Imprisoned

A/N: Violetta: Alright, so this is kinda like excerpts from a diary, except this time, it's from Genda's diary.

5th October, 2005

My parents were talking about things I couldn't understand. Things about ratios and bar graphs, whatever those were. They had invited a family for some kind of conversation and introduction. My parents also probably wanted me to have a few playmates. Speaking of which, the family had two kids. A boy who was my age, and a girl, who seemed a bit younger. The boy had light blue hair and one of his eyes was covered with an eye patch. The girl had a delicate face and beautiful black hair with bright blue highlights. My mother put her cup down and started taking to me. "Koujirou, these are your new play mates, Sakuma Jirou-kun and Sakuma Zaira- San. Now why don't you kids go play in the garden while we grown ups talk about some stuff." Realizing "Some Stuff" would be more boring talk over tea, so we all raved over to the garden.

"So, what should we play, Genda-kun." asked Zaira.

"I don't know, Sakuma-San, you choose." I replied

"I don't mind being called by my first name," she said. "So, do you play soccer?"

"It's my favourite game!" I said happily.

"Then let's play!" said Jirou.

The result was a long, sweaty, soccer game which didn't stop until our parents found us all sweaty and tired in the garden. Soon, it was time for them to go.

As they left, I looked up again at my mother. "Mom, I had fun. Can my new friends come over again tomorrow?"

"We'll see, we'll see."

18th February, 2010

"Zaira!" I shouted out to my teammate as I tossed the ball back to her. She was already halfway up the field and was already taking a stance for an attack. No sooner had I spoken, she was already launching out a full on attack. The goalkeeper attempted to block it, but ended up flying in the air. For a moment there I smirked at his pathetic attempt. Unfortunately, the keeper had eagle vision and saw me. "What do you think you're doing there?!" He demanded to know.

"Laughing at your pathetic attempt," I said nonchalantly. "After all, those who mess with Teikoku Elementary are indeed fools."

"I'll show you, Lion Mane!" screamed the keeper. Zaira stepped up to my defence. "What do you think you're doing? No one messes with my friend and gets away with it."

The opposing team ignored her and went on to attack me. I smirked. They should've known better than to try that. I punched my fist into the ground, creating a bunch of sonic waves. They were so scared that they dropped the ball and just ran off the field. A few minutes later we were all back at the bench, packing up. I winced as I took off my gloves. My knuckles still hurt a bit after punching straight into solid earth. I had to work on one of those non-punching into rocks techniques.

Sakuma tossed me a towel and picked up his bag. "Your face is all sweaty, you makeup is running and you'll probably catch cooties." He said. He was probably right about the first two, but definitely not the third. Either way I wiped my face and left deep orange smudges on the towel. My "Makeup" as you may have thought was actually a bit of face paint. After I went to a fair a few years ago, I had my face painted as the "Crouching Tiger". One of the designs was a pair of two long triangles, each starting at parallel sides of my chin and ended at the bottom of my eyes. I liked them a lot, so I decided to keep them on for a while. Eventually I was painting my face with those triangles every other day or two.

July 15th 2013

I was literally wearing out the floor of my room to a point where it was probably as deep as a lake by walking along the entire floor all the time. Both Sakuma Siblings would text me every five minutes or so, detailing me on various aspects of the entire FFI. Zaira had joined as a strategist and team operator and Jirou had joined as a player. Everyone at school was cheering for the two, and the teachers actually began cancelling classes so we could all watch their matches. Ever since Zaira sent me the text saying: It was a 1 sided match. L.G. defeated Orpheus 8-0. Knocked 10 years off my natural life span , I was in a very anxious state, and I was unable to concentrate on studies, even my favourite subject, Biology. But it didn't even matter, since everyone, including the teachers and EVEN THE PRINCIPAL were too busy to teach us anything. My poor phone was barely able to bear all the texts and calls. Speaking of texts, My phone was vibrating with a new text message. Sitting down on a chair, I opened the text, which was from Zaira.

"Everyone's practising like an angry python is chasing them. Onii- san is worried whether whether he'll survive or not. Have you been taking good care of Nyla for me?"

I tried to hold back a load of giggles. Nyla was Zaira's venom-free pet black mamba who had made a playground out of my training area. But still, Nyla and I got along well, and at the moment, she was sitting on top of my desk and eyeing the phone curiously.

"Nyla's been good. I got a bit of info on Little Gigants for you. As you may know, they come from Cotarl, a country in god-knows-where (presumably Africa). Their manager is Raimon Natsumi, and it is rumoured that they have several techniques described in E.D's notebook."

