lol is anyone even reading this anymore?
Don't know...
Well, I just had to get this chapter done since it's been on my mind for so long.
I do not own Inazuma Eleven.
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"Kiyama?" His mother said, rolling the word on her tongue finding it familiar for some reason.
"Yeah, I met this player who looks like me, and was adopted," Milagro said, in English, seeing a flash of something in both of his parents eyes.
"Honey, we know that name don't we?" His mother turned to his father who looked like he was struggling to remember something.
"I'm pretty sure we do, but it been so long that my memory must be failing on me" His father joked.
"You better remember because I can't do all the thinking around here" His mother huffed, making his father shift uncomfortably in denial.
Milagro watched his parents playful batter with love and affection in his eyes, after all these were the people that made him and raised him and loved him from the moment they laid eyes on him, how could not feel affectionate towards his own parents?
He looked at the time and remembered what day it was and know he had to wrap this up soon.
"Bye, Pa, Ma. See you back in America" he said.
"We'll be waiting for you, son" his father said with love in his eyes, he still couldn't get used to having a son that came from his own flesh and blood even after all these years, he had checked frequently when Milagro was a child to make sure he was really there and not a figment of his imagination it wasn't until Milagro was nine that he finally allowed himself to believe Milagro was real.
His mother gave him a kiss goodbye which made his cheeks colour a little bit, even in old age his mother still looked good. "Bye son and make sure to hurry back." his mother said and with that he nodded and ended the video chat on his laptop.
Not a moment too soon because he heard a knock at the door and know it must be his visitor and went to open the door but not before stopping in front of a large mirror and doing his best to tame the wildness that was his hair until giving up and opening the front door to reveal his guest, he was just thankful that he remembered to shave this morning without Haze breathing down his neck.
The self-hypnotism was still working.
"Hello Miss Schiller, do come in?" He said.
Lina Schiller stared while Milagro felt his scar burn.
Chapter 7: The brother who doesn't remember.
Lina Schiller had been through tough times, it started when her mother died shortly after Xavier was born and she was forced to watch the life in her father eyes dim every day which was ironic since Xavier was the one who ended up talking some sense into him no matter how young he was.
With Xavier there, he quickly became Father favourite child because he was his wife last gift to him and supported him with everything he had and the light gradual returned back to his eyes and he began smiling again.
Everything was looking fine despite the lack of a mother in the house which Lina took up and would have continued if it wasn't for Xavier death.
Xavier death not only hit her hard but for her father it was a hundred times worse, he believed Xavier would receive justice but since the incident involved a member of the government, it was quickly swept under the rug and her father turned his despair into hatred.
She watched in shock as her once caring father turned into a monster that just barely even recognised her, he was so angry at everything, sure the visit to the orphanage helped soothe the hate and when he saw Hiroto, he must have thought his son had come back to life but one look at Hiroto eyes made his hopes and dreams shatter right there.
It wasn't Xavier.
But that didn't mean, he couldn't adopt Hiroto and perhaps raise him as Xavier replacement, he know it was wrong and Lina herself found herself disgusted by the idea that her father no doubt had in his mind.
However no matter how similar two people looked, they were never the same.
Hiroto immediately took up soccer but that was where the similarities ended, he didn't do it because he wanted go around the world and become the best there is, no he did it because it made his new father happy to see him kicking the ball and it was because of this desperation for love that drove Hiroto to swarm to their father side even though what the man had in his mind was wrong and it made a crack in their family.
Her father had gone mad and she was determined to stop this madness by taking over the best team in the country and train them to stop her father plans once and for all and for a time being, she overlooked one of her own players suffering and only finally snapped out of it, when the same player ended up unconscious in the hospital.
From that moment on, the team went through several trust issues and the players became less trusting of her and some even were dropping out because of what seemed like an endless assault of teams to the point where they heard Hiroto call her sister.
The team trust was almost destroyed and it was only through their faith in Endo, the captain of the team that they even followed her to her father base of operation for the battle that would decide it all and the truth about Alia Academy was revealed.
Like Xavier before him, Hiroto was the one who finally snapped some sense into their father and open his eyes to see how they were all suffering because of his revenge and exchanged a few tear jerking moments before Lina watched her father getting dragged off to jail but with a content face, knowing he hadn't lost everything and his family was waiting for him when he got out.
Things had settled down and Lina would constantly visit her father in prison and Hiroto himself would visit sometimes and know that one day they would be allowed to touch each other without bars or glass.
Did she ever think about her own dead brother?
It would be a lie if she said, she hadn't, she hoped he was in heaven playing soccer somewhere with that smile and uplifting attitude of his as he made friends with other children.
Than FFI came around.
