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The name of Hiroto

Chapter 2: Ares - Hiroto & Hiroto

Summary:

Hiroto's life from childhood to high school.

Notes:

Chapter 2 word count : 3281

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Hiroto couldn't bear going to school ever since he entered elementary school. Despite putting in the effort to stay put and be a good kid, sitting in one place for long periods made him restless. He wanted to get out, play soccer, anything but being forced to sit in a classroom for at least two-thirds of a single day.

 

Not only that but ever since he received his memories from another life, his dreams were plagued with it. And since his past life ended so shortly, each dream was always, always from Kiyama Hiroto's perspective. Some days, he was lucky enough to be blessed with a dream based on happy memories. On other days though, it was just plain nightmares.

 

On those days, he wakes up in the middle of the night with cold sweat. He sits up from his bed and goes to check the bathroom mirror if he has red hair instead of grey, or teal eyes instead of pink, and goes back to sleep again after making sure that he's here in the moment, alive.

 

In the second grade of elementary school, Hiroto pushed himself to skip a few classes. At first, he felt guilty for his actions. He knew that rationally, his father doesn't pay attention to him. After all, in his eyes, his father clearly loves Kiyama Hiroto, the golden child who deserves to inherit the Kira legacy.

 

Perhaps, his father's neglectfulness might've played a huge part in his decision leading him to skip classes. Yet Hiroto had still felt guilty nonetheless.

 

But as once became twice, and twice became a regular occurrence, his guilt slowly faded away and was replaced with relief. Relieved that, instead of sitting in a boring classroom with boring classmates and teachers, he was free to do anything. So naturally, he used the time he made himself to practice soccer.

 

Once, halfway through Hiroto's 4th grade of elementary school, Hitomiko came to his room a few minutes after he had returned from his daily personal soccer practice. Hitomiko pulled the chair beside Hiroto's bed and sat down while Hiroto sat on the edge of his bed. Just as Hiroto wonders why Hitomiko is here, she begins to speak.

 

And as Hiroto listens further and further, his eyes widen. Practicing soccer indoors in their mansion caught the attention of a new housemaid, who had reported what Hiroto did during school time to Kira Seijirou. After hearing that, their father called Hitomiko and suggested sending Hiroto to study soccer abroad because he was absent from school almost daily. As Hitomiko finishes her story, Hiroto stares back blankly.

 

"He said he wanted you to flourish your potential in the world." Hitomiko added. But Hiroto interprets it, 'He said he wanted to get rid of you from the house because of your bad behavior' as that. A nuisance to the Kira legacy. Besides that personal feeling, there was another reason Hiroto didn't like what his father was suggesting.

 

That being, the fact that his past life ended after he had been sent abroad for the exact same reason Hitomiko had told him right now.

 

The image of the small red-haired child flashes in Hiroto's head, and his breath hitches from the sudden chill running down his spine. The comfortable room suddenly turned suffocating at the realization. The walls felt like they were closing in, the ceiling lights seemed to flicker, and Hiroto's blood circulation slowed. Without a moment's hesitation, Hiroto bolted out of his room, leaving behind an alarmed Hitomiko calling out to him.

 

After that day, the mention of sending Hiroto abroad was never brought up ever again. Additionally, Hiroto went out of his way to avoid Hitomiko, his father, and everyone in the mansion as soon as he even felt their presence a few meters away. Going as far as switching his training route from the indoors of the mansion to outside the forest or any place where there were no people.

 

This is how Hiroto unintentionally mastered the skill of avoiding people.

 

When Hiroto was younger, he tried to do Kiyama Hiroto's signature Hissatsu, Ryuusei Blade. Back then, he had overestimated his small body's capability and passed out near his house. A few hours later, he woke up with a gasp, dusted off his clothes, and returned to his house as if nothing had happened.

 

After experiencing that, Hiroto paid more attention to his body while working himself to its limits, and also focused on making his own Hissatsu.

 

During his 4th grade in elementary school, the result of his hard work was a Hissatsu similar to Ryuusei Blade. But instead of a single concerned shoot point, it required acceleration from high-quality self-passes.

 

An explosive star equipped with superior individual play. No, much more than that. The beginning of the universe, the first explosion for the birth of stars. The physical theory of how the universe expanded from an initial state of high density and temperature.

 

The big bang.

 

The thought made Hiroto feel like a god.

