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?

Eastern Tuscany, Italy

"Where are we going?" Aphrodi asked, hair whipping around in the wind generated by the speed of the bicycle. They rolled down a cobblestone hill, the ocean just barely visible past the lush trees. He clutched tightly to Rococo, who didn't say anything. Aphrodi rolled his eyes. He had better things to do than stay on this bike and wait for something that would supposedly help him remember this stranger.

"You'll see." Rococo finally replied, and though there was a smile on his face, he was obviously worried. He cycled quickly, eyes trained on the road and mind plagued with Fidio. Where had the young Italian gone? He bit his lip, but shrugged it off. Once he got Aphrodi to remember, surely the other boy would help him in his search.

He pulled over near the bottom of the hill. There was a gentle but steep slope to the left of the bike path, and a lush forest to the right. Rococo paused before clasping Aphrodi's hand in his and leading the blond into the trees. They walked for a couple minutes until they stopped in front of a thick tree. There were several strange curves edged into the bark.

"Does this look familiar to you?" Rococo asked. He still held his companion's hand tightly, as if he were never going to let go.

Aphrodi stared at the tree trunk blankly, spacing out. Thoughts of the mission Asetawa had assigned him on flooded through his mind as he remembered the order. "In the bakery down the street there is a woman named Abba. She works there. You will approach her and tell her your name, and she will hand you a soccer ball and a slip of paper with a location printed on the back. Go back to your room and hold out the soccer ball. Say the location out loud and it will transport you there. The team waiting for you will be your opponents." It was strange, Aphrodi thought, because he'd already been given the order to train for two weeks. He wondered why Asetawa had changed his mind.

"-ello? Aphrodi?" Rococo was looking at him with concern. "Are you okay? You look dizzy."

Aphrodi nodded uncertainly. "Sorry." He replied smoothly. "Why am I here?"

"Because, this is where you, Fidio, and I met up a summer ago." Rococo explained. "This is where we trained for High School together, and where we became friends. Why don't you remember this?"

"Because there's nothing to remember!" Aphrodi yelled back, getting irritated. "I know Fidio, but neither of us know who you are! If you say you know me then prove it!"

"You want me to prove it?! Fine!" Rococo shouted. "You told me everything that happened to you when you were still in Zeus High. You told me about the Drink of the Gods and how much more you had to take than your teammates! You told me about how you would wish you never played soccer when you drank it, but that when you did, you loved it! You told me how Raimon opened your eyes, and how hard recovery was! You told me about giving up Zeus and joining Suzuno and Nagumo! You told me-you told us-everything!"

Aphrodi felt as if the world had stopped moving. Short, brisk memories floated back, too jumbled and painful for him to put in sensical order. His legs gave out and he clutched his head as he tried to figure out what was happening. In the background, he heard Rococo make a surprised noise before kneeling next to him.

"Aphrodi? Aphrodi! Are you oka-"

"No!" Aphrodi struggled. The memories had started coming back when Rococo arrived, maybe they would go away when he left. "Leave me alone!" Rococo pinned his wrists above his head and held him down, distraught at the situation.

"Aphrodi, what's happening? What's going on?" He refused to let go of the blond teen, finally resorting to slapping him across the face to snap him out of his fit. Immediately Aphrodi calmed down, staring up at Rococo through blank eyes.

"What am I doing here?" He asked, looking around. His memory of the last few minutes was gone. All he could recall was getting on the bike with the dark-haired soccer player, not going into a forest. "When did we get off your bike?"

Rococo stared back down, shocked beyond belief. What's happening...? Is someone controlling him directly? He frowned and shook his head. No. Someone's controlling his memories. He sighed and let go of his friend, pulling them both to their feet. "A couple minutes ago. I showed you what I wanted to; I'll give you a ride back now." I hope Fidio still has his memories. What happened? Should I call Raimon? They've dealt with stuff like this...

"It's fine." Aphrodi said, regaining his arrogant attitude. He flipped his hair over his ear and smirked. "I can get back faster on my own." He whispered something under his breath, and wings protruded from his back-the same wings that sometimes appeared when he played soccer.

"What?!" Rococo exclaimed. "You can use your Hissatsu outside of soccer?!" That wasn't just impressive, it was impossible. No one had ever been able to do that before. He tried to stop Aphrodi from flying away, but was too late. Frowning, he took his phone out and dialed quickly.

"Hello," He said. "Is this the Kidou residence? I would like to speak to your son."

"I'm sorry," A woman replied. "He's not here at the moment...I believe he went with his soccer club on a trip."

"I see." Rococo sighed. "Thank you for your time." He hung up, and in the back of his mind, he knew there was only one other person he knew that could help in this situation. But just thinking of the guy made him groan.

"Well," He muttered to himself as he walked back to his bike. "Looks like I'm going to England."

"This...isn't right." Theta muttered to himself, carding through the various pictures Dylan handed him. The dates matched up with all of the sightings Asetawa'd shone them where Ichinose had attacked civilians. "But..."

"Look," Dylan put a hand on his shoulder with a concerned expression. "I'm not saying that your Captain lied to you, but...he may be misinformed. Are you here to confront Ichinose? Is that why Mark grabbed him and ran off? If this is a misunderstanding we can figure it out."

Theta shook his head, visibly shaken. He dropped the photos as a shiver creeped up his spine. Suddenly, like a hurricane memories filled his mind. Playing soccer, playing Raimon, playing Zeus...being beaten by Aliea. His sister getting in a car crash and falling into a coma. A boy-no, Asetawa confronting him and saying that he could save his sister. But that if he did, he could never see her again. Shaking Asetawa's hand.

He didn't realize he was crying until the tears were already streaking down his surprised face. He stared blankly down at Dylan's dresser, and felt the blond hug him from behind.

"I-I remember. I didn't before," Theta said. "I remember now. Everything."

Dylan obviously had no idea what he was talking about, saying nothing.

"We have to get out of here." Theta realized, turning around and pushing away slightly so he could reach around to Dylan's closet and began packing the first bag he saw, a duffle that had probably been used to store soccer equipment. He heard Dylan protest as he looted through the closet, but that didn't stop him. Once acquiring all of the soccer balls and clothing he thought they would need, he pushed the duffle into Dylan's arms and pulled him to of the room.

Dylan made another noise of protest, but didn't struggle. He had a feeling something he couldn't fully understand was happening, and that the best thing for him to do was go along with it.

Theta turned sharply once they were out of the building, swiftly avoiding several people who wore the same uniform as him. "Sigma, my team," He told Dylan as they snuck around the building, "They want to destroy soccer. Asetawa, our captain, erased our memories so we would help him. You...you woke me up. Thank you."

"Don't worry about it." Dylan replied, still lost as to what was going on. They hid behind Sigma's bus before sneaking onto it. Theta picked his way through the seats and grabbed his bag and his cloak. They were about to leave again, but when they turned around, Asetawa stood in front of them.

"Theta." He remarked. A soccer ball lay innocently in his hand. "I had a feeling you would be the one to betray us."