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Dear younger me,
Bachira Meguru was a lonely kid.
No one wanted to be friends with him because he supposedly "had a monster inside of him". Not that Bachira cared much since he was still a child but occasionally he would feel really lonely and today was one of those days.
Bachira sits in the middle of the soccer field clutching on to the soccer ball as if his life was tied to it-it basically was.
Will i become a tiny speck of dust and disappear?
Sometimes Bachira would wish that someone understood him other than his mom.
Maybe he just hadn't found that person yet.
He always hoped that.
Maybe...just maybe he had to wait longer.
Like a puzzle piece left alone
Where am I- wait this is Chiba...? I was just in Spain a second ago- how-?
Bachira stood there on the grassy soccer field that he can recognize anywhere. He had always played on this exact field before coming to Blue Lock, day after day.
Many of his most lonely time where on this exact field.
Do you feel like there's no place for you?
Bachira wonders around hoping to seek the answer of why he had been magically summoned here.
Maybe Ness was right... magic is really real
After sometime he stumbles upon the younger version of him to his surprise.
Huh-? That's me-!
The child in the mirror
"Hello...?" Bachira calls out to the small fragile boy in front of him. The small child doesn't move an inch only curling himself up against the black and white ball even tighter.
Bachira sighs now understanding that he somehow is meeting his younger self.
"I'm not going to force you to respond. Your a stubborn one right?" Bachira chuckles realizing how stubborn his child self was.
Sometimes he truly feels like he grew so much from back then.
You hate them more than anyone else
The two sit there in peaceful silence for a few minutes before a small voice breaks tension.
"Who are you..." The younger sounds more interested rather than scared of the unfamiliar face. Bachira looks visibly surprised, not actually expecting and answer.
He chuckles to himself before replying by saying, "I'm you silly! From the future! Crazy right."
The tears you've swallowed
Now making eye contact, Bachira can notice the tear stains covering the boys face as he looks up. Bachira sighs, shaking his head, muttering something that sounds like "poor you...".
"Me..? From the future...!!" Child Bachira is visible engrossed in this conversation. "Do we have friends! Are we good at soccer! How's mommy-" He begins to shoot questions at the older one before the older pats his head causing him to go quite.
"Calm down. I'll answer all of them but slow down." He laughs enjoying talking to his younger self.
Have formed an ocean in your heart
"Ok... uhhh- ok first off! Are we still lonely?" He exclaims hoping for an answer to the question that circles around every day inside of his small head. Bachira chuckles already expecting this question-it was his younger self he was talking about any ways.
"Nope! We have many friends like Yo-chan, Rin-chan, and ninja!!" The younger looks intrigued from the strange nicknames. "They are all like you! Soccer players with awesome skills!!"
Bachira hopes this is enough to give hope to the young one that it's possible for them to make friends that accept him for who he truly is.
Small and fragile
They stare at each other once more before the small boy, and not so fragile looking anymore, ask another question, "Uhhh- Are we really good at soccer?"
Bachira pauses for a second, thinking how to answer this without completely crushing the little ones dream.
"yes, yes we are...just not the best-" He knows these words are harsh for a mere child and himself but it is the truth.
Rin and Isagi are much better than him.
That's no secret.
Dear younger me,
"Oh...Ok! That's fine!" He giggles a warm bubbly one. He grins, teeth sowing and all before he suddenly stands up.
"I'll become the best dribbler in the world!!" It's a amazing dream yet Bachira knows that there is most likely someone better than him out in the world of soccer players but instead of crushing the dream that may be the younger ones last hope he laughs and nods his head.
"Yes, you can do that instead." He smiles matching the face of his younger self.
In a dark, long night, alone in your room
Bachira remembers the nights he spent at Blue Lock just laying there on his bed wondering if he'll ever be as good as Rin and Isagi.
He won't
Yet still he hoped that maybe there was a chance he would be able to catch up to the two.
But that thought remained only a dream as NEL went on.
You curl up and fall asleep
Some night Bachira's mood completely plummeted.
Those nights were the worse.
Same few thoughts circling his head, telling him horrible things about himself.
By your bedside, on your damp pillow
"Uhmm..." Bachira had completely forgotten that he was still with the young one. "Do we still have the monster...?" He asks in a wary tone.
Bachira thinks for a few seconds before answering. "No. We left them once we realized we didn't need them anymore."
The smaller one's smile drops slightly since the monster is all he has in this period of time.
"Oh...ok!" His smile reappears back as fast as it disappeared a split second ago.
A letter I leave for you
"So is that all?" Bachira grins hoping to comfort the child.
The child thinks for a few seconds before shaking his head and picking the soccer ball back up from it's spot on the ground.
"Nope! I mean the future wouldn't be fun if I knew what would happen right!" He laughs before running off back to his house.
"Bye future me!!!" Bachira waves back and once he's out of the child's view he stands up from his seat on the ground.
"Well, now lemme figure out how to get back-"
Just like how he got here, once he re-opened his eyes he was back at his dorm in FC BARCHA.
Love,
Older you.