Hi! This is the second chapter to The Sunset Country.-- Disclaimer: I don't own Inazuma eleven, they belong to Level 5.
--Warning: Violence, Depression, probably inaccurate descriptions of medical stuff, slightly suicidal thoughts.
Anemiya Taiyou scowled at the children outside, playing soccer and laughing. He turned over in the hospital bed, done and done with everything.
When he was younger, he was like them too, energetic and soccer-loving. Soccer. What a waste. He was different now, ever since he met that violent soccer player when he was a kid.
That was one thing that he and the boy next to him agreed on. That soccer was pointless and even harmful. Apart from that, he and Matsukaze Tenma either stayed silent or argued.
Their lives were rather miserable, he guessed. Paraplegic Tenma and Tsurugi Yuuichi, Yuuichi's younger brother Kyousuke, amnesiac Kirino Ranmaru in the nearby ward, probably even the brown haired boy Taiyou saw drifting around Kirino's ward every now and then. His life probably sucked, which was Taiyou's guess as to why he looked so depressed all the time.
Fifth Sector had taken over Japan rather easily in Taiyou's opinion. So much for 'the golden age of Endou Mamoru' then. Tsurugi Kyousuke was a Seed for them, much to his brother's annoyance. Taiyou was half convinced to join too, especially since an Ishido Shuuji had asked, even promising money for a surgery. Taiyou had hesitated though- and asked for time to think.
Out of all of them it was Yuuichi who still liked soccer. Before his accident he was a good player, but wherever the elder boy's strength came from he didn't know.
'Tenma, it's time for your meds' Came Nurse Fuuyuka's voice, from near his roommate who glared at her dully. And her, Taiyou remembered. The kind nurse had never vocalised her love or hate of the sport, but everyone knew who she was.
As he sat up though, a flash of dark brown raced across his pherpial vision. What the heck? Taiyou's head whipped to the side, but nobody was there. Okay... That's creepy... Eh, whatever. Maybe it was the depressed-looking boy.
But Taiyou, his mind whispered. Upset-Boy doesn't have hair that long. Nor do any nurses or Doctors.
A sudden energy filled his body. Nurse Fuuyuka and Matsukaze had their backs turned. A flare of something filled his body and before he even knew what he was doing he had darted out of his bed and through the door.
Adrenaline filled his body as he raced through the hallway. Come on Taiyou, where are they? He ignored the whisper in his mind that said that this was like a soccer match. Forget about that, it doesn't matter.
He saw a door closing to his right, a whip of brown hair and a feminine body racing inside.
In a wild sliding motion that even his long ago idol Gouenji Shuuya would envy, he slid into the room and instantly ducked behind a curtain.
It was just like a spy movie! Taiyou would've laughed if he could, but before he could even smile at his success his gaze was diverted to two people in the room.
They looked complete opposites. The man was tall and in his late twenties (or so Taiyou thought). His hair was mint green, with similar coloured eyes, but what make him stand out was what he was wearing. He wore a long grey-black robe falling to the floor with a hood.
The next was a girl, almost the man's opposite. She was shorter than him, with long brown locks and big brown eyes wearing a schoolgirl outfit– and she looked genuinely pissed.
'Asurei, what did you do?' She seethed, walking towards him. The man blinked, looking mildly scared.
'Kinako, I haven't done anything, you know i–'
'They're all injured Asurei!' The girl half yelled, and Taiyou was half sure he felt as terrified as the man looked. 'Almost all of them are in this hospital Asurei, what happened? They were my friends!'
She almost sobbed the last one out and Taiyou was now confused and terrified before realisation struck him. They? Who did she mean? Did she mean.. them? The Tsurugi brothers, Matsukaze, Kirino, Upset-Boy and... and him? But how could they be friends? Taiyou knew he had never met these two... well, weirdos was rude but also appropriate. So... what?
'I know Kinako' Said the man quietly, looking near tears. 'I don't like it either. It's for the best, and–'
Once again he was cut off.
'For the best?' The girl snarled. 'For the best!'
Taiyou was now just scared again. The girl– Kinako– was flaring at the man–Asurei– as if she wanted to hit him.
'How is this for the best, Asurei? They're all injured and- and upset, and its ruined the timeline! What would Fei think?'
Ouch. Taiyou suddenly felt sympathetic to Asurei, who looked as if he had been punched.
And, quite promptly, Taiyou's mouth dropped. The timeline! What the utter heck! Were... where they, Asurei and Kinako.. from the future!? His heart was beating wildly.
Kinako took a deep breath, turning away from Asurei. 'Well, I don't take orders from Toudou-Sama. This is all wrong, Asurei. You know the true timeline. I'm going to fix this mess.'
That jolted the man to action. 'What! Kinako, El Dorado–'
Kinako stalked out of the room. For a moment there was utter silence and Taiyou was grateful. Apparently he needed to relearn how to breathe. Asurei took a deep breath, also relearning. Not that Taiyou could criticise him. Kinako was terrifying.
El Dorado, Fei, Timelines, Asurei and Kinako, What the heck, what the heck, why did Taiyou have such stupid curiosity, why?
Hold up... El Dorado... Taiyou had heard that name before. When he was a child, and he was talking to that violent boy with the cool car-thing...
'Taiyou'
Asurei spoke so suddenly that Taiyou quite literally choked on air. Oh shit he was doomed. Dead. This is the end of Anemiya Taiyou. Hey at least Kinako wasn't here.
Taiyou forced himself to sheepishly walk out of the curtain to look at a tired Asurei.
'How did you know I was here?' He demanded. And then, just as Asurei opened his mouth he shot again. 'Wait, how do you know who i am?'
Asurei took another deep breath, looking at the wall.
'I can't believe I'm doing this' he muttered. Then, turning back to Taiyou:
'I need to tell you something of the utmost importance.'