Some Things (Inazuma Eleven Go/CS/Galaxy x Reader)

Chapter 4: Books - Kariya Masaki

(Don't get confuse at the chapter thingy! Basically, I've already registered the Chapter 3 for Shindou Takuto - SPOILERS: along with Amemiya being registered for the 5th chapter and Hakuryuu 6th - ever since the beginning but unfortunately not yet done with his story. Kariya, on the other hand, just coincidentally got the 4th chapter because he's one of my favorite characters in IE Go.)

Kariya: Huh. *smirks*

Luna: Don't get so cocky, Kariya-kun!

Kariya: I'm not. *snickering*

Luna: *looks at readers* Hi minna-san! We're up for an another update! Oh, first things first -
~I deeply apologize @ashie3242 if this is not the update you're looking for. I'm still making Genda's chapter and while making his, I seem to have received a new idea for Kariya and decided to make his first before Genda's. I really apologize! Please forgive me! *bows down so low* But I'll update his next after Kariya then Kirino's for @deinahmarie
~@deinahmarie here ya go! A Kariya fanfic for my still fellow countryman. (You're a Filipina right? Yet lives in Italy and speaks one?) I hope you enjoy! *smiles widely* Oh, and kindly say hi to Fideo for me! XD (if you get it.) BTW, I'll dedicate this chappie for you if my family and I returns the city. Just so you know, I'm currently in our province for the rest of the summer and net here in our province is very slow and chances to update like this is really seldom. So yeah. :)

Luna: Just to remind everyone, Celestia wrote this. So, expect many um... Deep words, I guess? Hahaha. XD

Celestia: *did not say anything but looks at the readers* Enjoy minna-san.

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Tiptoeing inside the soccer club smoothly and silently as I can, I opened the door slowly and peeked in. I skimmed the whole surroundings, letting my eyes explore everything; there is no one around here, it seems that they are still practicing in the fields. Especially that darn prankster who had done nothing but make a ruse out of me and steal my things and humiliate me. I sneered and jumped in joy, finally entering inside - knowing that no one and a certain teal haired will bother me.

Humming a chirpy tune, I skipped at the corner side of the room and sat down with my bag hanging loosely on my shoulder. Shrugging it away, I opened it and plucked out a moderate-sized book. It has a brown cover and some black spiral designs, presenting a beautiful doodle. Finally opening it in peace, I sighed contently. It's been a while ever since I've been wounded with this calming atmosphere. Kariya has done a pretty good job in making my life more miserable than it was. I'm his favorite victim and was always tormenting me whenever the chance represents itself. But not anymore.

Grinning, I flipped some pages and searched for the certain paragraph I haven't finished in. I smiled when I finally found it and took out a pen from my bag and began writing my story. Yes, I'm an author - that is for my own perspective (I'm optimistic). I've always taken a deep devotion in writing my own novels, poems and short stories for 3 years and was still for now. Right now, I'm continuing my short story involving of a certain person whom I've liked so much even though he does not perceives me.

I stopped for a while to relax my writing hand and while I'm doing so, I gave a brief skim of my short story before continuing again. Every time I write a certain background or description, new ideas just kept on popping inside my mind that I can't stop writing. My imagination is running wild and I like that. Every author does. It's not like everyday we encounter this - especially if we are having the greatest writer's block. Might as well take it and be done for.

Scribble. That's all I can hear. Just my pen making scratching sounds against the now written paper and the screws inside my mind twirling and working. I was even caught up in my work that I haven't realized the opening of the door and the loud chatters of the team walking in straight inside the soccer club. I only stopped when someone tapped me by the shoulder and hastily, I jerked my head up and quickly hid the book behind my back. Despite being an optimistic author, I'm always embarrassed every time the team attempts to take a glimpse of my unfinished written work.