Ultimate High School Soccer Star!!

Uh, hi! M'name's Takuya Taiyou and I'm Super High School Level Soccer Star. I hope we can be friends and figure out what's going on around here... Hopefully we can all get out of here soon and get back to our normal life. I'll make sure everyone stays together, I promise.

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Yay have some sprites

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A Good Baker Will Rise To The Occasion; It's The Yeast She Can Do

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Takuya looked familiar, but Karin absolutely could not figure out who it was. She had to read many magazines, not of her own choice, but at the insistence and behest of her father. He believed that it was necessary for a teenage girl to exploit the assets that she was provided with and have the necessary societal understanding to blah blah blah media darling. If she was going to be interviewed by TeenVogue, she at least had to be able to namedrop a designer or two. So she’d read magazines, and she’d seen the guy before. It didn’t ring much of a bell when he said his name, though. He must not be someone she’d been particularly interested in at the time.

That changed now, though, considering this big friendly giant was currently protecting her from certain death. Score.

Upon the words ‘food court’ smushed together like…like COMMUNISM (Karin had failed literature for two years in a row for lack of understanding of literary elements), the baker’s eyes narrowed and she gave a disgusted little shudder.

"I’m never going near that place again, unless I can’t find a portable oven. ‘Food’ court. More like law court, which is where the proprietors of those establishments should be for high treason."

Sticking her nose in the air, she visibly relaxed and offered a smile to the soccer star once more. “But whatever. Let’s go look around, right? But we should find someone else. For, well….I mean, safety.”

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Takuya's smile shrunk a bit at Karin's reaction to "food court". If he had known she didn't like them he would never have even thought of suggesting it. He picked at the seams in his pockets furiously. "I'm sorry I mentioned it, I really hate when I make people feel uncomfortable..."

He tugged at the hair on the back on his head and huffed. "Traveling in groups is probably a great idea! There's plenty of kids here that I'm sure are just as stressed as you. That's not to say you look stressed, I mean your hair's a little messy and I'm sure you're just a little confused or something. Personally I don't think we're actually trapped or anything so I'm not so worried, but I see how someone would be and stuff. That is, ugh I'm sorry I'll shut up."

Takuya huffed again and composed himself. "I guess I am a little stressed too, haha," he admitted. Taking his other hand out of his pocket he grabbed Karin's hand and smiled. "So let's go find someone, yeah?"

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A Good Baker Will Rise To The Occasion; It's The Yeast She Can Do

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A reassuring smile spread across the baker’s face, upturning her lips in what really was a precious way. She was a media girl, through and through; the face of her company, the subject of a thousand magazine stories. Naturally, then, her smile was the best thing about her. It had to be. Her father liked to attribute that to his side of the family. Karin liked to attribute her fist through his teeth.

Shrugging blithely, she fidgeted from one foot to another and looked up at him. “Wow, you’re really tall, too. I’m going to have to declare myself a legal midget soon. Or you’re going to have to declare yourself a legal giant.”

As she stuck out her left hand for him to shake, she was alerted to the fact that her sweater was all off-kilter. Startled, she shrugged it back onto her shoulder with a sudden reddening of her cheeks. Wow. What a first impression to make.

"I’m Karin Kanoya. The pleasure’s the same!"

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Takuya let out a sigh of relief when the girl named Karin fixed her shirt. He'd definitely seen her face in magazines and on the screens in Tokyo before, but he just couldn't quite place it until she said her name. His smile widened as he pushed his jumbled thoughts of when they got to the mall behind him.

"I'm sure you're a perfectly normal height, I'm just unbearably tall," he chuckled, shaking Karin's hand. The more he looked at her the more she looked like she'd been worrying to him. He shifted his weight to one foot uncomfortably and stuck his hands in his pockets to pick at the seams. 

"I'm sure we're all goin'ta be fine, Karin-san. Maybe we should go to the food court or look around some, there's probably a way out somewhere!"

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Karin Kanoya was rather disheveled.

Well, perhaps disheveled wasn’t the right word. Off her game, freaked out…and her hair was a mess as a result. Whenever she was nervous, her dominant hand’s fingers always managed to find themselves subconsciously threaded through her bangs, pushing them back on top of her head. This time, without a mirror to tell her “hey, you look like you just had rough sex,” she didn’t fix it and the brown strands were mussed greatly. Thankfully, short hair never stayed unkempt for long.

Her sweater sleeves were also suffering. Frayed at the edges from over-exposure to the elements (read: she never took the fucking thing off, ever), it had been tugged at so forcefully in her distressed state that one of the sleeves threatened to slip right off of her shoulder - not that she noticed. In her distraction, she somehow managed to pull off almost walking directly into some nerd with an inability to see where Karin was going. The fact that they weren’t looking in her direction probably contributed to that, but the baker distinctly ignored that part.

Furrowing her brow warily at who she’d very nearly mowed over, she again indulged in a bad habit and tugged the turquoise cuffs of her sweater down. “Um. Hi? I think. Unless you’re here to kill me, in which case, bye.”

