Fated Mistake

Hi everybody! I'm new on fanfiction and this is my first story. This is a fanfic of the anime Inazuma Eleven. Since my favourite character is Sakuma Jirou, I decided to write a fanfiction about him and it really doesn't follow the show. Please enjoy!

Chapter 1

Sakuma Jirou

It was another day, in another town, in another school. I wasn't exactly sure what town I was in, but I knew exactly what the fortress I was standing in was. Otou-san had dropped me off right before the school and hadn't even bothered saying goodbye.

Of course he wouldn't. He never did and never will. Now, it was all the way back to square one again. I had to meet new people, familiarise with the grounds and get used to their curriculum. It wasn't hard, since I've been doing this for years but sometimes, I wished I could settle down and stop transferring.

My class was at the end of the hallway, class 1B. Taking a deep breath, I walked up to the door. The teacher so happened to look my way. He then turned to face the class and said the words that were all too familiar to me, "Class, today we have a new student joining us. His name is Sakuma Jirou."

I took my first step into the class, swallowing uncomfortably as I felt the gazes of all the student rest on me. There were immediate whispers about the eye-patch I wore. Slowly I turned to face the class. I kept a somewhat blank expression on my face as the teacher told me to sit at the back beside someone whose name I couldn't really catch.

I took my seat beside a boy who had brown hair groomed into spikes and swept to the right, calm blue eyes and two orange tattoos which ran from his eyes to the top of his neck. Avoiding his gaze, I set my satchel onto the ground.

"We shall continue our lesson," the teacher continued.

It seemed like no books were needed, since the other students' tables were all empty except for their pencil cases. The teacher kept droning on and on about things I could only half comprehend.

"Hi," a casual voice jerked me out of my daze. "I'm Genda Koujirou. You're Sakuma Jirou, right?"

Genda Koujirou? I've certainly heard a lot about him. Many people said he was the king of keepers, having the ability to block any shoot from any angle.

"Y-yea…"I mumbled. "Nice to meet you."

"So…you transferred from?"

"I don't think you know the school."

Truthfully, I had forgotten the name of the school. But I wasn't about to admit that.

Our conversation ended there and we sat in awkward silence until lunch. I strolled around the cafeteria without any main purpose and was the first to be back in class.

Throughout the rest of the day, I kept my eyes fixed on the board or my own table and only spoke to Genda when needed, for example, he asked what the answer for the first question of our class assignment was.

When class had ended, a few students zoomed out of the classroom with glee, while others took their time to pack. Once I had finished stuffing my things into my satchel, I left without replying Genda's 'goodbye'.

I was walking alone out of the school, as students hurried home. I spotted Genda further ahead walking with some other students. As I looked around, I spotted a boy, standing in one corner alone. He had a tuft (okay not really a tuft but something like that) of hair on his head, showing off a red tattoo. There was a soccer ball under his right foot and his gaze looked somewhat evil (to me).

Then, he kicked the ball. The ball sliced through the air, miraculously not hitting any student. But I realised, with dawning horror, that the ball was aimed at a group of students. And in that group, was Genda.

Without thinking twice, I ran forward and swung my right leg up to meet the ball in mid-air. Fortunately, that was enough to send the ball back to the boy. I could hear gasps all around me.

Slowly, I turned. Genda's surprised gaze caught mine and I looked away hurriedly, before half running, half walking the rest of the way home.

That's the end. I hope you enjoyed. R&R. Thank you ;)