A/N: About time I'm writing something just to entertain the Publish tab. XD And well, yeah..er…since I'm still a newbie, I'm pretty nervous right now, with people reading my works…
A-Anyhow! I'm starting a OC Submission fiction. You're all free to join! But I'll have some rules and restrictions. Further details shall be at the bottom of the page. For now, please read my (crappy) Chapter 1 and share your opinions!
Inazuma Eleven © Level-5
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Through Space and Time © Loretta Fiorella
CHAPTER O N E:
Dying, Transported, and Surprises
Dying is not fun. Seriously.
I have no idea how people can readily give up their life (either they're really brave or just plain stupid, the majority are probably the latter), but dying is certainly not a way to do things.
You know how hero acted all brave and willingly risked their lives for the ones they love? Yeah, that. Their deaths are described as honorable and absolutely dramatic. They died for the sake of something, and then be content that they will be able to rest in peace. But little did they know, Death is not as forgiving as they thought.
I've always dreamt of dying and regret nothing. No problems to worry about even after my last breath and just...well, be at peace, I guess? Maybe a bit of sappy drama (like me jumping in and taking the gunshot for someone? That would be totally awesome. Well, not the part about being hit by a metal bullet, that hurt damn it!). At least by doing that I'd be able to make a name for myself.
But guess what? Fate hates me.
I swear it does. Instead of things going according to my brilliant plan (being a hero—er—heroine), I ended up dying in the worst possible way (No, not the horror kind when I got stuck in an accident and the car ran over me and...y'know).
Tripping on the stairs. I died.
Does that sentence needs more dramatic (too much drama today...) words to get the point through?
...
Probably not.
Back to my point. I tripped on the stairs, and supposedly ascent to heaven and live happily ever after since I really didn't do anything wrong. Maybe find a nice shade and just start sipping water while staring boringly at the white clouds. Perhaps boring, but not as boring as school (Schools are the imitation of hell).
That's what supposed to happen!
So why in the bloody hell did I got transported to the soccer-loving world in the form of a freaking 6 years old?!
So yeah. The first thing I see when I opened my eyes is white.
Like pure white, the same as a hospital room with the odor of newly constructed building. There was no other furniture beside the bed I was laying on. There was no window either. Except for a white door on the left corner.
I stared at the nothingness. Before my brain start clicking around until everything is absorbed.
"Oh hell no," I muttered. Immediately, I sat up and flipped the white sheet out of the bed, then moved to stand.
Wrong choice.
Instead of feeling the ground under my feet, there was only air. But I was in such a rush that I leap out of the bed as fast as possible in my panic state. As a result, I fell flat on my face and thus kissing the ground. Again.
Hello~ Nice to meet you again, floor! Even if you're the culprit of my death.
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AS IF!
I sat up. Rubbing my abused red nose, and checking my body parts for any other injuries. But instead of finding bruises, I meet yet with another surprise.
"AJH#$*&YJHEWG5 $%W*&YHGBF—" I screamed. Of course who wouldn't when suddenly you feel like your arms have been cut to half its size? And what's with that high-pitched squealing noise?!
After another round of *couch*girly*cough* shriek, I managed to calm down (somewhat). I stand up, stretching my legs as far as possible, and I could barely see past the bed next to me.
How the heck did I managed to get even shorter?! I was already short enough, why did I still shrink, like, by 3 feet?!
I reached for my hair, feeling it. It was shorter, somehow. The raven color was still there when I pulled the hair in front of my face. I wonder whether my appearance changed or not. It's not as if a bang in my head would cause me to shrink to a child's height right? Right?!
Footsteps.
I was pretty sure my newly found voice was loud, because the soft padding of shoes against the floor are approaching this room. So this room wasn't soundproofed, eh?
I stood stiff in my position, eyes focusing on the white door at the corner. For a moment I considered the option of hiding, but then realized it would be useless now that I've did a screaming lesson in this room. And there was really nowhere to hide, even the hiding place under the bed was pretty obvious when a person step inside and look at the messy bedding. That and with my new size, the option of fighting was instantly crossed out.
The door cracked open, and standing at the doorway was a middle-man, I assumed.
His brown hair was combed back, and the sunglasses hid his eyes (which probably criticizing me) so I don't really know his eyes colors (why wear sunglasses in a building anyway?). He wear casual clothing which consisted of a white T-shirt, a brown jacket, jeans, and sneakers. In his hand is a clipboard.
If you asked me, I'd say he's an odd sight.
Still, I stared at him dumbly.