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Takuya had his hand to his chin and mumbling to himself. Surely they weren't actually trapped. This was probably a really really elaborate and distasteful prank by someone not so nice. Thinking about it, when had they even gotten to the mall? Or rather when did they leave the school, what day was it, and for that matter what time was it? The more he thought about it the more his head started to pound.

He gave up trying to figure it out, as much as he hated giving up. He probably would've slumped into a pretty bad mood if someone hadn't bumped into him. He whirled around, looking down instinctively, after all no one was every really as tall as him. "Kill 'ya? Why would I do that, uhm....I'm sorry I don't know your name" he laughed. 

Takuya's eyes glanced at the girl's shoulder, where he shirt was starting to pull off. "I'm Takuya Taiyou, it's nice to meet you," he offered, tentatively deciding weather or not to mention her shoulder.

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Takuya isn't used to remembering bath schedules  EDIT: now with transparent no words ver

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Mastermind!Takuya

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The REAL Bad Boys

Takuya was having a bad day. No one would listen to him, he strained a muscle the other week and wasn’t allowed to work out, and to top it all off he couldn’t find his cell phone. But, because he’s Takuya, he toughed it out. He was determined as always not to let it show he was agitated. He continued his rounds of campus helping and talking to everyone he could.

Takeo and Karin had been trailing Takuya all day, getting ready to pull their favorite prank. It takes planning when the target is 195 cm tall. Especially when the pranksters are only 152 cm and 155 cm respectively.

“Are you sure this is okay Kanoyan? What if Takkun gets mad at us?” whimpered Takeo. He hadn’t been one hundred percent with the plan to begin with, but after some pep talk from Karin he went against his better judgment. Now, after watching Takuya all day, he was worried again.

“Relax, it’s Takuya! And if he does get mad, we’ll book it!” she giggled, glancing around the corner. “The kitchen’s close by, and I know for a fact I can maneuver in there better than him!”

“…I hope so,” Takeo whimpered again. He was wondering how well Karin and he could actually out run the SHSL Soccer Star. Then Karin tugged on his sleeve. She was pointing at Takuya as he started coming their way. Now wasn’t the time to worry about it, Karin told him earlier this was now or never!

“Pull!”

They both tugged on a rope and a clattering sound filled the courtyard. As Takuya looked up to see what was making the racket, a store bought cake greeted his face. Karin, Takeo and a whole bunch of other students burst out in laughter. Takuya wiped the cake out of his eyes and sigh audibly. He composed himself, wiped some more cake off his head and shoulders, and turned towards Karin and Takeo. The two flinched and straightened as the walking building made his way towards them. “F…funny prank right Takkun?” Takeo stuttered.

“Y…yeah, it was great right…I’m sure you loved it…right” Karin murmured, readying herself to sprint. Takuya grabbed some cake from his head and placed his hands on the top of the two’s heads.

“Where,” Takuya groaned, leaning down so he was somewhat eye level with the two, “is Masaru?” Karin relaxed a bit, while Takeo continued to whimper.

She lifted her arm to point towards the main hall. “I think he’s talking to Satoshi.”

Takuya smiled a rather scary smile and let go of the two’s heads. He nodded at Karin and began somewhat of an angry looking sprint-walk towards the main hall. He got a lot of scared and funny looks passing people who weren’t at the scene of the prank, who were confused why he looked so angry and covered in cake. He heard a couple comments from people, which only served to make him angrier. Takuya stormed into the main hall and glanced around for a second before spotting Masaru talking to Satoshi. Quickly and without running into a single person in the crowded hall he made his way over to him, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him away. “Why was he covered in cake?” Satoshi blankly asked before walking away to find someone else to talk to.

Masaru stumbled behind Takuya wondering where they were going and what was going on. “Why are you covered in cake?” he asked, taking some off the back on Takuya’s shoulders to taste it. “Tastes store bought…”

“Shut up, we’re going to my room,” Takuya said curtly, pulling on Masaru’s arm harder.

A wry smile curled across Masaru’s lips. “Oh, we’re angry are we?” he chided to Takuya. He had his footing now and was keeping pace with Takuya. They arrived at Takuya’s room and Masaru was quickly thrown onto the bed. He sat up and watched Takuya quickly rip off his sweatshirt and grab a towel from the bathroom to clean the cake off his head. “You’re really angry today, wow. What happened?” he asked, picking at the quilt on the bed.

“Not important,” Takuya grumbled, throwing the towel in his hamper. “Take off your shirt, and pants for that matter,” he said, taking off his own shirt. Masaru complied, tossing his clothes off to the side. Takuya pinned Masaru to the bed as he finished kicking off his pants and boxers. He kissed Masaru’s lips and slipped his tongue into his mouth.

Masaru, as he always did, tried to move his arms around Takuya, but his larger, stronger captor had him undoubtedly pinned. Takuya kept him pinned and started kissing his way down Masaru’s body. He stopped at Masaru’s crotch and took his tool in his mouth, slowly working it with his hand. Masaru bit his lip and let out a slight moan of pleasure. Takuya stopped abruptly and glared up at Masaru. He stood up and grabbed Masaru by the hair pulling his face towards his crotch. “Pleasure me.”

