A/N: Important AN: Yo guys, long time no see! :3 Just so you know, I'm back once again and this time I plan to stick to this until it gets finished. It's a remake of my previous fic. 'In love with two' which I deleted because it was HORRIBLE! D: In my opinion, this one is a lot better! Sorry for the wait! u-u) Please with out further waste of time...
Let's get it started shall we!

Disclaimer: I do not own Inazuma Eleven or the characters used etc. Although, this plot is mine.

If somebody asked Midorikawa Ryuji that, ''how would you describe your most embarrassing situation?' he would definitely quote this, ' When there's a will, there's not always a way.'

Ryuji was a former mid-fielder of the infamous Inazuma Japan. A boy with wonderfully tanned skin, vibrant green hair tied in a high tail and sparkling charcoal colored eyes. He was also the former captain of Gemini Storm, the very first team to be defeated by Endou Mamoru and his team Raimon. Currently, he was a student at Raimon and a member of the Raimon high soccer team.

He was a timid young boy with strong determination and extreme love for his favorite sport soccer. He may not be the most athletic, the most talented or the most excellent but he had the determination strong enough to practice day and night and accomplish his goal, that was to surpass his teammates and to be the best there is.

Due to his shy and timid personality, Ryuji didn't have many friends. He was always one of the back ones, the ones who just did what they were told to and never gave their opinion or say in the matters or discussions much. Although he was a really fun-loving and strong spirited child, he never really trusted anyone enough to be friends with them and hang-out. He was not one to keep himself surrounded by many people. There was only one person whom he truly trusted. The only one that he was sure would always be there for him when everyone turned away, his first and best-est friend, Kiyama Hiroto. The guy Ryuji was never able to get rid of.

Kiyama Hiroto was a bright young fellow with flaming red hair styled in a fascinating un-earthly fashion, smoldering emerald eyes and pale pale skin, so pale that it would even put a vampire to shame. He was a guy whom you would always find surrounded with lots of people, an excellent student, athlete and the most loyal friend anyone could ask for. But instead of hanging out with all those people that longed for his company, Hiroto became friends with Ryuji...or at least tried to. It was a struggle for Hiroto, a struggle that was clearly worth it in his eyes. Ryuji wasn't the easiest person to befriend but hey patience is a virtue and the fruit of struggle is always the sweetest. The grennete pushed him away again and again going as far as to lock himself in his room in order to stay away from the red-head. That was the time when they were kids and Ryuji was a new recruit in the Sun Garden Orphanage. He was still traumatized by the death of his parents and was a victim of depression and lack of self-worth. But Hiroto never lost hope. He continued to 'pester' Ryuji (as he so kindly puts it) again and again until the bright haired kid caved and accepted his friendship. Ever since then Hiroto never left Ryuji alone because whenever he left him alone, Ryuji would submit to his inner demon that made him wish he never existed.

And at that moment, standing in the locker-room and watching the scene unfold in front of him, Hiroto really wished he hadn't left Ryuji alone.

The day started off as pretty normal for Ryuji. He woke up at a decent time, left for school, and attended the morning practice along with all of his classes for the day. When the time for the club activities arrived, that's when things got kind of...messed up?

Ryuji didn't know how to describe what happened. One moment, he was changing, the next he was pinned against a wall in the locker room with FUDOU AKIO hovering over him. Ok well, maybe that's not how it happened.

Ryuji arrived particularly late to the field that day. His science professor had requested him to stay back after the class finished. It didn't matter though, because almost no one acknowledged his absence or presence when he did arrive on the field, except Hiroto and the Coach (if you can call a glare in his direction as an acknowledgement that is). Hiroto was Ryuji's partner during the stretches so he had no one to busy himself with as the rest were all paired up.

He was looking around worried until his eyes set upon a tired looking Ryuji running (more like dragging himself) towards the field. He smiled and waved at him which may have caught the Coach's attention as he turned to look in the same direction. Hiroto cringed. 'Damn, I'm sorry Midorikawa...I hope the Coach goes easy on him.' The Coach hated tardiness and tended to lecture the offender with numerous looked on with worried eyes as the Coach glared at Ryuji...but said nothing. Ryuji flinched and quickly moved away and hurried his way to Hiroto. Hiroto let out a sigh and smiled as Ryuji reached him looking like a frightened mouse in a cage.

"You okay?" Hiroto patted Ryuji's back. "Good thing the Coach didn't yell at you for tardiness."