Anyone who's anyone, would know that an event that involved the whole world would need an equally as massive money behind it which the Japanese government could not hope to fill not even the other governments that it had close relations with, couldn't come up with that kind of cash so for the first time in history, Japan reached out to the richest and the most wealthiest all around the world, promising them that the more they invest, the higher the percentage of earnings the event makes them get.
It was soccer so it was natural, people flocked there so there was profit to be made.
One of the biggest investors was a young genius called Milagro Thompson, she didn't really pay attention to the investors side of the tournament due to training her own team, Neo Japan but in Japan vs America match, she had been forced to.
She had watched as the ball missed and headed straight for the investor stand and know if that ball wasn't stopped then it could mean, the end of the tournament as a whole and teams would be forced to disband and in the worst case scenario, the other countries may think twice before swearing an alliance with Japan and Japan as a whole could go down, hill.
She like many others rushed to try and make it in time, but they all know they were never going to make it and could only watch in terror as the ball became dangerously close.
Then a figure jumped and met the ball head on, jumping ridiculously high and stopping the supercharged shot and sent it back down to the field, averted a crisis that would have left Japan in ruin.
Her heart beat stopped when she got a look at Japan saviour, a young man who couldn't be more than twenty-five years old in what looked like an expensive suit, red hair and green eyes but what made her heart stop all together was the shade of eyes.
They were Xavier's eyes!
She know how unique Xavier eyes were compared to the rest of the world, especially his shade of green, once she thought that, everything became shockingly obvious, as the face she stared into.
She was staring at an older version of her dead brother.
This guy looked around, the same age as Xavier would have, no how was Xavier still alive?
She was there when they buried him!
Everything in her heart, told her that this man was her brother, she couldn't have been mistaken, his appearance, his soccer skills just now and now that she was closer, his voice sounds like what it would have sounded like if Xavier hadn't died.
She became super aware of everything concerning the man, including what the other man next to him was calling him with high levels of respect even though, the other man was clearly much older but it wasn't until the match ended that her body became active again and she immediately want to do some research on the man looking into the Investors in the tournament and it wasn't until she came across one name that made her stop.
Milagro Thompson, a self-made Texas billionaire with a high IQ and the same man face attached to the file as soon as she got a name, information was everywhere including the photo that the paparazzi took off Milagro coming off the plane with his shades on and showing the famous public smile that even her father in the past wore sometimes.
She had to meet him face to face.
She had tried everything from booking an appointment and even trying to 'casually' bump into him but nothing worked, at some point, her brother must have seen her struggle and had asked if she would like to meet the very person she had spent two weeks trying to meet much to her shock to find her brother had met, the man more than once and was casual enough with the man.
She ended up hugging him until Hiroto turned red from lack of air and it wasn't long before he announced, she had could meet him, that night she couldn't sleep thinking about the meeting, would she end up with more questions than answers or would the man cave in and tell her everything she needed to know.
She couldn't just grab the man neck and wring it demanding questions before she broke down and started crying and hugging the man, never letting him go and then whack him on the head again for not contacting his family for so long.
How dare he go under a different name and then not even try to get home!
Then she would get how he was still alive when she had seen his burial and with that in mind, she confidently, walked into the hotel and asked which room was Milagro room and was led there and to her shock it was on the very top floor, just where did all this money come from?
She know Milagro ran a business but she didn't know how successful, as she looked in awe at the delicate carvings on the wall and expensive furniture that she walked passed including rich man and woman, walking down the halls with glasses of Champaign and a staff member trailing after them.
Even the Schiller family as a whole were defiantly not poor but she had never felt so out of the place wearing her usual clothing and it was made obvious with some of the ladies who were in expensive dresses giving her looks of certain disdain as she reached the top floor and her awe didn't end there as she came in view of a very impressive looking gold rimmed door and she wondered if she should encase her fist inside a Napkin to avoid possible damage.
On the way to the door, she encountered a room that was full of paper and when she got a closer look, she found facts and figures on them, obviously an Accountant room.
She knocked on the door and waited what seemed like an eternity with her heart beating loudly in her chest.
The door knob turned and she suddenly had the strong feeling to turn around and walk back to where she was staying.
The first thing she saw was the familiar red hair followed by a man face who looked down at her and she suddenly became aware of the height difference.
"Come in, Miss Schiller," the man said, his voice was familiar yet so very different.
This man didn't know her.
X-Xavier? Lina thought, his eyes were blank just as if meeting a stranger for the first time, where was the 'Onee-san' that she had been expecting? Why did it sound so awkward when he said her last name, better yet, why was he calling her in such a formal way? she asked herself as she slowly got into the very nice looking room that could very well be a whole house.
