A/N: So, this is my first OC story on FFN, and I hope you all won't criticize my first OC fic, you see, making an OC is something very different from making fan stories about two couples, or at least, something with a plot and characters in it. Putting OC's in Inazuma Eleven makes some characters that exist in IE turn a bit too OOC, I hope I don't try make that mistake here. :) I'll try make Burn and Gazel still meant to be…I don't own Inazuma Eleven, only my OC and the plot. Enjoy…or not ( - this is starting to look like my catch up phrase in every story)
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"Hitomiko nee-san! Hitomiko nee-san!" a snowy-haired boy called out the teenager's name,
"What is it Fuusuke-chan? What's the matter?" Hitomiko asked, seeing the teal-eyed boy stumbled on the grass and with a small wound on his arm, "Fuusuke-chan, what happened to your arm dear? Don't you know how much Father gets anxious over such small wounds or bruises…?" Hitomiko touched the five year old boy's arm and took out a bandage from her pocket, the black-haired teen bent down to the child and peeled the off the cover of the bandage and placed it gently on the little boy's arm,
"Hitomiko nee-san, what does 'angshoes' mean…?" the teal-eyed boy curiously looked at the teen,
"It's anxious dear; it means to worry or to be concerned about something…" Hitomiko weakly smiled at the boy, "And, something else, how did you get this wound?" Hitomiko narrowed her brows a bit.
"It's Haruya-kun's fault…! He fooled me, he told me if I run really, really fast, he promised to give me an ice popsicle, but I failed and I fell over and he just laughed at me, and I got this boo-boo because of that stupid tulip-head…" Fuusuke complained, when Hitomiko heard the little boy say 'stupid' she flinched a bit,
"Fuusuke-chan, where did you learn that word…?" Hitomiko held the boy's shoulders,
"What? Tulip-head? Me and Atsuishi-chan made it up…!" Fuusuke grinned,
"No… the word 'stupid'? That isn't good to say Fuusuke, there's this saying the more you say bad words, the more you get bad luck… do you want the gods to shower you with bad luck?" Hitomiko didn't really know if that particular saying was really true, but all she was objected to do was to raise the children in the Sun Garden to be good in values, attitude and most of all, to teach them honor and respect and saying bad words crosses that line.
"I'm sorry Hitomiko nee-san, it's because Haruya-kun told me that word. I asked him what it means and he told me to say that word when someone is mean to you." The teal-eyed boy said, stupid is something you say to someone whose mean to you? That was unequivocally wrong. So in short, the little Fuusuke-chan didn't know the real meaning behind it, Hitomiko just smiled and told the toddler:
"Fuusuke, you don't know what 'stupid' really means and using words that you aren't sure of their connotations or meanings, is something… quite ironic." Hitomiko finished, standing up from her crouch, Fuusuke held the teenagers hand and they both walked back to the orphanage,
"Hitomiko nee-san," the snow-haired toddler called, "What's ironic?" Fuusuke, as young as he was, loved literature, books and words, so every time he would hear a unfamiliar word, the little boy would do two things: Ask what it means or push a chair near their cabinet full of books and get a thick and heavy dictionary (isn't that just plain adorable for a child?).
"Let's look at it like this… it's the very day you're about to get married, and unfortunately rains hard." Hitomiko weakly smiled, Fuusuke placed his index finger on his chin and started thinking,
"That's very sad!" Fuusuke moaned, "And it's unfair too!" he added. The black-haired teen though of more ideas,
"A lifeguard who doesn't know how to swim," Hitomiko said, "A girl who wishes to be a marine biologist but can't swim," Fuusuke took long to understand the sentences dropped out, and once he did get those words scanned through his head clearly, the teal-eyed boy giggled. "Now, your turn, Fuusuke-chan." The teen smiled sympathetically at him. The snow-haired child thought of ironic things in his head, and luckily came up with one,
"Uhm, if some human experts think that the world ends in 2012, how could they tell when they can't even predict the weather accurately?" Fuusuke beamed at Hitomiko,
"Hey, that's really good Fuusuke-chan!" Hitomiko never thought a five year old child would say something so brilliant, "Fuusuke dear, I know you will be a really smart kid someday…" Hitomiko ruffled the younger boy's hair, but the child just nodded and smiled back.
