Uh, so... new fandom? New fanfic? Not much to say really, apart from the fact I'm British and tend to say football rather than soccer most of the time... although I may be inconsistent here...
Well, enjoy!
I do not own Inazuma Eleven.
Endou
Endou strode out onto the football pitch with that stupid grin on his face. It was always on his face, no matter what. He liked practising on the pitch beside the river bank; it was a nice place to practise and it was full of memories.
"Let's play soccer!" he shouted.
There was no reply.
Endou scratched his head. He'd been expecting the rest of his teammates to come join him in practice. At least one person.
It was a day off school, and as far as he could remember, every day off was a day for practising. He sighed and tugged on his goalkeeper's gloves. Man, where was everyone? How was he supposed to practise his awesome hissatsu goalkeeping techniques if no-one was there to kick the ball to him?
With a shrug, Endou ran out to the centre of the pitch and began to dribble the ball aimlessly around. He might as well.
Suddenly, he stopped.
It was unusually quiet. Almost unnervingly so.
A shudder passed briefly through the fearless goalkeeper. He took a quick look around, but not a single soul was in sight.
Why, then, did he feel like he was being watched?