Author's Notes:

Well, I'm back and probably more insane than usual. Why, you ask? Because this is another OC submission story...

Well, due to the lack of sugar rushes I'm unable to write "My Anime Birthday!" and Taiji hasn't been updated in a while. But who can defy plot bunnies anyway?

I'll be updating Taiji soon, if anyone's interested in knowing.

And this is also the intro of my new OC: Kurosawa Ayumu. Say "Hi" Yume-kun.

Kurosawa: ...Hello. Um... The author does not own IE or its characters. He only owns the plot and his OCs.

Legend: Alter

Chapter One: The Untold

It was the beginning of another day in Inazuma Town. The soft morning sunlight flitted trough the curtains of a window of a certain 16 year old teen's room who was sleeping with a pillow covering his eyes. The bright line created crawled upwards slowly towards the bed of the teen like a luminous snake, and when it was about midway across the floor, an alarm-clock beeped to life. The neon green numbers flashing sharply against the black background of the digital clock.

The teen groaned, shifting sleepily beneath the pillow and covers. His hand looked for the clock on his bedside cabinet, only to remember he had placed it on the small mirror hanging on the wall beside the cabinet. He got up and stretched his arms, barely stifling a yawn in the process.

After silencing the infernal beeps of his alarm-clock, he entered his room's bathroom, walking sluggishly. And miraculously, he reached the sink of the bathroom, with his eyes closed the whole time. Probably his many years living in the same house made this second nature.

He quickly splashed cool water from the faucet on his face, relishing the refreshing feeling while getting some of the heaviness of his eyes out. He looked at the mirror in front of him, blinking his eyes rapidly to make the world come into focus.

And there he was, staring back at himself with his (in his opinion anyway) "average" black eyes, the bangs of his "average" black unruly hair hanging damply around his face from the water, his "average" face glistening and damp. He wiped his face on the towel hanging nearby, wishing that he was born in a time when schools started at twelve.

He quickly brushed his teeth and got ready for school. As he came down the stairs (jumping the last three steps) he saw the usual scene of his mother and father and 12 year old sister sitting down for breakfast. He joined them, just having a piece of toast as his mother scolded him for jumping down the stairs even after the last hundred time he was told not to.

After breakfast, he half walked-half ran to his school, Inazuma High, now regretting that he refused to learn to use the Rollerblades his Aunt sent him for his birthday. (Although in hindsight, he wasn't really sure if Rollerblades were allowed in Inazuma High)

"HEY! KURO-KUN!" A cheery voice called after him halfway to his school. He slowed down his pace and turned around, effectively walking backwards. He smiled at the person scurrying towards him, who was Otonashi Haruna.

"Ohayo gozaimasu, Otonashi-san..." He said in his usual soft voice before bowing when she was in range.

"Again!?" Haruna exclaimed unnecessarily loudly, "I'm not your teacher! You don't need to be so formal with me!"

"But... I speak to everyone that way..." He said in a small voice, almost as loud as a whisper.

"Err... I have noticed that... Why, actually?" She asked him (again), a bit taken aback by how embarrassed and/or hurt he looked.

"Um... Force of habit, I guess..." He replied a bit evasively, looking at the sky with his dark eyes. Haruna thought that they would've looked like the twilight sky if they didn't always have that look so dull. They always gave the impression he was sorry for his existence... Well, he did have the habit of saying sorry for the most trivial things, most of which weren't technically his fault most of the time...

They reached the school, the fields alive with students going towards the building. The faint murmuring of the various people talking and the occasional loud laughs filled the air.

"Haruna!" A goggle-clad teen called. It was Kidou Yuuto, the famed playmaker and natural genius of Inazuma Japan.

"Ohayo onii-chan!" Haruna said with a wide smile on her face.

"Ohayo gozaimasu..." Kurosawa said softly, bowing to him respectfully.

"Um, you really don't need to do that, you know. I won't really mind..." Kidou said, quite exasperated at the unprecedented amount of respect the whole school was getting from the slightly dark skinned boy.

"Oh, OK..." He said in an offhand voice, which indicated that it'll happen again the next day like always.

"Anyway..." Kidou stated, straightening up, "It's a good thing I was able to find both of you. We have an exhibition match with Occult today."