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The little Fuusuke-chan and Hitomiko arrived at the Sun Gardens dining room, every orphan was there and they all chattered, played rock, paper scissors and other kiddie games. Hitomiko carried the little Fuusuke on his seat (because most of them were too small (but of course for little children like them) to reach their seats). The teal eyes met the gold ones, and they both stared at each other for a while, the longer little Haruya stared into those dazzling eyes, the more he felt guilty for tricking the younger boy.
"Haruya-chan," Hitomiko folded her arms, signalling the red-haired boy to apologize,
"Don't call me Haruya-chan! HaruHaru or any stupid stuff like that! Just Nagumo…" he huffed stubbornly. To tell you his background story, let's just say his father was always drunk and pissed every night he came home from work and always argued with poor Haruya's mother (and that's where he learned these nasty words). In short, the little confused boy didn't really have a good experience before he came to the orphanage,
"I just want you to apologize to Fuusuke-chan…" Hitomiko pat the snow hair of Fuusuke,
"Well it's his stupid fault to actually follow what I said!" He averted his head to the side, knowing that was an unreasonable response. The orphans stared at the two. But the short silence broke when Fuusuke spoke; it startled the redhead to actually hear this from the snow-haired boy.
"Haruya-chan, I forgive you already, it's no big deal. Hitomiko nee-san, it's my fault! Please don't blame Haruya-chan!" all the orphans stared at him like crazy, but it was nice for him to actually protect Haruya and tell their bigger sister that he was innocent,
"Fuusuke-chan, I believe what you said is wrong, Haruya was the reason why you got a wound right at your arm…" Hitomiko tried to prove the point that it was the redhead's fault. But the innocent Fuusuke responded:
"It's a children's right to play right? So me and Haruya-chan were just playing, so it's not his fault." Fuusuke smiled at Haruya, "Ne, Haruya-chan?" the snow-haired boy grinned, Nagumo was so surprised to hear this from Fuusuke, from all his blackmailing and the tricks he played on the younger boy just to make a fool out of him, in return, he would actually defend him?
Nagumo stared at the teal-eyed teen who was grinning at him, before looking at Hitomiko, the question asked by the little Fuusuke wasn't answered by the red-haired boy.
"Well," Hitomiko sighed, "I guess you're right that you two were just playing, but if Haruya does it all over again, and worse, if on purpose, I would have to report his bad attitude to Father." Hitomiko finished.
'Is it me? Or Fuusuke is acting really nice to me?' Haruya thought, he grew very confused, why would Fuusuke defend him when in which reality knows that it really was his fault?
Since it was a cold in Inazuma Town every time it reached dusk, it would get pretty cold. So Hitomiko served the children hot cocoa, she didn't want the little children to get colds and fevers all at the same time, but the only one who she didn't serve hot cocoa to was Fuusuke, because of his ability to resist the cold. Hitomiko and Father thought it was some abnormality, because even on winter, the snow-haired boy would even eat ice cream. But they didn't worry about it, because there was also another kid from the orphanage who was the exact opposite of his resistance to cold. The resistance to extreme heat was the gift of stubborn Haruya-chan, and also when its summer, he would drink hot, hot coffee, soup and loved spicy foods more than anything.
Everyone was enjoying their hot cocoa and Fuusuke on the other hand was drinking an ice-cold smoothie.
