Uwaaaaaaaaaaaah! Really late update! I'm so sorry, everyone! Sorry for making you guys wait! I got stuck in the middle, you see. It wasn't until later I had the idea of Ros- Okay. No spoilers. Read on! Read on! I don't own IE!

The warmth of sunlight streamed into the room through the window, splashing onto Fubuki's pale grey fur. He sat up on the floorboards, bathing in the early beams of the sun. He widened his fanged mouth in a soundless yawn. He'd barely slept last night. Fudou was playing some hard metal music in his room, which was just next to Fubuki's. Fubuki knew that the volume wasn't supposed to be very loud, but the low thudding beats of the base drums continued on into the night, and with Fubuki's magnified hearing, it was just plain torture.

Another anti-soccer day, he thought, stretching out a hind leg. Why did he have to inherit the DNA? Why oh why oh whyyyyyyy… Arghhhhhhhhh…

Fubuki glanced at his clock on the small bedside table. 6:00 am. Again. He sat down on the wooden floorboards, studying his front paws, bored. Wait. There seemed to be something different about them. Fubuki looked at them closely and sniffed at them suspiciously. His paws were now a cross between ands and paws. They were fingered, but covered with pale grey fur, and his nails were so long and curved that they resembled claws. It was a strangely gross sight.

He'd have to be careful not to scare anyone today, especially Haruna, or Kidou would tan his hide and he would wallow in misery and pain forever and ever into eternity.

He twisted his head to check his hind paws, to find that his paws now resembled fur-covered toes with claw-like nails.

It was horrible. Plain horrible.

Great. People would really freak out if they noticed. Now he hated his part- human form more than ever. He wasn't a wolf. He wasn't a human. He was a freaking werewolf that was a cross of both.

Sighing mentally, he twisted the doorknob with his right hand-paw and padded out to the corridor silently, trying his best to conceal is hideous hands by scrunching them up.

Fubuki walked down the stairs carefully and into the empty living room, only to find that it wasn't empty.

Someoka's husky, sweaty scent drifted over to him. The pink-haired striker's heavy breathing was unnaturally loud to him, filling the whole room with its harsh sounds.

Fubuki peeked at Someoka from behind a wall. He was facing away from him, looking out to the window. Fubuki sneaked into the living room quietly, careful not to make any noise. He placed his hand-paws carefully in front of him, taking step by step slowly. He took great care not to let his claws scrape the floor. He lifted his tail slightly from the floorboards, so as not to let it brush on the wood.

His heart pounded as he crept upon his friend. The wood was smooth and cool underneath him.

Finally. He was just a few feet away. He crouched down, gathering strength in his hind legs. And he launched himself at Someoka.

Someoka "oof"ed in surprise as he bundled into his back..

"What the heck do you think you're doing, you huge furry ball?"

Fubuki blinked innocently at him, widening his eyes, knowing that it could melt people easily. "Just wanted to say good morning. I guess I ran a bit too fast."

"Too fast my ass," Someoka grumbled, ruffling his fur roughly, a light pink dusting his tan cheeks. "Stop showing off."

"Am not. Just wanted to surprise you, really. I was also practicing my prey-stalking skills. If I don't do some practice, I'll end up with no food. And I'm very sure you won't want that to happen~"

Someoka "hmph"ed and patted the space on the sofa next to him, looking away awkwardly.

Fubuki smiled inwardly and settled down next to his friend. "Yes?"

Someoka was silent for a while. "You spend way too much time with Gouenji. And Hiroto."

"Are you jealous?" Fubuki asked rather bluntly.

"… no…"

"Are you sure?"

"… well… maybe I am. To be honest."

"Well, here I am, to spend time with you." Fubuki gave his friend a wolfy smile. "You can be honest with me too."

Someoka grinned back at him. "So… how's life?"

"Boring. Nothing much, really."

"What do you do in there, I mean in the forest?"

"I never told you?"

Someoka huffed impatiently. "No. Apparently you were only opening yourself up to Gouenji. We're friends too, right?"

Fubuki nodded. "Yeah. I just mainly run around, do a bit of exploring, and hunt in the woods. Really boring. So… How's soccer practice?"

"Tough. That old guy wants us to come up with something new. Said that what we have now isn't enough."

"Have you tried anything yet?"

"Yeah. Gouenji and I tried to work on something new together, but we kept getting duds."

"How about you try something with Hijikata-kun?"

"Did that too. But seems that super four-legged stamps and dragons don't mix."

Fubuki laughed aloud since two days. "What about trying out with Kazemaru-kun? Or Hiroto-kun?"

