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New profiles of the ng 11 (-teddy) and other important characters in the nel from a magazine promoting the live action! Someone who is fluent in japanese please translate this lmao. Some things I got were that bunny and sae are definitely connected, kaiser and isagi have a close? tense? relationship, and that kaiser was the reason that isagi evolved so much during the nel (we been knew this baby but its nice to get confirmation again :))
see THIS is how you FUCKING cut hair kaiser
kaisagi but there fighting for control isagi obviously loses
ᨳິDas ist also Liebe ── ࣪ ࣪ ۫ / Glass Kiss𓂅 ✼
✼ Kaiser-ella hates unpaid labor, you should too : 001 ✼ chapter one ── Kapitel eins
𝓕airytales, fables, and tall tales alike; all of them have a character the reader wants to root for. Whether it's the peppy protagonist or the determined hero, you can't help but fall in love with their good traits.
Compassion, humility, and loyalty draw these characters near to the heart.
"This damn piece of trash!" Kaiser slams the rag on the floor, letting out a string of curses in German.
Kaiser-ella wasn't exactly the most compassionate person.
Or the most humble.
Or even the most loyal.
But I promise, you will root for him.
Hopefully.
The current source of Kaiser-ella's frustration was the small piece of garment in his hands that made for a lousy excuse of a rag. The rag was quite useless when it came to cleaning up spills. In fact, it typically dirtied the floor more than it cleaned it. So it happened to elongate Kaiser-ella's cleaning time. Truly pitiful indeed.
Kaiser-ella stands up, dusting off his equally raggedy clothing and stomping over to the kitchen sink. He runs the rag under the water, whistling a modest tune under his breath.
Ever since his father had died, his life has been a whirlpool of shit. His mother remarried Jinpachi Ego, Kaiser-ella's strict and eccentric stepfather, and when his mother died, Ego completely took control of the house. Ego had even had the gall to rename the 'Kaiser estate' to the 'Ego estate' after Kaiser-ella's mother's passing. Nobody had questioned it, of course, because everyone assumed Ego had been in his own weird state of mourning.
In reality, the black-haired man truly had not given a damn. He walked around with a perpetually bored expression, only moving his facial muscles if he needed to insult someone or give an unnecessary pep talk.
Kaiser-ella slumps onto the floor, dramatically sighing while his stepbrother, Isagi, walks in.
Isagi pauses from where he's about to fill his cup full of water from a pitcher, he raises an eyebrow "Why are you on the floor—"
"DIE! DIE IN A PLANECRASH!" This was quite an odd statement, considering the fact that planes did not exist in a 17th century fictional kingdom.
Isagi backs away slowly, taking his water with him as he leaves the room.
Kaiser-ella continues sulking dramatically, wringing the rag in the sink to continue cleaning the floor.
His days had become quite boring and repetitive. Full of cleaning and cooking and cleaning and cleaning and cleaning and oh, did I mention cleaning?
He wanted to read a book, take a warm shower, anything but kneeling on the floor to try to wipe away a stain, only to find out it was embedded in the tiles.
Kaiser also had a weird impulse to kick a soccer ball.
He scoffed, "In what universe would I kick a soccer ball? Foolish."
I shall not elaborate on the irony of that statement.
A few days later, a man sent from the crown delivers an invitation to the Ego estate. Kaiser-ella is too focused on sweeping the floor to notice Isagi and Bachira running over to Ego, an embellished letter in hand.
"Crown Princess Y/N is looking for suitors at the upcoming Royal ball. In 2 days from now, any of the attendees there can be chosen as her beloved!" Bachira chirps excitedly.
Isagi smiles, "We should go. Though the chances are slim, who passes up an invitation to a royal ball? We can buy new clothes!" Bachira nods vigorously.
Kaiser-ella "overhears" this—he's snooping—and rolls his eyes. Out of—what?—a bajillion atendees, there's no way they'll be chosen. He continues sweeping, finding their hope hilarious.
Though a part of him does want to see the princess... his mind wanders as he sweeps rhythmically and his mouse friends scamper around his feet.
One squeaks happily, gesturing with its tiny paws.
He scoffs in annoyance and replies, "Pfft, no way. It's not like I'd have a chance either way. Also, it's just silly. What am I even supposed to do there?"
Another one squeaks again, looking determined.
