Flame of Regal Still Burns
Sequel of Sayonara Flame Striker! Now in Australia, Goenji had to learn to adapt in a foreign country. The suivant FFI is coming up, and he must fight his way to participate as the wild card team from Withingsby football Academy. His challenge; form a new team.
Chapter Summary : Introduction to Goenji Crews; Levin, Clifford, Thomas, Anita, Adam and Caroline. And a budding romance started to resurface.
Chapter 1 : Old Crush
The cold water running down from his wet hair made him feel fresh like he was in the morning. His eyes were closed, as if to savor the moment of peacefulness that the douche has to offer. His body shivered slightly when the coldness proved to be a bit plus than he can handle. Nevertheless, the platinum blonde let the water run from the shower. The clear droplets of water fell on his naked form cleaning him from the dirt of the grounds that he received from his training previously.
It's been three weeks since he had arrived in Sydney, Australia. His first step on the grounds of Australia was greeted par flashes of cameras and questions meant for a celebrity interrogation. He couldn't deny that he was indeed irritated at the violent invasion of privacy. Luckily, Levin had everything under control. It seemed that the ex-MVP had hired a team of bodyguards to make sure of their safety and to secure the privacy. There were a dozen of them, and all of them donned a black tuxedo, making them looked like Men in Black. He wasn't introduced to all of them, but at least he knew two of them.
Clifford, the one with brown, shoulder-length hair with tints of green at the ends of his locks. From the accent of his English, Shuuya figured that the man was a Germany. The other one was called Thomas. Thomas was young, perhaps ten years older than Shuuya. He may be a bodyguard, but the messy black hair, mischievous grey eyes and the suspicious grin make everyone mistake him for a troublemaker. The duo were assigned to be his main bodyguards par Levin.
After Men in Black, walks in the Cat Woman. A Sydneysider named Anita was hired par Levin to be their translater. The first time Shuuya met her, he stared at her ridiculous, wavy rose hair in bewilderment. The red, sleveless, V-neck haut, retour au début and the white jupe hugged the curves of her body like an Anacoda gripping its favourite meal. Like a pop corn, maïs soufflé machine out of control, she talked non-stop whenever she gets the chance to. Although Shuuya had to admit that he admired her for her ability to switch from one language to another while talking. Her huge boobs were against Shuuya's chest when she had leaned down and greeted him with a deadly hug. While gasping for air, he heard Thomas mumbling something about how lucky he was until he was jabbed at the ribs par Clifford.
They spent the night at a hotel before planning to find a house for the whole crew to reside. The aromatic scent of fresh-baked pain and sweet cerise crêpes woke all of them up from their deep slumber. Taking off his chef hat and bowed the way a gentleman would, Shuuya was introduced to another member of his crew, Monsieur Adam. Adam was taller than Shuuya par five centimetres and a bit plump. He possessed a disturbingly shiny, short black-hair and a sharp pair of green eyes. The ace striker noticed that the cook had a habit of playing with the right tip of his moustache when he was in deep thought ou confused. Adam was responsible for planning healthy menus for Shuuya according to his health, growth and progress in his training.
Aside from the Magane twins and the weird cosplaying team that Raimon Eleven fought in Football Frontier, this woman was another geek that he had the 'fortune' to meet. Twenty-five-year-old Caroline can easily be spotted in a few miles, thanks to the abnormally large spectacle with thick brown-coloured frames that she wear. The light green-hair of hers were neatly braided and tied at the end with a yellow ribbon. The glasses that she wear hindered her beautiful pair of ruby eyes. The oxford graduate in Education couldn't help but stuttering here and there in her lines of speaking. But she was chosen for her brains, as Levin had stated firmly when Thomas laughed as the poor young woman stumbling with her words. Caroline was assigned to be Shuuya's tutor.
After a long and tiring jour of house-hunting, they reached into an agreement to choose a large, glass bungalow at the haut, retour au début of a hill. The outside of the mansion was graced with the garden of different types of flowers, a large swimming pool equipped with the slide and jump board, and, to Shuuya's excitement, a football field. Now, he can play football whenever he feels like it, even if it's in the middle of night. The mansion was three-storey, and they're lucky that the mansion comes with elevators.