Someoka sighed. "Nothing seems to work."

Fubuki blinked sympathetically. "I'm sure it will. Just you wait. I'll be back in practice in no time."

"Yeah." Someoka placed a hand on the top of his head.

A new scent drifted over. Fubuki turned around to see Fuyuka behind them. "Good morning," he said, struggling to hide his hand-paws.

"Morning," she replied, smiling at the both of them. "Do you want to go out, Fubuki-kun?"

"Yes, I do. Can you open the door for me?" Fubuki asked, unconsciously putting up his puppy-wolf face.

Fuyuka giggled and nodded her approval. "Sure!"

"See you later at lunch, then, Someoka-kun," Fubuki said, nuzzling his friend briefly before turning to follow the purple-haired girl out of the lodge.

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He ought to get himself his own territory. It was no good just wandering around. Best to have a small area just to himself. Even though Lincott Island was just temporary, he needed somewhere stable, a place to stay at.

Fubuki made his way through the forest once again, this time slowly, drinking in all the scents around him, picking up all the sounds nearby. He needed somewhere away from Charles's pack, or he'd risk Charles getting angry at him for stealing his future territory, or Sandy having all over him. And it should be somewhere usually undetected by larger animals like bears, with a source of water.

Leaping over a log, Fubuki slid into the undergrowth, scaring a few birds in the process.

A familiar smell hit him. Charles. So this was part of Charles's territory. Fubuki quickly retreated for his personal safety.

He weaved around the maze of trees, keeping alert for unclaimed territory and attackers.

Once or twice, a strange scent reached him, mostly at places near rivers and lakes. It was strange to describe, a little water-ish, wet scent, somewhat a bit like a cross between a turtle and a duck (A/N: Kappas! XD). Wary of the unknown creature, Fubuki stayed away from it.

Finally, he was faced with completely unfamiliar land. Here, the thicket was much denser, and there was no scent of other animals that may compete for territory with him. Steeling his nerves and pricking his ears, he stepped through the overhead canopy of leaves and branches to a large clearing. Sunlight flowed onto the stretch of tall grass, splashing into the pond in the center, making its smooth surface reflect the bright light. Butterflies waltzed through the air, dancing among the brilliantly coloured flowers that grew in clusters in the grass. The trees around the clearing spoke of life and joy. (A/N: Oh, since when have I been so sentimental?)

A sudden rush of possessiveness surged through Fubuki. Never had he ever felt something as strong as that. He suddenly had the urge to mark the place as his own. Stalking proudly, albeit out-of-character-ed-ly, into the clearing, he marked his own scent around the large patch of grass.

Fubuki made himself comfortable on the grass, lazily watching the branches above him sway in the light breeze, dappling the soft grass with golden light from the sun.

A couple of squirrels scurried down the trunk of a towering oak, chattering and chasing each other in circles on the grass. They skipped over to Fubuki, curiously sniffing out his tail. Fubuki smiled inwardly and swept his tail lazily over the grass. Startled, the two animals hopped away, but remained at a distance.

This was sure a nice spot.

He suddenly felt tired. Really tired. Probably from the previous sleepless night and his too-early wake-up habit. He made himself comfortable in the grass, curling up in a shaded spot. His eyes drooped shut and his consciousnesses faded into the all-consuming darkness, weightless and boundless.

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Fubuki woke from his nap, wishing that he didn't. He was having one of the best dreams he ever had. In his dream, he was back in his human form, playing soccer. With Gouenji. Just Gouenji…

He was almost embarrassed.

His heart beat faster when he thought about the flame striker once again.

Great. Now he was being really, really weird. And he was already weird to start with. He had split personality disorder, he talked to his dead twin brother mentally, and said dead twin brother used to constantly possess him, he saw ghosts, wore scarves when it was 30 degrees Celsius, his hair could change shape on its own accord, then he found out that he was a werewolf, and he was gay. And he was gay for someone totally his opposite. He was shy, passive and a perfectionist, and his element was snow/ice based, while Gouenji was calm, brave and extremely passionate about soccer. Not to mention that he was a fire-based person.

Now he was asking to be melted.

Fubuki snorted at his own lame gag. But hey, it sort of made sense. If he really, really liked Gouenji, and Gouenji really, really liked him too, then Gouenji would be melting him in water soon enough. Then it won't be Eternal Blizzard anymore. Maybe Eternal Tsunami. What kind of name was that…? Fubuki mentally face-palmed. He was probably thinking too much. And his thoughts were getting more and more random by each passing minute.

