Helluw~
So here is my new story. I didn't know if I should post it, cause it's kind of different than the usual, way too happy and cute stories about Inazuma eleven. This is more a sad story… It's gonna be cute in the end though, but there will be a few sad things happening… So I decided to make some kind of prologue about Gazel's life (Cause it's a BurnxGazel story obviously~), and Please tell me if you like it and want me to continue, cause I am a little unsure… D:

Prologue: His daily life.

Gazel's POV.

My daily life, the daily life of Suzuno Fusuke. Or Gazel, as my friend call s me. Or how the other students at my school call me: Bastard, creep, or their favorite, 'The sick guy that loves guys'.

My daily life is just a little bit different then the daily life of an average teenager.

Of course I wake up with the annoying sound of my alarm clock at an ungodly hour, and hit it as hard as I can.

This part of my life is not so different. I have a nice family and live in a nice house. And every day I repeat the same routine.

I get out of bed. I get dressed an put up my façade, making sure nobody can see my real emotions from the outside. I go downstairs and eat my breakfast. I brush my teeth and pack my bag.

I have to hurry if I want to be in time, but I guess I will make it.

And I am right. I make it.

Every day I stand in front of that school, getting ready for another horrible day.

This is where it changes. This is when it's different.

And even though every tissue of my being resists, I still go inside.

As soon as I enter, it starts.

"Hey bastard, you're still alive?" asks a random person that I don't even know! I just ignore him and walk to my locker.

"Just leave and never come back, will ya?" comes the next comment.

I make sure my face shows no emotion, and open my locker.

I see that for the hundredth time, someone has put some sticky dirt all over my stuff.

"Nice locker, you dirt!" I hear someone say while he walks by. I make sure my expression stays untouched.

Oh don't get me wrong. Those comments don't even hurt anymore. They are just an bother.

No, there is only one person that knows how to really make me suffer. And, unfortunately, he loves to do so.

"You know, you'll always be alone" I hear his. He is standing next to my locker. The only person that knows how to hurt me.

"You'll die alone, somewhere, and no one will care. We will all go on with our lives like nothing happened".

I don't say a thing. I just glare at him, with everything I got, wishing he would just leave me alone.

"Oh don't give me that cold look, Gazel" He tempts me. And I fall for it.

"Don't. Call me. Gazel!" I hiss at him. I am about to snap. I feel it. I feel the anger boil in me. That long stored anger, AND sadness.

"Why not?' is his witty remark. "Oh yeah. Only your friends can call you that, right? And you really believe they care about you?" he asks with that annoying look on his face.

I have to defend my friends. "Yes! Yes I believe they care about me" I shout at him.

"And do you believe they also love you? Like a lover? Or whatever your sick mind wants to call it? No of course they don't! You make me sick, you know that? You make me sick, you guy loving bastard!"

With those words he slams my locker shut, and walks away.

I break down. I don't want these people to see me like this, so I slap myself across the face.

'Man up Gazel. Don't be weak!'

So I continue my day. I go to my lessons, try to stay as unnoticed as possible. I have my lunch, during the break. But of course not without the many mean remarks that the people at my school come up with.

I continue my lessons and am happy when I am finally allowed to leave. I hurry home.

I have survived yet another day.

I am lucky that I didn't get beaten. They used to do that from time to time.

I have a little small talk with my mom, to assure her everything is all right.

But as soon as I get the chance, I leave and go to my room.

There, I finally break down.

I take my pillow and hug it to my chest. I let all the tears out. They stream down my cheeks.

I lie there, once again crying myself to sleep.

This was an average day of my life. The life of Suzuno Fusuke.

So I hope it was good enough… It's different from my last story though… Please tell me if you like it or not… I encourages me to write quicker, and I will have some more free time next week, cause 3 of my teachers will go to Canada with a group of students~ And I guess I can write some more in that period. So pleeeeeeeeeaaaassseeeeee review! It makes me very happy to get them.