Hello~!

I had the idea for this fic long ago and today I woke up thinking about it, so I had to put it on paper! I love Kurama, he's one of my fav characters in Go and I thought this fic would be best to start sharing the ones that I have starring my little snake boy ❤️

Oh and as you can see this one is already translated, yey! It's pretty late & I'm a little tired but since I wanted to post this I used GT to translate it, the translation wasn't that bad so I just fixed some really awfull sentences. I think it came out well, I hope you like it, I'll start doing this with my future fics so tell me if you like it ^^ If I made mistakes, please tell me, it's been really long since I last wrote in english and sometimes I get confused on how to use the verbs (past tense and that stuff, yeah, silly, I know, but well lol) so feel free to correct me all you want! Well let's stop talking and start reading, as always thank you so much for your reviews&views, enjoy your reading! ^^

Disclaimer: Inzauma Eleven GO doesn't belong to me.


It had been a couple of hours since I had gone to bed, but I still couldn't sleep. I was pacing back and forth trying to find the best position, but that wasn't what kept me from sleeping, it was the cold. I had placed all the blankets on the bed under the duvet, but clearly they were not enough. Although I doubted that three thin blankets and a duvet would suffice to warm me up on this cold winter night. I twirled for the last time and curled up as much as I could, hugging my legs against my chest, I didn't care that it was an uncomfortable position, all I wanted was to warm my body so I could have a good night's sleep. A few minutes later the arm I was lying on began to ache. My body was still frozen. I was beginning to believe that my destiny was to stay overnight. Suddenly I heard a loud noise, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground. I looked at the table clock, it was three o'clock in the morning. I felt a chill in my back.

"An Intruder."

I stood still and tried to sharpen my ear so I could hear better. If it really was an intruder, which I wished with all my might wasn't true, he would surely make a noise again as he walked around the house looking for whatever it was that he intended to take, although I was sure that I had nothing of great value, not even in my room.

I waited a few minutes, checking the time on the clock, but I couldn't hear anything. Surely it would have been some object that fell from the table or from a shelf because it was misplaced. Or so I thought until I heard another knock. My heart stopped. I didn't have many options; I could stay in my room and ignore the noises, pretending to be asleep. At some point the intruder would have to leave, even if he did it empty-handed. The other option I had wasn't so simple and pleasant, on the contrary, it was, how should I put it, suicidal: face him. I didn't know what was worse, to hear him walk around the house imagining what objects he would be keeping in his backpack as he checked every piece of furniture, not knowing which room he could go into after finishing examining the living room, or walking blindly in the dark fearing of stumbling into something and making noise, alarming him. I didn't know how he would react, whether he would escape where he came in or whether he would follow the noise until he found me and...

I covered my head with the blankets, just the thought of it made my heart beat faster. I was determined, I would wait for him to leave, face him would be too risky. While I waited under the security of my blankets for the intruder to leave, I began to feel a draft of cold air. I was sure that I had closed the window of the room before going to bed, otherwise I would have been made into an ice cube. I opened a small space between the blankets to be sure, but before I could look in the direction of the window, I saw something that left me more frozen than I already was: the door to my room was open. That's it, it was a dead end. Ignoring a closed room means preventing yourself from being caught, but if the door's open and you can see that there is clearly someone sleeping in the bed ¿Why would you ignore it? The ideal would be to kill the victim and then escape. That's what he would do when he started investigating the hallway. I felt a void in my stomach, now I had no escape.

The house remained silent for a few minutes, which I used to analyze my situation. ¿What's worse, dying fighting my killer while trying to save myself or letting him kill me while I "sleep"? I didn't have to think much, the answer was clear, there was only one thing I could do: face him.

His silence worried me, but the worst thing was that there was only one way to know what the reason was: leaving my room. I got out of bed trying to make as little noise as possible and walked to the door. Before looking at the corridor I noticed a long shadow in my wardrobe, I got closer slowly to see the object better and discovered that it was a tennis racket.

"¿What's this doing in my room?"

I was sure it was not mine but I did not know why it was here either. Before I could concentrate more on the source of the object, I heard a few steps followed by a heavy knock and a groan of pain. I swallowed hard and picked up the racket firmly. I slowly thrust my head into the hallway, it was dark and the only light came from the living room that was almost at the end of the hall. I braced myself and began to walk carefully towards the room.

