Friendly

The dark-haired Kawasaki, with a blow on his whistle created a rather commanding air that brought every member to him. A silent murmur was also dispersed by him.

"Attention, you guys! I didn't sleep well last night so let's keep this short n' sweet. Friendly, Kyoto Instituition of Arts."

"Again! God damn it!"

Yuuto and the majority of the first-years were dumfounded. What does that mean?

A sharp captain noticed the very obvious emotion of 'wut?' from the first-years. He spoke:

"It's a rivalry we started a year ago, those snobs picked on us, we demolished them. Now they keep calling us for friendlies. Curse those rich-kids." Every single member in the club had lost their up-beat mood. "Then lets just beat them!" spoke Yuuto, whose abilities to read the atmosphere were abysmal.

Almost instantaneously their mood skyrocketed, "Yeah! Let's beat em! WHOO!" It was quite an easy group to please.

And then came night, then morning, then day, I don't know what else you would expect. The first-years wore their kit's like medals, the void like blacks and the bright and cheery oranges highlighting the black.

A deep breath in, and a deep breath out. "Showtime, baby."

And out walked the two squadrons. KyoPre were focused, with a slight hint of fear. Fear of losing, disappointing, but all those boys knew that this wasn't that day.

KyoArt however were just as the rumors said. Snobby, smart looking rich kids, well all except for one, his name tag read Shota. Short but fierce, short hair complemented his face, which was rather on the small side. He was a gem, in the rough, an oh so very rough team.

Tweet!

And the game is underway! KyoA with the kickoff and immediately with blistering pace comes Shota. Brilliant touches, balance unparalleled, he dribbles past one, two no three men! Shot! And off the bar.

The deadball situation is here and immediately he has shown his claws. His pristine touches allow him to move and kill.

"Captain, what are we going to do?"

"He's too good!"

Bam! These words flew like shots. And the calm, cool, captain was in a frenzy.

"Uh, mm, yeah ask the coach!" he said, averting attention and fading out of the scenario.

"Defend." The players grins turned into uproar

"What do you mean defend!"

But they had no choice, the ref called to continue the game.

8:37

Another attack, quick down the wings, a rainbow to give him a great look and he scores! Fantastic goal.

And this went on twice. 0-3 down. Not the best place to be at halftime.

"Coach, help us!"

"Well you've won the game!"

"Excuse me?"

Kawasaki pointed at the opposing bench: "Look at how tired he is. He wont last. I made you hold those attacks again and again to A) build teamwork, it's only a friendly, B) Tire him. He's got no legs"

And at that point came the 'end' to the game. Those cheeky grins had returned. And they were ready to bite, too.

56:28

Hayama, quick as a lion pounces on a wonderful ball by Yuuto, the 9 runs down the field, his legs unable to be matched by the defence and it's 1-3. Signs of what is to come?

Jun, spin move and goal. Yuuto, 2 long range missiles. It was a spectacular chase. Killer instinct and questionable, yet efficient managing.

A very happy Yuuto, understandably coming of a brace looks at Shota, hat trick hero, yet denied a win.

"You were nice."

"Huh! Fool! Of course I did. The feeling is mutual though."

Tsundere? Well, coming of a win into the Summer Cup will give Yuuto an upper hand.