DISCLAMER: if I was a genius I would've made Inazuma Eleven/Go. But nope, I'm just a regular person. Enjoy this noob fanfic made by Zilenor's "omake".

KYOTEN CRAPTER 1 : Abduction

It was another quiet night as Arion walked back home. He just finished a long day's worth of practice, so he was eager to get back home and have some rest, maybe watch a little TV and play with Spotter.

Shouting was heard in the distance, alerting the midfielder. He suddenly remembered that there were recent happenings on the news about student abductions being done by what the police thought to be a gang of juvenile delinquents. Fear made him shake a little, and he walked a bit faster while looking for a possible shortcut.

Another scream. It was nearer, its presence foreboding. He looks left, then right, and the corner of his eye catches a small alley shrouded in the darkness. Hurriedly he scampers into the shadows, footsteps crunching on the rough gravel that seemed unused by anyone at all. He knew he was almost at Miss Sylvia's place, almost away from the eeriness of the night.

Just then an ear-splitting howl rips through the cicada's song, making him stop dead in his tracks. His ears pick up the sound of scuffling rebounding off the concrete, his vision grabbing a glimpse of a formless figure dancing on the wall, and before he knows it he breaks into a run as fast as his quick legs could carry him.

He was swift, but they were swifter. A hard blow to the back and he's sent on his knees, skin scraped on the unevenness of the ground. A cry cuts through his lips, immediately silenced by the blade resting on his throat.

Bones almost shatter, body starting to ache from the impact of being shoved on the wall. The fear only worsens, gripping his limbs like gnarled vines penetrating his flesh and rendering movement useless as his eyes lock onto the pools of a color brighter than the sky.

And the snarl on the other's face almost swallows his mind whole, terror clouding his mind when the pointed canines fit together like puzzle pieces.

The smile grows wider, and he starts to laugh, knife pressing deeper into Arion's clammy neck. No sound escapes the soccer player, breaths ragged and unstable under the pressure of cold metal.

"What's dinner doing here late at night?" The deep voice drawls, tongue flitting out to lick hungry lips.

The victim doesn't answer, silently praying that the police might pass by. At the lack of a response the assailant merely laughs, warm breath tickling the sensitive junction where his neck and shoulder met, exposed by the v-neck of his quite huge shirt.

"Well it's a shame to pass up on a meal—" he moves in a little closer, lowering the weapon and nudging the boy's head higher to gain better access to the spot where the pulse was erratic, "—especially when my catch is something I enjoy in particular," he says with a ravenous look as he opens his mouth wide to take a bite.

But the brunette doesn't feel the teeth sink in, because in one fluid motion his predator is pushed aside. Anger welled up in cyan eyes, searching for the source of interruption, but it snuck up behind and positioned a fatal dagger on his own neck.

"Do that again and you won't live to see the light of day."

Commanding and harsh was the only way for the still paralyzed fourteen year old to describe his savior's tone. He squints into pitch black with heavy vision, but he could only see blurred figures in front of him.

"Tsk, fine, have it your way."

At those words the knife is pulled away, freeing the other. In fear he could only watch, the adrenaline slowly fading as his ex-captor vanished. He broke out of his trance and he wanted to run, but the energy was easily dissipating and his knees felt weak, his body buckling under him.

The last thing he saw as his eyelids began to shut was the third party coming closer, bending in front of him and staring into the gray abyss with eyes a shade of gold he'd never forget.

A/N: sooooo, how was it? hehehhheeh i'm such a loser wahah