All right chapter 21. I am terribly sorry for the incredible long wait. I lost complete inspiration and then suddenly, BAM! It was back! So yeah..
Anyway, not counting this one there will be seven or eight more chapter and then this season is finished.
To Ice. Like I already mentioned, Fubuki Shirou is going to appear. Just have a little more patience. I won't tell when, because I do want it to be a little surprising.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inazuma Eleven. (Blablabla...)
Please review, critique or whatever. Please keep your guesses about who is whose child for yourself.
Enjoy...
Inazuma Eleven the Future Generation | Chapter 21 | Special Training
Nao ran up the hill towards the Steel Tower Plaza. He couldn't wait to start training with his dad. Ever since he asked his dad to teach him, he had come here every day after practice. He smiled when he saw his father waiting for him next to the big tire, hanging from the tree. Nao couldn't help but think back at the first time his dad asked him to come here.
Flashback.
"I'm home!" Nao said as he closed the door behind him.
"Ah, Nao," his mother appeared around the corner.
"What is it, mum?" Nao looked up from untying his shoe.
"Your father asked if you could come to the Steel Tower Plaza."
"Eh? Why?" Nao frowned.
"You'll see," Natsumi smiled.
"All right," Nao shrugged and, after putting his shoes back on, went outside again.
He ran through the streets and up the hill until he reached the Steel Tower Plaza, the sign on top the tower, which was Inazuma town's trademark, was once again broken. His father was leaning against a tree and smiled when he saw his son.
"That took you long enough," he said teasingly. Nao pouted.
"You could've called, you know. I would've come here right after soccer practice and not having to first run home to have mum sending me up here again."
"Well, I never really got along with mobile phones, so there you have it. Do you want to start practice?"
"Here?" Nao looked around.
"Yes. When I was your age I used to practice hereu" Endou smiled.
"Aha," Nao's glance went back to his father, "Where then?"
"Right here. With a tire bound to this tree," Endou patted the tree he was standing next to.
"A tire?" Nao looked towards his father as if he was nuts.
"Yup," Endou turned around and walked towards a little shed next to the steel tower.
"Help me out here, will you?" he asked as he shoved some planks away.
"All right," Nao frowned, but helped his father clean up the mess next to the shed which had hidden an old, battered tire.
"Now," Endou hit the tire with the palm of his hand when it finally hung on the tree. "It's very simple. You just give it a swing and when it flies back to you, you'll try to stop it, all right?"
"Doesn't sound too difficult," Nao took a deep breath and stepped towards the tire as he father moved to the side. He gave the tire a swing and then realized his mistake. Namely, when the tire flew back towards him it was a lot faster than he had anticipated. He made himself ready to stop it, but the tire bashed against him with full power and sent him flying backwards.
"What the – " Nao sat up again and looked towards the tire, a painful expression on his face. Then, he turned towards his father, who was grinning. "You did this kind of training?"
"Yeah," Endou replied simply and walked towards his son.
"And you actually stopped this.. this thing?"
Endou laughed. "Yes. Somehow. After lots and lots of training," he knelt down next to Nao.
Nao groaned and closed his eyes, lying down again.
"You don't like training?"
"No, I do like training," Nao opened his eyes, "It's just that I'm mentally preparing myself for getting thrown back by that tire for a long time."
Endou laughed again. "I promise you it will be worth it."
"I sure hope so."
"Now, enough laying around," Endou said as he stood up straight again. "Come on," he held out his hand to Nao, who took it with slight reluctance.
"All right. Here it goes," Nao said and stepped towards the tire again.
The now.
"Time for training!" Endou clapped in his hands. Nao laughed.
"Of course. Otherwise I wouldn't have been here."
"Good point," Endou smiled while Nao walked towards the tire.
"Okay, here it goes!"
The next day.
"Maaameeeeraaaa!"
Said girl turned around to see Ryuukaze sprinting towards her in the nearly empty hallway.
"Mamera? Where are you going?" Ryuukaze asked when she finally caught up with the white-blond-haired girl.
"..I'm going home."
"Oh, I thought you were going to help Tsugumi with his training?" Ryuukaze tilted her head slightly while Mamera's cheeks got a bright red and she started staring at the ground.
"..He won't start until later, he said. He had to do something else," Mamera whispered.
"Oh, okay! Say hi to him from me, okay? See ya!" Ryuukaze slapped her on the back and then skipped away.
"..Okay," Mamera stared after her until a voice made her jump into the air.
"You're helping Tsugumi with his training, right?" Fuschida raised an eyebrow at her behaviour.
"..Uhm.. erm, yes." Mamera was fumbling with her skirt as she stared at the ground.
"I see. Can I ask you something?" Fuschida's voice was thoughtful as he picked his words. "Could you.. bring some food with you? That idiot forgot his lunch once again and hasn't eaten since this morning. Could I ask that favour of you?"
Mamera's glance shot up with surprise. Fuschida smiled a little, something he rarely did lately.
"I know it sounds kinda odd, but thanks to that guy I'm.. getting over 'it'. I owe him this. And I heard you're really good at cooking, so – " he scratched the back of his head. Mamera was wondering what he meant with 'it', but then nodded and smiled a little.
"..Yes, I will make him something."
"Okay, Thanks a lot," Fuschida looked a little longer at her with a small smile and then walked towards the exit. Mamera stood there a little longer before she also walked towards home.
"Kazemaru!"
Said boy turned around to see Gouenji walk towards him.
"What is it?" Kazemaru raised an eyebrow when Gouenji stopped next to him, having a rather thoughtful expression on his face.
"I was wondering – you see, I saw this old tape with a match of Raimon from thirty years ago, when our parents were part of it, and our fathers pulled off this move called Honoo no Kazamidori. Maybe we could ask them if they would teach it to us? Seeing as the matches keep getting tougher and tougher."
