my kill."
You laughed lightly to yourself as you took off running after the boy. Isagi just stood there, watching you both in shocked confusion. The way you both held massive grins on of your guy'sfaces. Not hiding from the ball. Not fearing the possibility of getting expelled. Of being the last one "it". Isagi shivered. You had the same look on your face from when he first met you.
Animalistic.
Predatory.
Your spiraling (e/c) Eyes darted towards the screen.
Oni: Bachira Meguru
Ranking 290.
10 seconds.
You ran to the right of him. Both heading towards the flock of lambs. Both after the same target.
9 seconds.
The weakest lamb who held the highest number. Well, second highest. No one noticed you as they all watched Bachira go after Kira. The same craze look on his face. You had hidden yourself in the herd of lambs as they all ran from Bachira.
8 seconds.
He took a shot at the two faced lamb. Having him singled out from the herd. Kira only watched in horror as the ball flew towards him.
7 seconds.
The ball flew past him. Despite missing, Bachira still went to kick the boy. Taking full advantage of the no hands rule. Now that was just dirty. But, you wouldn't lie when a part of you wished he did land his kick onto him.
6 seconds.
The ball bounced off the wall and over Bachira's head. His spiraling eyes watching as it slowly went over it. You giggled. As your smile widen. You bolted out of the herd and towards Isagi's direction. Now eyes are on you.
5 seconds.
Bachira launched the ball into the air as he watched Kira run. Probably thinking he's safe. Thinking that time had ran out and Bachira was going to be expelled. The herd's eyes now following the ball as it flew in the air.
4 seconds.
You watched the ball. Spiraling eyes slowly leaving its angelic form and towards the lamb you've marked as yours. Isagi. Your grin growing wider as you saw the familiar look on his face.
3 seconds.
Sorry Isagi. This is my kill.
Isagi watched as the ball seemingly floated in the air. The way it was coming for him. Calling to him. In a trance he hadn't even noticed you coming his way. Not until it was too late. You leaped. Cackling as you turned in mid air towards your prey. The two face lamb looked on in horror. Your spiraling eyes locking onto his confused and frightened ones. Your leg connecting with the ball.
2 seconds.
"Hionami...?"
"BON!"
With a sickening crunch the ball made contact with the two faced lamb. His blood flying after the ball to taint its pure white appearance.
1 second.
His body collided onto the ground with a loud, 'thud!'. The ball gently bounced away as Isagi snapped out of his trance. Everyone watching in shock. The one they least expected to get out, now laying on the ground in shock as blood dripped from his face. You giggled as you saw his little character appearing on screen. Your hands shook. Excitement and adrenaline fueling you as watched the screen.
0 seconds
Ranking 289.
Devoured.
"Hionami...? What are.... What are you doing?!"
You hummed as you turned towards the boy who laid on the ground in pure shock. Anguish clearly written on his face. His eyes holding a sea of emotions. You took a few steps towards him. Lifting up your head for him to see. The smile on your face spoke for itself. You shook lightly as you breathed heavily. The feeling. You devoured a fellow lamb. Albeit a weak lamb. But a lamb none the less. This one was healthy. This one was second highest. This one, was a good choice.
"I... Truly hate weak lambs Kira...Second highest rating, you were a "big threat"," you sighed as you did quotation marks with your hands as you continued on, "Only weak lambs go for weaker or sick and injured ones. The strong go after... Well, it wouldn't be right calling you strong, after all. I devoured you Kira Ryōsuke." You laughed. The predatory look still on your face. He stared at you in disbelief. The fuck kind of nonsense were you saying?
"Hionami... What... What the fu-"
"Good job, you unpolished gems. Let us continue to the results."
Ego announced as he clapped for the lambs in the room. You couldn't tell if it was genuine or mocking.
"The player we will get rid of is— Ryōsuke Kira! You are expelled!!"
If looks could kill, Ego would be dead on the floor as of right now. You smirked and shook your head lightly, as you walked your way back to Isagi, he eyed you nervously. You just placed a hand on his shoulder and made him lean down towards you. Your head now hanging low.
"Just watch..." you whispered gently, no malice in your voice. Just simple amusement. He nodded as he stared at the bleeding boy. You hummed softly as you leaned against the taller boy's arm, watching the scene that unfolded before you. A little tired from the whole ordeal. The feeling was foreign and yet, nostalgic. He stiffened lightly and glanced towards you. You sure are weird.