As I approached I tried to see what was happening inside, but the open space of the sliding door was not enough to give me a complete view of the room. When I got close to the door I took a few seconds to try to calm myself, which was in vain. My heart was beating soundly and my legs were shaking, I was sure that I would scream at the slightest noise and would run without looking where I was going, which would result in my face stamped against the front door. I moved closer to the open space and took a look inside, my eyes immediately fixed on a dark bulk beside the sofa. It was him. Judging from the size I figured he'd be on his back. I waited a few seconds for him to move, as he did not I decided to enter. I slipped through the open space and walked slowly towards the center of the room. I was holding the racket firmly in front of me, in case I needed to defend myself.

I stopped at a considerable distance; the intruder did not seem to notice me as he remained in the same position. I almost breathed a sigh of relief, but the fear of being heard helped me hold it. The fact that he did not move made me even more nervous. I had to seize the moment and attack from behind. The adrenaline of the moment gave me the courage I needed to raise the racket in the air, but before I could use it to hit the intruder, he moved and began to rise. I froze. I watched fearfully as he stood in front of me clumsily, which struck me as strange. He staggered slightly until he regained his balance and posture. I felt a cold in the back: he was much taller than me. He would definitely win in a melee fight. Before I could think what to do, the figure began to spin in my direction. Despite the distance I could not see his face in the dark, all I could do was scream.

"¡GE-GET O-OUT OF M-MY HOUSE! ¡I-I HAVE A WE-WEAPON AND I-I WON'T DO-DOUBT IN U-USING IT!" The intruder remained motionless for a few seconds until he began to walk towards me. "¡S-STAY AWAY FR-FROM ME!" I closed my eyes and moved the racket in the air trying to defend myself, but I lost my balance and fell back. As a defense mechanism I curled up and placed the racket over my head, as if that were enough to protect me.

"¿Kurama?" I opened my eyes immediately. I knew that voice. Almost immediately I felt his hands on my body. "Kurama ¿are you okay?" I got up and walked to the wall, after turning on the switch I turned towards the center of the room and I saw him, kneeling between the sofa and the small table.

"Minamisawa ¡¿what the hell are you doing here?!" It took him a little getting his eyes to adjust to the light and even more to find me, but when he did, he grinned from ear to ear.

"Kurama, there you aaaaaare." His voice was a little weird and I did not understand why he extended his last word.

"Yes, I'm here, in my house ¿what are you doing here? ¿How did you get in?" Even after discovering the intruder's identity, my heart was still pounding.

"Hmmm…" He folded his arms and grimaced thoughtfully. "Oh yeah, the window was open so I got in." He smiled cheerfully. "You should be careful, there are dangerous people who… ¡HIC!"

"¿Are you drunk?" I started to approach him as he continued his dialogue.

"Could get in and ¡HIC!… Rob you"

"Yeah, just like you." As soon as I crouched beside him I felt a strong odor. "Ugh you reek of alcohol, ¿what were you thinking? You scared the hell out of me" He was looking at me smiling, although I wasn't sure if he really saw me. "¿What am I supposed to do with you?"

"¿Can I stay?"

"Of course not, I'll call a cab to pick you up and take you home." Before I could stand he took my hand firmly.

"No." He was looking at me seriously, for a moment I doubted he was really drunk. "I don't wanna go home, I want to stay here." The worst of all was that I knew him. Once he puts something in his head there's no way to change his mind. I sighed.

"Alright, you can stay." He smiled. "I'll go get some blankets and a pillow."

I got up and walked back to my room. The fright had passed, I felt calmer now, but now I had another problem. I stopped in front of the bed. Two pillows, three blankets and a duvet were all I had, giving him a pillow would be no problem, but if three blankets had not been enough to protect me from the cold, I do not know what I would do with two. Nor could I let him die of cold with just one and even more if he would be sleep on the sofa in the living room. I spent some time debating what to do. At the end I couldn't come up with an option that would benefit us both. I was about to give up and go back to tell him that he would have to go home when I saw him walk past me and get into the bed. It took him a couple of seconds to snuggle under the blankets.

"Mmm… your bed is comfy." He huddled even more. Getting him out would cost me too much work.

"¿You like it?" I asked indignantly. "Keep it; I'll go sleep in the living room." As soon as I finished talking, he pulled me by the arm.

His reaction was so fast that when I realized I was lying next to him. After covering both of us with the blankets, he came up to me and hugged me, covering part of my body with his.

"Let's live together." He whispered against my ear, making my heart skip a beat. "I can't stand the silence."

I started to feel nervous and once again, it was his fault. I could not sort my thoughts, everything happened too fast. Suddenly I began to feel my body begin to warm up little by little. I didn't had to think hard to realize why. It was him. The warmth of his body was slowly melting the ice from mine, giving me a pleasant sensation. It was harder for me to keep my eyes open but I couldn't sleep, I had to wake Minamisawa and tell him to go home.

"But he's so warm." My eyes surrendered. "Just for tonight."