So many things to update, so little time...

I do not own any of these characters; the story is mine and requested by Mizashi Haruka as promised. Inazuma Eleven belongs to Level-5 while Mizashi Haruka belongs to... Mizashi Haruka.


Falling in love with Haruka is the stupidest thing he has ever done

Haruka. Where the heck are you right now?

Pillows were scattered everywhere and the blanket had been thrown away somewhere around the room. Ibuki remained sprawled on his messy bed, unmoving. Both his arms and feet were apart and his dull eyes were staring emotionlessly up towards his bedroom ceiling, having only one thought in his mind: Haruka.

It had been over a month since Haruka had left. And never shown her face.

The white-haired athlete was depressed. His heart would always palpitate rapidly and strongly whenever Haruka was in a close range, but now, it was beating in a slow and low rhythm now that her presence is gone.

He lost his will and passion to play basketball and practice now that his main reason for attending them in the first place had already disappeared. Usually, when school's over, he would immediately rush home and bury himself into a pile of pillows and sulk. Not only that, but his grades were dropping too due to him always spacing out during classes and the teacher's discussions becoming nothing but just pointless mutterings.

Like what he clarified before: he can't function properly and well without his best friend by his side.

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The window's curtains remained closed, blocking the sunlight from entering Ibuki's room. The weather just didn't match his mood and made him groggier than he already was.

He sprung out of his still messy bed from the day before and was about to go grab his towel when his phone suddenly rang. It caught his attention right away and swiftly attempted to check who the messenger was.

Purple eyes looked confused for a moment before widening upon reading the text message.

Who was Kuroiwa Ryuusei?

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This time, Ibuki leaves.

It was time to crack his shell open and embrace the outside world again. He had enough sulking for days and technically doing nothing; it was time to move on and take matters into his own hands.

This morning, he received a text message from a person that goes by the name of Kuroiwa. This person appeared to be an old man, with long white hair tied into a low ponytail and a beard. On the right side of his face there is a huge scar, partially covered by his sunglasses.

Kuroiwa was a man shrouded in mystery. He happened to know which school Ibuki was studying in, and approached said boy inside the school grounds after school. The man had offered Ibuki a proposal to join Earth Eleven, a team composed of other teenagers his age who play soccer as a sport.

At first, the white-haired boy was rather hesitant. He didn't completely trust Kuroiwa upon taking first glance, but changed his mind when he was given the offer to travel abroad if he did join.

So he did.

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The cool breeze blew against Ibuki's face when he saw how marvelous-looking the soccer field was.

This was the first time he had ever tried out a different sport other than basketball. In short, he was quite unsure whether he can play soccer properly or not. He also doubted about the other members too. Were they like his other teammates back at his previous school too?

Ibuki would be entirely disappointed if they were.

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Ibuki was together with the other chosen soccer players.

Matsukaze Tenma, a boy who's hair was shaped like whirls of wind and big, blue metallic eyes.

Tsurugi Kyousuke, a bizarre-looking guy with spiky navy blue hair with an awkward curled ponytail in the back, and curled spiral-shaped ringlets at the side. A brown-haired boy named Shindou Takuto was there too.

There was also a boy who had an average height, with dark brown hair and glossy eyes. He somewhat appeared to be nice and polite, but there was just something about him that he cannot pin-point… His name was Matatagi Hayato, was it?

Sakura was a girl with light pink hair which resembled cherry-blossoms; a small girl by the name of Konoha; a deductive boy called Minaho Kazuto; a genius (or was he?) who apparently wears eyeglasses named Manabe Jinichirou; Tetsukado, a teammate with all of his maroon-colored hair alternatively braided; and a light brunette whose name was Kusaka.

None of them seemed interesting nor special in Ibuki's eyes. They were all the same. He could hear some of them chattering with each other; others chose to remain silent.

Among the crowd, Ibuki felt a little uncomfortable deep within. Was it probably because of the nagging feeling in the pits of his stomach? There was just something off about the whole atmosphere.

The ambitious white-haired boy couldn't help but feel as if something else was missing.

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Ibuki sighs.

Soccer was so new to him.

It was far more different compared to the previous sport he always played.

The new sport didn't seem to fit his style.

He was placed in front of the goal where the soccer ball was supposed to go in and he had to catch it as instructed.

But according to what Ibuki had just thought a few seconds ago, soccer was like some kind of sport played in another galaxy. He did follow the instructions at first. He caught the white ball with black pentagon spots after a few attempts and tries.

Though, was he supposed to dribble the ball after he managed to catch it or something…?

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Everything just felt so different. It was a new feeling, even for Ibuki.

This whole thing was very hard; he was starting to regret accepting this offer.

If Haruka had been here, he would have already gained enough confidence to brave through all of this mess.

But fate doesn't care.

Ibuki sighs once more. Oh… he was kidding himself. He'll never see Haruka ever again…

Not ever.

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Fate doesn't care.

Ibuki shoves those three words back into his mouth once he realized that fate does care.

But why does it have to be so painful?

After practice was over today, he was wiped out. While sitting on a bench and drinking a bottle of water, he heard a door slam open, which caught his attention and made his eyes glance towards the source without moving his head.

The water bottle he was once holding collided against the ground when he saw who stepped out of the door.

Downy black hair, deep crimson eyes and a slightly masculine built… He just couldn't believe his eyes.

It was Mizashi Haruka.

His child hood friend. Best friend. Life supporter. The apple of his eye.

His heart was palpitating in fast beats. He felt overjoyed and so excited to see her face again after for so many days. Ibuki grinned so big, it reached his ears and threatened to cut his face in half.

However, in a matter of seconds, that smile was wiped off of his face when he saw the next person step out of the door after Haruka.

Shindou Takuto, that brunette boy whom he just met today.

Haruka was smiling, laughing. She looked so happy and sunny. And that Shindou guy seemed to be the reason.

They were laughing with huge smiles on their faces.

They were walking away together.

Together.

And it hurt like hell.


And it all ends here! For now.

Once again, I am extremely sorry for the lack of fast updates. I was supposed to continue this further, but I just remembered that I had a bunch of assignments to complete and lessons to review. And, I am terribly sorry if the chapters I have written so far are short and can only reach a number of 1,000+ words.

I still can't guarantee whether the next update will come in right away or late.

But anyways, thank you for reading!