lessons: on introduction
Title: On Introduction
Rating: G
Pairing: Ricardo Kakà/Andriy Shevchenko
Kakà meets the elusive, enigmatic Andriy Shevchenko for the first time in an elevator and he is immediately (stupidly) spellbound (starstruck?)-he shouldn’t be, really, not when he, at twenty-one, has already played alongside the likes of O Fenômeno and R. Gaúcho-he has even met and conversed with Pelé (Pelé!) several times-but, with the tip of his slight finger still pressed against the southward arrow, Kakà only stares, flustered.
“Going down?” Andriy Shevchenko asks politely.
“-? Oh.” I, well, um, yes.
They are on the third floor when the fickle doors slide close and the elevator hum signaling their journey begins. The ride probably lasts for a little less than a minute, but when Kakà steps out again, he has learned that there is no elevator music because there was once a related incident, mostly not spoken of at either clubs of the San Siro, with a fist, an Interista, and Marco van Basten, and that Andriy Shevchenko actually prefers to be called Sheva by his teammates.
“Okay,” Kakà says. Then, hesitatingly, tardily, to Andriy Shevchenko’s back, “Ciao...Sheva.”
Ciao, Ricky.
Rating: G
Pairing: Ricardo Kakà/Andriy Shevchenko
Kakà meets the elusive, enigmatic Andriy Shevchenko for the first time in an elevator and he is immediately (stupidly) spellbound (starstruck?)-he shouldn’t be, really, not when he, at twenty-one, has already played alongside the likes of O Fenômeno and R. Gaúcho-he has even met and conversed with Pelé (Pelé!) several times-but, with the tip of his slight finger still pressed against the southward arrow, Kakà only stares, flustered.
“Going down?” Andriy Shevchenko asks politely.
“-? Oh.” I, well, um, yes.
They are on the third floor when the fickle doors slide close and the elevator hum signaling their journey begins. The ride probably lasts for a little less than a minute, but when Kakà steps out again, he has learned that there is no elevator music because there was once a related incident, mostly not spoken of at either clubs of the San Siro, with a fist, an Interista, and Marco van Basten, and that Andriy Shevchenko actually prefers to be called Sheva by his teammates.
“Okay,” Kakà says. Then, hesitatingly, tardily, to Andriy Shevchenko’s back, “Ciao...Sheva.”
Ciao, Ricky.