 

 

Tomorrow was Hiroto's elementary school graduation. So naturally, he decided to steal one of his father's credit cards. Okay, perhaps this wasn't natural, but Hiroto couldn't care less, nor did he think his father would notice. Hiroto never asked his father for anything, nor what he wanted except for soccer balls. That's all. Soccer balls to practice soccer. And it would've continued to be that way if Hiroto hadn't seen a hair-dye video between soccer forums a few days ago.

 

Being the teenager Hiroto is, wanting to dye one's hair seemed pretty cool. It would also fit with his 'God Striker' persona on the field when he goes into a soccer team.

 

The day after, on Hiroto's elementary school graduation, he attended. Waiting til it ended just so Hiroto could walk to the main plaza for an hour on foot. If Hiroto wanted, he could've just called and asked one of the mansion staff to drive him there. But some deeply rooted part of him didn't fancy vehicles for some reason.

 

So, with the, in Hiroto's opinion, rightfully stolen credit card, Hiroto arrived at the main plaza and entered the closet hair salon. Entering the hair salon, an energetic man introduced himself as 'Atsushi-san' because that's what every other customer called him.

 

"What's your name, dear customer?" Atsushi asked cheerfully as Hiroto observed the inside of the hair salon. "Hiroto." Hiroto answered. "Hiroto-kun, yes? What a dazzling name!" Atsushi said. Hiroto stared back blankly. Despite Hiroto's lack of reaction, Atsushi's energy never went down. "I want to dye my hair." Hiroto spoke after a beat of silence.

 

After that, Atsushi enthusiastically asked many questions about how Hiroto wanted to do his hair. Hiroto was honestly skeptical of the hairdresser at first, but Atsushi handled his hair with precision and care. As Atsushi worked with Hiroto's hair, he threw in some gossip about how he would be moving to a different region in a few weeks and funny moments in his life.

 

Hiroto couldn't help but adorn a small smirk at Atsushi's storytelling. And he was very impressed when he saw the results of Atsushi's work.

 

After paying Atsushi, Hiroto receives his business card for his new hair salon location before leaving. Hiroto then goes on his way to buy lots of expensive chain bracelets in jewelry stores and even finds some cool fake tattoos in the shape of lightning, reminding Hiroto of Raimon.

 

That day was the most high-spirited Hiroto had felt in his life.

 

 

Hiroto arrives home late.

 

It's nothing new. Even if he's halfway through the first grade of middle school now, skipping most classes to practice soccer, and wandering outside during his free time leads to him arriving home late most of the time. However, today's reason for arriving home late was slightly different compared to other days.

 

During P.E. class, Hiroto heard some gossip about the Sun Garden children. Some nosy students somehow found out that the Sun Garden children were orphans raised by his father, and soon enough, word spread out across the entire school.

 

Hiroto quickly tuned out the other students and turned to walk away from the unnecessary gossip. Or was about to, when suddenly, one of them began to speak ill of the Sun Garden teens.

 

The rude student was talking about the way the Sun Garden teens acted, and how they talked and walked. They blamed all their behavior on the lack of parenting. And before they could take it any further, Hiroto, without a single cell of hesitation in his DNA, jumped and kicked them right in the head. A satisfying crack echoed throughout the gym.

 

The rude student fell onto the gym floor with a loud thud. Hiroto can't recall what happened next. He only knew that the gym suddenly became dead silent, and he ran away before the gym teacher could take him to the principal's office.

 

Hiroto clicks his tongue as he mentally shakes today's memory away from his head as he heads towards the Japanese traditional house behind the mansion. Why was he going there? Even he didn't know. He thinks he needs a change of space.

 

He quietly enters the front gate and takes off his shoes before walking through the exterior hallway. A few steps ahead, Hiroto hears muffled voices through the door of his father's room.

 

"I've heard that he's gotten into another fight with a student and inflicted harm on them. That boy is a disgrace to the Kira conglomerate." Kira Seijirou spoke. Hiroto's blood ran cold. "If this keeps up, he will be forced to go into custody." Kira Seijirou said.

 

"Isn't that because you made him that way?" Hiroto hears Hitomiko, his older sister who doesn't deserve any of his problematic behavior, firing back.

 

Kira Seijirou doesn't know, nor does Hiroto know that Hitomiko knows, but a few months ago, Hitomiko had spotted Hiroto sneak into his father's office room in the mansion and coming back out holding a drawing he made on a piece of paper with a complicated yet blank expression on his face.

 

Not only that but growing up, Hitomiko has spotted Hiroto nearly tearing up in frustration time and time again when he failed to get his father's attention. Eventually, he completely gave up.