"But, we weren't notified about this before!" Haruna exclaimed while Kurosawa turned a shade paler.

"Well, you know Occult High's style... And a rumor said that the first person to get the letter of challenge fell into a trance for a week and woke yesterday..." He said the last part a bit disbelievingly.

"Well, the team's beaten them once and we'll beat them again!" Haruna said with a confident fist pump even though she had tuned blue from the news.

"We shouldn't get our hopes too high... I've heard that they've improved a lot since then... And gotten more dangerous curses..." Jin said, suddenly popping up beside the siblings causing them to jump from fright.

"Ohayo gozaimasu..." Kurosawa said again, and bowed like before.

The sinister boy's eyes started leaking with joy like every past occasion where Kurosawa had bowed to him. (Oddly, never flinching when he suddenly appeared behind him.)

"Did I do something wrong again?" Kurosawa said, his voice dropping in volume yet again so the question was barely audible.

"No you didn't! He's crying out of happiness." Haruna said, a sweatdrop appearing as she saw Jin skulking in a corner.

"Umm..." Kurosawa was started before Hauna held his arm and dragged him to their classroom.

"Don't dwell on it." she told him when she saw him still looking behind at Jin.

"Actually... I was about to ask you if Kidou-san will be angry because of how close you are to me at the moment..." He said with a touch of embarrassment evident in his voice.

"Well... I... I-I can't believe you think Kidou is that close-minded. I know he can see that our relationship is strictly platonic!" Haruna said bristling at him; her cheeks also turned pink for a moment.

"So... He looks at every boy with a platonic relationship with you that way?" He asked a bit dimly, pointing at Kidou who was giving a warning look at him from a distance.

Haruna just sighed, the blush deepening to a rosy red.

"It's gonna be fine... It's gonna be fine... I know it'll turn out OK..."

Kurosawa kept chanting in his head. He was shaking his feet frantically, his breathing was erratic. "Keep calm... I-it's not likely to be bad... Is it?"

The teacher in front of the class was calling the names of the students one by one, and most came back with appalled or disappointed faces along with their exam-papers.

A drop of perspiration slid down his cheek. His fingers tapped along the beat his feet built up. "Why does my paper always end up to be one of the last ones?"He cursed in his mind.

"Kurosawa Ayumu!" The teacher finally called. Kurosawa gulped, and walked rigidly to the teacher.

He held the paper in his trembling hands and returned to his seat, not daring to look at it yet.

He plopped down his seat, and looked at the paper. The subject was English, and his marks were written in red letters on the corner of his paper.

He released a sigh of relief. "Thank God... 94%"

"Wow, you did really well, Kuro-kun!" Haruna exclaimed from behind him after getting a glimpse of his paper.

"I probably just got lucky..." he said in a tone that made it clear that he was serious and not just being modest.

"You should give yourself more credit..." Haruna said in a small voice, really upset.

The coach of the Inazuma High soccer club announced the starting lineup for the match that afternoon. And Kurosawa was picked to play in the match as a midfielder, his usual position.

"Err... Coach?" Kurosawa said as he approached the coach timidly.

"What is it Kurosawa?" He said in his usual booming voice. Kurosawa flinched as though a whip was cracked at him. He really disliked loud noises...

"...I-I don't think I should play in today's match..." He said in a small voice, looking down so his eyes became shadowed.

"Why!? You don't look sick. And you've been in excellent form!" he exclaimed.

Kurosawa muttered incoherently in response.

"What?" The coach asked.

He muttered a bit louder, but it was still too faint.

"Speak like a man, darn it!" He snapped at him as loud as a thunderclap.

"I'LL JUST WEIGH THE TEAM DOWN!" he blurted out at the top of his voice, very alarmed at being yelled at.

He reddened in embarrassment when he realized that the whole team plus the managers heard him.

The team was warming up on the field, looking apprehensive since the opposition (and a frightening one, none the less) was warming up just across the field.

Kurosawa was stretching along with the team. He was touched that they assured him that he wasn't a burden to the team, given his lack of experience and skill compared to the team. But... He was still doubtful of his usefulness.

He felt a shiver run through his spine... He looked around to find the captain of Occult, Yuukoku looking at him with a sinister smile...

"Don't tell me..." He thought, "He knows..."

END