𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 || 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤

09||Falling from Grace

Chapter 9: Falling from Grace

Song: Enemy

Pray it away, I swear 

I'll never be a saint, no way

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Aiza(Ryouta)'s POV:

Team Z kicked off, with none other than mr.Слабак (weak/lame) himself as their striker. Oh, joy. I rolled my eyes. Seriously, did this guy come with a 'loser' stamp on his forehead? They started charging forward, trading passes with each other.

I wasn't having it. I darted in and snatched the ball halfway through their little passing show. "It's yours, Y-Wanima!" I called, launching the ball over to my teammate. He caught it with ease and started trading passes with his brother.

Then, bam—an orange-haired kid came out of nowhere from behind Older Wanima. Younger Wanima shouted a warning, but before he could react, Bachira swooped in from the other side and took the ball away. For a second, it looked like he just handed it over on purpose.

"The fuck are you doing!?" I yelled after him.

Bachira lobbed a high pass toward the penalty box. And then, Mr. Слабак jumped up, completely unchallenged, and went for a header. Our defender didn't even try to stop him, and our goalie stood frozen as the ball 'accidentally,' found its way into the net.

"Wow. Just... wow." I muttered, shaking my head with a deep sign.

Team W - 1

Team Z - 1

"Yeahhh!!" Kuon shouted, his voice echoing across the field as his teammates rushed to him, celebrating like they'd just won the whole tournament. I didn't say a word, just shot a glare at my team, making it clear what I thought of their play—or lack thereof.

The first 30 minutes ended and Team Z switched positions. Older Wanima tried to get the ball back from the other team, but instead of playing smart, he yanked on the guy's shirt. Another 'accidental' mistake, faul. They were getting a penalty kick now. 

Bachira stepped up to take it. My eyes narrowed. I could already guess what was coming.

He passed it to Kuon. Again.

Kuon jumped high, almost effortlessly, and—of course—scored. Another goal for him.

Team W - 1

Team Z - 2

After the first half ended, we dragged ourselves into the locker room, they were talking and laughing, not even giving a glance towards me. Pathetic. I stood there for a moment, the weight of their betrayal sinking in or maybe it wasn't something to call betrayel.

"Hey..." I muttered, my hair falling over my eyes as I kept my head down. My voice was low, almost a whisper "Did you guys... make a deal with that loser?" Slowly, I raised my head, locking eyes with each of them, my glare burning with pure disgust. It's not about betrayel, since we're in Blue lock, it's totaly not about it.

A voice, cold and mocking, came from behind me. "That's right."

I didn't even need to turn around to know who it was. The Wanima brothers—those grinning hyenas—stepped forward, standing in front of me with the rest of the team at their back. Younger Wanima leaned in, his grin widening. "Tell me, what do you think happens if we lose this, Ryouta-chan?"

I stared at him for a moment, my body rigid, then... I snapped. A laugh burst out of me, wild and uncontrolled. I threw my head back, cackling like a madman, my hand covering my face as my shoulders shook with laughter. They all just stood there, watching me like I'd lost it.

"Yeah, yeah, only the best striker survives, and that's me!" I gasped between breaths, waving my hand. My laugh died off as quickly as it started as I opened my eyes. "This outcome was expected" I said, wiping the tears that formed when I laugh. My voice was dropping low "But it pisses me off. It really does. To think you were stupid enough to believe I'd lose.."

"It's not eleven-on-eleven anymore!!" I heard someone shouted after me.

I walked out of the room while straching my hand and signing.

Kuon scored two goals, the highest in Team Z untill now was 2, Isagi Yoichi, thinking he still has higher rate on his team, even if they lose, it'll be him who'll survive this, which means, Kuon needs to score one more to be the top of his team.

The second half kicked off with Older Wanima sending the ball to his brother, just like they always did. They surged forward, their movement smooth and practiced, but Louis swooped in out of nowhere and snatched the ball, sending it toward Gagamaru.

He launched himself low, practically gliding as his chin grazed the ground to connect with the ball, which then soared toward the forwards. What kind of playing style was that?

Of course, the ball landed back with Kuon. It's not for me jump high enough to challenge him, not in the two worlds of hell and heaven. I just gotta use other way. As he readied to shoot with his head, I threw myself at the ball and managed to headbutt it back when it almost reached the net, sending it flying upward, since my head's top barely touched it. Just enough contact—I could give myself a little credit for that.

'Достаточно хорошо (Good enough), Aiza' I thought before giving me a pat on the back in my mind. The ball landed at one of our defenders' feet, but before he could react, I snatched it away and charged forward. The feeling of stealing the ball from your so called teammate, it's been a while since I tried it.

This was no longer a fair match—it felt more like 10 players from Team Z, 10 from Team W, plus the traitor Kuon, and then there was me, fighting against all odds.

As I charged forward, my path was abruptly blocked by white haired dude, Kira. My instincts kicked in, and I tried to trick him, feigning left before darting right. But then I felt Louis closing in from behind. No chance. I need to pass it... but to whom?

In that moment, everything around me felt surreal. The energy of the crowd faded, replaced by a heavy silence that wrapped around me. My heart raced, pounding in my chest like a drum, mixing fear with excitement, but there was something else lurking beneath the surface—a sense of disconnection that caught me off guard.

The ball slipped away from my feet before I could even process what was happening. It felt like I was watching everything unfold from a distance, as if I were no longer part of the game.

'Without that nobodies playing for you, you'd be crushed. Your strenght isn't yours it's borrowed' the words echoed in my mind, mocking me.

I felt a rush of panic as I turned to sprint back to defend, but it was already too late. Kuon had the ball now, and in a heartbeat, he scored again.

Team W - 1

 Team Z - 3

For a moment, the fire began to burn through my body, and I glanced down at my hands, only to see them morph into shades of shadow, like a creature from the dark. I'm feeling weak...

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End of chapter 9.

No additional time again, promise I'll make one on the next chapter😓

Anyways, thank you for coming this far and reading this story (≧▽≦)