 

"Me?" Kira Seijirou chuckles. Hitomiko's expression doesn't change, but her eyes are unnaturally steady as she stares at her father with a knowing look. "Never mind that." Kira Seijirou steers away from the conversation.

 

"Anyway, those are my conditions. This conversation is over. You may go." Kira Seijirou ends with no room for further discussion.

 

Outside the room, Hiroto hears his older sister standing up. His eyes widen and speed tip-toes away from the door. Hitomiko opens the door and leaves the room just after Hiroto is gone. She closes the door behind her and walks down the exterior hallways to her room where she left her phone.

 

A couple of minutes later, Hiroto arrived at the entrance door of the mansion and slowly breathed in and out. He hadn't expected his father to be at the Japanese traditional house tonight. He grimaces as he recalls the words he heard repeatedly in his head.

 

Just before Hiroto completely drowned in his father's words, a ting sound came from his left pants pocket. Hiroto fished out his phone and saw a message sent from his older sister Hitomiko.

 

Hitomiko-neesan : Hiroto, you asked me why there wasn't a soccer club in Eisei Academy a few months ago

 

Yeah, Hiroto will never forget how Hitomiko stared back at him blankly in the hallways of their mansion, and responded with, "I'll see what I can do." before turning away with a resolute stance. The next few days, Hiroto saw Hitomiko with quite a generous amount of soccer related manual books, finding just the right sponsorship and convincing a lot of people.

 

Hitomiko-neesan : Well, starting tomorrow you'll be attending Eisei Academy's soccer club with the Sun Garden children. I've already told the Sun Garden children about the details

 

Hiroto stares at the message for a while before it fully sinks in. Starting tomorrow, he'll meet all of them. The teens that haunt his memories, dreams, and nightmares.

 

Hitomiko-neesan : I know you read this, don't be late tomorrow

 

Like Hiroto would be late to something like this.

 

Hitomiko-neesan : And Hiroto

 

Hiroto waits.

 

Hitomiko-neesan : Just remember that you can always talk to me if you need anything, okay?

 

Hiroto's pretty sure Hitomiko wanted to ask about what happened today and stopped just before sending it. Because she's just that kind of person. A patient, considerate and caring person, unlike me, he thinks.

 

God Striker : ok

 

Hiroto quickly sends a single reply. He turns off his phone and puts it back in his left pants pocket. 

 

Now then, Hiroto thinks as he turns to the exit of the mansion. He reaches into his right pocket and takes out a light green bubblegum packet. He begins to chew on the apple-flavored bubblegum. Perhaps it was time to visit Sun Garden and introduce himself.

 

 

After making at least 20 bubbles from his light green bubblegum on the way, Hiroto finally arrives at the entrance of Sun Garden. He hears someone excitedly talking loudly on the rooftop.

 

"...Eisei is gonna get a soccer club!"

 

"Soccer club?"

 

Hiroto listens carefully around his surroundings as he sneaks into the building. He hears the shuffling of feet and the sound of the rooftop door being opened.

 

"...We're doing it, no matter what you say..."

 

The power of friendship and trusting teammates must be nice, Hiroto thinks to himself, amused. He finds the stairs to the rooftop.

 

"...I think we'd make a good team..."

 

The Sun Garden teens have no idea how accurate that statement is.

 

"Our team... In Football Frontier..."

 

Hiroto wonders how to introduce himself as he stands in front of the door to the rooftop.

 

In Hiroto's memories, Gran's entrance was quite dramatic. There was smoke and their opponents, Raimon, held their breath as Gran and his team stepped into view. He felt sorry for Raimon for the scare, but at the same time, he couldn't help but be awed at Gran's entrance.

 

"You want to go, don't you?"

 

This seems like the perfect timing to come out, Hiroto thinks. His entrance must be as dramatic and eerie as possible. So he opens the door, "Leave that chickenshit alone." and says whichever first thing that comes to mind. All heads turn to that strong language.

 

Hiroto takes slow and confident steps, chewing his light green bubblegum as he steps out from beneath the shadows to reveal himself. The Sun Garden children are unable to take their eyes off of him as he stops from a few feet away, and turns to them with an unreadable expression on his face while continuing to chew on his light green bubblegum.

 

"Who are you?" Ryuuji said, already defensive. Instead of replying, Hiroto levels him with an uninterested stare.

 

It doesn't take less than 5 seconds for Ryuuji's eyes to widen in recognition. "Wait you're..." Ryuuji trails off.

 

"Hiroto-san..." Reina finishes for him.

