November 3, 2000
Sally's Striker 2/2
The Graduation Processiona
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Part 3
BCLW
"No," said Wufei. "I will not be your damn striker, woman! Get over yourself." They were sitting on cold metal bleachers, early before classes, just talking. "I'm staying at midfield."
"But you're really good at soccer," said the brown-haired woman, using Wufei's vanity to her advantage and batting her eyelashes. He snorted. "The best on the team, even! Gods, you could go to college on a soccer scholarship!"
The Chinese boy rolled his eyes. "Spare me."
Sally grabbed his arm as he tried to leave and spun him around, lowering her face until their noses were almost touching. "Mark my words, Chang," she whispered, "you *will* be a striker." Then, she shoved him off the end of the bleachers.
Wufei stumbled out of the field more than a bit confused.
"Heero," said Duo, holding up a photocopy of an old newspaper page, "I think I've found the answer to your problem." Heero, who was busy finishing his math homework, nodded absently.
Disturbed by his lover's lack of interest, Duo snorted. "Fine! Just go the rest of your life, never being able to kick a ball! They'll all laugh at you!" He hugged himself tightly, wishing Milliardo was there. At least *he* listened to him; why, Heero never bothered to take the time to...
Wallowing in his own self-pity, he never noticed Heero moving towards him with a roll of silver tape until it was too late.
Ten minutes later, Duo was duct-taped and ready for action on the soccer field.
"And just *how*," demanded Duo from the ground, "am I supposed to hold the ball?" Heero blinked at him and pointed to the cartoon strip. "Yeah, well, look lame brain, Lucy's arms weren't tied behind her back!"
"Use your nose."
"What the hell happened to you two?"
Duo held his poor nose and glared at Heero. "I'm getting the silent treatment," reported the Japanese boy dutifully. Quatre and Trowa, fresh from a round of 'aerobic exercise', exchanged smirks.
"And just what did you do to deserve the silent treatment?" Trowa opened the door to his room a bit wider to allow Heero and a sulking Duo inside.
"I missed."
"An bdoke bhy doze!" added Duo.
Quatre looked mildly amused. "How did you manage that? If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, don't believe everything you read in a yaoi doujinshi." He grinned as Trowa stared at him, wide-eyed.
"I seem to have a problem kicking..." Heero studied the ceiling intently.
Trowa shrugged. "So? Be a goalie."
Duo and Heero suddenly smiled at each other, Duo's broken nose forgotten. "A goalie..." gasped the blue-eyed boy...
"No," said Sally flatly. Wufei sat on the bench and laughed as he watched Heero try to intimidate Sally with his impressive 5'6 stature. "Goalies have certain qualities. They're suicidal; they fly head-first into metal beams, they let other people shoot at them, all for the chance to aid their team in their time of need. It's not a game, to them; it's a mission."
Heero was practically drooling.
"No."
"Oh, come on!" whined Heero, tagging along behind her during his free period. Sally was instructing a senior gym course on how to tie their sneakers properly, a must before the wimps actually started doing any physical activity. "I'd be a damn good goalie!"
"We've already got a goalie. And unless he suddenly breaks a leg--"
Ninmu.
"AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!"
"Oh shit! Heero, I thought you were just going to threaten him, I never thought... I would never have--!"
"You know you liked it, Wufei."
"...Yeah. But I would *not* have made a batch of tropical punch Jell-O that big if I'd known you were actually going to push him into it."
"Mission: Complete."
"Damn it, Yuy," muttered Sally as she watched her old goalie being carted away to a mental health institution from the dining hall after Heero presented him with a Jell-O sculpture of a soccer ball, "you're too efficient."
Practice got better and better after Heero realized that he didn't have to kick the ball. Well, not really; he still had to drop-kick. Yet, somehow, that was so different from running *to* a ball and kicking it. It was the 'foreplay', as Duo had taken to calling it, that was the problem.
He'd definitely gotten the raw end of the deal. The defense was so efficient, sometimes all there was to do was sit on the grass and make daisy chains. Sally was a hard taskmaster, but both Asian boys were beginning to realize that they were enjoying themselves immensely, their competitive spirits roused.
Their first game against West East Windsor North Academy of the Performing and Ultra-Liberal Arts came all too soon...
It was destined to be a disaster from the start.
Duo and Milliardo came to cheer on their lover, who waved once as the team jogged around the field. "Damn," sighed Duo, eyeballing Wufei's firm ass, "those shorts really do wonders for him." Not a minute later, the bus from West East Windsor North Academy of the Performing and Ultra-Liberal Arts arrived.
The first thing they did was run helter-skelter into the home side of the field, then cop random feels. The blonde math teacher had to hold back the slender American; he'd been on the receiving end of his violent jealousy and hoped to spare the world another glimpse of it.
Then their sweeper, a bulky man dressed in a red wig wearing black spandex tights, began to do an erotic dance of seduction, twirling his jersey around his head like a sheer scarf. "Call me Bertha, baby," he moaned, flicking his tongue at Sally.
"Let's play ball!" yelled the ref.
Duo and Milliardo sweatdropped.
Five minutes into the half, WEWNAotPaU-LA scored on a penalty kick after Heero grabbed the black and gold jersey of the opposing striker and hurled him to the ground.
Standing over him menacingly, he had growled, "*That* is for making lewd comments about my boyfriends."
Sally clapped a hand to her forehead.
Wufei had the ball, he had the ball! Sally jumped up and down, then winced as Wufei dribbled straight into three people and had the ball taken from him. "Look to the wings!" she screamed, throwing her clipboard at a tree. "Don't just dribble, pass!"
The Chinese boy made a face at her. "Onna, what do you know?" he yelled, making a fist. "It's your stupid forwards! They need to make more space for themselves!"
"Yeah yeah," said Sally, wincing as Heero played keep-away with one of the other team's forwards, holding the ball behind his back. "Just keep playing, that's it..."
Half time couldn't come soon enough. Heero had only allowed three goals, which was pretty good considering WEWNAotPaU-LA took almost 20 shots. She was about to give her fullbacks a good talking to when she felt a tug on her sleeve.
"Milliardo, I really need to go talk to my team--"
"Just wait a second," he said, his hand tightening on her arm. "I've been calculating the field goal percentages, and the problem isn't in the defense. You only got the ball past half-field twice. Yell at your mid-fielders, and your offense; they're not doing their job."
Sally stared at Milliardo for a long moment, the tension palpable. Then she smiled, her lips curving into a generous 'u'. "Wufei," she said without turning around, "you're moving to striker. Heero"--the boy winced--"you're up at midfield."
End Part Two of Part Three
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