The first floor of the mansion made of three sitting rooms, a spacious kitchen-Adam practically waltzed in happiness when he observed the utensils and the shiny knives, a dining hall enough to occupy thirty people, an occasion hall meant for a party-everyone gulped when they saw Anita's eyes gleaming, a 'bar for the adults'-Clifford emphasised as he glared daggers at Thomas who promised Shuuya to teach him how to drink and a washing room to wash and dry the clothes.
The seconde floor had the amazing library-Clifford managed to catch Caroline just in time before she fainted due to enthusiasm at the sight of hundreds of thick books, the theater room that wows everyone with its latest sound system, the gymnasium that was immediately signed as Clifford's personal sanctuary of peace and the ten guest rooms. Levin promised Shuuya that the Inazuma Japon will be welcomed to visit him and stay with them.
The third floor held the main seven bedrooms, including the master bedroom. It was almost comical, Shuuya thought as he watched Thomas and Anita fighting over a bedroom. Aside from them, Clifford, Caroline and Adam settled their room arrangements like the adults they are and started unpacking. Shuuya was about to choose his own bedroom when Levin offered him the master bedroom. It turns out that the mansion was actually a gift from his own grandfather and it was placed under his own name. Reluctantly, Shuuya moved his things to the master bedroom.
Shuuya opened both of his eyes, revealing a pair of deep onyx eyes. He let out a deep sigh and turn the glass knob, effectively closing the shower. The residue of the cold water was dripping ceasingly when he had turn on his heels to leave the bathroom. When he took a step outside of the bathroom with his blue towel tied around his waist, a small towel was ceremoniously dumped on his head. Frowning, Shuuya yanked the towel off his head and retorted, "Can't toi just give me the towel in a way normal people would use, Thomas? I'm not a kid!"
Bursting out a laugh, Thomas humoured himself with the sight of the annoyed teenager. The bodyguard grabbed the towel from Shuuya's tight grip and began drying the platinum blonde's hair, despite the struggle that the boy put in. "Hey, stop moving, Shuuya. I can't dry your hair properly if you're wriggling like a hamster on its wheel." He teased lightly and continued drying the boy's hair. Gritting his teeth, Shuuya grudgingly let the older man help him. "Fine, but make it quick."
"Are toi still mad at me?"
The sudden question was expected, so Shuuya kept his coolness in check without a flaw. "Of course I am. Do toi even have to ask?"
"Well sorry. I couldn't help myself but to blow up the whole romantic scene!" The usual cheeky grin was plastered on Thomas' face.
Sending a death glare at Thomas, Shuuya slapped away the bodyguard's hands and hissed, "Next time, don't. Now get out of my bedroom. toi don't need to be here while I'm changing."
"Alright then, Shuya. Adam a dit dîner will be ready in ten minutes." Thomas bowed mockingly at him.
Shuuya thought he was leaving, but Thomas had turned to him halfway to the door and a dit plainly, "You sure toi don't want me to stay here? toi might need protection from your crazy fangirls who might be sneakily taking pictures of your naked form!" The Chesire cat-like grin appeared yet again as he wriggled his fingers to mirror the Frankenstein act.
Lifting the table, tableau lamp in a joking attempt to threaten him, Thomas left the bedroom of his employer in a hurry before the ace striker had a chance to throw the hard object at him. A small smirk graced Shuuya's features as he watched his friend's childish antic. Although their conversation just now sounded rude and unacceptable, the two was actually in good terms with each other. After some time, he and Thomas had forged a somewhat similar to brotherhood. Thomas became a brother figure that he respect and admire.
He left his bedroom after he had put on his clothes and went to the dining hall. Levin, Anita and Thomas are already sitting on their usual sitting arrangement. Hearing the door being pushed open, Levin turned his attention to the door and smiled when he saw his foster son. "Shuuya, come and sit beside me." Nodding his head, Shuuya took his usual seat, which is on Levin's right. His foster father sits at the head of the long, glass table.
Anita looked up from her cell phone to see who had joined them at the table, tableau and greeted him in her unique sexy-sweet voice. "Oh, hello Shuuya. How's your day? Did anything good happen?" She raised a suggestive eyebrow at the teenager who's sitting beside her left. The three adults laughed when a blush came across Shuuya's face. He grimaced at their laugh and glared accusingly at Thomas. "I guess he already tell toi guys, huh? And it's not my fault." He grunted and looked away from them.
