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ness pov ─── ᯓᡣ𐭩 ───
logic or feelings is a comment that has been hammered into my head. ever since forever, i've felt different from others, and they were never afraid to make it clear. i wasn't an intelligent nerd like my entire family i was just, there. a dumb little kid who believes in magic. fairly i've always felt indulged in magic. it captivated me and my sights. i felt comfort in magic, like i could escape all my problems from the real world. people would always judge me for whatever i did, no matter how small, but in a magical world, anything is possible. i could show them! bring them to their knees and tell them to shut up. i just needed to find that magic...
football. conveying people from cries of distress to happy cheers just from a single score. that's REAL magic. i want to experience that thrill. football players are like magicians and i want to become one. i don't care what anyone thinks anymore, this is my true goal. anything is crucial for my improvement.
being invited to participate for bastard munchen was a blessing in itself. somebody like me? able to compete with people with so much experience and twice my size?! I'll be sure to give it my all. the first match begins, i start with the ball and glide past the players blocking me and scanning the field looking for someone to pass to, as someone calls my name i feel the urge to not pass, 'this person is too slow!' but since this IS a makeshift team i guess i can pass...wait! who's this? he's already behind me? as he takes the ball the opposing team ultimately scores a goal, making the score 0-1. my mind starts flashing frantically. am i meant to do this...? there are people so much better than me here...people who have been training their whole lives. i should just...eh? who is this? i look up to see
a tall, young, blonde man standing before me. his hair blows into the wind as it covers his eyes.
"hey, loser. do you believe in the impossible?" he questions as he turns his eyes to my teary ones. i stare in utter shock. as he continues. "just now. the thought of giving up flashed in your mind. am i wrong?" he says still with a stoic exposure. i can't lie, he was correct. i did think of giving up in that exact moment. let's see. who does this guy think he is? as he continues talking about the 'impossible' or whatever i can't help but be captivated by his appearance. he had his pretty blue eyes laced with red eyeliner complimenting his already stunning features, fair skin with blonde hair and...wait what the hell am i rambling on about?! this isn't the time for that ness! he's complimenting my skills...should i join him? in the end, there's nothing to lose so i guess...
"ah...okay" is all i manage to mutter out to him. i grab his hand that he's holding out to me. we get into our positions again, and the match starts. (yeah i'm just gonna skip the soccer scenes i suck at writing them, so yeah boom kaiser scores :3) what the hell?! how did kaiser just manage to do that insane goal? all i can do is stare in amazement. 1...2...3...scores, and finally we won 3-2. all of this because of the mysterious blonde man we've got accepted into the best club, bastard munchen.
ᯓ★.ᐟ
hanging out with kaiser always felt like performing a tough and complex puzzle, but in the end, the result is worth all the hours. he would never really answer a question directly, instead there would always be some trick hidden inside. if he would answer a question, he would always make it too simple leaving you with more questions than answers. he's such a vague man, i need to know more about him! no i crave it...every time i talk to him i don't know why er- but...i feel sort of giddy- in a good way of course.
as months passed on we grew closer and closer. well, i can't say the same for kaiser, but what i can say is that i feel very attached to him. he's so perfect in everyday how could someone like him possibly have any flaws? every day i learn a little bit more about kaiser but that doesn't mean it's good. sometimes he feels a bit off...but i'd rather ignore it. anyw-
"hey, ness."
i angle my neck to look down at kaiser. i was currently cutting his hair because he kept complaining about how much it gets in the way whenever he plays soccer.
"i was originally a mentally weak person," he continued. huh? but that's not all. he explained how he never wants to fall into that weak mindset. i stop moving in shock. kaiser really is such a wonderful human being. i don't deserve him at all. he trusts me enough to tell me all of this? i can't help but let a light pink coat my cheeks with a small smile begging to burst into a giant one.
"that's awesome...!" is all i can mutter out. pathetic, i know, but i was just so ecstatic to care. 'he trusts me' is all i can think of right now. i start putting the dye onto kaiser's hair. it's in a beautiful royal blue shade that complements his eyes very well. finally done with his hair, i smile with my eyes glimmering with accomplishment. from now on kaiser, i promise i will make your dream of casting the football world into despair a reality. your dream is my dream, my blue-rosed emperor.
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i gently open the door to see...
"KAISER!!! what are you doing?! get up!!" i panic, rushing towards the distressed blonde. he's on the floor choking himself. is he okay!? i try to pull his hands from his neck but they won't budge. "please don't do this to yourself...!!! can't you see you're hurting yourself!?" i scammer.
he looks like a crazy maniac the stoic expression i've always seen him is long gone, replaced with a sadistic grin. this isn't the kaiser i know...what's going on? why would he deliberately choke himself? "hey ness...i found it. a way to destroy yoichi once and for all!" he rambles while aggressively gripping his hair.
"..." i gradually force out a grin with sweat pouring down my face. he truly is a genius. yoichi, you're going down and you'll be begging kaiser for forgiveness. my face slowly darkens at just the thought of that, and my cheeks redden. oh, kaiser...you're so perfect. mein liebe.