"I see the kiddie woke up," he said. Okay, I understood the part that I had shrunk for some mysterious reason, but a kiddie? That statement wounded what was left of my pride, damn it!
I glared at him, showing my dislike.
But he just shrugged it off (I needed to horn my death glares to make it even more intimidating, especially now I'm in this size). "Since you're awake, and it seems like you're pretty healthy considering how loud you were even in this room, I'll just get straight to the point and not fussing about your health which certainly is no concern of mine. Clear?"
Got that. My dislike to you had just excelled to intolerance as well. Thank you very much.
I nodded; I'm so not going to talk to some stranger who just bluntly insulted me the moment we meet.
"Great, the brat gets it, save me some trouble..." He mumbled. I raised my eyebrow. Hello? Didn't you just said that you're going to get right to the point?
Finally he straighten up, still standing in the same spot, and began to speak.
"First of all, I trust you're aware of your...condition?" I gave an affirmative, I certainly was aware that my body had magically shrunk, no need for the pause. "...Good, because there's a reason why you've been turned into a 6 years old."
Surprise~ A man who I don't even have a clue as to who dressed in odd fashion just said that I'm young for my age. How kind.
Please note the sarcasm.
But really, a 6 years old?
"Hold on, 6 years old? What do you mean?" I asked, had my brain finally stop working?
Now it was his turn to raise an eyebrow (I'm sure he did even if he is hiding half his face behind that black glasses). "I thought you knew? Anyway, your body shrunk because you've been turned to a 6 years old. Why? Because it is the Rules when you were transported from your world to here, your body too must change in order to adapt to the new environment."
Hah?
"Wait, what rules? What world? Adapting to the new environment? How? I'm dead aren't I? Then it should be impossible th—" He cut me off by raising his hand, requesting for silence.
What in the blazes...? I was dead! I knew it when I experienced the sensation! This was supposed to be Heaven right? How could this even possible? It should be the ordinary sequence when I died, I go to Heaven or the Underworld, and spent my time there. So what's this about environment and rules? I shook my head frantically. I don't get it. I don't understand it, at all.
I have so many questions that were ready to burst out, but I let him continue.
"Answering your first question: The Rule of fitting in. In which you're given a new appearance and start a fresh beginning here in this world. As for who made the rules, it's a classified information." He answered the question printed on my face. Figuratively, of course.
"Second, yes, you're in another world different from your own. You must have some sort of connection to this world in order to be transported here. I don't know what it is though. But you'll be living here from now on. Don't worry, it's not as if we're going to let you stray out in the street, so you'll be staying with us."
I frowned and crossed my arms. Living, here? He said us. Who? But before that, is this even real? Or is it some sort of tricks my mind is playing in my head? Because I was sure that transportation through different worlds is an impossible task.
"You said 'us,' as in who?" I inquired.
The man sighed. "Let me start at the beginning, so that this whole thing would fit inside that little head of yours.
"As I said before, you've been transported to another world, where, according by the Rules, you're transformed into a 6 years old to adapt to the new environment. Of course, you're not the only one who was transported here.
"Though infrequent, other kids like your age when they were still alive died because of accidents. But they were given a second chance because well, you'll find out later, it is a complicated explanation for newbies like you. And then they were transported here, though some with the memories of their past lives while the majority have their brain wiped clean. You still sustained those memories of your past right?"
I nodded. Yes, I still remembered how I died and such. And my family too...
"Good then, less explaining," He really do want to get this over with huh?
"Anyhow, now that's some basic info about how you got here, we sh—"
"Where are we?!" I interrupted him. He seemed annoyed by the cut off.
I can't help it, these things are too new for me. Suddenly being thrown in another world (assuming that it's the truth) and was forced living here. It's all just...unreal. Plus, living in somewhere I don't know is just downright uncomfortable. I need the location, in case I decided to escape.
"In case you are wondering, this place here is a Training Camp. Where we train you kids to be accustomed to how this world works. Of course with a compensation, you'll have to work for us. But it is nothing you kiddies can't handle without the proper training. Foods, shelters, expenses, they're all free. You just need to follow orders and you get your life."
Now that explanation sounds a bit fishy here. Working for them? As in what? And I still don't know where this place is on the globe!
I voiced out my questions, it seemed like the man who I-still-do-not-know-the-name-nor-do-I-even-wanted- to was almost running out of his patient.
"Since this world is rather simplistic, you'll work in teams with others and do things that we asked you too. And if you disobey, your life here is finish." The unspoken threat was clear as water. Even his voice was lower to add effects. But he still didn't answer my questions.
Brows furrowed, I stood there contemplating.