He sighs, "Fine. I'll ask Ego if I can go. But I'm only there for the food. And to snag a peek of the princess."
When he's done with his daily chores, he looks around the mansion for Ego and finds him lounging on a velvet sofa, reading an upside-down book.
Kaiser-ella clears his throat and uses his most charming voice, "The Royal ball's coming up."
"Mhm hm."
"Do tell me, is there any way that I could possibly attend?"
"Deep clean the entire house." Ego flips through another page, "Then you can go."
Easier said than done.
He tightens up his bandana, and during the 2 days leading up to the gala, Kaiser works his ass off—cleaning the house with manic speed. He cleans the bathroom, everyone's rooms, the kitchen, the dining room; You name it, he's scrubbed it from head to toe.
On the day of the gala, he flops on a daybed, wiping sweat from his brow as he analyzes his hard work.
That'll show those shitheads, he thinks with a smirk.
He dusts his clothes off and heads to his room to change out of his dirty clothes. Yesterday, he headed into town to find something OK to wear and stopped at a place called 'Itoshi's Fittings'.
The owners had the same emerald-green eyes and the same long bottom lashes. They levelled him with a pompous look that said, 'You look like shit, and we're being judgy because we can ', and one of them muttered something about him looking 'lukewarm'. It was quite rude, of course, but Kaiser decided to control his tongue.
He ended up finding a wonderful navy blue suit to wear on the racks and used his savings to buy it. He came back home feeling proud of himself.
He put it on, headed downstairs—only to find Bachira giving him a confused look and Isagi glaring at him with disdain. Ego looks mildly irritated.
"Michael. Why haven't you cleaned the horse sheds?" Ego asks, frowning. Kaiser's eyebrows knit together in annoyed confusion.
"Since when have we had those? We don't own horses."
Bachira cuts in cheerily, "Yeah, but we have them in case. You still haven't cleaned them yet. Nobody likes dirty stables. I sure don't!"
Isagi hides a smile from behind his sleeve, coughing to hide his snickers, "Why, I'm feeling a bit parched now. Say, could you get me a glass of wine before we leave, Kaiser?"
Kaiser nods, gritting his teeth, and heads to the kitchen to get a glass for Isagi. It was a ridiculous request, after all. Who on earth asks for wine before leaving for a ball? Even Isagi wasn't usually this pretentious.
He comes back with a ruby red glass of wine clenched in his left hand. What happens next isn't anything Kaiser prepared himself for. Isagi winks at Bachira, Bachira purposefully puts his foot in Kaiser's path, and Kaiser trips—spilling the wine all over Isagi's fancy suit.
Isagi gasps, "You clown! That was my favorite suit!"
Bachira shakes his head in mock dismay, "You know, since he ruined your suit—you should take his suit as payback. It's the only fair thing to do."
As Kaiser looks up at Isagi, the blue-haired boy gives him a small smirk. Gotcha.
Kaiser was going to wring the life out of Isagi Yoichi.
Kaiser sits in the furnished gardens of the Ego estate, cursing Isagi under his breath in a multilingual swirl. He smells quite unpleasant after cleaning the (unoccupied) horse stables.
"...Fuckin' NPC. I hope he chokes on a piece of shrimp and dies."
He sighs once more, drawing patterns on the grass beside him. He puts his head in his hands, exhausted.
He hears an aggressive cough in the distance and perks up, looking for the source. He walks toward an old man, hacking in the gardens and holding himself up using a cane.
"Oh... hello, young one. Could you..." Another hacking cough, "Get me a cup of water?"
Kaiser levels him with a bored look and shrugs, "Sure. Wait here."
During any other situation, he would've told him, 'Get the hell off my property, you intruder!"
But out of the nonexistent kindness in his heart, he decided it wouldn't hurt to stagger to the kitchen and give him a glass. Especially because his coughs were becoming more and more grating to hear.
Also, this technically wasn't his property anymore.
He comes back with a cool glass of water, hands it to the old man, and the old geezer guzzles it all down in one sip.
"How refreshing. You must be a very kind boy, sir!"
Kaiser-ella shrugs, "It's whatever."
The man shakes his head, "Oh, no, no, no. You are kind! Now tell me, what's troubling you, little one?"
"It's nothing. My shit stepbrothers and stepfather left for the ball without me. I have no suit to wear because one of them took it."
That snake, Isagi. He didn't bother adding that.
