This story has been requested by ''jameis''. I am not really good in writing stories like these... But hey! Let's give it a try! YOLO, right? xD
Anyway. The way I wrote my summary.. Just sucks. But that doesn't matter, right? ; v ;
I really hope you like this story, and I'll do my best! T_T ; A ;
I don't even know things about werewolves, or supernatural things. LOL. Ah well, gives me more reason to watch supernatural everyday. HEHEHE.

Please review and perhaps check out my other stories as well. ^^
Remember this too, by the way: English is NOT my first language. I am Dutch, so my grammar will probably suck like HELLLLL.

Endou: Our professor does not own Inazuma Eleven, nor the characters. ; v ;

'Sakka, yarouze!' Were the words Endou Mamoru has been shouting out loud these past years. Yet, tonight he wasn't. He couldn't, since soccer wasn't the kind of thing he had to do right now. It wasn't even something he could think of. There were more important matters to him, at the moment. Weird, the brown-haired soccer freak loved soccer so much. It was almost his life…

It was raining, and Endou was searching in the woods for something… supernatural. He heard a king has arrived again, and that could only mean one thing: trouble. Make it two things, actually: trouble and danger. He didn't want any people to die again because of that so-called king.

With a long, silver sword, Endou walks through the woods. Today he did not wear a uniform of Raimon, in fact… He was wearing some sort of, cosplay. At least something that could protect him much from evil and looked pretty much like a cosplay from Assassins Creed, or Final Fantasy.

Endou could not describe how scared he was. Scared for what? For the king he is about to meet, again. Several years ago he sealed away this king. It was not a normal king, of course. It was a werewolf. The biggest werewolf from all werewolves that existed. A werewolf that, even if the king killed lots of humans as diner, was always in for blood.

''Whenever you don't want him to be with you, he always shows up… But when you need him, he is always hiding.'' Endou mumbles to himself. He looks a little bit annoyed in front of him; at some random trees. No surprise; he wants to find that son of a bitch and finish it off for once and for all. No more humans sacrificed for a killer wolf like that…. That is his goal. And he will hold on to it until he completes it.

''It's already late. I will probably have another chance tomorrow.'' Endou mumbles again. He turns around, and walks his way out of the woods. No matter how hard he tried to find the king, he couldn't find him. He looks at his sword with a sad expression on his face.

''I don't want my friends to die. I don't want others to die… Why am I the one who's supposed to do this? It's already hard enough for me to not tell this to the others.'' He looked at his reflection in the silver sword. It was a beautiful and clean sword, looking like it has never been used. Of course, that sword was used a lot of times. It was just cleaned up very well, to prevent it from rust.

He hears a rustle in a tree, and looks up immediately while holding onto his sword tightly. ''Who's that?!'' He says in a defending way. He sees an owl flying away from the tree. He puts back his sword again and continues the walking.

'I shouldn't suspect any sound like that. It will only freak me out even more… It might have been just two years since I sealed away that so-called king, yet it feels like this'll be the first time I will meet and fight him,' Endou thought by himself, still scared.

Why wouldn't Endou be? He is 13 years old, and already fought for his life the whole time. He is frightened, to lose his own life or the lives from his friends. He wants to protect them, no matter what happened.

Another rustle. Endou decides to ignore it, because it is probably just another owl or midnight-animal wandering around. Not a stupid werewolf. A werewolf would just kill his target right away. At least, those were Endou's experiences.
Endou continues walking, already feeling tired. Tomorrow he has a test, and he still did not learn for it. And now he is so tired, he probably won't. Right now he wouldn't even mind if he gets kicked out of Raimon's Soccer team. As long as he can save his friends, everyone in this world, he is satisfied.

The rain starts to pour a little harder while he keeps hearing more and more rustling on his way outside the woods. He puts on another jacket so his hair won't get too wet, and he is still able to see what's right in front of him.

'My senses are telling me there is something nearby that's not quite right…' The brown-haired boy thinks.

Another rustle. And another one. Rustles, followed after each other quickly. Something is moving. Something is moving pretty fast. Endou takes out his sword and turns around quickly; nothing. He looks at the ground, and laughs a little. The brown-haired boy was now facing a lost cat.

''Ah, so you're lost, huh?'' The boy smiles and put his sword away once again. He lifts the little, lost black-furred cat and gives it a few pats on its head. ''Don't worry, neko. I'll get you home, I promise.'' Endou comforts sweetly.

Endou turns around once again, so he could get out of the woods as soon as he could. He would try to search for the cat its home and deliver it there. But before he knows, the cat gets drawn out of his arms harshly.

''What is this—?'' The boy replies shocked to what just happened. He looks up, and sees a huge werewolf ripping the cat in pieces. Then the werewolf eats the cat and then looks at the brown-haired boy as if it was going to eat him as well.

''I know you from somewhere,'' the werewolf begins to talk. It is rare for a werewolf to talk fluently English like that, let stand to talk. ''Aren't you that little brat who tried to seal away our king? Who actually succeeded in sealing him away?!'' The werewolf snarls, and then begins to cry like a true werewolf(like the ones in stories) does; a cry to call his friends. A call to his friends, that he has found something interesting(for diner, as an example).

The brown-haired boy looks shocked at the werewolf. Still not believing that the cat he just had in his arms, is now dead because of that creature. He looks angry, about to attack the werewolf. Unfortunately, he doesn't get the chance to hurt the werewolf because another one shows up behind him.

''Kuso!'' Endou yells angrily, getting scratched in the face by the werewolf in front of him without any mercy. Endou falls on the ground, not able to stand up immediately.

Seven other werewolves arrived quickly after Endou gets attacked by the werewolf in front of him. They are surrounding them, not giving the brown-haired boy a chance to escape when he wants(and needs) too.

With no idea what is going to happen to him, Endou stands up and tries to attack one of the nine werewolves. Yet, none of them gives him even a chance to pick up the sword he accidently just dropped on the ground when he got attacked.

There the brown-haired boy stands: powerless. He can't do a thing a now. The only thing he actually can, is getting eaten by those nine werewolves. Getting ripped apart, like the cat from before.

Really. I can't write stories like these very well. I can't make very long chapters so... forgive me ; v ;
I hope you liked it, though!
See you in the next chapter!