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With the final whistle of the last Blue Lock match, Kaiser was struck by a delayed realization—he would have to leave. Over the months he’d spent here, it was as if he’d forgotten there was still a world beyond this “prison.”
A world where he had everything.
Everything except one thing.
Or rather—one person—who had, in recent times, become an inseparable part of his life. And without that person, he had absolutely no desire to live.
Michael Kaiser had always been used to getting what he wanted. And this time, what he wanted was Isagi Yoichi.
They’d only just started getting along. They’d only just begun to truly play together. And now, what—he was supposed to simply leave and forget about it?
No.
He wanted Yoichi. He would have Yoichi.
The universe seemed more than willing to indulge him—Blue Lock’s players were about to get a month-long vacation. A whole month! Plenty of time to play, to enjoy themselves. Thanking fate for the opportunity, Kaiser wasted no time putting his plan into motion.
“Come with me, Yoichi. To Germany.”
But the plan crumbled right from the start. The universe had decided to play a cruel joke.
“What?! No way!”
A flat refusal. Yoichi was stubborn, and Kaiser ground his teeth. Damn it! That attitude wasn’t just something he brought to the field. Or maybe Kaiser was the only one lucky enough to be treated to this “special” brand of obstinacy. Clearly, someone was in need of re-education.
Obviously, a simple “no” wasn’t the end of it. If Yoichi himself wouldn’t cooperate, Kaiser could always appeal to someone with authority over him—someone who could influence his decision.
“Give him to me,” Kaiser demanded, barging into Ego and Anri’s office.
“No.”
Another refusal! Those damn egoists didn’t want to share their best player. Apparently, they already had plans for poor unsuspecting Isagi—press conferences, commercial shoots… They weren’t even going to let him enjoy a little rest.
Kaiser now felt utterly convinced that his wish to take Yoichi away wasn’t selfish at all—it was an act of pure generosity. He would make sure Yoichi had a proper rest, recharged, ready for whatever came next.
The only question left was—how to make him come along?
There was only one option left. Kaiser would kidnap Yoichi Isagi.
And while he had no actual experience in abduction, he didn’t think it would be all that hard. First, Yoichi was small and light—carrying him off would be child’s play. Second, Kaiser had resources and connections. Organizing the whole thing wouldn’t be difficult.
All that remained was to work out the details and ensure that, for the next month, no one would be actively looking for their “missing” forward.
Fortune smiled on him again—Yoichi had no plans to visit home during the break. Honestly, his parents were the only people Kaiser might’ve felt a little guilty about. As for the scheduled interviews and photo shoots? Not his problem. Blue Lock’s management could deal with that themselves.
After some preliminary reconnaissance, it was time to gather supplies.
While browsing thick canvas ropes at a hardware store, Kaiser frowned. Those would chafe the delicate skin of his precious captive. No—something better. He ended up ordering elegant red silk bondage rope from an online adult store instead. Secure, safe, aesthetically pleasing. And useful for the future.
The second item on his very short list was a mild sedative. Kaiser was a gentleman—he wasn’t about to resort to getting Yoichi drunk or hitting him over the head. There was no need—after a tough training session, Yoichi usually slept like the dead. All Kaiser had to do was make sure he didn’t wake during “transportation.”
On the day of the abduction, Kaiser was in an excellent mood. He could already picture their vacation—showing Yoichi his home, giving him a tour of the best bars and shops. Of course, only if he behaved and didn’t try to run away. Otherwise… well, there was always the option of locking him in the apartment and chaining him to the bed.
Not an unappealing thought, actually.
Full of determination—and a variety of fantasies—Kaiser strolled casually toward Yoichi, who was sweating it out on the gym equipment.
“Here. Drink,” he offered, a faint, unreadable smile on his lips as he handed over a bottle of water.
Not long ago, Yoichi probably would’ve snapped back that he didn’t need anything from him. But as mentioned before, during their last match, something had shifted between them. They weren’t exactly best friends now, but the old hostility had faded.
So Yoichi accepted the water without suspicion, gulping down half the bottle in one go. Even managed a polite “Thanks.”
“Oh, you’ll thank me later,” Kaiser thought with villainous glee. Then he took the treadmill next to him, biding his time.
Everything went smoothly. Soon Yoichi slowed down, then began yawning. Completely unaware, he wrapped up his training and headed for his room. Kaiser followed like a shadow.
The coast was clear—no roommates in sight. Peeking in, Kaiser grinned in triumph—Yoichi was already fast asleep. Alone. Vulnerable. Practically begging to be stolen.
Humming with satisfaction, Kaiser darted back to his own room to fetch the rope.
