Your job was no joke. The endless stacks of paper on your new desk would vouch for that, indeed. Why you impulsively took this job - you yourself didn't have a clear idea. All you knew was that you wanted to help those in need, and if you had the power to do so, then why not?

The desk phone had suddenly started to ring, and without even looking, or lifting your pen of paper, you reached your left hand out for it. Bringing the phone to your ear, you spoke up.

"This is [Y/n] [L/n]."

"Ms. [L/n], there's someone here to see you." The attendant responded politely.

"Alright, let them in, thank you." With that, you set the phone back down and got to work again. Your office door let off a small buzz, letting you know that the visitor let themselves inside.

"[Y/n]-chan! Are you working hard?" This very familiar, upbeat voice chirped. The whitette none other than Froy had shoved his hands into his pockets, sauntering over to you with a bright smile.

"Froy. . ." You lifted a brow, "can I do something for you?"

"Wow, look at all these forms." He breathed out, propping his elbows up on your desk and leaning over. "Aniki really doesn't give you a break, does he? You poor thing." His stern voice immediately melted into an affectionate one, as he reached a hand over to your face. Gently, he just barely brushed his fingers against your cheek.

"Bernard-san lets me take a break whenever I wish, so long as I get all of this done." You responded duly. "Don't worry, he isn't overworking me or anything." At that you went back to looking over contracts and letters, everything of the sort.

This put a frown on Froy's face. If you were allowed to take a break, then why wouldn't you take it now? He was here, so why were these forms more important that him. The male huffed.

"Put this silly pen down, [Y/n]-chan. I have something I want you to do with me." He chimed.

"Froy-- I should really keep working--" You nervously trailed off, seeing as this immediately made the white haired male bitter.

"If you don't make time for me, I'll be really upset." With rather serious eyes, the boy leaned closer to you, merely inches away. "And you don't want that, do you?"

With wide eyes, you slowly looked away, your lips parting to say something - but you couldn't even find your voice.

"So let's take a walk! There's some people I want you to meet!" His mood would switch in the snap of a finger, and you weren't so sure you could handle it for the rest of the day.

Even still, letting out a sigh, you nodded your head in agreement. Finally you set your pen down, stood up, and let Froy escort you through the halls he knew so much better than you did. This could pretty much be considered a kidnapping, but you didn't have the energy to try and escape.

"You know, you're a member of Perfect Spark, too. . . And you didn't even take the time to come and meet everyone, they're so upset!" As dramatic as always, Froy whined.

"I've been here for about five days, I'm sorry, I didn't get the time." You couldn't detect if he was joking or not, so you played this chivalrous route and just apologized.

"Well, when you say it like that, I can't possibly be upset with you." His blue eyes almost glittered, as he turned to look at you. "I'll be honest, Bernard actually asked me to take you a few places. Sorry if it seemed like I was just dragging you around for fun." With a small nervous laugh, he continued down the hallway.

Your lovely escort here was the first to direct you to the private soccer pitch. For a charity foundation, Orion had a lot of money to spend on their disciples. . . You made a mental note to try and do something about that later on.

And so, Froy introduced you to the team you'd be playing in from now on, for a good while. You happily bowed your head and said hello to everyone.

"Bernard-san has said so much about you." Karl was one of the first to speak up, even if it was in a quite timid tone.

You blinked your eyes in confusion.

"There's been so much going on, and Orion is slowly starting to do underhanded things. . ." Another member pointed out.

"You can help us right. . . ?" Yuri took a small step closer to you. "Is that not what you're here for. . . ? To stop all of this corruption in the world?"

All of a sudden, you weren't so sure what you just put on your shoulders. It seems like you'd bitten off more than you could chew. All of their pleading eyes. . . Their wishes. . . Their passions. . . You could feel it.

"You're our symbol of hope." Froy spoke for the entire team when he said this. "If you ever need anything, we won't hesitate to help you."

These words rung in your ears for far longer than you'd hoped.

Afterwards, you were brought to the training center. This was where others would be coached, to later become a disciple. This didn't particularly mean becoming slaves to Orion's bidding, but instead, they became members of the organization in order to get help.

To help their families, and friends back home - they would play soccer, their favourite thing in the world. Orion not only helped children in need and their families, but it also gave them the opportunity to play soccer.

You did a lot of research, and Russia's poverty rates totaled at fourteen point three percent. This is approximately twenty-one million people, on the streets, unable to afford basic things to support their families. As you were thinking about this, a sigh slipped past your lips. . .

This world was so fallen. . . Wasn't it?

"Don't look so upset, [Y/n]." Froy's brows furrowed, as he placed a hand on your shoulder. "These kids look up to you. Smile for them, won't you?"

"You're right." You flashed him a quick smile, heading down the staircase. As soon as you stepped on the pitch, one trainee in particular had noticed you before the others. Without sparing a second, the little ginger haired male scampered over to you. 

"You're Miss [Y/n], right!" His big round eyes brimming with excitement, the male stared up at you.

"Malik, [Y/n]-chan is Japanese." Froy propped his hands on his hips, bending down to near Malik's height. "She's also older than you, so call her [L/n]-san!" Though, Froy was hardly scolding the little one.

"Oh, s-sorry. . . [L/n]-san." Nervously, Malik bowed.

A soft smile marred your features as you knelt down to meet his line of sight.

"Please don't apologize, you're welcome to call me by my first name. I've no problems with it at all." You chirped, patting his head. Malik's cheeks flushed, but he wouldn't possibly ask you to stop. "What's your name?"

"Malik Kuabel!" The blue-eyed boy perked up, smiling brightly.

"That's a nice name. It's nice to meet you, Malik." Your gaze softened at the sight of this glimmering young boy. You couldn't begin to imagine what kind of hardships he had to go through, due to the corrupted political system.

"Did you come to watch us train! Hey, hey, [Y/n]-san, do you want to play soccer with me!" Excitedly, he took hold of your hand and attempted to pull you over, but to no avail. "Just for five minutes, please? Please?"

"Hey! That's enough, [Y/n] has to get back to work." Froy huffed, "come on, let go of her." Now he tried to pry the kid off of you, but he wasn't having any luck either.

"[Y/n]-san came to see me, not you!" Malik puffed his cheeks before sticking his tongue out. This easily struck a nerve in the younger Girikanan.

"Y-you little runt. . . !" Froy grit his teeth.

With a pout, Malik threw himself into your arms. At this and their little banter, you couldn't help but giggle to yourself.

"What do you think you're doing--!" Froy piped up.

"There's no need to fight, calm down you two." Chuckling, you gently ran your fingers through Malik's hair as he tightly clung to you. After a while, his eyes had closed as he nuzzled closer.

"Mama's touch is just as gentle as yours. . ." He mumbled under his breath.

This both yourself and Froy straight in the heart. This poor young boy must miss his mother so much.

"Malik, any time you need me to give you a hug, or stroke your hair, I'm always here for you, okay?" Your voice was just above a whisper, but it was more than enough for him.

As the three of you were down at the pitch, from the stands a male with dark blue hair had watched. His eyes hard and cold, fixated on you before he turned away. Shoving his hands into his pockets, the boy quietly left.

[ notes; please don't assume this will follow orion exactly. in fact, i don't plan in following the plot episode by episode at all. there will be a ton of changes. this is my story, this is my rendition of what could have been. feel free to request some love interests, i'll try to implement them into the story as best as i can! ]