Dreams or Deceit

Prologue

"OH MY WORLD! I SWEAR YOU'll NEVER SEE ANYTHING LIKE THIS AGAIN!"

"The kid with the world at his feet. Kurosawa Izana has just scored a worldie from 30 yards out to complete his hat trick and help his team win from 2-0 down in a champion's league final! Leading Real madrid to its 15th ever champion's league win!"

"This kid has already been acknowledged by the likes of Zidane, Messi and Ronaldo and he's only 17 years old! This kid is surely gonna leave his mark in this world when he's done" The reporter screamed out in awe of seeing Kurosawa score a last minute winner

The crowd erupted with cheers as my teammates crowded me and lifted me in the air. 

That's right. I'm Kurosawa Izana the japanese football prodigy on track to becoming one of the best ever. I was Real Madrid's striker who had just taken over from the legend Karim Benzema and I was definitely filling his shoes.

"Damm hermano, ese gol fue increíble!(Damm bro that goal was incredible)." Vinicius said to me as I got let down before Vinicius and Rodrgyo started trying to get me to dance

"Gracias." I said smiling

That day I was showered with champagne and cheers from fans. When I got home my parents hugged me telling me how much they loved me and were proud of me.

What a great life right. 

Pretty much every kid's dream.

Except

I hate football

Flashback

I grew up relatively normally, no real sob story. Many would say I was pretty privilleged. My dad was a famous japanese baseball player and my mom held the world record for the 100m and 200m sprints bringing multiple olympic gold medals to japan. 

Safe to say money was never really a problem

So why am I complaining about my life?

Its because my parent's never really loved me.

At a young age, I was forced to pick a sport and since then every single day of my childhood and youth was spent pushing my body to its limit to try and achieve something great in sports like my parents.

"Izana how was training?" My mom asked as I returned with Dad from training

"It was fine." I said nonchalantly

"Remember you need to join me for a run later." Mom said as I headed upstairs to my room

That was pretty much how most days went, skill training in the morning and fitness at night. But I never wanted to dedicate my life to sports like that.

Why didn't I bring it up to my parents, surely they would understand right?

I was just a clueless kid at the time heading to my parents room to ask them to read me a bedtime story but what I heard was probably what led me down this path.

"Mo-"

"Izana is underperforming at the academy! This has to be your fault you always accompany him to training! Your clearly not pushing him enough!" My mom yelled to my dad

"Me?! The main problem is that he doesn't run enough! That's your job Ms olympic sprinter!" My dad yelled back

"He doesn't run because you aren't hard enough on him! He can keep up with me just fine when we go out on runs?!" My mom retorted

"Maybe its because your a woman!!" 

"Excuse me!"

"We're only together so we can make Izana a great athlete! If he doesn't show potential by 15 we're getting a divorce!" My mom shouted back