The Burning Mist

Summary: Kirino has secretly been suffering from his mixi-max with Jeanne. He hides it well, until Jeanne is captured and burned at the stake. Will Kirino survive his deadly fever and poor condition? Or will he burn to ashes? AU sick!Kirino hurt!Kirino death!Jeanne

Mega: Hello everyone! I'm Megamagical. I love writing and watching anime. Some of my favorites include Inazuma Eleven, Inazuma Eleven Go, Katekyo Hitman Reborn (It took me at least twenty-five times to learn how to spell this anime's title. -_- Yeah…), and AKB0048. My favorite anime is Inazuma Eleven Go, and my favorite character is Kirino Ranmaru. Speaking of Kirino, if you know anything about Inazuma Eleven Go, you can probably guess who this story is about. It's Kirino. Kirino, get out here!

Kirino: What is it, Mega?

Mega: Nothing much. I'm just writing a story.

Kirino: Does it involve me?

Mega: Yup!

Kirino: Will it end well?

Mega: I don't know.

Kirino: Will something bad happen to me?

Mega: Maybe.

Kirino: Will I like what happens?

Mega: Probably not. Anyways, the disclaimer, if you'd please.

Kirino: Why me? -_-

Megamagical does not own Inazuma Eleven Go. If she did, I would be the main character, and I would get hurt a lot.

Chapter One

~Kirino's POV~

I blinked in surprise as a ball flew past me. It took me a few seconds, but I eventually remembered where I was and what I was doing. We were practicing for our next match, and I was practicing passing the ball with Shindou.

I jogged to get the ball from where Shindou had kicked it. I brought it back and passed it back to him. We continued this for a while, and I began to zone out.

I felt awful. I had felt like this since I mixi-maxed with Jeanne. It wasn't that bad at first, but the pains, nightmares, and over all feeling of sickness had increased over time. All I wanted to do right now was sleep. Yeah. Maybe I would after practice. The sound of Shindou's voice brought me back to reality.

"-you okay, Kirino?" He asked.

I blinked, "What did you say, Shindou?"

"Are you okay?" He restated.

"I'm fine. Why do you ask?" I questioned. Did I do something wrong? I hope he didn't notice that I felt sick. There was no way I was going to miss practice because I felt a little sick! I was fine, or that was what I told myself over and over.

"You look a little out of it," he explained. I did? Oh no. That wasn't good. What if he tried to check for a fever or something? I would be caught and forced to sit out practice! I tried to look casual, but it was quiet hard with a fever that was over one-hundred degrees Fahrenheit (Around 37.7777 degrees Celsius).

"Don't worry, Shindou. I'm-" I was cut off by a strong dizzy spell. I tried to shake it off and finish my sentence, but it only intensified. Shindou looked at me worriedly.

"Kirino, maybe you should-"

"No!" I shouted. I quickly regained my composure and started again. "No, Shindou. I'm fine. I just got a little dizzy, that's all. I'm fine now. I'm sorry for yelling at you, by the way. Let's get back to practice, okay? I need to work on my passing some more if I want to improve before our next game."

"Okay, Kirino. I guess that my passing skills could use some work, too," he replied. Suspicion was evident on his face.

We resumed passing the soccer ball back and forth. I hated lying to Shindou, but I couldn't let him know of my condition. I could only hide my condition better and hope that Shindou doesn't notice again. Our passes grew harder and quicker. I smiled a small smile as Shindou started to get competitive. The feeling was apparently infections because soon I was get into it as well. I could feel the adrenalin rush through my veins with each pass. We soon started one-touch passes. Shindou was sweaty from running earlier, but he was covered with fresh sweat from our passing session. I grinned with happiness and success. There was no way he would think that I was sick now! The ball shot past my head for the second time in a span of twenty minutes. Shindou looked at me apologetically.

"Sorry! I guess I got a little out of control. Do you want me to get it?" He asked.

I shook my head, "I'll get it. Just give me a minute."

I rushed to get the ball before he got suspicions. I reached the ball and began dribbling back towards Shindou. Something felt wrong. I wasn't sure what it was, though. Everything had felt off since this morning. I shrugged the feeling off for the umpteenth time today. Everything was fine! Practice was going well, and we were defiantly going to win our next match. What could be wrong?

