Endou and the rest of Raimon are up against a new enemy. In order to make their team as strong as possible, they travel around the globe to visit old friends. But where have they all gone? Why can't they remember Raimon? Will Raimon's journey end before it can even start?
Theta rubbed a hand over his eyes tiredly, watching as the rest of the team divided. The majority of the girls were looking around the school curiously, fawning over the boys' uniforms and awing at the massive gray-brick buildings that formed Ridgeback High. Most of the walls of the buildings had been covered in thick green ivy, and while there was a road leading through the gates to get in, now there was only grass. Behind the school, you could see a vibrant forest, and hear the distant sound of running water.
Honestly, he didn't care about 'Ichinose Kazuya'; he could care less about Inazuma Eleven in general. He knew the Truth, but the connection between that and the japanese soccer team was dim-if existent at all. In his opinion, they should simply keep spreading the Truth until everyone was enlightened. After all, the Truth had saved his life. Theta was sure it would save the lives of others, too.
However, his superiors felt differently, enough so that they determined the fate of Inazuma Eleven to be destruction. Theta wasn't sure how he felt about this-the entire reason he'd joined Sigma was to help people like him. So he'd decided that he would go along with what the others were doing without actually participating, and then slip away when they destroyed Raimon. After all, I'm not powerful enough to change the things around me without help... He grimaced slightly and turned to look around the school. Even this place holds dark secrets. He grimaced and folded his arms, watching unimpressed as Kiyoko, one of their better defenders, approached a boy with a bright smile and gentle ambience and promptly smothered the information she wanted out of him. Then again, so do we.
"That was great!" He turned to look out of the corner of his eye. Down at the soccer field, two kids had begun to kick the soccer ball back and forth. They were decent-by average standards-but Theta was able to recognize improvement continually throughout their session. One was definitely better than the other, but kept his partner going with a positive attitude and motivational comments.
The boy on the receiving end of the compliment grinned, but flailed as his partner kicked the ball back faster than expected. The soccer ball rolled off of the field and came to a rest by Theta's feet.
"Sorry, miss! Would you mind throwing that back?" The second player, the one who had missed the pass, was blushing as he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. It took less than a second for Theta to realize that he'd been called a girl, and a fraction of that time to move his leg back and pass back to them. The ball sailed impressively through the air before landing mere inches in front of the first player, who looked up through blue sports glasses in shock before grinning. Theta watched with an emotionless face as the first player grabbed his partner by the elbow and jogged over, eyes gleaming in excitement.
No. Theta thought to himself. I don't want to get involved with you.
"That was awesome!" The goggled boy exclaimed, pointing back to the soccer ball. Theta's eyes followed indifferently.
"It wasn't my best." He replied simply. The other boy looked shocked before grabbing onto his hand and leaning forward.
Theta, since learning the Truth, hadn't had physical contact with anyone. It was mostly due to the fact that the girls had known automatically that he was a boy and loved to dress him up and play with him, leading him to avoid them. Just as well, the boys, save Delta, hadn't known his gender, and would try to stay away from him simply to respect his privacy just in case. So it was simply his natural reaction to blush and look toward the ground, even though he inwardly reprimanded himself for doing so.
"Will you play soccer with Team Unicorn?" The soccer player asked. "I'm Dylan, and Unicorn's the team I play on. Someone as good at soccer as you has to love it a lot right? So lets play together!" He looked into Theta's eyes earnestly, not letting go of his hand.
"I don't think I should." Theta replied weakly, face still aimed at the ground. If I get too involved, I'll definitely be part of the blame for Raimon's destruction.
"Oh! Is it because you need a uniform? I'm sure I could ask one of the girls if they have an extra. We dorm here, so they'd be able to get one pretty quickly. What size are you, small? Or maybe-" He let go of Theta's hand as his partner punched him in the shoulder.
"Dylan!" The boy exclaimed. "You can't ask a girl her clothing size, it's rude!" Theta was getting more and more uncomfortable with the situation. It would be easier to simply not play, but he doubted 'Dylan' would let that happen.
"I have a uniform with me." He replied, slowly regaining his calm atmosphere.
"Oh? You go to school here? Why aren't you wearing your uniform?" Dylan asked, laughing loudly as his partner tried to protest his intrusive manners.
"I have come with my team from Japan. I have my own team's uniform with me." Theta said, trying to leave no end open to conversation.
Dylan wasn't catching the drift. He threw a cheerful arm around Theta's shoulders and began guiding him back to the soccer field. Briefly, the violet-eyed forward glanced back to see if his teammates were still wandering around the front gates, but they were gone, most likely in search of the cafeteria or attendance office.
It took a minute for Theta to realize that the quiet noise in the back of his mind was actually Dylan talking. "-okay?"
What? "Sure." Uncertain of how to reply, Theta answered quietly and watched with a blank expression as the un-introduced player jogged into one of the buildings, leaving him alone with Dylan, who had taken out his phone and begun flitting through the contacts. After a moment, he pressed a button and held it up to his ear.
"Dylan! I'm in class right now! What do you need?" The voice whispered harshly from over the phone, and Theta froze before snapping his attention to the mobile device. No. I'm not going to get involved. He thought determinedly. I can't let Asetawa see me with him. Because, while the phone's receiver was terrible and the fuzz barricading the voice's speech was thick, the voice itself was unmistakable.
It was the voice of Ichinose Kazuya.
"Wait!" Kidou whipped around to see Gazelle sprinting up the hill, where the Inazuma bus had been cleaned and parked. The rain soaked through the white-haired boy's shirt, and under one arm was a blue and black soccer ball. However, it was the green haired boy running alongside him that had spoken.
Kidou waited patiently for them to catch up to him. The rest of the team was already inside the bus drying themselves off, leaving him alone with the Aliea soccer players; he had plenty of time to hear them out. When they finally came to a stop, Gazelle took the soccer ball and held it out with one hand.
"Take it." He said quietly, but there was a demanding underbelly in his tone.
Kidou, unsure of what else to do, took it.
"It takes you wherever you want to go, just tap it with your foot and think of the place you want to be." Midorikawa explained, before his eyes fell to the ground. "I...I can relate to how Someoka's feeling, not being able to help the person you love is worse than Hiroto realizes." Kidou watched, feeling surprised that Midorikawa had been able to piece that much together with so little time to speak with Raimon. "I'm going to try and calm Hiroto down. He wasn't thinking clearly." The green-haired soccer player then smiled briefly and held up a hand in informality before turning back and running back to the Academy. Gazelle hesitated, watching Kidou through steely blue eyes.
"When you find Aphrodi, call me." He said eventually, holding out a slip of paper with a phone number printed on it. Kidou nodded in confirmation, and swore he could almost see Gazelle smile a little before the other boy turned and began walking back, letting the rain soak him completely.
