All right, update! I'll let you know that I will not include anything or anyone from Galaxy mainly because I kinda lost interest for it all. I still need to finish Chrono Stone and I can not find the will to follow Galaxy...
Oh and by the way, I GRADUATED! I am still so damn happy about it!
In case you don't know, kouhai means junior.
Oh and just to make clear: when parent and child are in one and the same room, the parent will be called with his/her surname (Endou, Kazemaru, etc.) and the child will be called by his/her first name (Nao, Fumio, etc.)
Disclaimer: I do not in any kind own Inazuma Eleven.
Enjoy...
Inazuma Eleven the Future Generation | Chapter 25 | Too Many Fubuki's
"Kirino? Is that you?" Shindou had sent the children ahead because he had seen something pink in the crowd.
"Eh? Oh hey, Shindou." Kirino had turned around and smiled at him. Shindou came to walk next to him.
"So, you have a kouhai now too, eh?" Shindou asked. Kirino chuckled.
"Couldn't let Kariya have all the fun now, could I?"
"Right, national television," Shindou laughed.
"That and he called. Said something along the lines of 'I have somehow become a senpai and Shindou-san has not. Oh and don't come with the 'he's a coach', because he only got the job because Endou-san wanted to spend time with his family and Tenma is somewhere, but no one knows where exactly'. And then he asked me how I was doing." Kirino shrugged. Shindou sighed.
"Sounds like typical Kariya," Shindou shook his head. "I really do wonder where Tenma is though."
"I think everyone does," Kirino said thoughtfully.
"Yeah, well, it's good to see you again, Kirino," Shindou patted the pink-haired man's shoulder.
"Same here, Shindou," Kirino smiled back at the man.
Fubuki sighed as she lay back down on the hospital bed. It was a miracle she has survived Fuyuka's scolding. To say that the purple-haired woman had been angry was understatement; she had been downright furious and had forbidden Fubuki to even step out of bed for the rest of her days in the hospital, which luckily were only three, but it still annoyed Fubuki. Though at the moment she was thankful for the rest her tired body got; she had really burned up all her energy and she wanted nothing more than close her eyes and fall asleep.
When she woke the next morning and was getting bored in bed, Fuyuka came in with breakfast.
"Oh, and Shizuka, there was a phone call this morning from your father saying that he would be here today," Fuyuka said while Fubuki dug into her food.
She now choked however and sputtered out, "What!?"
"He didn't sound very happy, but I wouldn't be too when my daughter runs away from the hospital."
Fubuki sighed and sunk back against her pillow. "Yeah, all right.. I just – what time does he come?"
"Somewhere in the afternoon, so you have plenty of time to mentally prepare yourself." Fuyuka smiled.
"Great, more scolding, just what I need." Fubuki rolled her eyes as she finished up her breakfast, Fuyuka chuckling on the chair beside her bed.
"Fubuki Shizuka! What in the world was going through your head!? I knew that leaving you here alone would be problematic, but I would never have thought that you would actually run away from the hospital!" her normally cheerful, friendly father was furious to say the least. Shizuka sank back further in her cushion and let it wash over her.
"Shizuka, you understand, right? You can't do such rash things." her father's voice took on a softer note and he frowned lightly at her.
"I know, dad. I won't do it again," Shizuka muttered as she looked up to her father. He let out a deep sigh and fixed her with a soft look.
"I know you hate to hear this, but it's for your own good." he smiled softly at her.
"I guess." she sighed, but then smiled up at her father as well.
"All right," Fubuki Shirou pulled the chair next to Shizuka's bed towards him and sat down on it, "how have you been apart from this?"
"Fine, really. I've been catching up with an old friend and made lots of new ones as well," Shizuka said, smiling brightly.
"That's good to hear." Fubuki smiled at his daughter. She smiled back, but then her face got serious and she sat up a bit.
"Dad? I can play in the next match, right?"
"Probably. The doctors said that you'll be discharged in three days, so if you feel well enough you can play."