Okay, I'm in another world. I'm a 6 years old. My life belongs to strangers. I'm supposed to follow their orders. If I don't, my life is in danger.
Yep, I got it sorted out. Pretty much.
But I still don't know what world I am in, nor the dangers this place could offer.
"Say," I started, the man perked up, wasn't he irritated before? "What kind of world are we in?"
The man shrugged. "I wouldn't know the name. But this place loves soccer—oh, and you'll be train on that by the way—would Football Frontier International, or FFI, ring a bell to you? If it isn't then we are in a world where kids play soccer to decide the world's fate. I presume."
I sucked in a sharp breath. Oh, that description sounds familiar enough. The world where soccer rules, I remembered it clearly from my past life.
How?
"Inazuma Eleven..." My voice was a faint whisper in the spacious room.
How could I be transported to this place out of all the places possible?
XXX
Published: April 24, 2013
A/N: First chapter is loooong, and boring. I think I flunk the explanation part though. Don't worry, I'll put more of it in future chapters, probably. I'll never believe that I've achieved the sarcastic tone in my work either.
Putting my little talk side, let's get started on the OC Submission, shall we? 8D
First of all, there will be two forms: one for the adults (I have no idea what you guys think, but adults are pret-ty important in this fic at the beginning) and one for teens (for teams and the kids living at the camp, I would guess.).
One thing I forgot to mention: you're allowed to submit at most 3 forms. I'll judge them, and if 2 fulfilled the conditions, I pick those 2. If I like none, sorry, it's either minor or disqualify.
Adult: (Currently have 3 adults, all females).
Name: Name can be from a foreign country. Doesn't really matter.
Gender: Both male and female please
Age: Range from 22-39
Appearance: Clothing is pretty modern. Keep it to Inazuma style though. (Meaning, no revealing err… too much of body parts). And also, no people would have natural multi-color hair, nor will they have exotic colors for eyes (no heterochromatic, sorry folks). If you have an image of your OC, great! Send it in! They're always good for future references. But remember that they should be in good quality, I'm kind of color blind here guys. (Description + Image will increase your chance in being choose. By no means, DO NOT use an image that's not yours. That's plagiarism and I have zero tolerance for it.)
Personality: Please don't just include a list of adjectives. Give me a thorough explanation of their traits and the goods and bads of their personality. How they express themselves, how they act to certain circumstances. Don't contradict yourself either (e.g. If you say your OC is cold-hearted, please don't put funny in the same sentence.) Unable to fulfill all these requirements shall resulted your OC being disqualify or he/she will become a minor OC.
Job: Think of the variety of jobs in a Training Camp (which basically is all about soccer). What kind of ability (NOT special ability or the overboard-kind of ability, unless you're aiming for Mary Sue and Gary Tsu) will your OC have that will be useful to teach the younger generation? (e.g Coach, Instructor, Trainer, Chief, Engineer, etc…)
History in the Training Camp: Yes, you were once one of the kids who died and get transport here. Do you still retain the memories from past life? And explain why you've chosen to remain behind when you was given the choice to get out of this place.
Trivia: What you want me to take a note of. I'm not sure if you'd want to include the meanings behind the names. Since I doubt it will be in the story anyway… But if you feel that it is important, please go ahead and include it. Extras are always welcome~
Teens: (I'm guessing that lots of people are going for this form, let's see how it will turns out. But I need 11 OCs for our lovely team (I have a name, but no uniform, so if you have an idea, please PM me). The chosen 11 might or might not appear until later. The rest of the OC shall be separate into 2 categories: Major and Minor. I'll decide on how informative the forms are to put in each category. But even if you're in Minor, it's not as if you'll be gone for good. I have a plan ;) )
X mark indicates that the rules and conditions are the same as in the Adult Form.
Name: X
Gender: X (Yes, I really need those boys to show themselves here. Extra cookies for you if you send in boy OCs! XD)
Age: Range from 12 to 16 (Remember that in the first few chapters, you're going to be around 6 six years old. My OC right now is 6, and in future she'll be 13; that's 7 years of time lapsed. So remember to do the Math! :D) Would be great if you include the OC's previous life age if he/she happened to remember them.
Appearance: X
Personality: X (Do made them act like their age. If there's a certain way they're acting how they are, please include a good explanation)
Height: Just put the feet and inch. Not exactly that important, but I'll need them for the future picture (Yes, you heard me, picture. A friend of mine is going to draw the team. I don't know how she's going to do it though XD Therefore, I need UNIFORM ideas!)
