Ascension│Bluelock x male reader

3.24. Deal With The Devil (Part 2)

Y/N slumped against the hard wall.

Had he made the wrong choice? Again? Had he messed up yet again, by coming to Ascension? He was sick and tired of messing up everything. He just wanted something to go right for him. I just... Kuroi will train me. I'll get better.

It was two in the morning. Y/N had caught sight of the time, on a watch one of the uniformed staff wore. A full day of training, or torture, had left its mark on him. Maybe a single day for the other occupants of the facility wouldn't be bad, but the entire time, Y/N had been personally 'trained' by Kuroi. A sadistic psychopath of a coach. 

His entire body ached, a deep seated, unpleasant heat in his bones. His eyes hurt, swollen and red-rimmed from crying. He'd done his best to stretch, get some of the tension out of his muscles, but everything still hurt. And on top of that, Y/N was pretty sure all the injections had done something to him. He kept getting dizzy, and his head pounded painfully. 

And along his arm, a dozen red lines circled over his skin.

For Y/N's first day at Ascension, Kuroi had used the same device that'd been used last time. A metal ring, adjustable to fit anywhere on Y/N's arm from his wrist up to his bicep. Whenever Y/N did something Kuroi didn't like - like missing a shot from the full distance of the pitch - the ring would heat up to unbearable temperatures.

But he knew the marks would disappear in just a few hours. They always did. So he didn't bother nursing his arm, sitting propped up against the concrete wall of his room. They'd lowered the lighting a few hours ago, turning it from a harsh white to a darker, yellow-tinged glow.

If it was possible, the standard of living in Ascension had decreased. Y/N's room was a tiny concrete cube, a thin mattress on the floor and nothing else. No door, not even bars. Anyone could walk in and out as they pleased. Though, there looked to be some unspoken rule that people didn't want to break - nobody went into each other's cubicles. 

Until there was a faint knocking on the concrete near him. Y/N cracked his tired eyes open.

A boy stood in front of him.

White haired. Golden eyed. Tall. Athletic. A boy that'd been praised for being one of the best soccer prodigies in Japan, only a year ago. Unlike quite a lot of the other people Y/N had seen, this boy didn't have any noticeable deformities. He looked healthy, save for the deep rings around his eyes, and the slight favouring of his right leg as he stood there. 

Despite being healthy-ish, he wasn't dressed as a staff member. Instead, he was in the standard clothing for a subject, the same clothing Y/N was dressed in. A grey sort of coverall, buttoned up at the front. It had a few changes to it, like a smart collar on the top, and the logo of an altar printed on the breast. The logo of Ascension.

Y/N's eyes widened. I know him. He spoke with a tired, defeated voice. "Kira Ryosuke."

Once dubbed the 'Jewel of Japan', Kira was the same age as Y/N. He'd carried his team to Nationals right before Bluelock had started, and been the first to challenge Ego Jinpachi's mindset. And now he was here. In Ascension.

"Y/N L/N." The other boy replied, his tone just as downcast. For such a previously lively boy, his eyes were dark, and haunted.

I... fuck. I've only seen him on TV, and for like ten minutes at the very start of Bluelock. What am I supposed to say?  Y/N sighed. "I watched you on TV. How were high school nationals?"

"Not bad." Kira shrugged slowly, the small movement looking like a huge effort. He cracked a smile both of them knew was fake. "Bit hard to enjoy it when someone you beat is scoring against the Japanese U-20 team."