"HOW COULD YOU ERASE THE FUTURE OF A PLAYER AS TALENTED AS ME?! AREN'T I JAPAN'S "NATIONAL TREASURE"?! HUH?! SO WHY THE FUCK DON'T YOU EXPELL IGAGURI OR ISAGI INSTEAD?! HUH?!"
You scowled at the low blows Kira threw at the two. Such a dirty and cheap play that was. Dirtier than Bachira's kick thrown at him. You felt Isagi gasp at the sound of his name coming out of Kira's mouth with such poison laced on it. You grumbled lightly underneath your breath as you shook your head lightly. Kira's true colors rang throughout this empty room.
"WHAT'S EVEN THE POINT OF THIS STUPID GAME!? TAG AIN'T FUCKING FUCKING FOOTBALL!! SO WHY'RE WE EVEN DOING IT!?"
"At Blue Lock... Everything you do is related to football. Have a good look at your self, you sham of a talent."
Okay, that was funny. You bursted out laughing at Ego's little insult to Kira. Ah, it felt so nice to hear someone else ridicule him too. Isagi elbowed you lightly in the side and you winced. You gave him a betrayed and 'sad' expression as he just stared at you blankly. Bringing his other hand to flick you on the forehead. You cried out in pain again as he snickered. You're fun to bully.
"The area of that room is... 16.5 x 40.32 meters. The exact same proportions as a penalty area. About 75% if all goals are scored from this little area. You could say it's the domain of a striker. In other words, in this small space, the positioning skills of a striker mean everything. Therefore, those unable to survive under such conditions... Can hardly qualify to be talented strikers."
"So... So WHAT!? Okay, sure, the room's width is exact it whatever! But Tag's got nothing to do with footbaaaaaaaaaall!!"
"The skill required by the fleeing side is tactical awareness. In other words, positioning. As for the pursuer, what they need is not only accurate dribbling but the precision to make shots that will hit their target. That's what makes it's optimal football training. Jeez..."
You yawned. It was getting boring. Isagi pinched your cheek and you once again whined at the abuse he was giving you. Was he mad about you stealing his shot!?
"The average time a player possesses in a match is-"
"About 136 seconds, which adds up too 2 minutes and 16 seconds. Exactly the time you gave us to work with,"
You blurted out as Kira shot a glare at you. You just winked at him as Ego glanced in your general direction. You could feel everyone's eyes look towards you before going back to the screen. Wondering if Ego would scold you about interrupting him.
"... Precisely."
"Th... Then, what'd you expect me to do in just 10 seconds...?"
"Is that what you would say if this were a real match?"
Kirs froze. The realization of his whining not gonna get him out of this.
"Remember, from the time the ball hit you, until the clock ran out... You still had about one second left. There was plenty of time to survive by shooting it at an injured Igarashi. And yet, you wasted that chance.
Imagine this. You are in the middle of a match, standing in the penalty area... It's the very last play of the game... A teammate passes the ball towards and instead hits your body. When this happens... You had already given up inside. Which is why you didn't notice that by sheer luck, the had fallen right before you. And if you had just tapped that ball with your knee, you could have been saved from your own mistake."
But he wouldn't have been able kick it. You pursed your lips. He would've had to just power through the pain and head butt it in a random direction? You grumbled as you try thinking of how Kira could've possibly saved himself.
"The one who is "it" in tag... That is, the one who has the ball, decides who they want to "win"... But also gets to decide who they want to "lose". A striker carries all of the responsibility on his back.
A striker is one who keeps on attacking until the very last second. Yoichi Isagi, who, instead of aiming for the injured Igaguri. And Meguru Bachira and Hionami (last name), you three all took the initiative to aim for the strongest player...
With (last name) coming out and stealing the winning shot from right underneath Isagi's nose. Choosing to defeat the highest rank possibly. They are perfect examples of people who, rather than do what was best for the team, had the tenacity and courage to peruse their own will... that is exactly... The "egoism" that I am looking for."
You grinned as you happily muttered about doing it again. Hinting to kicking a football into Kira's face. Isagi just stared in awe. A slight pride invading him.
"And that is why... This is your loss, Ryōsuke Kira. Now fuck off."
Kira became a sputtering mess as he glared at the screen. Trying to figure out an excuse to make before finally snapping his head towards your direction. You whistled mockingly as you clapped your hands together, pushing yourself off of Isagi and walking towards the devoured lamb.
"And that folks, is the true Kira. A blubbering, pathetic, lamb. Perfect for the slaughter."
