Me: Long ago, at a time when dinosaurs still walked this earth, Alja-chan requested a grown Gouenji Shuuya x Reader... Okay, maybe it wasn't that long ago, but it sure was quite a while. And now, I decided to try and write it. Alja-chan (and all the other readers out there), I hope you enjoy this!

Gouenji: Inazuma Eleven (GO/Chrono Stone/Galaxy) (c) Level 5. You (c) you. Oh yeah, I might be slightly (read: extremely) OOC, but please bear with me *bows*

Gouenji Shuuya ~ Player

You sat behind your desk, like you did the entire day at your work. You worked at the Japan Youth Soccer Association, where you did all the paperwork that came with a national soccer tournament. Before, when Fifth Sector still existed, this facility would also have been used to administrate the matches' outcomes. Luckily, youths were now able to play real matches, instead of the ones with their scores set.

Fifth Sector's leader, previously known as the Holy Emperor Ishido Shuuji, was now the director of the Japan Youth Soccer Association. In other words, he was now your boss. And you didn't like it.

Not. At. All.

Why?

Well, Ishido Shuuji, also known as Gouenji Shuuya, was in your class when you went to Raimon Jr. High. Back then, he was quite popular with the girls. So popular, that some girls practically waited for him outside the classroom, just so they could get a glimpse from him. Your best friend had also kept a few feelings for him in her heart, but she was way too shy to confess to him.

And that's why you had helped her. You convinced her to tell him how she felt and it seemed to work out. At least, when you walked past them a few minutes later, they were engrossed in a fierce make-out session. Feeling content now that your best friend's crush loved her back, you had headed home. But the next day, you saw him kissing someone else. When you found your friend a few minutes later, she had been heartbroken. She told you that she felt so happy the day before, when he seemed to return her feelings, but it turned out that he was just a player.

Actually, when you started to pay a little more attention to him and his 'relationships', you realized how correct that perception was. Gouenji had a lot of 'lady-friends' and was often seen with one of them in a deserted corner of the school. You were certain that when you looked up the word 'player' in the dictionary, there would be a picture of Gouenji Shuuya. When it turned out that there wasn't such picture, you made the effort to glue one in every school dictionary you could find, even if you got detention for it.

You loathed him for playing with the hearts of so many girls. Yet here you were, working as his secretary and thus being the woman that was the closest to him. It's funny how life goes, isn't it?

As you finished checking the application forms for the upcoming Holy Road Tournament and laid the paper on a neat stack on your desk, a dull ache in your lower stomach penetrated you. You groaned as you pressed your hand against your abdomen. Yes, it was that time of the month again. You envied your friends, who never seemed to have any problems at all. You on the other hand, always suffered from head and stomach aches once a month. It was really annoying.

Bending over to the briefcase at your feet, you rummaged through it to find some painkillers. When you finally found them, along with a bottle of water that you always kept in your bag, you sat upright, only to nearly drop them at the sight in front of you. Namely, Gouenji had come out of his office and was now casually sitting on top of your desk. His piercing black eyes, which had allured many girls and women before you, shifted from the application forms to your tensed up figure. He sent you a relaxed half-smile that was, though you hated to admit it, breathtaking. His long platinablond hair was tied in a low ponytail, which looked pale when compared to his tanned skin.

"Ah, [l/n]," he said in his low voice. He smiled and showed off his perfectly white teeth. "You're back."

You scowled at him as you placed the painkillers and the water in front of you. "Back? I was here the entire time." That's right, unlike some other employees of the Japan Youth Soccer Association, you actually stayed at your desk except for when you took a break.

Gouenji bent forward, that breathtaking half-smile still on his lips. You bent back as far as your desk chair allowed you. Even after all these years, you still didn't like the player that was now your boss and you tried to create as much space between you as possible. "Now, now," Gouenji said, "don't make this worse than it has to be."

His tone had a teasing edge on it and many women would have gotten weak knees when they heard it. But not you. This wasn't the first time he tried something with you, as if seeing how quick you would surrender to his charms. The thought that he still hadn't abandoned his unforgivable behaviour made you nauseous. You once vowed to yourself that you wouldn't fall for him, even if he was the last man alive. Gouenji, for some reason, always seemed interested in you and often used his charms when he talked to you. The only thing that kept you from giving in, was the thought of the next morning. When he would be gone, and you would be alone...

Your scowl deepened as you answered his accusation. "I don't, I didn't leave my place."

He leaned back, closing his eyes as he turned away from you. "If you say so." Although his words seemed like he believed you, his tone implied the opposite. Anger boiled inside of you. How dare he accuse you like that? A little voice told you that you just had to let him be, but your pride didn't allow that.

"Wait a minute!" you called at his back and when he turned around, an amused expression decorated his face. He had you exactly where he wanted, but you didn't care. "Don't use that tone on me," you said carefully. You were known for your quick-tempered behaviour and you didn't want to get scolded for insulting your boss. "I tell you I was here the whole time, why don't you believe me when I say that?" The last part came out more like a whine than you intended it.