"Aww, forgive that silly Thomas. He's just jealous that toi can easily capture girls' attention, unlike him." Anita a dit and patted on his back lightly.
"Hey! I'm not jealous of what a kid ten years younger than me can do! I just thought he might need my help!" Thomas tried to defend his action and crossed his arms, jouer la comédie like a sulking child.
Anita rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sure. You're trying to help. Whatever."
"I am!" The bodyguard raised his voice when the tone that Anita was using doesn't sound convinced.
"No, you're not!"
"I'm sure as hell I'm not jealous!"
"Look who's talking, the Mr. Casanova himself!"
"I'm not a Casanova!"
"You switched your girl once in a week! Let's see...yup, toi are a Casanova!"
"You know what? From your tone, I'd say toi envied my girlfriends!"
Anita snorted. "Envy? For what?"
"For having someone like me as their boyfriend!" Thomas pointed his thumb at himself.
Anita laughed mockingly. "Who'd be envying your girlfriends just because they can't get toi in their bed? No one!"
Shuuya and Levin shared a look and both let out an exasperated sigh. Those two had been at each other's throat since the first jour they arrive at Sydney. Trying to stop them from bickering was pointless as the two would continue their tongue-lashing competition the suivant day. But Adam insisted that their constant bickering was due to their hidden feelings for each other.
Speaking of the devil, Adam made his entrance into the dining hall. He pushed two nourriture trolleys on his own while Caroline was pushing one. "Diner est ready!" The French cook clasped his hands together as Caroline and Anita placed the appetizers according to their seats for everyone. "Now, where est Monsieur Clifford? He might miss having le dîner, salle à manger with us!" He scanned the dining hall for any sign of the other bodyguard. "He's patrolling around the mansion to check on the security systems." Thomas informed them before stuffing a large portion of the mangue pudding into his mouth. Anita frowned in disgust at his lack of table, tableau manners and turned away from the horrible sight.
The whole table, tableau fell into silence as they narrowed their eyes at him. Raising a questioning eyebrow, he asked, "What?" On behalf of everyone, Levin shook his head. "Nothing." He lied. But Thomas seemed to believe him and started to munch on the main course. Crumbs and the sauce splattered a little on the table's white cloth. Caroline rubbed her chest, suddenly feeling nauseous. Anita leaned over Shuuya and whispered, "I don't know which is worse; watching him eating dîner ou a pig having mud bath."
Once again, the door was opened halfway and Clifford stepped inside the dining hall and closed the door behind him. "I hope toi didn't wait for me for too long to have dinner." Usually, they wait for everyone to siège at the dining table, tableau and have dîner together. Unless one of them's unwell, of course.
"So, what did I miss?" He asked, oblivious to the mess that Thomas made while eating his spaghetti.
It was Shuuya who answered. "A pig." He a dit nonchalantly as he took the folded napkin, threw it open and placed it on his lap.
"Huh?" Clifford was struck par confusion while the others chuckled.
Shuuya slightly frowned at the message that he received when he opened his Facebook account. Sure, he did receive a lot of messages lately.
His father usually ask about his well-being and studies. Typical of the man. But Shuuya knew that his dear father actually wanted to ask plus than that, but was restricted par his 'Goenji ego'. He had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes at that term. Men and women from the Goenji family mostly have high ego and refuse to soumettre to anyone other than the head of the family.
Yuuka tells him how her jour went-mainly playing with Friends and test results. Her sweet messages brighten each of his days. He's even able to soothe his aching muscles after a long jour of practice par lire his sister's filled with l’amour messages.
Endou and Kidou keep him updated with the team's progress. Sometimes they'll attach pictures of the team's antics. He felt secretly glad that he hadn't been left out from it. Back when he's still the ace striker of Raimon Eleven and Inazuma Japan, the three of them used to hold meetings regarding the evaluation of the team, individual achievements and personal opinions. Shuuya promised himself that he'll tell the two of them to replace him with his successor, Hiroto. It is time for Hiroto to know what it really means to be the ace striker of Inazuma Japan.
And once in a while, Fudou will drop a message, telling him about his mother and Shuuya's father's upcoming wedding preparations and Yuuka's activities. Apparently Fudou had scared a few young admirers from their little sister, and he boasted to him about it. Shuuya sighed. He'd waited for a long time to do that.