Tying him up wasn’t as simple as expected—he had to move quickly, quietly, worried Yoichi might wake. But no—he slept deeply, occasionally mumbling silently in his dreams. Still, moving an unconscious body was no small feat. Fortunately, Kaiser had come prepared. The shibari tutorials and forum tips from an experienced kidnapper had been worth it. In under three minutes, Yoichi was bound hand and foot.
Now all that remained was to get him out unnoticed. Slinging the unconscious forward over his shoulder, Kaiser made his way through the corridors, enjoying again how compact his captive was.
The gods were clearly on his side—not a single soul crossed his path. He grabbed the suitcase he’d packed the night before and walked right out of the Blue Lock.
Moments later, both suitcase and sleeping Yoichi were in the back of a waiting taxi. The driver blinked at the sight of the tied-up passenger, but a couple of thick bills from Kaiser ended the matter without a word.
The pilot of Bastard München’s private jet stared at the approaching figure in shock.
“You said you needed help setting up a romantic surprise?!”
“I do.”
***
Yoichi’s eyes fluttered open, groggy—and in the next instant, he gasped, panic flooding him. The first thing he saw was the red rope binding his wrists and ankles.
“Oh, finally awake.”
Next came Kaiser’s playfully smug face, sitting far too close. Then Yoichi realized where they were. A damn airplane! Out the window—only the dark expanse of the night sky.
“What the hell?! Where am I?! Why am I tied up?! What did you do?!”
Kaiser sighed theatrically, rubbing his temples.
“So many questions at once. It’s simple—I kidnapped you.”
“K-kidnapped?!”
“You didn’t want to come with me. What else was I supposed to do?”
Yoichi froze, mouth open, completely at a loss for words. Kaiser sounded utterly convinced his actions were the only logical solution—and not the slightest bit guilty.
“Don’t look at me like that, Yoichi. You’ll thank me later.” He pulled Yoichi’s own phone from his pocket, switched on the camera. “Smile.”
In the resulting photo, Kaiser was grinning radiantly, arm slung over a still-stunned Yoichi.
“On vacation with Kaiser. Bye y'all :D” read the caption, sent straight to the Blue Lock group chat. Then the phone was switched off and tossed aside.
“What the hell are you doing?!”
Yoichi had never been kidnapped before and had no idea how one was supposed to behave. Not that he could move much anyway, with his limbs bound—and there was nowhere to run, miles of air beneath them.
“We’re going to have a great time. I promise you’ll like it,” Kaiser purred, suddenly resting his head on Yoichi’s shoulder and yawning widely. “Since you’re awake, I’m going to sleep, okay? Organizing your kidnapping was exhausting, you know.”
“What? No! Don’t you dare fall asleep! Hey!”
Yoichi’s protests went ignored—Kaiser just popped out his translation earbuds and closed his eyes.
Really, there was no way out. Yoichi exhaled in defeat. Truth was, he’d wanted to accept Kaiser’s invitation earlier, but had chickened out at the last moment. Now, to save himself the stress, he decided to simply go along with the role of “kidnapped victim.”
***
Days slipped by, one after another. And with each day, Yoichi found himself enjoying being a “captive” more and more. Kaiser had kept his promise—they were having an incredible time.
In this unfamiliar new country, there was so much to see and do. After months of isolation in Blue Lock, the trip felt like a breath of fresh air.
Kaiser couldn’t get enough of his hostage. Yoichi slept in his apartment, wore the clothes he bought him, ate the food he cooked, and fit seamlessly into his home and life. That “bad” personality Kaiser once complained about was softening before his eyes.
They toured every landmark in the capital, visited nearby towns, splurged on souvenirs and meals. They climbed a snowy mountain peak, spent an entire day in bed playing video games, had a kickabout in Kaiser’s home stadium, and braved the wildest rides in the amusement park. They got drunk at a beer festival, shared their first kiss on a warm summer night, and eventually put those red ropes to their intended use.
When the time came to leave his now-voluntary captivity, Yoichi almost teared up at the airport. Luckily, their goodbye wouldn’t be for long—they still had one last fight ahead, for the World Cup.
Thinking of that, Yoichi suddenly worried—had he lost his form over the past month? All that rich German food and lazy days couldn’t have been great for his training. But there was still time to get back into shape.
“Kaiser,” he called, hesitant at first as they approached the check-in counter. Then, with a challenging smile:
“When I win the World Cup… I wouldn’t mind if you kidnapped me again.”
Kaiser watched the plane disappear into the clouds, a slow, promising grin spreading across his face.
The plan for the next kidnapping was already taking shape.