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Bachira doesn't remember seeing Kaiser again, but since the two teams were in closer proximity. They would run into each other as they crossed one annex to the other.
Kaiser and Ness went to the Barcha and Bastard joined common room. They found Bachira with headphones on, doing some simple yoga. It didn't seem to disrupt him, Bachira was concentrated on his next pose.
"Isn't your mother Bachira Yuu," Ness asks the moment Bachira pulls down his headphones. "The artist? The first Asian artist to hold an exhibition, in Europe."
Bachira tilts his head with an understanding smile. "Ah~ did she do something like that?"
"There's no point in pretending. You understand German, I saw after the match that you don't wear those translator ear buds" Ness points out.
Bachira drops his smile, his expression stone cold. "So?"
"Do you just pretend to be ditzy for fun Meguru," Kaiser walks towards the two of them.
Bachira ignores both of them, rolls up his yoga mat, tucking it under his arm. He goes to put on his headphones, when Kaiser grabs his wrist.
Bachira does a very feeble attempt to pull his wrist away, while expelling very convincing distressed pheromones. A scent of sweet pineapples and vanilla with a hint of cinnamon, turns sour and acidic.
"Just answer me," Kaiser said. Isagi swoops in, pulling Bachira to his side.
"You can't leave an innocent person out of this, can you," Isagi spits as he stands in front of Bachira. "Can't you see he doesn't understand what you're saying. You don't have to corner him you dick."
Isagi leads Bachira away with a gentle hand on his lower back, Bachira glances back a smug grin on his face. Kaiser was stunned, he was played, fooled.
"Did he just pretend to not understand us," Ness looks over at Kaiser.
"I'm pretty sure he did."
"What's your plan," Ness looks over at Kaiser.
"Execution," Kaiser hums, but the look in his eyes wasn't filled smug arrogance Ness had never seen this look before. Something was burning behind his gaze.
Kaiser runs into Bachira the morning of their match against Manshine City. Bachira was sleepily leaning against a cold marble counter.
"Good morning," Bachira yawns stretching out on the counter.
"Hello Meguru," Kaiser hums as he makes his way next to Bachira.
"You ready for your match," Bachira asked as he pressed his cheek to his fist.
"Like always," Kaiser smirks. It makes Bachira chuckle, his hands come up to ruffle his hair. The alpha would never usually allow this, but he let it slide.
"Hope you can keep that up," he hums.
"Your German is great," Kaiser points out.
"Crap, I got found out. But...you can keep a secret can't you?"
"Why should I," Kaiser leans in with a smirk.
"Hmm~" Bachira pouts. "Can't you keep it secret for me Michael?"
Kaiser's face breaks into a grin, he was now right next to Bachira. "I mean I could? But what could I get out of it," Kaiser reaches out to stroke the back of Bachira's head. His hand that strokes, slowly goes down, stroking his nape.
Bachira let's out a little gasp, Kaiser watches as the goosebumps bloom across his shoulders. A blush burns Bachira's nape, Kaiser feels his control slipping.
"I know something you could get," Bachira tells him, his voice a little breathless.
Kaiser now stands with his groin flush against the meaty yet supple flesh of Bachira's bottom. "An Omega shouldn't be so careless. You shouldn't be parading around half naked for anyone to see."
"It wasn't for anyone," the omega giggles, flashing him a pretty smile.
"Was it for me," Kaiser should have been embarrassed with how quickly he got hard.
"Yeah, just for you Michael," Bachira sighs happily, as he sways his bottom against Kaiser's forming hard-on. Bachira reaches backwards, Kaiser grabs both his wrist, the grip is bruising, he holds them above Bachira's head. The omega's scent becomes more saturated, Kaiser could almost taste the sweetness on the tip of his tongue.
Bachira lets out a pleased whimper, Kaiser leans forward his lips brushing against Bachira's ears.
"Why me, Meguru?"
"Because, you would make it hurt Michael. You would hurt me Michael."