Without soccer, homework or studies to concentrate on, his mind was wandering over matters he usually didn't go into. Fubuki wondered vaguely if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Maybe it was a good thing, and he'd be contemplating every single matter in life if he stayed stuck in this four-legged, furry, tailed form, then he could become a philosopher. And continue contemplating every single matter in life until he died. How nice. Not.

Or maybe it was a bad thing. He'd think too much, then get into depression (again) and start tormenting himself over every little tiny problem he had. Oh, and then he might start wearing Atsuya's scarf, and Atsuya starts possessing him again. Then Endou and Gouenji would have to start their soccer therapy sessions all over again (which includes getting hit in the gut by flaming soccer balls, and given motivational speeches once every fifteen minutes). Or something.

Now he was really thinking too much.

But, having time to think like this was kind of nice.

However, it has its ups and downs.

Like roller coasters. When those trains/carts went up the hill, it'll crawl slowly, slowly upwards in a snail pace that gets you impatient. When you looked down, everything would be the size of sesame seeds, the when it reaches the top, it'll sort of give a little jolt, then fly down the rail at breakneck speed. You could practically feel yourself floating up in your seat, to shoot up into the air and fall down to the ground way, way below… but just before you manage fly off into space to find Uldiva's space penguins, the seatbelt around you would keep you safe, and you'd just end up either screaming your head off or whooping like a maniac.

And talking about roller coaster riders whooping like maniacs, that sounded like something Atsuya would do. Like the time he first scored a goal with Eternal Blizzard, he whooped so loudly that Fubuki swore people from the other side of the town could hear his twin brother yelling, "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I DID IT WHOOOOOOT I DID IT I DID IT! WOOOOOO HOOOOO! LOOK BRO I ROCK THE SAKKA FIELD YESSSSSSS!"

Plus, not to mention that Hiroto has the habit of shouting "Yo man!" when he scores a goal or wins a match when playing Wii Strikers.

And apparently, the virtual Fubuki in the Inazuma Eleven NDS game had the tendency to summersault and punch the air whenever he scores a goal, and, the most notable fact was that, virtual Gouenji was almost always next to him, randomly jumping and clapping.

Okay. Were was he?

Standing up, Fubuki stretched every single limb slowly. He wanted to hunt. Slinking out into the forest, Fubuki began to look for small animals. Surprisingly, there wasn't much prey today. He couldn't hear much of the rustling of bushes, or the low, scratching noises of paws underground.

He caught a faint whiff of rabbit.

Silently, he followed the scent, finally finding its source.

It was unaware of the danger behind it, just casually hopping here and there, nibbling the grass here, sniffing a flower there. A plan immediately came to his mind. He would stalk the rabbit, then corner it at a greater stretch of land. Then it wouldn't have any place to hide in. He could give chase and catch it.

The rabbit's ears twitched as it listened to nearby dangers. Fubuki became still. Absolutely still. He stopped all his movements, holding his breath, freezing his entire being into a statue. The rabbit seemed to shrug nonchalantly, still not noticing Fubuki just a few meters away, then bound to a tree base to nibble at a mushroom growing there.

The wind direction was perfect. Fubuki could sniff out the rabbit's forest-ish, meaty smell easily, but it couldn't scent him.

Slowly, the rabbit hopped towards the river, still unaware of Fubuki, standing right there behind him, all wolfly calmness and posture. Fubuki never knew that he could be that patient.

Finally, the rabbit's backside was completely facing him. Fubuki snuck up onto it soundlessly, springing upon it. The rabbit, startled, started to escape, but he was faster. He caught up easily in two bounds, pinning the animal to the ground with a paw. He closed his eyes and gave the killing bite, splattering blood over the nearby grass – as well as his muzzle – in the process.

Hunting status: Success.

Picking up his kill, he moved to behind a bush to eat his meal.

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A new scent washed over him, and there was a rustle in the bushes near him.

Fubuki pricked his ears, feeling himself growing alert.

A pair of black beady eyes blinked from the darkness of the bush, and their owner slid out from behind the ferns.

It was a fox.

Its red and white fur glowing softly in the dappled sunlight, and there was something… pretty about its long, thin face, completed with those small, black eyes. It was smaller than he was, but not by much.

"It's Fubuki Shirou-chan, isn't it?" A girl's voice came from the fox's open jaws.

"H-how do you know?"

"Oh, I listen. Please… can I share the rabbit with you? I'm hungry, and I can't find any prey…"

"Sure… but who are you?"