"You know, [l/n]?" Gouenji asked, ignoring your question. "In the Middle Ages, when two parties had different beliefs, they chose a representative who would fight to the death. The winning party was the one that the people would believe in."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "You want me to fight you to the death?"

He chuckled. "I think that's a little outdated and overboard, so why don't we solve it with a more modern battle?" You shrugged and followed him inside his office. He closed the door behind you and you blinked when you saw the 'battlefield' he had prepared. You turned around and raised an eyebrow at him, more amused than irritated now.

"Really? Chess?"

.

"Checkmate."

You stared with wide open eyes at the white queen, which had trapped your black king in the corner of the board. Like he said, there was no way to get out of there. It was checkmate, and you had lost this game. Damn it.

You didn't show your frustration on the outside and leaned back, seemingly relaxed. "Alright, what do you want, Gouenji-san?" The rules of the battle were simple: the winner would be right. If you won, Gouenji would do something for you to apologize for falsely accusing you. If Gouenji won, you had to do something for him to apologize for 'leaving without permission' (which you hadn't done, damn it!). Though you might seem cool on the outside, your heart was throbbing a little faster than usual. You just hoped he wouldn't ask anything perverted from you.

He grinned confidently at you and paused a few seconds before he uttered his request, no doubt for the drama. "I want you to go out with me."

Well, you hadn't expected that. Shouldn't you have, though? He had been trying you out for quite some time now, and this was the perfect way to get on a date with you, since you weren't allowed to refuse. "Why?"

"Because I know you for quite some time, and yet I don't know you. I first met you in school, but I still know nothing about you. I want to get to know you better." His reply sounded genuine, but you figured he could just be a really good actor.

"Okay," you said indifferently.

"Great," he smiled. "I'll pick you up, tomorrow evening at six." Then he left through the door and you were alone in his office. The situation slowly but surely got through to you.

You would go on a date tomorrow. With the man you loathed. Damn.

The date wasn't really spectacular. He took you to a nice restaurant, where the two of you had dinner. He talked about himself and asked you questions, that you answered briefly. They might call you paranoia, but you figured that if you let your guard down for even one second, his perverted player-attitude might show up again. So you stayed reserved, though you tried to be polite.

After dinner, he walked you home like a true gentleman. If you hadn't known any better, you would have fallen for him right away. You denied it, even to yourself, but you felt a little tingle in your stomach every time he looked or smiled at you.

Just as you reached your front door, you saw a flash of light. It was almost immediately followed by a loud thunder, which told you that the thunderstorm was close by. For a few seconds, your [e/c] eyes locked with Gouenji's black ones. Then the downpour started.

It came suddenly, without warning - unless you count the thunder and lightning as warning of course - and both of you were drenched within seconds. Cursing underneath your breath, you pulled out your keys and unlocked the door. As soon as both of you were inside, silence hung in the air, which was eventually broken by Gouenji's laughter. "Well, that was unexpected," he chuckled and you laughed along.

But then it hit you. Outside was a storm going on. And he was here. With you. Alone.

As much as you wanted to, you knew you couldn't send him out in this weather, so you saw no other option than to let him stay until the storm passed. You hoped with all your might that it would pass soon, but all your hopes were crushed as soon as you looked up the weather forecast. The storm wouldn't be over until the next morning, which meant you had to let him stay here. Which meant that the two of you would be alone all night.

Well, you slept in your bed while he would sleep on the couch, of course, but still. The mere knowledge that the two of you would be alone might trigger the player inside him. You shook your head vigorously to clear those thoughts away. I'm a strong woman, you told yourself. If he does anything unwanted to me, I'll call the police.

You and Gouenji were watching a film on TV, since it was only half past nine in the evening. Apparently, Gouenji had some trouble adjusting to the idea of sleeping on the couch. "It just doesn't seem very comfortable to me," he murmured while his eyes followed whatever happened on the screen. You didn't know what the film was about, since you were too tensed. You constantly kept an eye on the man next to you, convinced that he would do something when you let your guard down.

Now you turned towards him, an eyebrow raised. "Sleeping on my couch is a privilege, you know? There's an empty box in the garage, if you like that better."

Gouenji merely chuckled and leaned back, his black orbs shifting to you. The film was forgotten. "Now now, aren't you a bit harsh on me?"

You were about to reply that he had been harsh on lots of girls, making them fall for him and then leaving them whenever someone else passed by, but the words hitched in your throat when he snaked his arm around your waist. He did it casually, like it wasn't a big deal, but to you, it was a great deal! You tensed up under his touch and glared in his direction. You willed your voice to be steady when you said: "Get your filthy hands off me."