"Yeah well, he didn't need to. His glare was enough to send the message across." Ryuji sulked and began unpacking his stuff on a nearby bench, wiping his forehead in an attempt to calm himself. Hiroto chuckled behind him, slipping his hand off of Ryuji's back and tangling it in his mysteriously styled hair. Ryuji smiled. He felt normal around Hiroto, Hiroto made him feel like he was someone worth something like he was not a complete nobody who people didn't even care enough to notice. It was a nice feeling...It was...good.

Suddenly an unfamiliar hand found purchase on Ryuji's shoulder making him stiffen in surprise. He knew that hand didn't belong to Hiroto. Hiroto never wore gloves. That could only mean...

"Better get changed Midorikawa. The match is about to start!" A breathless voice startled him.

Captain...Of course! Endou was the only one who wore gloves during practice. Ryuji really wanted to plant his face in his hand. He got scared for a second thinking that the Coach was behind him and had decided to take a bite out of him for being late. He could be so paranoid sometimes..But really, it couldn't be helped. After years of going unnoticed and being left out, it was hard to get used to being around many people and interacting with them on a daily basis. Besides Hiroto, there was no one in the team he really got along with actually. Maybe Kazemaru, but at the same time, not really. That guy was too hung up on the Captain to care for anyone else. They had hung out a couple of times at school, but it was only when Hiroto and the Captain were busy or were elsewhere. And the Captain was already surrounded by the rest of his team that Ryuji thought it would be pointless to crowd around him.

He would keep his distance from everyone and get through high school. That was his plan. He turned around slowly and gave Endou a lopsided grin. "Sure thing!" And with that said, he grabbed his bag and ran towards the locker rooms.

While walking, Ryuji looked around the field, sweat already trickling down his back. He flinched as panic filled his senses. Almost everybody on the field was watching him, sporting an unreadable expression on their faces. Those who couldn't were flat out frowning, as if judging him. Ryuji didn't know why. Unconsciously, he lowered his head and quickened his pace. He didn't know what they were playing at now. He didn't do anything. Sure he had destroyed their school once but it's been MONTHS to that! And they had experienced the whole FFI together. Can't they learn to forgive? They forgave Hiroto! But then again, Hiroto never destroyed anything of theirs and he was much closer to them than he was.

When Ryuji first arrived at the club, wanting to be a part of it, many of his mates opposed it, claiming that he was not trust worthy enough and that he might an enemy in disguise. But with the support of Coach Kudou and Captain and a lot of convincing on their part, he got in. But things didn't get any better; on the contrary, they worsened. They started ignoring him on the field. No one passed him the ball, he never got to actively take part in matches, he was always pushed around and since Ryuji didn't have much faith in himself nor the guts to stand up for his rights, he continued to bear the treatment of his teammates. He had tried to prove himself trust worthy on several occasions but it was like no one wanted to believe in him, to accept him as a team member. He was trying really hard, to the point that it was starting wear him down. Anyone with a keen sense of sight could see it.

Unknown to the poor boy, a figure on the field had stopped stretching the moment he appeared and was watching him with a dangerous amount of curiosity. A smirk snaked his way on the unknown figure's face and a tongue poked out to lick a set of chapped lips.

Another figure, said figure's partner stopped as well and watched the other as he slowly drifted off in his thoughts. Upon realizing that look and seeing as to whom it was directed at, the other shook his head in dismay. 'Oh god, I hope it's not what I hope he's thinking. Please! Have mercy!' He raised his head towards the clear sky, flinching as the rays of the bright sun seeped into his goggles. If you looked closely, a pleading look could be seen in his eyes.

Upon reaching the locker room, Ryuji made a bee-line straight to his locker. Not wanting to waste anymore time, he quickly dialed the combination and opened it. With a sigh he took out his uniform and slowly began to change as thoughts began into flooding his brain once again. Although he knew things won't change from the way they were, he still hoped. That cruel, insignificant part of him never stopped wishing for acceptance. Acceptance of his teammates and longing for friends. It always throbbed whenever he saw others acting friendly towards each other, hanging out, inviting each other to their houses, and providing moral support during a match. It hurt and almost made Ryuji bitter with envy. Undoing the buttons of his jacket one by one he pulled it off, not caring as it fell to the floor. It was the same every day, he'd come to practice, get ignored during play or get benched due to some injury. Even Fudou got more action than him these days! Ryuji huffed as his trouser button came undone. He knew life could be unfair at times, he understood that when his parents were taken away, but to this extent? It was just cruel. Suddenly, he heard footsteps. Who did they belong to; the pony-tailed boy didn't know. Quickly he slipped out of them and pulled on his uniform shorts to at least look decent in front of the person. He was self-conscious...maybe a little too much.

