Guess who's back with another fic.
A/N: My brain has been fucked up by both and dub.
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Marcus Valentine had known that Royal Academy were a bunch of frauds, and yet he had decided to say in their team, the false victory that could be achieved had swallowed him whole, into a deep hole he could not get himself out of.
Time after time, he hadn't remembered the last time an opponent had even scored, at first he was happy, the thrill of victory had been a new feeling and a good one. He had craved that feeling time and time again.
But as the more he won, the more his tolerance towards victory increased, it became such a normal thing that he felt numb after one win, and he had kept on winning. It came to a point where he had started skipping training, debating whether or not he would play for the team.
This attitude continued until he faced a certain team, they played with joy, but not out of victory but for the game. They also nearly managed to give their team a run for their money, it made Marcus try for the first time in a while.
But the other team was determined to win, they had made him sweat, they had made him smile and they had nearly given him a fresh taste of victory, but all of a sudden in the second half they quit. It was sudden and unprecedented, needless to say Marcus was disappointed, but most of all he was angry.
He knew what had happened, it wasn't just a lucky draw, the team didn't just feel tired. It was that coach of his, Ray Dark. He had shouted at him and gotten angry, he was just about to have some fun but his hope was squeezed dry and spat at.
And that was when he decided it wasn't worth it anyway, the sport felt more like a work-out than a sport, it was boring and plain. The first thing he did was skip one training session and then another.
Again.
Again.
And Again.
He had skipped all the training until his teammates were wondering whether or not he wanted to play anymore, but obviously the coach had other plans and would force him to play whether or not he wanted to.
He was sick of it and decided to leave the school.
He entered a new school, a new environment to thrive in. He had long since forgotten about soccer, it was a dead sport in the back of his head.
He went past the soccer pitch, looking at the smiling faces of the school team. He knew what he had lost by becoming too strong, but it didn't mean he wanted to be weak. It didn't mean he wanted to lose, he just wanted to have fun.
It was early in the morning, the sakura trees were blooming and multiple pieces of the sakura tree leafs were falling down, rays of sun were ghastly shining, it was bright and windy.
Marcus had just walked past the soccer pitch sighing, it was a new term, a new school-year, no more royal academy, no more soccer just…. Life.
As he walked into the school building, he could see the assortments of multiple different clubs.
Archery.
Baseball.
Basketball.
And more.
The clubs were not only restricted to sports, although it was a popular genre, clubs like computer science, engineering and more were also options that were viable. Apparently, the school had a policy where a student must be in at least one club. The option should've been obvious, soccer was a sport he was familiar and good at, but for some reason he didn't want to pick it.
"If I was struggling to have fun with the best team in Japan, how is this random school going to help me," Marcus said.
Either way Marcus knew that he had months to choose his options so he wasn't in a rush. However he couldn't just help but think of registration in the soccer club, no matter the amount of apathy he had for the sport.
As he walked past the busy area of the school grounds and into the school building. He walked to where there was a nearby bathroom, he quickly touched upon anything that was scruffy about himself. It was a new school and he was determined to make a good impression.
His hair was a shimmering silver and his eyes had a rare case of heterochromia, his left eye was a deep crimson and his right eye was a shimmering ocean blue. His school uniform was deep black, the typical middle school uniform for Japanese students.
After 5 or so minutes he came out of the bathroom and to the principal's office, they had told him to come with his parents but his dad and mom were occupied with work so they couldn't make it.
He found himself a little bit lost but after asking directions from an upperclassmen… he was still lost. It seemed that it was common courtesy to send the new kid or lower year students the wrong way. But soon enough he found himself in the office.
"You took your time getting here," the principal said. He had brown hair and brown eyes, he had a diamond shaped face, he was also decently tall. His hair showed signs of grey hairs but other than that he seemed like a middle-aged worker.
"Took your time admitting me," Marcus snarled back, sitting on a nearby chair looking at the principal right in his eye.
"We've got around 200 people waiting to enter this school, Marcus. Don't give me that attitude," he replied.
Marcus swung his arms up, "I don't care, speak what you want and get me out of this damn office."
The principal eyed him up, "you've got an attitude on you huh, you're lucky you come from that school as one of their star players," he said, "So I will consciously ignore your earlier rude comments."
"This is why I hate all these goddamn schools, thinking I'm some guinea pig for profit, I already told them that I wasn't playing soccer."
"And that is why you got rejected by each and every other one, because not only is your attitude terrible you refuse to play the thing they want you for," the principal replied. He took out a bottle of water, opened the cap and took a sip.
"I would rather be home-schooled than go to any of those filthy schools," Marcus replied.
"Forget all this crap, mind telling me why I'm here you still haven't explained anything."
"Don't be so angry, it has nothing to do with soccer… yet."
Marcus raised an eyebrow.
"Since you are a new student, I wanted to give you a few personalised things, usually this is given by your registration teacher but I felt like giving it myself," the principal explained.
He gave him a time-table for all of his lessons and explained a few of the school rules before dismissing him.
"Remember the deal, at least once a month you'll participate in the team training," the principal said.
Marcus waved him off, "yeah yeah," he said as he walked out of the office.
Looking at his time-table he saw that he had physical education first, and the sport was… it was soccer. He looked at the next few days and saw that he had physical education nearly everyday except from Thursday.
"Motherfucker," he mumbled.