Me: Hey to whoever is reading my fanfiction so it's probably really bad so flame and critic all you want to I can improve! And sorry if Hibiki-san seems OOC.

Fubuki: Oi, were starting a soccer game you playing?

Me: Yeah in a sec! I don't own Inazuma Eleven or any of the characters except Tubaski, if I did, I would be dating that heartthrob

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Tsubaski POV

I sat at the Rairaiken noodle shop trying to drown my sorrow in the delicious ramen noodle but to no avail. I just got an awesome well-paying job at a music production company (Utau Co.) and I just might lose it after being employed for only a month.

"One more bowl please." I requested owner with a sigh. This was my fourth bowl, I'm going to have to go to the gym if I keep this up.

"You okay? That was your fourth bowel if you keep this up you're going to end up with a stomach ache" asked the owner. I didn't really know his name but the old man looked nice enough.

"I'm fine. I'm just having a rough time at work and because I'm too young to drink, I chose the next best thing. Hehehe" I tried to laugh but even I knew it sounded weak.

"You working? How old are you? You don't look more that sixteen years old. What is this world coming too people so young having trouble at work" he shook his head in disgust. "Here you go, one bowel of ramen on the house."

"I'm twenty years old, but I appreciate the ramen oji-san" I replied slurping up the delicious noodles.

"Well let's hear your problem. I might be old but I can still listen to someone's problem and try to help. I'm Hibiki Seigou by the way" He took a seat next to mine

"Tsubaski Arima" I replied. I started going on an all-out rant about my job and how in order to keep it I have to get someone famous or at least semi-famous to record a song that I wrote and worked on myself. "And how am I supposed to achieve that when I've been working for less than a month!?" I finally finished my rant and exhaled. Surprisingly, that felt pretty good.

Seigou-san stood up and ruffled my hair as if I was a little kid again. Suddenly, the door slammed open and two boys supporting a third who was covered in bruises. Behind them were two girls with worried faces.

"Coach we need some ice" said one of the boys, he had spiky whitish hair and a pale complexion. He set the boy he was supporting onto one of the stools and stretched. The other boy had brown hair and an orange head band and was covered with bruises and dirt. They both seemed oddly familiar, I swore I saw them on T.V. or something like that.

"The idiot was trying a new hissatsu technique by tying a boulder to a tree and using that instead of a tire. He barely lasted five minutes," smirked the third boy. He had dreadlocks tied into a pony-tail and goggles. I noticed that they were wearing the similar looking sport uniform. It was then when the realization hit me like a sack of bricks. They were members of the famous soccer group Inazuma Japan. God had sent me a gift from heaven. Tears had started to cloud my vision, I was saved!

"You guys are part of Inazuma Japan!" I exclaimed louder than I wanted. The five students stared at me as if they just realized that I was there. I sprang out of my seat and bowed in front of them. "Please do me the favor of the life time!"

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Well how was it? Sorry about that weird error that occurred earlier it was pretty stupid of me. Well like before please critic/review.