"Are you sure you're alright, Kirino?" Shindou inquired again.

"Of course I'm sure. If I didn't feel well, I wouldn't be at practice," I countered. Thank goodness that I knew how to lie well. If I couldn't, I would be laying it bed all drugged up on fever reducers or something.

"Alright, I get it. Do you want to practice shooting?" He questioned as he pointed towards the empty goal.

"Sure. Did everyone leave already?" I replied. I hope he didn't think something was off.

"Yeah, they did. I think practice ended a few minutes ago." He answered.

"Oh. Do you want to go first?"

"Sure. Can we score it best two out of three?"

"I don't see why not. Hurry up though, Shindou. The sun will set by the time you've taken a shot," I teased.

"Fine," he sighed mischievously.

He shot a strong Fortissimo in to the goal seconds later. I gapped silently in shock at the speed and strength of Shindou's shot. He ran to the goal, grabbed the ball, and kicked it to me. I kicked it hard into the bottom left corner of the net. I passed Shindou as we traded places, and I copied what Shindou had done with the ball. I moved out of the net as another strong shot ripped in to the net forcefully. We switched again; I got ready to take my next shot. I paused for a second as another dizzy spell hit. I kicked the ball again, and it soared into the top right corner of the net. Again we traded. His final shot was a normal shot into the right side of the next. We made our final rotation. I prepared to take my final shot, but I was interrupted by a horribly timed dizzy spell. Unlike its predecessors, the spell didn't go away. It just continued to intensify. My vision was blurring a little as I moved to take my shot. It didn't go as planned, though. My vision blurred completely, and my shot was sent far to the right of the net. I wobbled uncertainly on my feet.

"Kirino, are you okay?" Shindou questioned once more.

"I'm fine, Shindou. Why do you keep- augh!" I was cut off by an increase in dizziness and my fever spiking.

Shindou quickly began running toward me, "Kirino! What's wrong?!" There was panic and fear in his voice.

"Shindou… I-" My body no longer had the strength to keep me upright. I collapsed on the cool turf of the soccer field. I panted hard. It hurt to stay awake, but I tried to not submit to unconsciousness just yet. I was lifted up by strong arms seconds later. I could make out the blurry figure of my best friend. Maybe he could get rid of the sharp, burning pain of the fever.

He placed his hand on my sweaty forehead, "Ah! Kirino, you're burning up!" He cried in a loud, alarm filled voice.

I was really tired. Maybe I could go to sleep. I looked up at Shindou tiredly. I didn't have the strength to speak. He appeared to be yelling, but I couldn't hear him. How strange… My eyes were slowly closing. Would Shindou mind if I fell asleep? I don't think so. I pushed my head farther into his arm and allowed sleep to claim me. What happened next, I didn't know. All I knew was the feeling of being burned alive and being pulled into darkness.

~Chapter One Fin. ~

Kirino: What the heck! Are you trying to kill me?!

Mega: No. I just like seeing you hurt.

Kirino: You're so sadistic. What was with that ending?

Mega: My best friend read the first draft of this story, which had the ending, and said it was suspenseful, dark, and sadistic, so I used it in the final draft!

Kirino: What kind of logic is that?!

Mega: Mega logic! Besides, I'm the author! I can do anything to you, so I recommend that you behave yourself.

Kirino: I hate you.

Mega: I know. Shindou, get in here!

Shindou: What is it?

Mega: Do you hate me now, Kirino?

Kirino: *being hugged by Shindou who is questioning Kirino profusely about his collapse* Not as much now, but still yes.

Mega: Everyone's a critic! Thanks for reading my story! I hope you liked it. Feel free to comment or PM me if you have any suggestions for this story or future ones. I hope to write more stories about Inazuma Eleven Go and about Kirino Ranmaru (in the background: Kirino: NO!) in the future. If you liked the story a lot, don't forget to follow and favorite the story and ME! That's all from me. Kirino, Shindou, say good bye to everyone, please!

Kirino and Shindou: Sayonara! We're off to play soccer!

Mega: Wait for me! Ciao, everyone!