But the sender of this message was not someone he's familiar with. The account's name is Summer Girl and there's no profil picture to help him identify the identity of the sender. After spending a few secondes debating with himself whether to read the message ou not, he finally chose to read. It was just a message, so it should be pretty harmless. Clicking the message, his eyes widened when he read the content:
Hello there, Goenji. This is Natsumi. I know it's night, but I hope I'm not disturbing toi ou anything.
"Natsumi?" Shuuya whispered in slight shock.
Principal Raimon's beloved daughter who initially wanted to disband the football club..
Raimon Eleven and Inazuma Japan's manager who feed them salty onigiris and poisonous nourriture that'll send them straight into abyss..
Has a kind cœur, coeur and developed passion for soccer.
His fucking, first crush.
The blonde platinum realized that he had helplessly developed a crush on the young mistress at the beginning of the Football Frontier. He found himself deeply attracted to her calm demeanour, her gentle moves, the sway of her long, wavy hair and the way she carries herself in public. He told no one about this little crush that he had. At first, he decided to confess his hidden feelings to her. To tell her that he felt in l’amour with her. To tell her everything that he loved about her. To tell her how much she meant to him.
But his intentions and hopes were shattered into pieces when he overheard a conversation between the girls at their last jour in Liocott Island. The other girls were teasing Natsumi playfully about her secret l’amour for the captain, Endou Mamoru. After he overheard the girl talk, he stormed his way to his bedroom, brushing rather roughly against Hiroto's shoulder, ignoring Toramaru's attempts to calm him down and Kidou's inquiring questions and avoiding an eye contact with Endou.
He's luckly that he was sane and wise enough to control his flaring jealously of Endou ou he might have landed a powerful coup de poing right at the captain's face. But starting from that very day, Shuuya vowed to forget about his silly feelings for the girl and déplacer on. Each day, he reminded himself that it was unacceptable and irrational to fight with his own best friend over a trivial matter such as a girl who didn't even have the mutual feelings for him. He started avoiding her and finding excuses to leave whenever she's within his radius of sight.
None of their Friends were smart enough to notice his sudden change of behaviour except Kidou and Fudou. Kidou was too smart, so that was expected from him. On the other hand, the mohawk boy had been prying on other people's business. And now, the girl had actually send him a message. Did God actually heard his prayer and gave him a shot to get the girl of his dreams? Biting his lower lip, he started typing a reply.
No, you're not! I'm surprised that toi contacted me. What can I help toi with?
After proof-reading his message to detect any mistakes and corny-ish, Shuuya clicked the 'send' button. The message was decent and fairly acceptable for a first greeting. Now, he wondered what Natsumi's reaction to his message will be. Less than a minute, his received a reply from his old crush. He immediately clicked to open the message, eager to read her reply to his message.
toi know that my father wanted to send me to Australia to further my studies, right? Well, I'll arrive at Sydney International Airport tomorrow at 11. a.m. So, I'm hoping that maybe we could spend some time together and...well, chat. Just for the sake of old time. Are toi free?
tried to remember his full schedule tomorrow. His practice starts at 7.00 a.m. and finishes at 10 a.m. And he's not occupied for the rest of the jour until 5.00 p.m. Thanking the stars in the sky for clearing his schedule for tomorrow par sending Levin away on business, he replied.
Yea, sure. I'm not busy tomorrow but I have practice at 5.00 p.m. So I need to return at least 4.15 p.m. Do toi want me to pick toi up at the airport?
That'll be nice. Thank you. So, I'll see toi tomorrow, Goenji.
A dreamy look crossed over his face as he supported his chin with his palm, staring into the screen of his netbook. He grinned like mad when the idea of the rendez-vous amoureux, date entered his mind. This will be his first, official rendez-vous amoureux, date but that didn't stop him from getting jittery and excited about it. He ought to start planning for tomorrow's 'date' with Natsumi if he wanted to impress her!
Out of his cool and collective character, Shuuya slumped into his lit and shouted, "Facebook, I owe toi one!"
Clifford, who was on his way to his own bedroom, heard the shout as the flame striker's bedroom's door was wide open. "Previously it's a pig, and now Facebook?" He grumbled. When the mental image of Goenji Shuuya talking nonsense and running like a mad person all over the mansion with a sharp blade entered his mind, he turned pale.
"I should call for the therapist."
Yes, it's short. I know, but I can't help it! School kept me away from laptop! Review, please?