"My name," the fox said. "Is Rosie. I'm a werefox. To be honest, I've been sort of following you for these three days."

Fubuki nodded, trying to seem friendly. Internally, he was worried. What was about this Rosie? Why did she, this werefox, have to try to befriend him, a werewolf? And what's with the stalking? He had a bad feeling about this.

"So… please? May I?" Rosie took a step closer towards him. Her voice had become slightly breathy, like she was trying to seduce him or something.

"Y-yeah… sure?" Fubuki took a step back, quickly on guard. There was something weird about this girl werefox called Rosie, and he didn't like it. He usually liked the company of girls, but this particular one made him feel uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. He tore the rabbit into half, giving Rosie the bigger half. "Here," he said, trying to sound friendly. "Have this half."

"Thank you~" Rosie said. "Thank you so much~" She happily picked up the piece of flesh, and began to eat.

"No problem," Fubuki said. "I'll find another place to eat, then." He picked up his own half and made to walk away, but a soft touch of Rosie's paw on his flank made him pause.

"Stay here with me, Shirou-chan," Rosie crooned in a sickly sweet tone, long-lashed black eyes fluttering rapidly. "Please, Shirou-chan~"

Inwardly, Fubuki wanted to turn away from this flirty fox, but he forced himself to put up a friendly act. "Sure," he said quickly. "And please, just call me Fubuki."

"But doesn't Shirou sound sweeter? Ne, Shirou-chan?" Rosie trilled.

"Only my mother will call me Shirou-chan. And you're not my mother," Fubuki couldn't contain himself anymore. This was too much.

"But won't you allow a cute, pretty girl like me to?"

"Only my mother will call me Shirou-chan," Fubuki repeated. "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you can't call me that."

"Whyyyy?" Rosie questioned in that sicky sweet voice of hers.

Fubuki did not answer, but took a step backwards.

"Whyyyy?" There was a pale pink flash, and an extremely shapely, beautiful fourteen-year-old girl was pouting at him, a lock of brownish red waist-length hair falling into her large, black, thickly-lashed eyes. She shifted her position on the ground, so he had a full view of her huge cleavage, barely covered by her deep neck spaghetti strap red gypsy dress.

Unaffected by her attempt to seduce him, he calmly picked up his piece of rabbit, whipped around, and stalked into the bushes. He wouldn't fall for that foxgirl, when he already had his eyes on Gouenji. He didn't care how sexy or pretty this Rosie was; she held no interest for him, well she might, if she had spiky platinum blond hair, slanted dark liquid brown eyes that burned with internal flames, or if she was taller than he was, and had a deep, reassuring voice, and was the ace striker of Inazuma Japan, who'd helped him to revive his true self, who'd pulled him back into his right mind with his rough, tanned, warm hand.

Which Rosie is none of the above. Okay. Maybe she played soccer, but it was impossible that she was the fiery, passionate ace of their team.

He proceeded to chow down his food, undisturbed by the strange werefox.

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The afternoon seemed to stretch on forever. Fubuki could sense Rosie constantly nearby, perhaps behind a rose bush, or just on the other side of the river, barely concealed among the green, leafy plants, bright red-brown fur standing out, or peeking out at him from behind a tree trunk. That girl was getting annoying.

Before he knew it, he'd come to the brow of a hill just a little way off the forest. There, he had the full view of the sea, and the sunset. He was just starting to admire the beauty of the scene, when he heard Rosie's footsteps behind him.

He lost his patience. "Rosie! Stop following me!"

"Whyyyy?" Rosie said breathlessly.

"Look, if you really feel like seducing someone, why don't you just find some other guy down in Red Matador's lodge?"

"But I like you. And you only," Rosie whispered. "I need you by my side." Her voice seemed convincing enough, but the scent of slyness hung around her, and Fubuki wasn't fooled.

"I'm sorry, then. I like someone else. Go find someone more handsome," Fubuki bit back a snarl. This Rosie was really getting on his nerves. And now she was trying to use him for something. He could tell.

"But-"

"That's enough!" Fubuki growled. It took all his human control to fight down the wild desire to tear the offending werefox to pieces.

"You don't have to pretend." Rosie murmured. "Let your feelings flow. I know you do like me. I know you love me. That's why you're acting like this. I know you better than you think."

"You're so wrong then," Fubuki let his long-hidden sense of sarcasm flow instead of his 'feelings for Rosie'. "I just met you today. How do you expect me to fall in love with you at first sight? I like someone else already, and I'm sick of you trying to seduce me."