I typed and hit the "send" button. Just for the fun of it, I browsed through my photo album. There was picture of a grinning Zaira with Nyla on her head. And there was a picture of the gigantic enamel and plaster statue we had made a few years ago. I remember selling it to the president…

All the photos made me realize how much I missed my friend.

March 18th, 2017

"And then the tapeworm said to the doctor, 'You guys call me a tapeworm out there? Well then, I hope you guys don't use me to stick stuff together!'" joked Karibe-sensei. Everyone laughed helplessly, even Karibe-Sensei. I was the only one who could keep his eyes open. Everywhere around me, people were laughing. I turned to my right to see the girl of my dreams: Sakuma Zaira. Her fists were on her desk, and she was laughing helplessly, eyes lined with glittery blue eyeliner and dark blue eyeshadow, black and indigo bangs falling all over her eyes, and her long, black and indigo knee length ponytail falling over the rest of her face. After everyone recovered from the joke, it had already been ten minutes, and the bell had rang and everyone rushed out. But for those of the soccer club, it was a special part of the day: we had a soccer match against Kidokawa High. Zaira was well on her way out, platform heels clicking. Ten minutes later, after some prep time, last minute strategy revision and positioning, we were ready to play. All the Kidokawa players were running like cowards, so it was quite easy. None of them even dared to come near the goal, so even I, the goalkeeper, was able to score a few goals. Suddenly, the ground started shaking. Everyone started bolting for the nearest exit. Suddenly, the disastrous happened: A rock nearly sliced off half of Zaira's leg. She fell down in pain, and a rock nearly fell on her, but I managed to push her away. But the rock got me instead, and my left leg was crushed. What's more, the rocks fell like a dome over us, imprisoning us. The only openings were two tiny holes within the gaps of the rock. As we were imprisoned, we lost all contact to the outside world. Our only hope was that someone noticed us and would rescue us. Both of us were still immobilized, and there was nothing to do but wait. After a few minutes the pain subsided. The conversation stayed quiet for a while. "So, do you regret anything?" Asked Zaira out of the blue. I gave her a puzzled look. "Let's face it- we have only hours to live, so yeah, it's probably time for our last words and wishes." She replied. "You go first."

"Fine," I said. "I regret only one thing- I didn't confess my love to someone. She's beautiful, kind, smart, prodigious, amazing and has always sticked by me no matter what."

The more I described her, the more Zaira's eyes widened and the more her eyes seemed to be glaring.

" But my biggest fear is that she'll never know who I am, and that she'll ignore my feelings for her." I finished

"Of course she would! Why wouldn't she! How could she not notice you?! You're the most sensible, kind, understanding person I have ever met! How could she be such an idiot?! And who is this girl anyway?! Once I'm up in the clouds, I'm gonna give her a piece of my mind!"

I just chuckled at that statement. "She's you- you're the one I have that massive crush on!"

She blinked. "Pardon?" she asked, surprised. She recovered from her state of shock in a minute of two. "Okay, I have a bit of a confession to make- I have a bit more than a crush on someone- and that someone is you."

Now I was the one in the state of shock. There was nothing left to do. Our faces were less than a centimetre apart. I crashed my lips against her coloured, porcelain doll lips. Our kiss lasted only for few seconds, until someone started drilling away the rocks. Surprised, we both jumped away, staring at the madman who had ruined my first kiss. And it was a teen with light cyan hair, tan skin, and an eye patch, wielding a drill.

"Darn in Onii-san, you ruined my first kiss!"

Sakuma seemed ready to faint. But then he saw her delicate, porcelain doll hand over my gloved one. And then he saw the generous amount of lipstick smeared all over my lips. He seemed ready to kick himself into a ten year coma. And then he fainted. And we continued our kiss. By the time we were done, the rest had found us, and Sakuma had regained consciousness, and was now wielding his electric drill like a weapon. Fortunately Haruna pulled out the plug. The rock on my leg was removed and bandaged. We were both admitted into a hospital, and were there for nearly three months. When we finally returned to school, both in wheelchairs, we were welcomed like heroes. And when our legs where finally healed, I asked her out on our first date.

A/N: Violetta: Okay, my first Ina11 story went rather well…

Endou: That was…. (sniffs) HEART WARMING! WAAAH! Where are the heroes?!

Genda and Zaira: erm… (pull invisibility cloaks over themselves)

Sakuma: (GRABS CHAINSAW) WHERE IS THAT GENDA?! I WANNA GIVE HIM A PIECE OF MY MIND!

Aki: (unplugs chainsaw) (Sighs) The things I do…

Violetta: Anyways…. R&R!