The man's chapped lips curl up into what seems to be a smile. "I can fix that!" A beam of light fills the garden as the man's wrinkly features transform into a young boy with pale skin, magenta eyes, and light brown hair leading down to a magenta gradient. He wears a childish smile.
The boy wears a wizard's robe, and his wooden staff has transformed into a sleek white wand.
Kaiser-ella takes an impulsive step back, "What on earth?"
The boy bows, still smiling, "I am Ness! Because of your gracious kindness, I'll help get you to that ball! You can count on me!"
a/n : aw ness is such a cutie.
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⬭ ˳ © 𝓖umiholic . est ‘ 26
I could be torn between two roads that I just can’t decide which one is leading me to hell or paradise
Another kaiser thanks
His (Your) Decision - Michael Kaiser (Blue lock)
Synopsis: Kaiser always does whatever he wants. At least, that’s what he tells himself.
Content: fem!reader, no angst, maybe its a little ooc.
note: i said i had SEVERAL of his works ready to be posted didn’t i?
The Bastard München locker room was already filled with the familiar noise of the early morning. Locker doors slammed back and forth, cleats were carelessly tossed onto the floor, and conversations blended together into a constant hum. Despite all the commotion, Kaiser seemed to exist in an entirely different world. Sitting in front of his locker, he finished tying the laces of his left cleat while watching his reflection in the narrow mirror attached to the metal door. He wasn’t paying attention to anyone. Or, at least, that was the impression he made a point of giving.
Nearby, Isagi zipped up his bag and looked over at the rest of the team.
“So it’s confirmed? We’re going to that restaurant after practice, right?”
“That’s what everyone agreed on.” Yukimiya replied as he cleaned one of his glasses lenses. “Apparently it’s some kind of sponsor event.”
“Finally.” Raichi let out a laugh. “Eating decent food after yesterday’s practice is practically a reward.”
Kurona simply nodded in agreement, while Hiori remained seated on one of the benches, listening to the conversation in silence.
The conversation flowed naturally until Isagi cast an almost imperceptible glance in Kaiser’s direction.
“It’d be better if everyone showed up.”
The comment sounded generic, but everyone knew exactly who it was aimed at.
Kaiser kept adjusting the lace of his cleat.
“No.”
Raichi let out a scoff of laughter.
“You didn’t even pretend to think about it.”
“Think about what?” Kaiser replied without even looking up. “Spending my evening in your mediocre company?”
“It’s a team celebration.” Isagi insisted. “They want all of us there, and you’re part of this team, so they want you there too, Kaiser.”
Only then did Kaiser lift his gaze.
His smile was small, lazy, and laced with the insufferable mockery that had already become his trademark.
“How cute, Yoichi. You almost convinced me.” The ironic smile on his face only grew wider before he continued. “If you want me there that badly, you can just bring a picture of me with you. How about that?”
Some laughed, while others simply ignored him.
No one there expected to convince him by insisting.
Hiori, however, kept looking at him for a few more seconds before speaking in the calmest tone possible.
“Alright…” A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “But it’ll be a shame when I tell [Name] about this.”
Kaiser immediately raised an eyebrow.
For a brief moment, silence filled the locker room.
Raichi immediately turned his head.
Yukimiya had to hide a smile.
Even Isagi looked away to keep himself from laughing too soon.
Kaiser looked at Hiori as if he’d just heard the most absurd thing in the world.
“You’re going to tell her?”
“Mhm.”
His expression didn’t change. On the contrary, he simply rested one of his arms on his knee and let out a quiet laugh.
“And what exactly do you think is going to happen?”
“I don’t know.” Hiori shrugged. “But I think she’ll handle it.”
“She’ll handle it?” Kaiser repeated the words as though they were the funniest thing he’d heard all day. “You people have a very distorted view of my relationship.”
“Maybe.”
“She knows perfectly well that I do whatever I want.”
“Of course.”
“So go ahead and text her.”
Hiori smiled.
“Okay.”
Kaiser shook his head, amused by Hiori’s confidence. It was almost childish. It reminded him exactly of the kind of threat adults made to little kids.
If Hiori really believed that would work, then he knew far too little about Michael Kaiser.
Before anyone could say anything else, the voice over the loudspeaker echoed above them.
“All players, please report to the training field.”
The conversations died down immediately as everyone obeyed the announcement and headed out of the locker room.