"Can I offer you anything?" Milagro asked, while he wondered why his scar started burning the moment he saw her, he was heading for the fridge.
"N-no thank you" Lina just manage to get out, her eyes had yet to move from Milagro back who went to the fridge anyway to get a can of coke, no matter where you are, there was always coke, Lina's eyes drifted from Milagro to a picture of a much younger Milagro standing in front of an older looking couple with an annoyed look while both of them wore smiles.
Who? she couldn't help but wonder, the photo wasn't taken in very good quality but the quality was enough to clearly make out what was what.
Milagro sat back on his chair and sat in front of his laptop and almost groaned when he saw how much paperwork, he still had to do while he cracked open his can.
"So Miss Schiller, your brother was very persistent about you meeting me, why?" Milagro turned and he swore he saw hurt flash in her eyes but it must have been his imagination.
Lina quickly pushed down the hurt that came from those words.
Call me Onee-san, like you used too.
"Well I work for the FFI and I was planning on doing an article about what happened in the Japan vs America match" the lie came out as smooth as butter but it didn't stop Milagro eyes narrowing in suspicion, the way he was looking at her made her feel slightly uncomfortable.
"Shouldn't you be talking to the players themselves about this?" Milagro asked, his eyes were not leaving from Lina's face.
"I've already talked to them about it, I just want to get the scoop on the man who stopped the ball from reaching the investor section, that's all," Lina said, getting out a paper and pen to prove she actually intended to write things down.
"Alright, what do you need to know?" Milagro asked, his eyes going to his computer to check his emails.
"I want to know if you have past history with the sport as a whole" this is what Lina generally wanted to know.
"We'll I do, but it's complicated" Milagro admitted "You know I've only ever played soccer when I was younger when I had to do in PE. My teachers told me I was terrifyingly good and that If I keep at it, I would no doubt make it to the big leagues, but I prefer to watch than to play the sport and besides buying the latest soccer equipment and going around the country itself cost money which my parents simply didn't have"
Lina's eyes were in disbelief, to find out Milagro didn't actually like playing the sport and what did he mean by parents? Their father easily handed over money so that Xavier could carry on his dream. "P-parents?" she asked.
Milagro smiled, a smile that wasn't Xavier's as he walked over to the picture on the table and looked at the picture, she almost let herself stare shamelessly as Milagro eyes filled with love as he said. "These are my two parents" pointing at the older couple at the back and Lina mind froze.
"They were much older than the couples that are out there and it was impossible for them to even have a child but they didn't give up for ten years before trying one last time and my mother found out she was pregnant with me. They called me 'Milagro' which meant Miracle and despite being just simple farming folk, they tried everything they could to raise me to the man I am today"
X-Xavier...no that's a lie! It has to be a lie! What is wrong with you!? Do you have different memories? Remember your true self! Lina thought, seeing the look in Milagro eyes were genuine affection, she swallowed the lump in throat and ignored the traits that were now present on Milagro face, she ignored how she could now see Milagro being their child.
To her is was impossible.
"May I ask, how old you are?" Lina said.
"I'm 21, I'm going to be 22 in Ju-" he didn't get to finish that because he was suddenly tackled into a hug by the same woman.
"Xavier.."
XAVIER... Something in his mind just clicked and images that he didn't know existed flocked into his mind.
Milagro remembered Xavier and he also realised what kind of trouble he was in, right now.
Why did I invite Xavier sister into my room? He had been so focused on being Milagro that he completely forgot, Milagro and Xavier were one and the same and he was bound to have nothing to do with his past life.
He couldn't let things fall back to the past, he couldn't start calling Xavier sister Onee-san all over again! He couldn't have Lina looking at him like how she looked at him before, he couldn't have Xavier father coming after him and accepting him back into the family.
They would do everything in their power to keep him in Japan.
If they did that, Milagro would never be able to return him to his true family and the people above would no doubt erase his very existence from the time stream.
He didn't want his parents to go back being childless all over again, he didn't want to see those dark, hopeless eyes as they slave away on the farm even if they do manage to adopt a child, the society they lived in was harsh and their lives would be hell simply because they didn't have a child of their own.
He couldn't do that to the people that he quickly accepted as parents.
Xavier was dead.
Dead!
"Get off"
Lina was pushed back and she could only stare in shock as hustle green eyes looked at her.
"What do you think you're doing Miss Schiller?" gone was the casual way, he said it before, now his voice had a certain edge that made her flinch.
