Trauma

Summary: One hit. That was all it took. Will the changes it brings be for good or bad? One more thing, why does it always happen to me?!

Mega: Here it is. After months of putting it off, I am finally writing the side story to Heat Stroke.2gatita8, if you have already died, forgive me, but here it is!

Kirino: It's about time!

Mega: Sorry! Kirino, are you excited?

Kirino: Why?

Mega: Well, it's the first story I've written that you're not the primary focus of.

Kirino: Oh… Oh! Oh! Yes! It's your turn to suffer now, Shindou, Tenma!

Tenma: You're mean, Kirino-senpai (finally learned how to spell it!).

Shindou: How could you do this to me?! I thought you loved me!

Kirino: I do, but not in this fic. I love Tsurugi in this universe, so you're on your own.

Shindou and Tenma: NO!

Mega: Yes! Now, disclaimer, please!

Tenma and Shindou: Megamagical does not own the Inazuma Eleven franchise. She only owns the plot. Besides, if she did own it, the Raimon team would be changed drastically along with the plot.

~Trauma~

Chapter one: Struck

~Tenma's POV~

Today was normal if you excluded the soaring temperatures. I had hoped that it would stay that way, but, for whatever reason, fate hates me.

We were running some basic passing drills. Nothing special, just two-touch passes between yourself and a partner. It should have been simple, but things had a way to work against us, I suppose.

I was paired with Tsurugi. So many people seemed to think that there was a romantic relationship between us, but, contrary to that oh-so-popular belief, Tsurugi and I only shared a friendship bond, a strong one, but a bond of friendship none the less.

I did, in fact, have a, well, a crush. Tsurugi knows of it, I think, but I didn't tell him. He just pieced together the puzzle until he had the entire picture. Tsurugi was like that. He could learn things just from watching and would figure things out that you really didn't want him to, like my crush, for example.

On the flipside, I know of his crush, so I guess we're even. He's had a thing for Kirino-senpai since they first met. When he first told me, I was quite surprised. After all, who expects their cold, antisocial best friend to have a crush on someone? Let alone the fact that he might have to fight Shindou-senpai for Kirino-senpai's heart.

I had been contemplating relationship within the team for a while, now, not only for Tsurugi's sake, but for mine, as well. I wasn't nosey, or anything. I just wanted to see my chances with my crush. The chance of him liking me was very small. He probably was in love with Kirino, Akane, or, God forbid, Tsurugi. If you hadn't figured it out by now, my crush was none other than the Shindou Takuto.

Why did I always end up falling for the people that I can never end up with? Did I do something wrong? Well, it's just my luck, I guess.

My mind had been wandering the entire day, from relationships to soccer, what I was actually supposed to be focused on. Maybe if I had kept my mind on the game, everything that happened would have, well, not happened. Even now, I'm not sure if that would have been a good or a bad thing.

What happened that day? Well, I only know half of it, so I'm missing some of it, but here is what I remember happened…

~Earlier~

As I said earlier, I was passing with Tsurugi as my mind wandered. Compared to the tough training from earlier, the basic drill was quite relaxing. Maybe that was why my mind was wandering a lot more than earlier, not that it wasn't wandering before, just not as much as now.

What happened next was entirely my fault. I don't care what the rest of the team says. I know that I caused it.

I hadn't been paying attention to my surroundings, so I hadn't known that Hikaru had lost control of a pass. I also didn't know that I was standing right in its path. Tsurugi hadn't noticed it either, apparently, so he couldn't warn me. Hikaru, I had later learned, had been trying to warn me, but either his pass was too fast, or he was too slow, because the ball hit me before he could say anything.

The pass was, unfortunately, as strong as Hikaru's normal shot. I credited this to the fact that he had lost control, but it scared me to think of what he could do if he used it intentionally. Note to self, don't get on Hikaru's bad side.

The pass slammed into my head forcefully. It apparently had gained altitude during its short journey. It knocked me back, headfirst, into the goalpost, which we had been passing in front of.

I didn't register anything at first, strangely enough, but then the pain set in, and let me just say, OW! My thoughts were muddled, but I did register the pain that felt like being torn apart, badly burnt, frozen solid, and having a jackhammer drilling into my skull.

Then there was noise. My name was said, I think, and I soon found myself surrounded by my teammates. A blur of brown was beside me in an instant, flipping me over from the position on my stomach that I had been laying in. I felt myself being lifted up slightly and being laid on a soft surface. I felt my eyes being opened carefully, which I hadn't realized had been closed, and gazed up at the blurry figure above me.

They had brown hair. Somewhat long brown hair. 'Shindou,' I thought immediately. Even if I knew that my conclusion was probably unreasonable, I didn't know of any other person on our team that matched my description. Another blur, a pink one, this time, came into focus behind the brown blur, discussed something with two more blur, and moved aside so that the other two blur could get closer to me.

