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I don't own IE…

Yes it's true,

If only I did…

I would torture Nagumo-kun ^^!

Burn: What kind of rhyme is that!

Denzel: Ne, just joking Burn-kun…

Keromi: Denzel only owns the plot and not Inazuma Eleven, hope you all don't criticize her fic… arigatooo…

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"DAMMIT GAZEL!" the redhead wanted to darn kick a soccer ball on his rival's face, everyone stayed quiet on the field, miserably watching these two quarrel again.

"I just said that your players aren't cooperating!" Gazel shot back, folding his arms stubbornly, and his hands were clenching into fists.

"Then why do you have to fucking criticize me every time I make one little mistake!" Burn gritted his teeth, his mind just couldn't calm down to a hothead like him.

"Burn, sometimes you've got to learn whose right and who is wrong…" the blue-haired teen glared, making Burn even more furious.

"ASSHOLE!" like a bull gone at loose, Burn charged towards Gazel, some of their teammates gasped, covered their eyes, covered their ears. Heat and Nepper tried to get hold of Burn, but he struggled, Gazel stood there, as if nothing was gonna happen.

"LET GO OF ME! I've gotta teach that ice bitch a lesson!" his elbow hit Neppers chin, leaving all the struggling to Heat. Nagumo pushed the white haired boy aside, making Heat stumble on the grass…hard.

"Bu-Burn-sama…stop!" Heat tried to get up, but it was too late. Burn grabbed the ice boys' collar and pushed him on the ground,

"You see this fist? Huh? You see it? IT'S GOING STRAIGHT TO YOUR BITCHY FACE!" Burn punched straight to his eye when Gazel used his knee, pushed it upwards his gut, Burns' stomach contracted, he held it with his left arm as he tried to ignore the pain,

"Shit…" he got up with his right eye twitching and his teeth gnashing. Burn carried a fist and shot it towards Gazel, but the blue-haired boy was able to dodge away from it, Burn didn't give up. He kicked towards Gazel hitting his hip, making him hit his head first on the floor.

"Burn-sama… Gazel-sama… Yamete!" Rean tried to stop them through words. But it didn't change anything. Burn was breathing heavily, and was ready to say another offensive word to Gazel,

"I love you!"

…

What the fuck did he just say?

"Burn…?" Gazel raised both eyebrows, making his forehead wrinkle up. Burn wide-eyed, he had no idea how he said that, he slapped his mouth shut.

"I—I didn't mean what I said!" he took a step back. All the people on the field all had their jaws agape, Burn was gay? The fierce and ferocious Burn…actually was interested in boys? Gazel dusted himself and got up, but didn't remove the gaze of 'what the fuck did you just tell me?' from Burn.

The redhead's cheeks turned rosy, it was visible and a very obvious blush. He looked around him, all his teammates and Gazel's were staring at him to death. Burn glowered a confused look at Gazel and ran away,

"THIS NEVER HAPPENED!" a cloud of dust followed him as he ran fast back to his dorm.

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"Burn… are you…uhm. Okay?" Gazel softly whispered on his rivals door. There wasn't a single blunt reply from Burn, he decided to open the door.

"Burn?" he took a sharp look around, he found Burn sleeping. Gazel sweat dropped, after such embarrassing event that happened moments ago, Burn would just sleep?

The blue haired teen blushed, when on his mind recalled what the redhead told him a while ago.

Did he really mean it?

He wondered. He liked Burn too, but wasn't so obsessed with him, he fell in love with him ever since—

Flashback…

(Gazel's P.O.V when he was younger)

I'm alone…

My mama's dead…

My papa left me…

I'm right here,

In an orphanage…

I was abandoned…

Why couldn't I save my mother…?

When from all times she saved me whenever I cried,

She would sing me a lullaby,

Then I would be fast asleep…

She would protect me when my father would charge at me.

And she would get bruised,

But in the end…she would smile and tell me:

"It doesn't matter…at least my Fuusuke-kun is okay."