"X-Xav-"
"My name is Milagro Thomson, Miss Schiller" He interrupted her and he was now opening glaring at her. "Exactly why are you here Miss Schiller? I accepted the offer because it came from your little brother but ever since you've came here, you've been nothing but trouble. What are you truly after? and don't give me that lie about the article, I've met better liars before"
Lina seeing how hostile he was towards her and she feared what he would do if she lied and decided to spurt out the truth. "You must know that my little brother Xavier died over ten years ago, you have his eyes and his face, red hair and the most unique, shade of green"
"Which I got from both of my parents" Milagro interrupted coldly. "Don't tell me, you believe I'm your dead brother? How does that even make sense?" laughing at the end. "If you had researched me all the way through then you would have seen that I was born, one day after your brother birthday. I am slightly younger than him by a full day, you would have seen my baby photos that I had begged my parents not to post online when they decided to have a computer. If you were smart, you would have gotten your brother photo's and compared them to mine, we may look the same but the more you dig in, the more you notice how shockingly different we are to each other so tell me, why the hell are you calling me a dead boy name?"
Lina was speechless, there were baby pictures of Milagro on the web? Wouldn't that mean they were really two separate people? Had she been so blinded by the dream of having Xavier back that she couldn't see Milagro? Now that she looked clearly, his eyes didn't have that spark of innocence that Xavier had, Milagro eyes were the eyes of someone who laboured and survived through thick and thin, why her surname sounded so awkward was simply because he didn't grow up here, she highly doubted, he could even sing a popular Japanese song that practically everyone in Japan know.
What the hell was she doing?
Shame welled up inside her, she was forcing her image onto a man who know nothing, she wasn't any better than her father when they first adopted Hiroto.
"I-I'm sorry for wasting your time" not realising her eyes were getting cloudy and could only blink when she was pulled into a hug.
"Jeez, I have no idea what I'm doing but I know you need a hug. I was raised to not let a woman cry alone" Milagro mumbled an excuse under her breath "Just cry, it must be hard for you so I'll let you ruin my shirt for today"
Lina could have laughed if it wasn't the fact that she was currently crying her eyes out right now, no man had ever hugged her except her father and because of his short height it was like hugging a child so this was a first to have a man who was taller than her hugging her.
She took in everything, his scent that smelled of fresh air, the nice and comforting heat not to mention, she could also feel the muscle.
Milagro was quite buff.
She resisted the strong urge to have her hands trace the muscle on his arms alone, it wasn't hard to imagine, that many ladies would kill to be in her position, after all once she had stopped seeing Xavier, she could tell Milagro was a very handsome man.
Once her tears had calm down, Milagro handed her a box of tissue.
"here, you go. It's not proper for a young lady such as yourself to be bottling up everything on the inside" he winked and Lina wanted to roll her eyes. "Let's start over. My name is Milagro Thomson and your name?"
Lina, blow into the tissue and shook the hand. "Lina Schiller, nice to meet you"
Milagro laughed and sat down. "Let's be friends from now on, everyone here either respects me, wants to rape me, they want to manipulate me for their own person gain or want to shoot me from a hundred yards away but not a signal friend and a Japanese friend would be even cooler"
Lina looked on amused, "What about my brother?"
"That kid, a kid is a kid. I need friends closer to my age and besides you look beautiful now that you don't look like you've been sucking on a lemon for the past decade" Milagro joked and got a smack on the head by Lina who looked annoyed, not angry.
Strangely enough, she felt much better, she no longer had a heavy feeling in her chest.
"Did you know Cashews came from a fruit?" Milagro asked and Lina laughed, something she hadn't done in a long time at the random question. "I'm serious, I thought they were manmade or something but it turns out they came from a fruit that looks like a bell paper, talk about amazing" in awe and Lina laughed even harder.
"Damn, if only I was a couple of years older" Milagro whispered under his breath making Lina smile at the compliment before Milagro eyes enlarged remembering that he still had work to do and .. he dreaded turning around.
It was seven, thirty.
Shit!
"Miss Schiller, thank you for your time, but you really have to leave, my account manager will skin me alive if I don't get to work so sorry," Milagro said as he hurriedly pushed Lina out before giving her an apologetic smile before slamming the door.
His phone suddenly started buzzing and he looked down to see it was his parents and he picked it up.
"Son?" His mother voice was what greeted him.
"Ma" his replied.
"You know the name Kiyama that we talked about earlier, we just remembered," his mother said and he listened with rapid attention. "Kiyama was a relative on your father side, I've only met him and his wife once so it's kind of heard to recall but even back then, it seemed like the family wanted nothing to do with us and the last we've heard of them was that they visiting Japan, I know they had a son but they died in car crash shortly afterwards, everyone just assumed the child died with them"
Milagro could pretty much figure out what happened from there but one thing was clear.
Hiroto was his cousin.
Interesting...
And scene!
Milagro and Lina form a friendship, just how will this play out and when is Kageyama going to rear his bastard head, ready to strike? Review/favourite and follow!