 

Hiroto's quite surprised by how Sun Garden teens already knew him. For a split second, he wonders if his father told them about him. No, wait, Hiroto stops himself. It's probably Hitomiko who talked about him. Not his father. He ignores the hollow feeling in his heart.

 

Hiroto stops chewing his light green bubblegum and gives a small smirk. "You know me? The name's Kira Hiroto." he introduces himself as condescendingly as possible. The tension on the rooftop becomes thicker.

 

"I heard from Hitomiko-neesan that you guys will be part of the team, so I came here to see what kind of people you were." Hiroto said. It was a half-truth.

 

"Kira..." Osamu trails off. Then, his eyes widen. "You mean, you're the chairman's son?" Osamu said, surprised.

 

"That's right. You've heard, haven't you? I'm the disgraceful son he keeps talking about." Hiroto said, placing his left hand just below his neck.

 

"I thought you'd joined a group of bad friends and ran away from home?" Natsuhiko asked. "Yeah, I heard that too." Geki said. Hiroto had heard some ridiculous rumors about him spreading in school, but he didn't think they were that bad.

 

Well, not that Hiroto cares too much about it anyway.

 

"Don't tell me that you're also part of the team?" Ryuuji asks, clearly not fond of the idea. Didn't nee-san tell them everything? Hiroto wonders as he turns to Ryuuji.

 

"You could say that." Hiroto replies with a smirk.

 

"Just asking, but can you play soccer?" Haruya calmly asks. And oh, how Hiroto wants to laugh at that. To him, asking if he's capable of playing soccer is like asking a living human being if they're capable of breathing.

 

Beside Haruya, Fuusuke opens his mouth. "I have no intentions of teaming up with a useless stupid son." he said, kicking a soccer ball near Hiroto's feet. Well, damn. Someone's got a sharp tongue, he thinks as he picks up the soccer ball with his left foot.

 

Hiroto lightly kicks the soccer ball up and down once, twice, thrice. He spots a light bulb hanging above the rooftop door, and the Sun Garden teens stand still as the soccer ball curves around Fuusuke and hits the light bulb, shattering it to pieces.

 

After the soccer ball hits the light bulb and onto the floor, Hiroto briefly glances over to Tatsuya, who looks like he has a lot of things he wants to say. Hiroto gives a sharp grin in his direction before turning to the rest of the Sun Garden teens.

 

"It's what you call "a skilled hawk hides its talons." Hiroto said calmly. Then, his eyes glint in glee.

 

"Listen up." Hiroto begins, wondering how to finish up his dramatic introduction. "All of you will bow down to me." because, in their past lives, they have shined brighter than him, "To Eisei's God Striker," now he'll be the one, "Master Kira Hiroto!" to shine above the rest.

 

Little by little, Hiroto's small chuckles switch to low evil laughter. Above the sky, moonlight shines down and reflects his pink eyes, making them glint brighter than the sun. The Sun Garden teens watch him wearily as his low evil laughter dies down. 

 

Hiroto's eyes turn to Tatsuya once again, and Tatsuya stares back. The Sun Garden teens are still wary of him, which is exactly what Hiroto wanted for his first introduction. He takes his eyes off Tatsuya and walks back towards the rooftop door.

 

Near it, Hiroto spots the shards of the broken light bulb. He slightly frowns at his work and with with his right shoe, he nudges the light bulb shards away from the rooftop door so that nobody accidentally steps on them.

 

"Well then," Hiroto's head turns to Tatsuya one last time, "I'll see you later Hiroto." before shutting the door behind him. Leaving a wide-eyed Tatsuya to deal with the swarm of questions aimed at him on the rooftop.

 

As Hiroto walks down the stairs, he thinks about how he always thought dramatic entrances and exits were over the top. But after his little show, well, he just can't help but find it fun.

 

Fun, huh? Hiroto stops walking and looks up to the sky. He wonders if that's really what he thinks, before shaking the ridiculous thought away.

 

So what if he heard his father say he's a disgrace? So what if there are bad rumors surrounding him? So what if his feelings for the Sun Garden teens and Tatsuya are complicated? He's a God Striker, he'll do as he pleases.

Notes:

Hiroto takes inspiration from Gran to boost his 'dramatic' introduction. After knowing what everyone else thinks of him(mostly negative from the rumors) he rolls with an 'evil' introduction.

When in reality, he isn't like the rumors say at all. He knows how stupid it is to hang out with bad people. After all, he's seen too many of them in Kiyama Hiroto's memories. Moreover, his unorthodox behavior mainly stems from his father's neglect, past life, and Kiyama Hiroto's memories.