The footsteps stopped as quickly as they were heard as another shadow appeared near the door. Ryuji stared at the new arrival in the locker room with a befuddled expression adorning his face. There stood Fudou Akio, dressed in the traditional Raimon soccer uniform, hair tied in a small pony-tail, skin glistening with sweat and a predatory glint in his eyes. Ryuji stared wide-eyed at the other as he slowly made his way towards him...or his locker to be exact, which happened to be right next to Ryuji's to the left.

Akio's steps were slow but sure. Taking each stride with an air of evident confidence he made his way towards his locker. It won't do good to scare the other boy this early in the plan. There would surely be some scaring though, but after he was done with him. With a smirk ever present on his pale features, he stopped right in front of Ryuji who now held a nervous air around him was sending shifty glances everywhere, which only served to make that smirk expand, the locker forgotten.

Ryuji readjusted his shirt as soon as he saw Akio approach. He didn't know why this person was here. He couldn't be here to change, he was already in uniform! Maybe he needed something from his locker? Ryuji blinked in a clueless fashion. 'What is he doing here?' Or maybe he was here to beat Ryuji up in order to cope with the big break-up. Frustration is a bitch to deal with, you know. From where did that last thought come from, he didn't know and although it had never happened before he won't put it past them. Maybe his teammates have resorted to violence to make him leave? With widened eyes Ryuji watched every step the brunet took with caution, recoiling to his side with fear evident in his eyes.

Eventually, Ryuji's back hit the cold surface of the stuffy room's wall. Ryuji stiffened. There was nowhere to run, no possible place to hide and he still didn't know what Fudou wanted! With shifty eyes he kept glancing sideways, mentally praying and calling the gods of every religion that he knew of to make an intervention and save him!

"Fancy meeting you here, Midorikawa Ryuji." Akio spoke in a calm yet deviously smooth voice, you know, the one that says that there's a storm right ahead so enjoy the calm while you still can!

Ryuji shuddered. He didn't that know that a simple sentence could make him fear so much. Shyly, he lowered his head a bit. It won't do good to make eye contact with the devil. Who knows what kind of powers he possessed! Ok maybe he was going a little too far with this and was getting a bit too paranoid, seriously, Fudou a devil? Well if he said that out loud to everyone, he was sure that there won't be any opposition to it.

"Uh...um...Well..." Ryuji stammered. He tried to organize his thoughts to at least answer back, and not make a complete fool of himself before getting beat up but it was getting harder and harder to accomplish because Fudou was pressing him further and further into the wall with his body! What the hell?!

"W-What are you doing?!" Thoroughly nonplussed and a bit freaked, Ryuji glanced at Akio.

"What do you think?" Akio replied, sliding a hand up Ryuji's back until it slowly came to rest on his shoulder. Oh he was enjoying this. There was nothing more fun than to mess with a couple of heads and scare the shit out of them. Akio really wanted to cackle like the evil bastard he was right now. The boy looked like he was about to piss right there and then! The fun part was Akio didn't even do anything to him yet.

After the big breakup, Akio was feeling really disgruntled. Everyone had turned their backs on him and left him alone...which was much like the treatment they gave to this poor godforsaken boy, just a bit amplified due to the situation. He couldn't mess with others because as soon as he stepped even a foot near them, they would disperse like moths without light. To make matters worse, the Coach was on his back! Akio couldn't help but think that he had done something that would make him regret for a long time.

Coming back to the situation at hand, Ryuji was feeling mighty uncomfortable and deeply freaked out. He didn't know what to make of anything. Fudou was not beating him up like he thought he would. Far from it. He was feeling him up! Something Ryuji had never imagined him doing and to him of all people! Something was really not right here. It was all getting really confusing. He tried to slide towards the right in order to avoid that wondering hand ( Ryuji was really hating that creeping part of human anatomy and as soon as he was freed, he would stab it a thousand times in his head) but no luck, Fudou wrapped the other pale appendage of his around his waist to keep him in place. He tried pushing him away but as soon as he heard something akin to a growl, he stopped and went limp. 'Oh god, Jesus, Buddha, ANYONE! Please, help me!'

~Meanwhile on the field~

Hiroto was getting restless once again. Ryuji was really taking his time getting dressed and it was getting on everyone's nerves. He glanced around to see almost every mate of his tapping their foot or pacing. He had thought of checking up on him moments ago to know what was keeping the other boy but then dismissed the thought. He knew how Ryuji got when someone walked in on him getting dressed. So instead, he decided on waiting some more and he won't go in there unless someone asked, that way, he would have an excuse. Someoka Ryuugo had once attempted to invade the room to 'drag that bitch's body out' but the Captain stopped him. Seeing and knowing Ryuugo personally, Captain must have known that if he were to be sent to get Midorikawa, only one would come out alive. And knowing Midorikawa, he would most likely die just by looking at the horrifying teen. Before anyone could suggest anything else or any other person got impatient and for Midorikawa's general safety, Hiroto quickly volunteered to retrieve Midorikawa himself. The relief in his Captain's eyes was worth seeing as he patted Hiroto's back with genuine happiness and nodded.