"Is that so?" Rosie's fox eyes narrowed, and she sprang towards him. From her movements of her lower body, Fubuki could tell that she was trying to force him to mate with her. Snarling, he fled down the hill, pelting into the forest at full speed. He could hear Rosie giving chase. And damn, she was fast. She was catching up in no time, and trees leapt out of her way when she ran.

Then he realized.

Rosie had magic. She was probably a fox witch, not a werefox.

Damn.

DAMN.

Spotting a large boulder, he raced over and hid behind it, hoping that she wouldn't see him.

He could smell Rosie's scent, becoming human. He could see her bright red gypsy dress flowing in the forest breeze and she held a broom in a hand; pink magic crackling in another. "You can't escape from me, little werewolf," her voice grew louder as she drew closer. "I'll change you back into a human, and I'll make you mine."

As quietly and quickly as he could, he turned and shot towards the exit of the forest.

"Aha! Found you!" Rosie's voice came from not far behind. There was a whistle of wind, and she was speeding towards him on her broom, red hair flying out behind her, shining with pink magic. It was a strangely beautiful but terrifying sight.

Fubuki bunched up his muscles, and he forced himself to run faster and faster. Who knows what that witch was going to do with him?

The stretch of trees seemed to last for eternity.

He finally burst out of the trees, right into a shocked Gouenji. "Gouenji-kun! Be careful!" He knocked Gouenji out of the way just as Rosie flew out two seconds later, her surprisingly strong hands holding tight to his body. Snarling, Fubuki twisted his neck to bite her hands, but she held on tighter. He couldn't do anything, except to kick and struggle fruitlessly.

"You. What are you doing to Fubuki?" Gouenji's voice was deathly calm. Knowing Gouenji well enough, Fubuki felt the flame striker's worry and anger boil under the calm façade.

"Not much," Rosie shrugged, still holding on to him. "Just claiming my future husband."

"Future husband?" Gouenji repeated in that calm tone.

"Yes. I've claimed Shirou-chan here as my husband."

"Says who?" Fubuki spat, seizing the chance to kick her in the arm. "We just met today. I don't like you. And stop calling me Shirou-chan."

"Says me," Rosie said, head high, hair flying.

"I say no," Gouenji continued. "Hand Fubuki over. He is not yours."

Rosie's eyes narrowed, the magic in her hair crackling. "He. Is. Mine. MINE." A sharp bolt of magic struck the ground between the two of them.

"I don't think Fubuki agrees to that," Gouenji said, his eyebrows furrowing. The internal flame in his eyes burned brighter. "And I would not allow that either."

"Gouenji-kun!" Fubuki gasped.

"Nice friend you got there, haven't you?" Rosie taunted. "Take this!" Another bolt of pink magic shot out of her hair, heading straight for Gouenji, who calmly avoided it. The magic hit a tree behind him, snapping it into two.

"Don't have a sharp eye for aiming, do you?" Gouenji gave a wry smile. Flames were burning from his left foot, and the fire in his eyes glowed impossibly brighter. "You don't have the right to claim him as you own, you bitch," Gouenji's calm expression distorted at the insulting word. "You don't even have the qualification to touch Fubuki. Give my teammate back."

"You…" Rosie reddened in rage, the colour rivaling that of her revealing dress. "You…!" More magic flew from her hair.

But Gouenji was faster. With a strong swipe of his leg, he set Rosie's dress on fire.

As the witch was screaming, Gouenji helped Fubuki up, and the two ran from the scene together.

They both stopped at the beach. Gouenji plopped down onto the sand, and Fubuki sat down beside him.

"What do you think you were doing?" Gouenji asked. "Running into that… girl?"

"I didn't try to run into her!" Fubuki protested. "SHE tried to flirt with me in the first place!"

"She's dangerous! Can't you tell?" Fustration burned in Gouenji's eyes.

"I can! I know she's someone dodgy! That's why I was running FROM her! She was trying to seduce me this whole afternoon! And not to mention that she's stalked me these three days!"

"Stalker fangirl," Gouenji muttered.

"Stalker Fox Witch," Fubuki corrected.

The smallest of smiles broke out on Gouenji's face. "But I'm glad you're okay."

"I'm glad you're okay. That Rosie's insane."

Gouenji hugged Fubuki gently. "Heh," he said quietly.

"Say, why are you out here? Don't you have practice?"

"Practice ended early. Wanted to wait for you."

"…ah…"

"Let's go back," Gouenji said, standing up.

"Un," Fubuki agreed, rising up to follow his crush back to the lodge, with a warm, fluttering feeling in his chest.

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