You grinned as he also took a step towards you. Veins were popping out the sides of his face as the ugly scowl only grew more. He bared his perfectly white teeth at you. Rage and humiliation fueling him. You weren't scared. You relished in this feeling. The satisfaction. The look on his face.
"Hionami. You, fucking asshole! How could you fucking do this to me!? I thought we were friends!?" Your eyes watched as his hand formed a fist, knuckled going white. You hummed. Your eyes narrowing at the sight.
Was he going to actually throw a punch?
"I'd suggest you leave now, there's no room for corpses here."
Cold.
That was cold. Kira wanted so badly to, to wipe that smirk off your face. He couldn't understand why his friend would just, get him expelled. To top it off, insult!? He heaved heavily. He turned towards the mechanical door. He stopped and stared at the closed door. His chest rising up and down as he breathed. Seething.
"FUCK THIS!"
Kira shouted as he turned away from the door. His feet thumped heavily against the floor as he sprinted at you. His fist raised in the air. So badly wanting to connect against your face. To bust your lip. Break your nose. Anything, anything to get that unamused and disgusting look on your face off. To have you regret your actions, to fear him. Muscular arms wrapped themselves underneath the crazed boy. You held your breath as you watched.
"Enough."
Kunigami coldly said as he dragged the kicking and screaming boy away from you. You shook lightly as you watched your oranged haired savior once again help you. The other lambs quickly moved out of the way as the pair made their way to the door. Kira trying his best to get out of the taller boy's grasp. To get back at you. Just before the door opened he stopped. He gave up. He was never going to get his act of revenge on you. With one more defeated hatred look towards you, Kunigami threw him out the door. Standing at it to make sure the two faced lamb didn't try to come back in.
"Uwahhhh that was so scary~" you announced as you dropped to the floor. Your legs a shaking mess. Everyone except for Isagi watched as you shook on the ground. Your cold act gone and replaced with your normally timid self. Isagi just stared at the ground. Excitement filled him. Happy about helping end Kira's football career. You took a breath before turning around and nervously sending Bachira a cheerful smile in which he responds by sticking out his tongue at you. You let out a nervous relieved laugh at the sight of that. Isagi let out a exasperated sigh as he lifted up his head and turned towards Bachira. Confusion and slight annoyance on his face.
"You... Why... Why the hell did you pass it to me!? If I- no, if (last name) didn't take that shot, you would've been expelled, wouldn't you!?"
Your ears perked up at the mess up.
He said I.
You grinned enthusiastically. Though the nerves still rang through you. However the excitement and pride shot through them.
So he was going to shoot if I didn't nab the kill.
"So? I thought you'd kick it. So I passed it to you! I didn't expect (last name) to come out of no where and steal it from you,"
"How mean, you didn't even realize I chasing after you to get the ball back! Oh well, I got my kill~ I'm happy!"
You whined as you puffed out your flushed cheeks. Isagi looked at you and then back towards Bachira. His face said it all. He thought you guys were crazy idiots. So there is more weirdos like (last name) here!? He cried in the inside as you and Bachira shared a glance. Little smirks on your guys's faces.
"HUH?!"
"I believed in you, so I won~ Didn't I?"
You crawled over to Bachira who looked at you confused but still in his happy mood. You just booped his nose before laying down next to him tired.
Huh, the floor is pretty comfy.
He blinked in surprise at the sudden touch before glancing towards your tired form. A goofy smile made its way onto his face as he booped your stomach causing you to sit up abruptly and yelp out in shock. You paid no attention to Ego's rant as you looked around the room. Your tired (e/c) eyes examining all the lambs. Each of them having varying expressions and attitudes towards the whole thing.
"Congratulations. You have passed Blue Locks's entrance test!"
Your heart fluttered at those words. You qualified. You. Never given the chance to actually participate in games of football. To be on a actual team. To go against different teams as crowds of people cheered you on. The thing your gender and brother tried to steal from you. The thing your parents thought was too boyish for a girl your age. It felt like a weight lifted from your shoulders. You had proved them wrong. Although it wasn't by much, it was something. It just meant you had a chance to be here rightfully.
You glanced around the room. Full of rivals. No, full of live stock waiting to be devoured. They've witnessed you devoured one lamb. Now they'll just have to watch you cannibalize the others.
Team Z.
12 lambs.
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Welp! There's the chapter for the week-
Totally didn't drag it out
I suck at writing lmao