Somewhere behind him Ichirouta's voice echoed laced with confusion. "Where did Fudou go?" To which a haughty reply from Kidou Yuuto was received. "He can go to hell for all I care!" Not stopping to dwindle on the disappearance of their missing Mohawk-less teammate, Hiroto continued his way towards the lockers. Besides, much like Yuuto albeit to a lesser extent, he didn't care about Fudou either. That boy was the true definition of the word 'trouble'. A terrible person, inside and out. Since the day he transferred to Raimon High, Akio had acquired a terrible reputation of a playboy and not just any ordinary one. He was cruel, ruthless and an insensitive jerk. He went around playing with anyone and everyone who held even a single thread of affection for him. He would play endlessly with his victim until he got bored or the other fell too deep into his conjured up world of lies that he or she would even agree to become his slave just to earn his attention and company. That was when he would strike and end it all without a single ounce of regret. Akio was a devil with not a single kind bone in his body. It would take a large group of saints to convert him to the good side, Hiroto absently mused. What he didn't know was that only one innocent little teen would be enough to accomplish that task and that teen would turn out to be the most unpredictable one of all. Hiroto stopped by the door to the lockers; suddenly a deep unsettling feeling started burning inside of him. 'What if Fudou was...shit, Midorikawa!'

Slamming the door of the locker-room open, Hiroto was acquainted to one of the biggest shocks of his life. His eyes widened and heart rate increased as he saw what was so openly going on. Midorikawa was backed up, pinned to the wall on the opposite side with Fudou Akio a.k.a. the missing player everyone was talking just a few moments ago about, a.k.a. the least person Hiroto imagined associating with Midorikawa and a.k.a. that one person that Hiroto wanted Midorikawa to stay away from, hovering over him with hands wondering around in places that Hiroto did not even want to think.

Hiroto really regretted leaving Midorikawa alone now.

Ryuji started panicking. Fudou wasn't letting up on his harassment and it was getting really uncomfortable for him. Besides, he didn't think his face could handle anymore more of that annoying redness and the heat that seemed so intent on eating his whole face. He squirmed every time Akio's hand got somewhere sensitive (ticklish place) and abused his lower lip to the max. He couldn't take much more of this; his knees were already giving out what little strength they had. The embarrassment and humiliation (THEY WERE IN A PUBLIC LOCKER ROOM FOR CHRIST'S SAKE) was eating him up and Fudou was still smirking! Why was he SMIRKING!? A triumphant smirk. It was like he was playing a cruel game with Ryuji and winning! He wanted it to stop, actually he wanted a lot of things to happen right now, like kicking the bastard in the nuts for example but he knew he didn't have it in him and besides, Fudou was damn scary when angry. Ryuji shuddered. Managing out a small whimper he decided to vocalize the question that had been befuddling him from the start. The 'whys'.

"W-W..." Before he could finish or start his question something pinched him in the back, hard. With eyes widened a size too big, Ryuji stared at his assaulter, mouth opened in a silent scream. He couldn't believe what the other had just done. 'Did he just grope me?! 'Speechless, all thoughts in his head scattered once more, the question forgotten as he just stared at the brunet against him. Up until now, he was just touching, touches that were lighter than Ryuji had expected and his hand had never strayed anywhere near Ryuji's lower regions and...and...Ryuji's brain melted as Akio let up the support he was providing to his body and stood up to his full height while the other, not having neither the will nor the strength enough to keep himself up, slid down the wall in a heap of green, blue and white, eyes never leaving.

On the other end of the room, Hiroto chose this moment to come back to reality and coughed in an attempt to divert attention to him. (the door slamming wasn't enough to grab the duo's attention, heh.) The brunet looked over to his shoulder at the intruder and it seemed that his smirk just passed all the sanity levels. It grew twice its previous size, covering more of his face than before. 'Perfect.' He lowered himself to the other's height, whispered and performed an action that suspiciously looked like a lick to Ryuji's cheek before standing up and leaving the two stunned occupants alone.

A/N : Okay, so chapter 1 is now over. :3 Please tell me what you think about it through a review! It would be mighty appreciated. Thank you and have a nice day/night!