That day’s training was nothing out of the ordinary.
Ball possession drills, pressing, finishing exercises, and a scrimmage that somehow felt much longer than it actually was. Kaiser spent most of it provoking Isagi whenever he had the chance, as though their conversation from earlier had never happened. If anyone had asked, he would’ve said he’d already forgotten Hiori’s ridiculous little threat.
When they were finally dismissed, everyone dragged themselves back inside.
Kaiser grabbed his water bottle from his locker and took a long drink before reaching for the phone he’d left turned off during practice.
The moment the screen lit up, a notification appeared.
(2 new messages)
[Name]: “Go to the celebration with the guys today, Micha.” [5:03 PM]
[Name]: “It won’t kill you.” [5:03 PM]
He let out a quiet scoff through his nose. Of course that idiotic cyan-haired bastard had actually gone through with texting you.
Without wasting any time, he unlocked the chat and replied.
“No.” [6:57 PM]
The message was sent immediately.
Kaiser locked his screen, but his phone vibrated again before he could even slip it into his pocket.
He frowned slightly.
Another message.
[Name]: “Go.” [6:58 PM]
That was it. No emoji. No explanation. No “please.”
Just one single word.
He stared at the message for a few seconds, his eyes narrowing slightly. Of all the things you could have said, you had chosen the one word that left him with nothing to argue against. He could have ignored you, of course. He could have stayed right where he was. The fact that he was even considering going was already irritating enough.
Still, his fingers eventually moved across the keyboard.
“I already said…”
He deleted it.
“You don’t get to tell me…”
He deleted that too.
Letting out an irritated sigh, he simply locked the screen again before tossing the phone back into his locker.
“Ridiculous.” He muttered to himself.
Not replying was already an answer.
Or at least, that was what he kept telling himself as he gathered the rest of his things and headed toward the showers.
By the time he came back, the atmosphere had changed completely. The cleats scattered across the floor had been replaced by casual sneakers, training shirts had given way to hoodies and jackets, and football was no longer the topic of conversation. Raichi was arguing with Yukimiya about which dessert to order while Kurona listened absentmindedly. Isagi was buttoning up one of the buttons on his shirt when a movement near the lockers caught his attention.
Kaiser shut the metal locker door with a sharp clang, slipped his wallet into the pocket of his coat, and adjusted the collar of his shirt so that his tattoo was slightly more visible. Without saying a word, he walked right past them and headed toward the exit.
Raichi was the first to react.
“Hold on…”
Isagi looked at him too, clearly surprised.
“You… you’re going?”
Kaiser didn’t even slow his pace. He simply pushed the doorway and replied in the same indifferent tone as always.
“I’m hearing the door open, so I’d assume I am.”
“Huh…” Raichi let out a sarcastic laugh. “Didn’t the emperor say he wasn’t going?”
“I did.”
“Then why’d you change your mind?”
Kaiser glanced back over his shoulder, almost amused by the question.
“Did I?”
Without waiting for a response, he walked through the door and disappeared down the hallway, leaving behind a silence that lasted only a few seconds.
Hiori watched the direction he’d gone, a small smile forming at the corner of his lips. Isagi noticed it immediately.
“You’ve got that look because…”
“Because I said I’d tell her.”
Raichi frowned, still trying to make sense of it.
“You actually texted her?”
“I did.”
As he answered, Hiori pulled his phone out of his pocket just to check the conversation. There still wasn’t a single reply from you, exactly as he’d expected. Even so, he locked the screen again, looking satisfied.
“I think she talked to him.”
Isagi let out an amused laugh, folding his arms.
“You’re unbelievable.”
The two of them left the locker room shortly afterward. Farther down the hall, Kaiser was already walking with one hand tucked into his pocket, his posture as composed as ever. To anyone who saw him at that moment, it would’ve looked as though attending the celebration had been entirely his own decision.
That was exactly the impression he wanted to give.
No one needed to know that, just a few minutes earlier, he’d spent far longer than he should have staring at his phone because of a single message.
“Go.”
There had been no request. No pleading. Just a short, direct command, written by someone who knew him well enough to understand that arguing would be a waste of time.
In the end, Kaiser would go on insisting that he went because he wanted to. That a shitty team dinner like that didn’t mean a damn thing to him.
And, as always, no one would ever be able to prove otherwise.