Hi guys! I'm finally posting again! I have been working on this fic for a while now so I decided to finally start posting stuff. Here's the gist of things: I have quite a few chapters of this done already but it is unfinished. I will probably upload chapters for this on a biweekly to weekly basis, depending on things. This is mainly because it is unfinished and finals are coming up so I don't know when I'll have time to work on it.

Now on to the good stuff. This story is based off of American McGee's Alice. It follows it very closely for the most part but I will be straying and adding my own storyline to this. You don't have to know the game to understand this but it is a fantastic game so I would highly recommend playing it. There is a sequel to the game but if you play that you will have spoilers for this story's sequel. Of course you can still play it though if you wish. Spoilers are up to you.

And PLEASE! If you like it or have suggestions, I BEG you to review. I know you can always favorite stories and stuff if you like them but I really do love hearing what you guys think, what you like and don't like, what you want to see, etc. This has a very strong guideline but I am always open to suggestions and I love your feedback.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inazuma Eleven or American McGee's Alice or any of its characters. I make no money off of this.

Enjoy!

*~8~8~8~8~8~*

It was hot. The heat was coming at him from all sides. Someone was yelling his name and there was a loud pounding noise. He heard something break and then he was being pulled out from under his bed and into his mother's arms. She scrambled to her feet and ran from the room, his father close behind her.

Fire. There was fire everywhere. They ran down the stairs and headed down the hallway. His mother shrieked when something in the next room exploded, probably the stove. The explosion brought the floor above them crashing down on top of his father.

"Daddy!" his mother stopped when he called out and whirled back to her husband. The flooring had completely covered his lower body and had trapped one of his arms. His mother carefully made her way over to him and tried to pull at a beam with one arm. His father quickly waved them away. "Go! You need to get out. I'll be fine." his mother sobbed slightly and shook her head. "I can't just leave!" she screamed. His father caught her hand when she reached for another piece of wood. "Alice…please…"

She sobbed again but this time turned and began to run again. They found the front door blocked by more fallen wood and ran to the living room window. She managed to smash it open after some effort and tucked him in close to her as she began to climb out.

The next explosion was deafening. He heard his mother scream as the force of it flung them from the house and onto the snow covered lawn in the back of the house. His mother's body was curled protectively over his own as debris and bits of the furnace flew over their heads. Suddenly his mother gasped and jerked sharply.

"Momma?" He tried to squirm out of her grip to see what was wrong but she held him tightly and shushed him. However there was a gap just beneath her arm and he could see the sharp metal shard protruding from his mother's back. He tried to say something but she only shushed him again. His mother's hand gently and ran through his hair as she smiled down at him.

"Don't worry." She said quietly. "I love you."

*~8~8~8~8~8~*

Jade eyes opened to stare at the cloudless sky. His mind always wandered back to that night when he was left to his own devices and he was left to them often. He didn't need as much attending to as the other patients. It was boring sometimes. There wasn't much to do in the asylum to pass the time. He wasn't supposed to sleep (they said it would mess up his routine if he took naps) and it was hard to watch anything entertaining when he had to accommodate the more fragile patients. He had read all the interesting books in the asylum's library and he couldn't draw for shit and found it didn't do much to hold his attention anyways.

"Hiroto."

The redhead lifted his head slightly and turned it to the nurse as she stepped into the garden and walked over to his bench. She placed her hands on her knees and leaned over him. "It's time to come in, dear. Lunch is almost ready. And what have I told you about not wearing your shoes outside?" she raised an eyebrow, eyeing the boy's bare feet. The redhead watched them too for a moment. "Sorry, ma'am." She sighed and smiled gently. "It's alright. Come inside now." She ushered him back into the large stone building and shut the door with a soft click behind her. The lounge was a basic rectangular room, with white walls and a pale green tiled floor. There were a few pristine white couches where other patients sat watching television. They spent most of their days there, watching what was, to some, their only access to the outside world.

The nurse prodded him in the back, ushering him towards the stairs. "Go wash up and change out of your pajamas. By then it'll be time for lunch." He nodded and headed up the stairs at a brisk pace, weaving through the other patients as they wandered the halls. He ran to the end of the hall and opened the door to his room. Once inside he made quick work of tossing his pajamas into the hamper and tugged on a pair of jeans and a white long sleeved shirt. The redhead washed his hands and face in the small bathroom adjoined to his room then walked out and cast a look to the clock on his bed side table. 'Still got ten minutes.'

He sighed and flopped backwards onto his bed and stared at the whirling ceiling fan. His room was basic and boring like the rest of the rooms in the asylum. The bed was placed between the door and the only window in the room, the bathroom door across from the end of it and the closet in the corner between the door and the bathroom. He also had a dresser on the other side of the bathroom door. He'd tried to make it more interesting by hanging up the many band and movie posters Nurse D (the nurse from before) had gotten him over the years but the white walls and light gray bed sheets just refused to allow the room to look interesting.

The sharp chime of the clock ticking to noon caught his attention and he swung up into a sitting position. He grabbed a pale blue t-shirt and some socks from his dresser and tugged the t-shirt on over his other shirt and the socks onto his feet. After a moment of searching, he dragged his sneakers out from under his bed and pulled them on too and headed back down stairs.

He greeted a couple of the more elderly patients on his way down and jumped over the last few steps, stretching when he reached the floor. Hiroto knew everyone in the asylum, faculty and patients alike. He had been there since he was six years old after all. Having celebrated his 14th birthday not two months ago, he was one of the longest running admissions the asylum had seen in a longtime. Hiroto sometimes questioned his stay in the mental hospital. He didn't feel insane. He didn't have delusions or throw fits or rationalize things in a weird way. But maybe that was all because he stayed on his meds. He barely remembered a time where he didn't take them. It was the same every day. "We have a problem." The sudden statement caught the redhead's attention and he stopped walking to lean back towards the door of the office. It had been left a crack open and he could see a few doctors and nurses (Nurse D included) clustered together as they talked.

"It would appear the truck was delayed. And we just used our last reserves." One of the nurses said softly. A doctor nodded and made a motion with his hand. "We'll just have to skip it tonight then. We'll have lunch and then send everyone straight to their rooms for the rest of the day. We'll have the refill by tomorrow and it'll be fine." There seemed to be a general agreement on this plan and they faculty dispersed, going about their usual business. Hiroto pulled away from the door and raised an eyebrow. What had they been talking about? Shrugging, he headed back into the lounge and claimed one of the empty sofas. Moments later, the nurses wheeled in their carts and began passing out the Styrofoam containers. The moment Hiroto opened his he realized what they had been talking about.

*~8~8~8~8~8~*

Hiroto paced around his room worriedly. He couldn't help it. He'd never been without his medication before. What if he saw horrible hallucinations or went on some psychotic rage through the asylum? He stopped that train of thought there and took a deep breath. 'No, I'll be fine. If I was going to do something dangerous they would have locked me up better.' He sat down on his bed and dropped down onto his back. He rolled onto his side and checked the clock. It was only four in the afternoon. He'd been milling around his room for four hours straight and his boredom was reaching critical levels. And boredom often made him sleepy…