"First of all, my hands are not filthy, I washed them," he said with a joking tone. "Second, are you always this tense?" His free hand traveled to your neck and you let out a tiny gasp when he carefully massaged the tensed muscles in your neck and shoulders. What is this? He is touching me and I just sit here! What am I doing? But it... It feels good, actually.

You didn't answer his question and turned your attention back to the screen. It seemed like the film had ended, so you reached for the remote and switched the device off. The dull ache in your stomach was back, so you reached for the bag at your feet. If you were correct, there were still a few painkillers in it. Gouenji's hand slipped from your neck, but before you could get out of his reach and take the pills, he grabbed your shoulder and pulled you back.

"What are you doing?" You tried to make your voice sound icily, but it sounded a tiny bit like a shriek.

"Too many painkillers is bad for your health, didn't you know that?" Gouenji said calmly as he leaned closer until your back was against his torso. Your mind willed your arm to lunge backwards and elbow him in the stomach, but you didn't. Why didn't you?

"So what?"

"They won't work if you use them too often," Gouenji said and much to your dismay, his hand slipped under your T-shirt. You felt his warm palm radiating on the skin of your stomach, on the exact area that hurt.

Your breath staggered. "I'm calling the police." His other hand started to massage your shoulder and he briefly pressed his lips against your hair as he chuckled.

"Isn't that a little overboard?"

"Last time I checked, it was illegal to have unwanted body contact."

"Is this really unwanted, then?" Gouenji inquired as his hand massaged your tummy. You had to admit, it did make the pain go away. Gouenji took your lack of response as a 'no' and continued his massage. At some point, he slowly pulled you down, so you were now laying with your head on his lap. You tried not to think about the humiliating fact that you were indeed falling for him. A voice in your mind tried to call you back to reality. It tried to remind you about all the broken hearts he caused, but you just didn't want to believe that anymore. Right now, you just wanted to lay down and rest, with him watching over you.

When you finally relaxed a bit, the hand on your shoulder went to your [h/c] locks, gently stroking them. "I knew you had a soft side, [f/n]," Gouenji said softly when you were already halfway on your way to dreamland.

"Gouenji," you murmured sleepily, though you didn't know exactly what you wanted to tell him.

"Shh," he told you. "If you are going to call me by my name, you might as well use my first name." When you kept quiet, he bent over to you and whispered while smirking: "Come on, you know you want to."

Blushing furiously, you stuttered: "Sh-Shuuya?"

"Good girl," he commented as he sat straight again and patted your head. "You have no idea for how long I wanted you to call me that. Around you, I get a feeling that I get with no one else... I tried to get close to you ever since I saw you in junior high, but you always pushed me away. Why exactly did you do that, [f/n]?" His voice wasn't accusative, just neutral.

"You are a player," you said sleepily, but still wary of his reactions. His hand jerked a bit before he continued to stroke your hair. "I always saw you making out with another girl, and I have no intentions to fall for a guy who only wants to break my heart after he's done playing."

"I see. But I don't want to break your heart, [f/n]." The snort you gave him must have told him how you felt about that, because he continued. "Really, I don't. I always wanted to be around you, I just..." You looked up at him and saw how he shook his head, his ponytail swaying from left to right.

"You what?"

"I think I have to blame it on the hormones. I was young and stupid, I'll admit that, but now I know better. It was wrong to think so lightly about those girls, but I can honestly say that I never thought lightly about you. I-I... I love you."

Well, you certainly didn't expect a confession like that. But despite his shocking declaration of love for you, you were too sleepy to go through your feelings to see what you felt for him. Right now, you just wanted to sleep with him by your side.

"Just don't leave, okay?" you murmured before your eyes closed permanently. You heard and felt Gouenji chuckle and then he pressed his lips against your temple.

"I promise."

You woke up the next morning from the sunlight on your face. You hadn't closed the curtains last night, so the light had free reign. You stretched yourself like a cat before you opened your eyes. You laid on the couch in your living room, but... Your hand reached behind you to confirm your shocking suspicions. You touched nothing but air.

Tears welled up in you eyes, but you forcefully pushed them back. I can't believe it, you thought angrily. Even after he said all those things about loving me, even after he promised to stay, he left. You greatly hated him for playing with your feelings, but you hated yourself even more for falling for his tricks. You knew what he was capable of, so why on earth had you believed him?

You couldn't show your face at work anymore, not after what he had done to you! You would have to face him every single day again, and you knew that you couldn't handle that. So, you should look for a new job? You shook your head and got up. First you needed a cup of coffee, then you could think about what you should do next.

You entered the kitchen while rubbing the sleep from your eyes, but then you froze at what your saw. The thoughts of revenge, humiliation and new jobs were gone in an instant.

"Good morning. I hope you like scrambled eggs?"

And then you entered a laughing fit, because seeing Gouenji Shuuya, wearing a pink apron and trying to make scrambled eggs with bacon, was just really funny.

Me: You didn't even kiss... YOU DIDN'T EVEN KISS! O.o Ahem, sorry.

Gouenji: Review please?