Author's note: GAH! It's my first time writing anything on this website! :'D I've kinda been planning to write something here for a while now and I really hope this story is actually... acceptable? ^^' Umm... So uh.. yea... Enjoy!
I do not own Inazuma eleven or any of the characters found in this story!
I look around me, glancing at the huge crowd with colorful pieces of confetti flying around my face. I look aside me to see a certain soccer loving friend of mine holding a silver trophy we had just received for winning the Holy Road Championship and wearing a smile brighter than ever before. ''I'm sure soccer is happy too.'' he says to his short legged best friend Nishizono. ''That again?'' Kurama complains, crossing his arms. ''But it's gotta be happy!'' Tenma says again but the other just keeps disagreeing. Finally he turns to me. ''It's happy! Right Tsurugi?'' he asks me with a huge grin, expecting me to agree. I quickly glance away shoving my hands deeper into my pockets. ''Don't ask me...'' I protest, not knowing what better to say. I don't understand how anyone could ever deny this innocent kid with the kindest heart and most superior smile. I feel a slight blush forming on my cheeks and feel relived when the teams backup goalkeeper Sangoku interrupts, drawing everyone's attention. ''Then let's toss out captain up into the air!'' he says happily and before Tenma could protest he is already being risen up by the entire team. Seeing Tenma's face light up once again, laughing away while trying not to drop the trophy, I couldn't help but feel a smile forming on my own face as well as I stand under him, helping the team throw him up and then catch him again multiple times.
So tired. I feel so tired and way too comfortable to move even a muscle, but the rays of sunlight that are shining in my face, piercing through my closed eyelids, are forcefully informing me that it is morning and that I have to wake up. I inhale a deep breath of oxygen before slowly opening my eyes just a bit. Damn I'm tired. I think to myself. I have never been much of a morning person.
My view starts off blurry and I shift under the soft blanket, rubbing my eyes to focus my sight. Then it hits me. Where the hell am I? I'm in a small room in a medium-sized bed with blue sheets. Right next to me is quite a large window with blue curtains. To my left is a wooden desk and next to that a TV, a bookcase and finally a small wooden cabinet with a worn out soccer ball on top of it. Once I look closer I notice a scribble of a lightning bolt on it, looking like the Raimon school symbol.
About to climb out of the bed I realize I'm not wearing a shirt. Something feels strange, but before I could figure it out I feel something... no.. someone brush against my bare skin for just a second. I look to my right.
''Mhm... Kyousuke...''
My mouth drops wide and cold sweat forms on my forehead. Losing my balance I fall off the bed, hitting my head on the floor.
''T...T..Te..Tenma?!'' I stutter.
He quickly sits up straight when I fall, looking both confused and concerned. Where am I? Why am I laying next to Tenma? How did I get here? My mind is going wild with questions and complete confusion. The boy must notice my shock. He's looking at me right into my eyes, staring. Finally he lowers his head and frowns.
''You forgot again'' he says, more to himself than me.
1, 2... 5 seconds pass, but it feels allot longer. Finally he breaks the silence.
''Kyousuke... What is the last thing you remember?''
''Wha?''
''I know you're confused, but just think. What is the last event you remember happening?''
I don't understand. I'm in a foreign room half naked with Tenma asking me weird questions. Blushing slightly I quickly think about his question.
''What are you going on about? We won the Holy Road Championships about a week ago.'' I say to him, annoyed. Is this some kind of joke? ''Yesterday I visited my brother as usual. I think I accidentally fell asleep at the hospital, so how the heck did I get here?!'' I say, now slightly angry.
''Kyousuke... Please calm down. I'll explain everything.'' he says, looking worried.
He pats the space on the bed when I was laying before, telling me to sit. So I do. He seems to take a moment to calculate his words carefully before taking a deep breath, obviously feeling nervous. He hesitates before talking.
''Okay, I'll start from the beginning. A bit over a half a year ago an event occurred in which there was an accident. You... got hit by a car and... your brain was terribly damaged. All because of a stupid drunk driver who didn't see you crossing the road at complete daylight!'' he tells me, clutching to his blanket, mad.
I look at him with eyes wide, taking a moment to react.
''But... That's not possible, I mean... I would remem-''
''Exactly.'' he cuts me off. ''You don't remember. You see... After that accident you were in a coma for 3 days. When you finally woke up you acted as if everything was fine. Your head was pretty much okay and even though the doctors wanted to keep you in the hospital for a while longer, you insisted on leaving. A few days later you woke up in the morning, forgetting some very important events from the past few years. That day I immediately brought you back to the hospital and the doctors did what ever they could to return your memory, but they couldn't. The next morning when waking up you could remember everything just fine, including the last day. The doctors say they can't explain it and that nothing like this has happened before. Even more shocking, this now happens at completely random times. The gaps have alternated between a week to 2 whole months. Every time you wake up in the morning, forgetting all your memories to a certain moment in the past. You've never forgotten more than 6 years... Except for 1 time...'' he finishes.
I first notice how strangely Tenma is speaking. This kid has never used such fine language, his sentences always being simple and even juvenile.
Second, I don't know what to think. What to feel. My brain is just a bucket filled with scattered thoughts, flying around in a complete mess. My attention is immediately taken by Tenma's shadowed face. I was going to ask him about what exactly happened that ''1 time'', but decided against it.
''Tenma?'' Worried about his sudden unexplained sadness I slightly reach out my hand but suddenly his face brightens up again just from the sound on me saying his name.
''Hm?''
''Um.. Where am I exactly?'' I ask, not knowing what better to say.
''In my bedroom.''
''Wha?'' I don't even try to hide my shock or... embarrassment. I don't remember ever going to Tenma's room. He has invited me in once or twice, but I wouldn't go. I wouldn't dare to go. Even though I wanted to. Quickly shoving that thought out of my head I cough and glance away.
''So... How old am I right now?''
''20''
His answer shocks me even more than the last. To think I'm already a young adult and I still remember being a kid. But then I realize something.
''So that means you're...''
''18'' he tells me with a slight smile.
For the first time since waking up I actually look at him. Tenma was wearing a white T-shirt, which nicely emphasized his brown hair that still had the same shape as I remember, with those strange but adorable swirls. His face had developed a more oval shape, his features were sharper, his shoulders wider and his body... bigger. I feel yet another blush creeping onto my face and try to glance away, but I can't. He is staring at me with those big blue never changing eyes that are fixed on my face, not allowing me to look away. Oh god, those eyes. The perfect shade of blue, no different from the clearest sky. Incredible.
My trail of thoughts is interrupted by Tenma's worried voice.
''Kyousuke, you okay?'' he asks.
I realize that I probably look like an idiot, staying quiet for so long, just looking at him. Then I notice another detail I had ignored before.
''Why do you keep calling me by my first name?'' I ask.
''Huh?''
''Well... you used to call me Tsurugi right?''
And there it is. His face lights up and his cheeks flush into a slightly pinkish tone, quickly changing into a more redder shade by the second. He rubs the back of his head nervously, laughing, trying to ease the tension. I watch as his muscles tense and then soften over and over again at the movement of his arm. He looks away, trying to cough down his awkwardness until finally looking at me. He presents me a shy smile before finally replying.
''Because Kyousuke...''
He waits a beat.
''We're married.''