One blur moved closer to me and began to move my unresponsive body into the brown blur's arms. The brown blur then picked me up and started to walk towards what seemed to be the school.

He was silent for a while, the only sounds being our breathing, mine being much more labored than his. After a while, he began to murmur things to me. I never could make heads or tails of what he was saying, but I could tell by his tone that whatever he was saying, he truly meant it.

I started to tire after some time, and I allowed my eyes to being shutting, only to be jostled by the blur and being told to stay awake, or that was what I assumed he said.

We eventually arrived at our destination, wherever that was.

The blur swiftly walked into the room, so wherever it was at least was a room. Yay.

I soon found myself being moved once again, only this time it was onto a soft, cushiony thing. It was a bed, I assumed. The brown blur quickly retreated to allow even more smudges of color to surround me.

The new smudges talked, moved, and probably even were thinking quickly. Things were pushed into my arm, a blanket was pulled over me, and someone seemed to be calling someone on a phone, or I thought that it was a phone. I hadn't been sure of things for a while, now.

I tried to sleep again, but was stopped by the brown smudge yet again. Things were a blur after that. I think that we waited for a while before I tried to sleep for the umpteenth time. This time, though, I began to succeed. That sent everyone in the room into a tizzy. Smudges moved around wildly and continued to do what they had been doing before, only at twice the speed, and this continued until even more burry outlines arrived and pulled me onto something.

The brown blur followed us, but all the other smudges stayed behind.

I was placed into a large, well, a large thing, I guess. I couldn't really comprehend what it was, let alone describe it. I panicked when all the oh-so-painful light that bled into the thing was blocked by something, but the brown smudge rubbed my hand gentle and whispered comforting, or I think that they were meant to provide comfort, words to me in a hushed tone.

The gesture had worked and calmed me down considerably. I was now as relaxed as I was going to be. Things from that point on seemed only to be a rush of sound and color. Nothing really made sense.

I did know that I was being pushed into a large building, a hospital, probably, and was soon taken away from the brown blur that had accompanied me the entire time.

Tears began to leak out of my half lidded eyes. I didn't want to be alone! I wanted the blur! I wanted Shindou.

From there, people began to tell me things, that it was going to be okay, to stop crying, to calm down, but I couldn't. We reached a far darker room, the only excruciatingly painful light coming from the center of the room. They then pulled me off of the surface I had been lying on for the entirety of the trip and onto a cold metal table in the middle of the room.

What I assumed was a mask was placed over my mouth and nose, cutting of my access to the air around me. One of the blurry figures told me to count to ten and breathe calmly.

I somehow forced myself to do as they instructed. I was out by three.

~Fin.~

Mega: Here is the first chapter. Tell me what you think.

Tenma: *stares in shock* What did you do to me?!

Mega: What? Did you think I'd let you get of easy?

Tenma: I was hoping…

Mega: Well your hope was in vain. Now, here is a sneak peek at the next chapter.

~Tenma's POV~

When I woke up, I was confused. Where was I?

I opened my eyes partially to seeing my new location, and thankfully, my vision had straightened out.

I was in a white room, devoid of everything but the necessities, such as a bed and chairs. It didn't take long for me to figure out that I was in a hospital room. Lovely.

My gazed slid to my bedside. A boy with curly, somewhat long brown hair was sitting beside me. 'Why is Shindou here?' I thought curiously. Why would he be here with me of all people?

I reached over to grab the hem of his shirt, greatly pleased with the knowledge that my body would listen to me again. I pulled gently, but my crush refused to awaken from his slumber.

I frowned and pulled again, much harder, this time.

Shindou jolted and opened his eyes blearily. He was tired, so he had probably been here for a while. 'I'm the one who caused all this, aren't I?' I thought grimly.

My captain, now fully awake, looked over at me in relief and curiosity. "You're awake."

I nodded at his blunt statement. It was clearly not meant to be taken as a question.

He smiled and voiced an actual question this time. "How do you feel?"

I opened my mouth to respond, but found that no sound would come out of my opened mouth.

"Tenma? What's wrong?" He asked; panic being to color his voice.

I tried again to answer him, but the result was the same. In an act of desperation, I lifted my hands to my throat, trying to communicate my problem to him.

"Can you not breathe?" He inquired worriedly.

When I shook my head "no", a look of relief settled across his features briefly before returning to their former state. "What's wrong, then?"

I slowly began to mouth my answer to him, my mouth forming the unspoken words carefully.

'I can't talk.'

~Preview fin.~

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Tenma: *mouthing* 'I can't believe that you made me mute!'

Mega: I know, but I needed to in order to develop the plot!

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