UPDATE JULY 2015: So I decided to expand on this story, so that is what I did. NOTE: It gets grim...


This is simply something I came up with while I listened to the song Time by Hans Zimmer and I looked at the cover picture and this little thing was born.

Warning:This maybe a bit (to me a lot) depressing to some readers. So you have been warned.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inazuma Eleven, Inazuma Eleven Go, Inazuma Eleven Go Chrono Stone and Inazuma Eleven Go Galaxy. This is a pure fanfiction of my imagination.

This story is just one of the many stories that could have happened to this poor boys...


"Where the hell were you this time!?" A man shouted.

"Out with my friends!" A woman shouted in replay.

"Yeah, what friends woman?" The man shouted again.

"With Yukino and the rest!"

"Really because Yukino came here earlier asking for you!"

"Fine! I was working to earn some stupid money you fucking shit of a bastard!"

"You fucking whore!" The man screamed at the woman as he hit her.

Next door on the wall there was painting of a house drawn, a bracket liked shape drawn on the floor to represent the garden. Some old food and a few cans were laying there and small brown blanket was being hugged so tightly by a small trebling boy.

"Give me the fucking money you fucking whore!" The man screamed again.

"No you're just going to buy more alcohol, like always!" The woman shouted, covering herself with her hands for some defense.

"Give it now!" The man smacked the woman again.

"No leave me alone, you shitless drunk!" The woman now on the floor.

"I said give me the money whore!" The man was now on top of the woman beating her senseless, the woman tried to resist, but the man was to strong.

"No don't! Don't!" The woman shouted as the man started to rip her clothes off.

Next door the boy took his blanket and cover himself up and lay his messy white haired head on the floor, holding his little blanket tightly, his teal colored eyes crying silent tears, as the woman screamed and shouted.

His only wish for a better home…


The boy was laying on the floor. Hurt. Beaten. Motionless. Blood was spewing from his mouth and tears were flowing from his shocked eyes.

The man next door was lifting yet another bottle. Mumbling and hating on the world. Hating on his wife. Hating on his son. Another bottle meets his hand.

"Where are you, you piece of shit?" The drunkenness was clear in his voice.

The boy flinches, he knows what's coming. He tries to get away, but he's already broken body fails.

The man catches up. A sadistic smile grows on his face, as he approaches the boy. The boy tries to crawl away, with no success.

"Come here! Make me proud!" The man grabs the boy by his neck. The boy begins to scream and shriek, but to no avail.

The man becomes more excited. He started to squeeze the boys little neck. He muffles him with a dirty sock. Abuse came easily to him.

When the man becomes bored of the boy, he tosses him across the room, into a wall. And leaves to get another bottle.

That night it happened.

The woman came home earlier. Her husband nowhere to be seen. Her eyes were that of monster beginning to break. She gave no notice to the boy lying on the floor. She goes to the kitchen and takes a knife.

The boy begins to move slowly away. He heads towards a box, next to his blanket. He hides. Clutching his blanket tightly.

The man arrives. Drunken he does not close the door. Drunken he does not notice his wife. As he gets passed the kitchen, the woman strikes. But the man is strong and faces her. He grabs her neck and toppes her down. The woman panics. More and more and more the woman strikes. He squeezes her neck. The woman becomes weaker, her eyesight dimmer. The man coughs up blood. The woman drops the knife and passes out. The man gives it another good squeeze. And the woman dies. The man, bloody from the strikes, gets up and fails. He coughs up more blood and falls to the floor. The man curses as he dies.

In the next room, under the box, the boy lay hidden. Scared. Beaten. Bloody. He does not move. He does not make a sound. He simply drifts away into sleep, holding his trusting blanked.

The next day, a passerby sees the door opened. He looks inside only to frighten. The police came soon after and found the boy, hiding under his box.


I hope you enjoyed liked this little short story, next will sometime soon, if you have any thoughts on this please, tell me I would love to know, also your ideas are also welcomed, and maybe just maybe I will post another chapter for our dear poor Suzuno, his maybe a little different story...

I honestly don't know what came over me to have wrote something like this... the idea just came with the picture in the combination with the song.

Please have a nice day and enjoy what you have,

goodbye or goodnight and Nitia is out!