Masaru eagerly complied, not minding the usual roughness Takuya had. Takuya tightened his grip on Masaru’s hair and ran his other hand through his own hair. Masaru was getting better at taking more and more of Takuya’s well-endowed groin area in his mouth, but he still couldn’t fit it all. He pleasured Takuya for a good ten minutes before being forcefully removed by the hand entangled in his hair. Takuya turned Masaru around and forced him on all fours. He put on a condom and worked Masaru only slightly before putting it in. Masaru winced from the slight pain but mostly cried out in pleasure.

Takuya leaned down and bit on Masaru’s ear as he drilled into him harder. Masaru’s arms buckled and his face slammed into the pillow on the bed. Takuya straightened his back, put his hand on Masaru’s hips and sped up. In a loud grunt Takuya finally collapsed from release on Masaru. “Need help finishing?” Takuya asked, smiling.

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you know those horribly written yaoi fanfictions where people aren't actually gay but they're like "oh god you're so hot if it's you it's okay" i want that to happen except with straight people and takuya

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NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND TAKUYA IS ALREADY STRAIGHT

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I finished other thing

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Masaru Sato is a big gay hippie

pass it on

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I thing did

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IC Questionnaire!

a)  If you could have two whole weeks for vacation and go and do anything you wanted, what and where would it be?

I'd probably go home to Osaka! I haven't been there in years, so it'd be really nice to see my mom and stuff.

b) If you had a weakness for one of the seven deadly sins, which one would it be and why? (pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, sloth)

I guess it would probably pride? S'metimes I think I can solve and help anyone no matter what...and I just really can't....

But that doesn't mean I shouldn't try!

c)  If you could bring one person back to life and spend a whole day with him or her, who would it be and why?

No clue...

d)  If you won a three-million dollar lottery, what would you do with the money? What would you do with a five-hundred dollar win?

Either way I'd probably donate most've it to one of those charities that helps kids have a place to play and stuff! I'd spend some on new work out equipment though...

e)  If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

I'm not a fan of the color brown...so maybe change my hair color? I guess I can do that with dye though... so maybe my height? It gets in the way sometimes... Japan's not made for a 195cm muscular guy, heh.

f)  What do you do to relax after a bad day?

Lift free weights and eat some fruit. It helps clear my head!

g)  Where would you go to hang out if you wanted to feel comfortable?

That's a tough one...I don't feel uncomfortable a lot of places. The top place I'd go might be wherever my team is, maybe?

h)  What do you do when you are angry?

Oh...uh...well...

I...um...I have sex when I'm angry actually...

i)  Do you have a secret passion? What? Why is it a passion? And why is it a secret?

I wouldn't call it a secret, but I really like fashion magazines. I'm not sure why, I just love seein' all those people so confident in their outfits. 'makes me happy.

j)  How do you feel in a crowd? How do you feel alone?

I do my best in a crowd! 'Specially a cheerin' crowd, it gets me pumped to make sure everyone's doin' their best!

Alone...I'm pretty normal...alone. 

k)  If you were asked to describe yourself, what would you say about the kind of person you are? How about how you look?

I think I'm nice and helpful. I also like to think I'm a pretty good team leader, but all this stuff isn't somethin' I can decide for myself. I don't think I dress bad though! I know I'm not winnin' any contests, but I'm not a slob.

l)  Where do you want to be in your life ten years from now?

Ten years huh? Well, I'd like to go pro sometime I guess? Like full time an' all. I wouldn't mind some kids around then too...'nd I guess I need a wife f'that...I don't think about girls that much...maybe I should start soon...

Oh, 'm'sorry, I went off on a tangent. My accent probably got worse too...

m)  A tear jerker is on. How do you react if alone? How do you react if with others?

Why would I react differently? I can't hide things from my team. That doesn't make a good leader at all. I'd cry.

n)  Deep down, what does you really think of yourself? Are you fair, moral, honest, ect...?

Deep....down....

o)  What do you think would make a perfect first date?

Um, I don't really think about that stuff too much... I guess whatever makes her happy?

p)  How important is money to you? Why?

Hmmmm, my family wasn't the best off growing up, so I understand it's importance and I do think it's something that's great to have. I don't let my whole thinking and life revolve 'round it though. That'd just be silly.

q)  What do you consider romantic?

Again I don't really think too much about this stuff... Hmmm, I'll just stick with my last answer, whatever makes her happy.

r)  How "green" are you? At the store, do you ask for paper, plastic, or bring a bag? Do you take hour-long showers, quick ones, have a rain barrel in the yard to catch water for the garden? And so on. While you are figuring out how "green" you are, figure out why you are dark green or not green at all.

s) How do you deal with anger, sadness, external/internal conflict, change, loss, jealousy, hurt, ect...? Why?

I....I, um....well....I just....next question....

t) How do you think others see you as a person? How do you think other see you when it comes to looks and clothes?

I hope others look up to me, kind'a. I hope they think they can come to me to talk or whatever, and just that I'm approachable! Fashion wise I wear athletic clothes that are easy to move in, so I don't think I'll be winnin' any awards.