Kaiser chuckles darkly, as he starts to scent Meguru. "So you want it to hurt~"
"Yes--"
Kaiser bites down on Bachira's shoulder, a silent scream dies in Bachira's throat. Kaiser watches as Bachira's eyes cross, the scent of arousal blooms through the air as a singular stream and slick escapes Bachira's core. Heady with ripe pineapple, the taste of sweet, delicate blood on his tongue. His arousal is hot and heavy against the omega.
The moment didn't last, Kaiser was torn away from Bachira by a fuming Isagi. A flurry of threatening Japanese flew over his head, Kaiser watches Bachira sinks to the floor shaking. It dawned on him how bad the situation actually looks, Bachira's bleeding, tears welled up in his eyes. Luckily he doesn't understand Japanese, Kaiser just clicks his teeth in annoyance and leaves.
Kaiser watches as Lavinho comes in to watch their match, Otoya in tow with Bachira dozing off lightly on his shoulder.
"Why did you feed him," Otoya complains as he places Bachira on the seat. "You know he falls asleep while eating."
"Just play some Shakira, see how fast he wakes up," Lavinho scoffs as they plop down on either side of Bachira. "Or just," Lavinho lifts a ball from his seat, taps it a little and sends it to Bachira.
The ball lands on the back of Bachira's neck, as he leans forward. "That's not how you wake a person up," he mumbles. Bachira lifts the ball to balance on his forehead. Flicks it back to Otoya, he receives it traps back to Bachira.
"Bicycle kick," Lavinho says, as Bachira turns his back to the goal as he leaps into the air and smashes the ball towards the goal.
"Golazo Blondie~" Lavinho cheers as the net swishes loudly. Bachira lands on his hands, swiftly into a back handspring.
"Ten points for technicality," Otoya claps.
"Another ten points for the landing," Bachira beams, Isagi approaches them.
"Are you guys watching the game," Isagi asks as he high-fives Otoya and Bachira.
"We are. I came here neutral," Otoya explains. "Bachira decided to choose sides," he points out.
"It's not choosing sides," Bachira says as he reaches for the zipper on his tracksuit.
"It's moral support," he pulls of his jacket, to reveal a blue Manshine City jersey, with a matching blue second skin. Nagi's name stood on the back of the jersey.
Isagi takes an offended step back, Bachira beams he shimmied out of his sweats, to show off a flowy white tennis skirt. "No hard feelings right? Hmm~ it's Nagi's international debut. If we didn't play against each other first, I would've done the same for you~"
"Yeah, sure" Isagi grumbles.
"If you win, I'll wear a Bastard jersey to your next game," Bachira suggests, with a bright smile.
"Promise?"
"Swear~"
Bachira was earnest about football, Kaiser noticed as he watches him take notes on a tablet with Otoya. Both of them, would have some discussion as they looked at the game.
Bachira's line, 'a kiss for the assist' had become popular. Bachira was blessed with the chance to kiss the people who scored the goals. Chigiri sauntered over, pointing to his cheek, Bachira complied happily.
Nagi scored a phenomenal goal, causing Bachira to jump out of his seat. Nagi turns to jog towards him, Bachira was swept off his feet. As Nagi grabs his waist, Bachira hooks his legs around his waist, hands holding Nagi's face. Nagi has his hands under Bachira's thighs.
Kaiser can't help but notice, the bruising on Bachira's wrist, as he holds Nagi's face. His heart swells with sick satisfaction, but his stomach roars with uncharacteristic jealousy.
"If you want to kiss him, score a fucking goal," Kunigami grunts as he marches onto the field. "He only looks at winners."
Nagi leans forward, kissing the omega on the cheek. It makes Bachira laugh, "You even kiss lazy Nagicchi. But phenomenal goal. It's one for the history books."
Bachira doesn't stay to watch the whole match, he looks at the field shakes his head with slight disdain in his expression, leaning back to tell Lavinho something.
Bachira stands up, arms stretching over his head. Lavinho follows him, hand dusting Bachira's skirt, Otoya follows suit too.
"How boring," Bachira yawns as he doesn't even look back to the field. "3-2 and all I see are bunch of idiots forgetting their team characteristics."
"This is why, I hate Bastard style," Lavinho throws an arm around Bachira's shoulders.
"What fun is it to play like that? They don't even look like their enjoying it."