"Hitomiko-san, this hot cocoa of mine isn't that hot!" Haruya whined,
"What do you mean it isn't hot enough? Atsuishi-chan nearly burnt his tongue…!" Hitomiko frowned at the red-haired boy, "Nagumo, sometimes we have to learn how to appreciate our gifts and blessings given by the gods… you never know, one day you'll lose them and you'll miss that event dearly." Hitomiko lectured the obstinate boy a bit,
"Yes nee-san…" he grumbled, he always recieved sermons like that and got really used to hearing it eversince. The redhead's eyes went back to his cup; he looked closely at it, seeing a reflection and found a little girl sitting in between the stairs bars. Haruya twitched; he remembered one of the Japanese ghost stories that said things about seeing children put their legs and heads in between the bars and their two hands holding the sides of the stair railings. The red-haired boy slowly turned his head to the stairs 'She's gone…' it made his heart race, what if that…thing he just saw suddenly appears beside his bed? Or sees two pale feet on the floor and a child's body behind the curtain? His thoughts turned more and more paranormal. He turned back to his drink and finished it, trying to forget about what he saw…
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When dinner was done, all the orphans had 1 more hour to play before going to sleep. Haruya, a curious child he was, wanted to investigate about the girl he saw a while ago, so he went up the stairs with nearly trembling feet, but he really wanted to know, so no one could stop him from doing what he wants. He arrived at the second floor of the orphanage, and while walking along the hallway he thought 'Maybe she was part of this orphanage long, long ago…and is about to haunt this place!' not paying attention to where he was walking, he accidentally bumped into Fuusuke,
"Ouch…" Nagumo rubbed his head, but the memories of what Fuusuke told him moments ago struck his head so abruptly.
"Ah, sorry! Sorry! I'm sorry Haruya-chan!" Fuusuke stood up to help the redhead that stumbled on the ground. Before Fuusuke could lend out a helping hand, Nagumo got up on his own, scowling before grumbling,
"Why the hell do you keep saying 'sorry'? Sorry, sorry and sorry all over again? And I don't need your help! I can carry myself…!" the redhead let out a hmph'. "You always apologize about something even if you know that I'm the one who did it! What is wrong with you?" Haruya glared at the younger boy before turning his head down, and his face slowly going sad. "And back at the dining table, you were like…I can't explain," Haruya scratched his head, "it was my fault, and yet…you lied so that nee-san would, you know…" The red-haired boy had a loss of words,
"I wasn't lying…" Fuusuke narrowed bot his brows. Haruya flinched for a moment, "What I said was all true right? Children have rights that's why—" before Fuusuke could finish his words off, the red-haired boy embraced him to a hug.
"I'm sorry Fuusuke for acting rude… I just, can't get a hold of my temper sometimes…" Haruya let go of him, feeling a blush cover his cheeks lightly.
"W-What was that?" Fuusuke held on to the hem of his shirt. Trying to prevent eye-contact, he never saw nor felt Haruya hug people.
"My apology and thanks…" Haruya smirked. It simply made Fuusuke giggle, Haruya noticed a figure on the darker side of the hallway (also called their dead end at the second floor), but Haruya shut his eyes tight and just ignored it, it was night. He didn't want any creepy things in his bedroom or anywhere else.
"Haruya-chan, is something wrong?" Fuusuke asked, concerned.
"N-Nothing." He turned his head away, when he looked back at the figure, it wasn't there anymore… was this thing playing with his head or something? Whatever (or whoever) it was, he didn't like it sneaking on him or Fuusuke.
"Haruya-chan! Fuusuke-chan! Time to go to sleep! Minna~" the familiar voice of Hitomiko called,
"C'mon, let's go." Haruya and Fuusuke both went to their bedrooms.
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Before Haruya went to sleep, he prayed to the gods that that figure he saw a moments ago didn't have any bad intentions to do with him. He made sure his sides were covered with nothing but pillows and he pulled his legs up, not wanting to feel any hands touching or tickling his feet, he took his flame patterned blanket and hovered it over his body. Secure and secured from ghosts. He thought, and took his good night sleep.
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Don't own IE, and review if you want to, it may have boring beginning at first but I'll try making it more interesting the next time I update. Guess who's the girl who wants to be a marine biologist but can't swim? It's me :D Could anyone guess what or who the girl was? Ahaha, I hinted you all…now it's all up to all of you who read this story. :) Sorry for my errors if there were any. Thank you for reading this by the way…no flames!~