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Michael Kaiser was a piece of shit. That’s what he believed or that was what he was made to believe. The little kid sneaked through the stores to stea- no to do “work” as his father mentioned. Grabbing Bread, Milk and other necessities. He successfully got out of the store. The local kids would always look at him like he was a piece of shit which he was as Michael thought.
He walked and walked till he reached the house which he called home. His father was asleep, He didn’t know what to do, so he just put the stuff he brought in the broken table, as it was broken by his father when he hid beneath it. He then crawled back to his favourite spot where he would try to unscramble the words in the books. But alas, that boy couldn’t. Then he would drift to sleep until his father woke him up by a raging fist.
Ever since Michael was born, no one wanted him. His mother left him with the man who would beat him up every night in the rage of her betrayal. Today was just another day for Michael. Wake up, do work, get beaten up and then sleep. That was his daily routine. This time his father beat him up and threw him outside the house and locked the door. The little boy stared at the door, deciding whether he should knock or walk away and come back at evening. He just then walked away. His head was bleeding, his legs were hurting, but he just walked till he reached a public tap to wash away his dizziness. He then sat at the park watching the kids with their fathers playing, what a cruel joke.
Soon it started raining, the blonde decided to just take shelter in the nearby shop. He just sat outside the store, not daring to enter as he feared he would just steal again out of instinct. But the rain was harsh, it soaked his clothes, sending shivers to his spine. Then an old lady came by noticing that the poor child ,looking at him with pity. Michael didn’t need that, he decided to stand up and walk away to some other store, till the lady called him
“Kid, come here”
He didn’t, he just froze there, not knowing how to respond because his father only taught him to steal.
“I won’t do anything to you, just come here”
Michael hesitated before approaching her.
“That must have been painful. Here I will do some magic for you”
Then he realized he must have been looking terrible, that this lady had gone crazy to think of using something as magic.
She cleaned the wound in his head. He felt weirdly warm and comforted as the lady applied the medicine.
“Tell me boy, how did you get this bruise?”
“……”
No reply came. He just closed his eyes tight, hoping it would disappear.
“Alright don’t tell me but at least tell me your name”
“...Michael”
When she heard the boy, she smiled with a look of relief in her face.
“That’s a beautiful name like the Archangel who protects everyone. Your parents must have thought really carefully while naming a beautiful kid like you”
The blonde was confused, he asked meekly “what’s an archangel?”
The lady blinked, “oh you don’t know?”
He just nodded
'“Well don’t worry, Archangel is a messenger of God and they protect and guide every little one like you” she smiled at him as she ruffled his hair.
Michael wondered if Archangels are protectors, why haven’t they protected him from his father?
“You look like a first grader, so do you go to school?”
To that, the little boy just shook his head. The old lady remained silent for a while, trying to process, and then she suddenly got up and went inside a room. Was the lady finally going to kick him out? Well he couldn't do anything about it.
She came back with books, the same books which Michael tried to unscramble in his little corner. “So, kid, I will read you some stories for you. Now come here and look at the pictures,” The curiosity got the kid the best. He was always interested in these scribblings, so he decided to listen to the lady. Before he knew, He was asking a dozen of questions to that lady. He asked her about the letters and how you read them. He even asked the meanings of the words. He was eager to learn. She just smiled and answered every little question that boy brought up. As the reading session was over. There was a shine in his eyes, he wanted to ask if he could come again, but the lady asked it herself
“Don’t hesitate to drop by, I will read for you again and explain it to you.”,
to which Michael smiled and thanked her It was almost night now. It was no longer raining. He decided to sneak into the house and sleep. He waved the lady good bye. He was definitely going to drop by that coffee shop again with the books he has in the house. So good night Michael Kaiser.
His routine continued for years. He woke up, did the work, got beaten up and went to sleep. But there was a new addition. He would visit the lady every evening before going home, and he always had a book with him that he wanted to learn. The lady realized that he was actually academically gifted with the way he was always eager to learn and how he grasped the concept faster than any child of his age. She soon started teaching him what they thought at school and Michael never complained but looked at it as a challenge to conquer. He learned how to write and speak formally to others, to which he was grateful for that old lady. She would tell him the stories about the Archangel Michael. Listening to the stories, he was sure that one day an angel would definitely save him from his father. The lady always asked him about his bruises and his ragged clothes, to which Michael would always deny sharing.
But it didn’t last for long. As the lady was shopping, Michael was caught doing his father’s “work”. The lady was horrified when she saw the kid she had been teaching was stealing in stores.
She denied him to enter the cafe ever again.
That day Michael was also beaten up for getting caught as the police called his father due to his young age.
“YOU PIECE OF SHIT YOU CAN’T EVEN DO A THING RIGHT”
That’s right I am a piece of shit.
“FUCK YOU ARE JUST LIKE HER THE SAME LOOKS AND THAT SAME CUNNING PEROSNALITY WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE BETRAYING HUH?!”
He said those venomous words as he choked his own son
“HAH YOU ARE THE WORST AREN’T YOU BEING BORN FROM THAT BITCH HAHHHA DIE ALREADY”
Michael wished he had killed him, he wished to disappear, be gone for good. Cause no one wanted him. Hell, those angels must be thinking the same, that’s why they are not coming to protect him. Michael then thought, who am I kidding..God is probably not real and his angels are definitely just a made up story or else he should have been protected well no one wants a piece of shit Maybe that’s why?
Before he knew it, He was knocked out.
His routine went back to normal, except he didn’t go to that cafe. He never went near that cafe as he was afraid to show his face there. Now he was sitting on the jail’s cold concrete as he was arrested for a framed robbery and knocking out police officers. Not his fault he was simply protecting his treasure. The football who is a piece of shit like him. He decided to buy that on his 12th birthday, and decided to play with it and from then on he saw himself in that ball.
An elderly figure appeared
“Say, would you play football for me? If you do I will free you from here.”
It was a tempting offer and he decided to accept it.
Now he was known as the God chosen Emperor of the field. Part of the New Gen 11.
He was alright until Isagi Yoichi crashed into his kingdom of glasses.