"Thank goodness." Shizuka sighed and let herself sink into her pillow again.
They were both quiet for a while before Shizuka spoke up again.
"How did nii-chan react?"
Fubuki chuckled before answering, "Oh well, your mother and I were in the kitchen while Atsuya was watching the match of Raimon versus Arakumo to see against who he had to play, and when you appeared on the field he practically leaped into the kitchen, screaming bloody murder and wanting to go and drag you personally off the field."
"Oh, typical really." Shizuka sighed. "Nii-chan's far too overprotective."
"Well, with both of your attitudes it's a miracle he hasn't transferred to Raimon yet to personally keep an eye on you," Fubuki said, shaking his head lightly.
"I asked him not to," Shizuka said quietly, clutching the sheets slightly.
"I see."
"Dad?" Shizuka was looking towards her hands in her lap.
"Yes?"
"You'll be cheering, right?"
Fubuki smiled softly as he patted her head. "I'll be cheering for both you and Atsuya. Don't be too hard on him, though."
"I'll try." Shizuka nodded with a serious expression before bursting out into laughter.
Three days later.
Well, isn't this marvellous?" Kidou Masaru grumbled sarcastically as Fubuki laughed sheepishly.
"You're not joking, right?" Kazemaru asked carefully.
"Nope, I'm all serious," Fubuki said while nodding.
"We're doomed." Saito spread his arms up in the air, looking exasperatedly up at the sky. Fubuki chuckled.
"I highly doubt it," she said, stifling her chuckles with her hand.
"Eh?" Saito turned to look at her.
"Saito, haven't you noticed? We've improved so much that you haven't even noticed."
"Really?"
"Honestly," Fubuki rolled her eyes, "Let me do a headcount. First we have our amazing goalkeeper and captain, Endou Nao. Next up are our forwards – Gouenji Isamu, Sakuma Hiroki and Tsugumi Hisoka – who have never let us down in scoring a goal. Now, our midfielders – Kazemaru Fumio, Kidou Masaru and Fuschida Tetsuhiko – are always making sure the ball gets around. Then, our defenders – You, Azama Kiyoshi and Nakahara Kiemon – are always there to stop anyone from advancing. So there you have it."
"You forgot yourself," Sakuma pointed out. "You're whatever extra bridge there is between offence and defence."
"I … take that as a compliment." Fubuki frowned slightly before returning her attention back to Saito.
"You sure about us standing a change against Hakuren?" Saito bit his lip, his brow furrowed together in worry.
"Come on, Saito," Kazemaru shook his head, "These aren't even the finals yet, so stop worrying. It'll be fine."
"If you say so …"
"Oh yeah, before I forget," Fubuki smiled slightly, "My twin brother, Atsuya, is the captain and ace striker of Hakuren."
"Say what now?" Endou spluttered out as the rest of the team, minus Sakuma, looked at her with surprise.
"You didn't tell them?" Sakuma raised an eyebrow at her.
"Uh, I might have left it out."
When Sakuma shot her a look she pouted, "It didn't seem necessary at that time, okay?"
"Right." Sakuma rolled his eyes, making Fubuki huff.
"Well, now it does make sense what you said back then," Gouenji said thoughtfully. Fubuki blinked.
"What?"
"When we met I said that you didn't look as tough as the rumours say, and you answered that those were necessarily true nor specifically about you; were they about your brother then?"
Fubuki tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Depends on what rumours. Most are about the two of us, they started dubbing us the ice twins of disaster throughout Hokkaido. But well, he really is an amazing striker, and he has amazing balance – but everyone in Hakuren's team has that because we train on ice at least twice a week – and he is dead serious in finding ways of breaking through defences."
"And the way to break through them is …?" Kidou asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Uh, good question." Fubuki bit her lip as she thought of an answer. "I'll discuss that later with you."
"We're definitely doomed!" Saito whined as he dropped to the ground. Then, the door of the clubroom suddenly smashed open, revealing Ryuukaze and Ayasumi.
"Guys!" Ryuukaze yelled as she strode into the room, Ayasumi close on her heels.