Kazemaru thought for a moment and then nodded. "Yes. It does seem like a good idea. Shall we ask right away?"
"Sure."
"What are you two planning?" they turned around and saw Takahashi looking at them with curiosity.
"Oh, we're going to ask our parents to teach us an old hissatsu of them," Kazemaru scratched the back of his head.
"Oh, can I help? As a manager there is surely something that I can do!" Takahashi looked hopefully from one to another. Gouenji shrugged.
"I'm fine with it," he said.
"I don't really mind either," Kazemaru added.
"Yippee! I will bring towels and water, okay?" she smiled brightly when the two boys nodded in agreement.
"I'll call you when and where you need to be," Kazemaru smiled. Takahashi nodded.
"Okay~ I'll see you later then," she smiled again and walked off.
"Interesting," Gouenji said, watching her leave.
"What?" Kazemaru raised an eyebrow. Gouenji just shook his head and gave a little smirk.
"You're thick-headed, you know that?"
"Eh? What makes you say that?" Kazemaru demanded. Gouenji just laughed.
"You'll get it eventually."
"Get what eventually?" Kazemaru pouted, but Gouenji just shook his head.
"Let's go. We still have to ask our fathers if they want to help out."
"Oh, yeah," Kazemaru followed Gouenji in silence, mulling over what the white-haired striker had meant.
In the park Sakuma was keeping a ball up in the air, controlling it without difficulty. I have to get better too! I have to continue for my teammates sake! Okay, concentrate. My speciality is ball control. I can break past any defending foe with great control. It would be easier to train with company, but no can do. Have to get better myself! I have to – He looked up from his thoughts and the ball fell on his head as his mouth fell open.
"Takeo!?" he exclaimed, because without him noticing it, a boy with brown hair, just as messy done as his own, and calculating, grey eyes was looking at him without any emotion. He only raised an eyebrow when Sakuma had said that name.
"So we have met," the boy said thoughtfully.
"Yeah, duh. Did you forget, Takeo? It's me, Hiroki! You know, the kid you saved from getting beaten up five years ago," Sakuma smiled. Takeo narrowed his eyes a bit.
"Sorry, I don't remember."
Sakuma's mouth fell open. "But you are Takeo, right?"
"Yes, I am."
"Hmm," Sakuma bit his lip, "Strange. Anyway, if you really are Takeo, then how about a little showdown?"
Takeo looked at him for a moment and then shook his head. "I don't have time for games. I just – " He cut himself off and turned around, walking away silently. Then he felt the sensation of a ball whizzing towards him and turned around to take it. Planting his foot on it, he looked towards the cyan-haired boy, who was glaring at him.
"That ain't the Takeo I knew. If you have any guts, you will play soccer against me."
Takeo was taken aback for a moment and then snorted. "Eventually we will. I have to go now. Farewell, Sakuma Hiroki," he gave the ball a small kick, making it roll towards Sakuma. The cyan-haired boy looked at it and then watched Takeo leave.
"How strange," Sakuma frowned in worry.
That evening.
"Oi, Ayasumi! I'm here! Sorry I'm late!" Tsugumi ran towards the girl who sat against a tree in the park. She perked up before turning her head shyly again.
"..I-I don't mind," she muttered. He smiled.
"Do you really? You can say if you do, you know."
"..A-ah, no! I really don't mind," Ayasumi said to the ground.
"Okay, if you say so. Thanks that you want to help though. I really appreciate it," he patted her head. She just nodded and let her hair hide her bright red face.
Tsugumi walked towards the centre of the little field and enjoyed the soft wind for a moment.
"A-anno.. uhm.. Tsugumi-kun.. I.. I heard that you haven't had lunch today, so I.. I made you some!"
Tsugumi turned around to see Ayasumi bent over in a bow, holding out a blue box. He couldn't help but chuckle a little when he walked towards the girl.
"So that green-haired moron snitched on me. I will pay him back for that," he took hold of the box with one hand and then with his other grabbed the girl's chin and made her look up.
"Thanks. You don't have to be so polite, you know. Just call me Hisoka. Then I'll call you Mamera, okay?" he smiled and then took the box completely from her hands. Ayasumi was practically the colour of a tomato as she stammered an unintelligible reply. Tsugumi then plopped down next to the tree and smiled as he opened the box.
"It looks delicious. Hmm? Mamera? Don't just stand there. Come sit down."
Ayasumi did as he told and tried her best to hide her blushing face, but to no avail.
"Did I say something out of line?" he gave her a worried look. Her head shot up and she shook it wildly.
"..N-no! I-I was just.. a bit surprised. I-is it really okay to call you – " She mumbled something at the end, but he couldn't here it, though he had an idea what she said.
"Sure it's okay. I told you to, right? So you can say it out loud and not mumble it," he smiled at another of her shocked expressions as her already big, ice-blue eyes got even bigger.
"..O-okay.. Hisoka-kun."
"See. That wasn't too hard now, was it?" he ruffled her hair and then concentrated on emptying the blue box. Ayasumi managed a little, relaxed smile despite her nervousness and still bright red face.
Okay, that's it for now.
Hope it was good enough. Although it doesn't make up for the terrible wait. Next chapter will not take two months. Promise.
Sakuma: Yuki! Tell me why Takeo doesn't remember me!
Yuki: No.
Sakuma: I demand that you tell! I have to know! He's like my best friend!
Yuki: No. Have patience.
Sakuma: But –
Fubuki: Oh give it a break, Hiroki.
Sakuma: Don't you want to know?
Fubuki: Yes, but Ihave patience.
Sakuma: Tch.. Well, I don't!
Yuki: Okay, okay. Enough is enough.
'Till next time, people!
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