Background: How did he/she died? Do your OC still retain the memories? (Remember that this case is quite rare.) Don't just make the OC to have a grim or a dark past. Not everyone are like that seeing how the life in Inazuma works. Tell me what past time they like having beside playing and training soccer, it may have relations to their past. Being force to play soccer, how do they feel?
Specialties: Whatever specialties you like for your OC to have. I'll let you have fun here. But remember that this is all about soccer. :D (Don't make them overwhelming powerful. That might be the source of problem if your OC happened to be rejected.) Do they have high stamina? Good at dribbling? Powerful shoots? Mobility? Insight? Or is your OC the team's brain?
Weaknesses: You cannot have only strength, you must also have weaknesses. That's our balance in life. So depends on how powerful your OC is, the weaknesses must be able to balance it out. This better be a reasonable explanation. (And no, your OC being afraid of bugs have nothing to do with soccer.)
Positions:
We have (Currently have 6 boys, 4 girls. No more girls for the team. If you're sending girls, unfortunately, they will not be in the team. But there are spots for boys still. I need boy OCs.):
Forwards (0) – Who receive ball and shoot (Better if the forwards are boys though)
Midfielders (0) – Will continuously switch between offense and defense, so they should have lots of stamina.
Defenders (0) – Will defend the goal and block the opponents.
Sweeper (0) – Who stay behind the defense line near the goalie box just in case if no defenders are around and the ball go in the goalie box. Specialty must include heading.
Libero (0) – Play both offense and defense.
GoalKeeper (1) – Protecting the goal.
Positions shall be update regularly so you'll be aware of what positions are left. If you're chosen, your OC will be assign a team number. Remember that your OC's specialties should match with their position. Notify me if they can play different positions as well.
Element(s): Earth, Wind, Water, Fire, Wood, Void. Details of these elements can be found on Inazuma Eleven Wikia. :D You may have up to 2 elements.
Hissatsu: Maximum of 3. I can't possibly make everyone a star, so if one have too many skills, it might tip the balance of the team. But just be creative here! If you have a tactic in mind, do share for the team ;) Do note that hissatsu can't be develop immediately without tedious trainings. Your OCs will gradually improving them. In the future I will increase the numbers of hissatsu as the plot progress as well.
Likes and Dislikes: Not so important in soccer life. But important for possible omakes and when the team get together. No limits for this section.
Love Interest: Now, before you go all squealing "I want X" "Please reserve X for me!" Romance in this story will progress rather slow. If not at all. But I'll be sure to include omakes for this. Just note that romance is a minor thing in here. It's also possible that your love might turn one side. But I'll include them in omakes anyway.
Trivia: X
VIOLATIONS:
Mary Sue, Gary Tsu, and whatever Sue are unacceptable. I've made the form to be more precise so that you'll be able to avoid future Sues attacks. Therefore, I should see no Sues around here.
Copying people's works are plagiarisms. I will immediately disqualify the OC if I see that.
Author's Rant:
Canon characters won't be able to appear until later. Since we have the Training Arc to get over with here (where I'll introduce the stage and our wonderful OCs.). But this story will take place in Inazuma Eleven (NOT Go!) So beware of that.
Minor OCs (who didn't make it to the team) will be put in other teams. I'll do my best in letting everyone play a certain role. So don't feel down if you are not chosen.
If you let me to twist your OCs around a bit, then I'd be really happy. Because in most stories, they always have character development. Meaning that they'll have a hard time, they will make mistakes, but it's all part of their growth. This is really crucial in a story's plot. So if I have your permission, I'll be able to include them in here. If you have something in mind, please talk it out. I'd be happy to listen to you. :D
I'll be judging each form based on how informative it is. If you're struggling because of the language barrier, please let me know. I'll be glad to help. :D (Little dirty secret: I've just learned English for 3 years. So I'm not that fluent either. :P)
I also need your help here: I need the team uniform, so PM me if you have an idea. Then I'll let you know the theme of the team. Thank you! :D
Please answer these questions when you're sending the OC through PM:
-Would you like me to notify you whether you're chosen or not?
-How would you like your OC entrance to the story be?
-May I have permission (for my friend) to draw your OC if it get chosen?
That is all from me. (Why is it sooo long?) If I don't see much of OCs coming in, I'll be force to continue the story. So do send them in! I'm really excited to be reading your OCs Form! XD
Remember that I'll be there. So if you need help, just ask! Don't be shy! (You know, one thing I like about fanfiction/net is that there are so many people all over the world gathering here. Maybe I'll be able to pick up a few foreign language while I am here. XD)
(Also review to tell me how I did on the first chapter!)
-Loretta