"What is it, Rei?" Endou tilted his head slightly, shooting her a questioning glance.
"There is someone here," Ryuukaze said, frowning slightly, "who said he wanted to meet you before the match on Friday."
"Eh?"
"I don't really know, but he has this really serious look and …" Ryuukaze gaze shot towards Fubuki for a moment before continuing. "And he kinda looks like Shizuka."
Everyone turned to look at Fubuki, who in turn was looking very annoyed.
"Typical," she snorted and stamped out of the door.
The rest of the soccer club looked at each other for a moment before scrambling after her.
When they reached the front gates they saw Takahashi and Kawana waiting – the former looking rather uncomfortable and the latter had a small crease of worry lining her face, though it was hardly noticeable – next to a boy with purplish-grey hair and bluish-grey eyes. His spiky hair reached his shoulders as it was neatly brushed down and his bangs covered half of his eyes. He was wearing a dark teal school uniform and had crossed his arms, his fingers tapping impatiently away at his forearm.
"What are you doing here?" Shizuka spat out the moment she came within earshot.
"Hi to you too, Shizuka," the boy said as he turned to look at her. She shot him a look and he sighed.
"I came here to see you, is that too much to ask? You simply transfer here and then go around escaping from hospitals – "
"First of all, I am on an exchange, I did not transfer schools. Second of all, I couldn't just let them lose, could I now?"
"Neither can you just run away from a hospital!" he said exasperatedly.
"Well, whatever. What happened, happened." she pouted slightly and looked away, making him sigh again.
"Honestly." he shook his head before he finally seemed to notice the crowd around them. "Oh, you must be the rest of Raimon's team, I presume."
"Uh, yeah," Endou said, taking a step forward and holding out his hand. "I'm Endou Nao, captain and goalkeeper."
"So I've heard. My name is Fubuki Atsuya, captain and forward." he took Endou's hand with a small nod.
"Well, I have to go again," Atsuya said, a small frown on his face.
"And why is that?" Shizuka raised her eyebrows in expectation. Atsuya coughed awkwardly as he shifted his feet, evading her eyes.
"I kind of snuck away because dad made me promise not to bother you about escaping from the hospital. Only then he would let me come with him to here. So there you have it."
"And you say I'm horrible." Shizuka sighed.
"I've never said that." Atsuya shot her a look.
"Yeah, yeah." she waved him off, making him sigh.
"Anyway, I have to go. I – we – will not go easy on you, and we definitely won't lose! See you on Friday," Atsuya said, turning around while flicking his hand over his shoulder as a goodbye. "Have a nice day, Shizuka."
"Like we'll go easy on you! I'll have you begging for mercy, nii-chan!" Shizuka yelled after him.
"Sure," he said without turning his head.
Everyone was quiet for a while, not exactly sure what to think of the relationship between the twins.
"Shizuka? Are you and your brother on bad terms?" Saito asked carefully.
"Eh?" Shizuka blinked and turned towards him, confusion written on her face. "No? We almost never fight. Only when he does over-overprotective. That pisses me off, but otherwise we can get along just fine."
"Oh." Saito turned to look at Kazemaru who shrugged.
"Anyway, Gouenji?" Shizuka turned towards the white-haired striker.
"Yes?"
"I want to try something with you. Could your father be supervisor, because mine has a lot of things to take care of while he's here?"
"I guess." Gouenji frowned a little.
"Good, let's go then. See you all tomorrow," Shizuka smiled at them before dragging Gouenji off.
"Friday sure is going to be interesting," Kidou said.
"It wouldn't be much fun otherwise," Sakuma said as he placed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.
All right, another chapter done.
I'm really sorry, but inspiration is coming slow. I don't really know anymore when I can update, but I'll try to not take too long.
Anyway, here you have it anons and people who have been nagging me about Fubuki Shirou's appearance. Patience pays off.
Oh and how many hearts did I break by naming his son Atsuya? I broke my own, that's for sure.
See you around.
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