She would force herself to smile,

To smile with her chopped and bloody lips…

"YOU IDIOT! Don't pass it there!" when I felt something hit my head, I drifted out of my lonely dream. I stumbled on the ground, I moaned with pain. I rubbed my eyes and the light started to fill my eyes.

"Oh sorry! Are you alright?" a redhead bowed down at me and reached out a helping hand. His eyes had hypnotized me, it was gold. It glittered along with a shaft of light. I got up, not taking his hand.

"Eh…sorry about that. It was Atsuishi who kicked the soccer ball here." He scratched his head. I felt my eyes water for a sudden, why was I crying?

"H-hey! Wai-wait! Are you cryin'?" he grew apprehensive, I placed an arm over my eyes. Wiping some tears away,

"Did it hurt!" he asked, but I did not reply. He touched my arm covering my eyes, that's when I felt he touched the bruise I got from my father before my mother died. My eyes widened in shock, a flashback occurred to me, and I accidentally slapped his arm off.

"Ow! Whoa, whoa! Okay! Okay! Sorry…!" he was taken aback, I stared at him,

"Uhm, m-my names Haruya—Nagumo, Haruya… what's yours?" he smiled, his smile seemed to look wide at one end.

"Fuusuke…Suzuno, Fuusuke." I averted my head and fixed my eyes on a clover. Silence took over the gap between our two bodies. But I felt Haruya's feet step towards me. I looked at him, he was holding a soccer ball in his hands, he grinned and handed it over to me.

"Do you play soccer?...Fuusuke-kun." He said my name. For the first time, nobody called me my first name before—except my papa and mama.

I bobbed my head twice. Abruptly, he took my arm, and with a smirk,

"Come, Let's play!" but I grabbed my arm back and shook my head.

"Hey…what's the prob?" he innocently asked. Should I tell him my miserable past? It would be relieving to, but—I think I shouldn't.

"Nothing…" I frowned slightly. He crouched down and if I wasn't mistaken…I saw him blush a tint of red.

"If I have a problem—" hearing the word problem I yelled at him:

"I've got no problem!" it startled him, but he however, still continued.

"Wait lemme finish wha—" I shook my head from side to side, as if getting rid of an obsessed girls' wrapped arms around me.

"SHUT UP!" I pushed him, but he was able to resist my force.

"Fuusuke! Wai—" he took my two hands, but he placed an iron grip around them. I struggled, I didn't want to remember about things that have some things to do with the word 'problem'.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut—up!" I kicked his gut. His eye twitched, and let go of his grip. Thinking he would let me go now but I was wrong. He slapped my mouth shut, preventing me to say or scream a word.

"When I have a problem, I try forget it by playing soccer, or sleeping. But don't worry, not all problems last long—they would end one day, and everything will be okay than what it was before!" he spoke fast but understandably.

I stopped scuffling with him. I listened to what he said, is it actually true? Plausible? Problems would go away once in a while? I wanted that to happen. His hands slipped down, I was able to breathe again.

He gazed at me, waiting for me to say something, I smiled. I wanted my problems to go away for once—or even forever.

"Let's play soccer…" I smiled with sympathetic eyes. He gave a smirk and said:

"Let's be friends…" his smirk transformed into a grin. To admit, Haruya was gorgeous. I'm sure he'd be handsomer ( I know it's kinda wrong grammar…but it's for the kiddie Suzuno type) when his all grown up.

End of Flashback…

And before I knew it, we became good friends when I was 6 then best friends when we were 8 and rivals when the Aleia Project started.

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Denzel: this is awful! .

Keromi: why Denzel-san?

Denzel: I think and I'm pretty sure it's gonna be…rated M.

Gazel: *faints*

Burn:*gulp*

Denzel: I don't own Inazuma eleven guys…sorry for my errors if there were some!

Keromi: Denzel-san! Help! Gazel's not breathing! *fans Gazel*

Denzel: Oh well… *shrugs*

Keromi: *while fanning Gazel* So minna! Don't read when can't handle some events!