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Killing him wouldn't be enough. He needs his fucking head knocked in. Who is this? Is this a joke?
Ok- so maybe a backstory is needed? How in the world did Yoichi Isagi at the young, happy age of 9 get so mad? Well his answer would be this- boy? Menace to society- well that doesn't matter. All he knows is that his PERFECT kick that would have smacked the net, was thrown off course like it was a piece of paper that had just got knocked out of the air by no other than that little blonde boy.
“Hey! What was that for?!”
“(I'm sorry? I don't understand you shortie. Your kick just wasn't good? I didn't think it deserved to hit the net?)”
Oh, well that's unusual. Of course Isagi knew it was german, his idol (and father) Noel Noa is a german player. Due to his father he learned it very young, his German wasn't the best but it worked. This boy just said his kick “Didn't deserve to hit the net” He was NOT going to let this slide.
“(Hey you german prick have you ever heard of manners? Last time I checked you don't show up and ruin peoples days because your bored)” Isagi said in german (not without an accent unfortunately)
“(Oh? You understood? You speak like trash, where did you even learn german?)”
“(Rude! My Idol Noel Noa plays for Bastard Munchen. What does it matter though? You blocked my kick!)” Isagi was not going to reveal his life to this boy, as far as the world knows Isagi does not exist to Noel Noa and it would stay that way. And yes, he knew german most of his life but he rarely used it, an accent is perfectly normal??
“(That old man is unimportant, he's old news! I want to show you a real kick. I don't have much time but you better remember my name)” The blonde boy says as he lifts his legs- and- wow. The kick is so fast- “Michael Kaiser” he says as the ball hits the net with so much force and speed it nearly rips. “(Do not forget it cutie)”
The nerve! This bastard just smirked and winked!
“(How did you- wait-)” Isagi starts- suddenly remembering this boy has no idea what his name is. “(Im Isagi Yoichi. Age 9, Striker)”
“(Well Yoichi. I have to go but let's meet? One day, on the field. I'm a striker too. May the best win. Goodbye my little soulmate!)”
Soulmate? Is this guy fucking insane? He just shows up, makes fun of him, flirts, and LEAVES? This will not slide. Isagi will make sure of it. His visit to see his father in germany was just ruined by that little bastard Michael fucking Kaiser.