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[RP Football] In the same language

Title: On the same language
Author: haruka92
Beta: none : /
Fandom: RPF : Real Madrid CF
Characters / Pairing: Ricardo Izecson dos Santos Leite (Kaka), Cristiano Ronaldo dos Santos Aveiro, José Mário dos Santos Félix Mourinho, appointed Mykolayovych Andriy Shevchenko * phew *
Rating: For all
Warning: pre-slash if you want
Disclaimer: The characters are described here, but they have never done anything like this, are not mine and was not written about them for profit.
Notes: last night I came across the Twitter profiles of two of these characters. From there the idea that I put down this morning in this fanfic, the first to write a very long time. If you find any errors, please let and I will fix them as soon as possible.

Dedicated to a person who probably will not read it, as compensation for all those stories I never finished writing: D
Thanks for everything.

the same language

Perhaps we can meet at the home of a Christian. It is often Kaka to come forward, obviously after having asked permission to telephone: he came to the door with his usual polite smile and "I hope not to disturb you, I wanted to have a chat." Maybe then end up doing anything but the phrase is always there, always the same, just some variation on the theme in a while. Chris laughs and tells him no and never looking at him, Kaka can not help but think what kind of influence they have on each other. In those moments
Andriy recalls, his friend and guide, the more experienced when he was younger, and believes he has taken his place, he knows that Christ and his twenty-five years can not be compared to what it was him then, but the affection he feels responsible sometimes against it is the same smile that he received four years ago, and now tries to return to what it can to Christ. Once as many

, Kaka sits next to Chris on that soft couch and his stralussuoso and talk about that period of his life. Is lost in a dizzying battlements Rossoneri, of victories of youth triumphant has just recalled his friendship stronger when one realizes that Chris has moved away from him, and the distance is not so much physically as mentally sidereal, even light years in its expression that does not separate hide the discomfort he is feeling. Ricardo
think it just bored. Christian is so tense to the present, his star is so high it make him conceive the idea of a past that has never had, not yet, so let the matter drop.

The outbreak will not long after, without him knowing. He can not say how it found again to talk of Milan, just know that when he was appointed Andriy Cristiano stretched so theatrical and changed the subject out of the blue, his voice high enough to cover his words. There has not been able to ignore it, got angry and not about the topic, the point is that this is a childish attitude and has left him puzzled and disappointed, for the first time since they know . Chris obviously has not moved one iota from his position as willful child and the situation has degenerated so much that Ricardo has gone earlier than usual and without exchange with Greeting him a less than formal.
Later that evening, Ricardo called him at home to clarify, correct, what can be done. The answering machine answers: Cristiano is out, who knows when and where you will return when reached, even if he can do with it a vague idea. Gives up and puts down the phone: Cri can behave as it wants, is not a child, he says. We can wait.

least until the next day, when Kaka is presented to the team practice. Christian is the first to coming toward him with his best speech against and respond to his apology for having accidentally bored with a "I do not like to hear you talk about the past and your old" crowd on the word 'comrades. At home, talk to me. O me, I am not a topic interesting enough? "He chuckles, in his arrogant manner that is his gesture of peace, Kaka knows that and laughs with him.
talk to each other until Christ does not begin to do the heating. Kaka follows him with his eyes, he and other comrades, but there is another pair of eyes focused on him instead and the Brazilian shudders when he turns and comes face to face with the inscrutable gaze of Mourinho.
The coach is there in front of him, thoughtfully chewing gum, indifferent and property: the first that Kaka can do anything, he turns and goes to incite his players no longer worthy of a look .
Ricardo saw him speak in Portuguese with Cristiano and the inexplicable anxiety tightening the chest. He wonders how long they were looking at, if he has already done it before, if by chance it is not all its groundless paranoia.
When the two appear to be turning in his direction, lowering his gaze.

Continue to keep it down when it arrives at the home of Christian that afternoon than his cheerful greeting, a bit 'surprised by the unexpected visit, rushing in the apartment as if someone was chasing. Only after the door was closed behind them, Ricardo feels loose the grip on his stomach, breathe deeply, look at Christ, who was placed in front quizzically and finally smiles.

"I wanted to spend some 'time together," he says simply. And it is sincere.