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I'm surprised by myself that I could finish this chapter so early (Yes, this is early for me XD Normally I need about a month^^'')

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Titel: A Sickness named Helplessness

Part: 2/3

Mainpairing: Fidio/Rococo

Note: Beware Boy's love and a depressed Fidio

Disclaimer: Inazuma Eleven and its characters are not mine and I don't earn anything with it

"So", Edgar clapped his hands to demand everyone's attention

"Well! Given that everyone is here, I want to greet you all. It is nice that so many of you had time to attend this little event. With this party, we want to show our appreciation to your football which you have shown us in the tournament. Have a good time."

There was no need to repeat his words. Without hesitation the attendees started to chat with each other – or most of them. Rococo, who still stood near the entrance, looked around to observe the guest. Windy and Ryuu already went to Kazemaru and Fubuki, Drago talked to Someoka and his other mates disappeared from his sight. He saw Jonas and Pierre, the captains of Germany's and France's national team, who had a conversation, and a few other players of both teams. He could not spot any members of Red Matador or The Empire what was a bit regrettable because Goushu was friendly with Red Matador's captain.

Finally, he recognized Fidio's gaze towards him which he returned naturally. They remained like this a while till Fidio averted his glance and started a conversation with Kidou. Rococo paused – Did Fidio really avoided him right now or was it just his imagination? He had no time to think about it as he heard his name and turned to see Endou who walked towards him. He shook hands with Mamoru before the latter one started to talk. It was good to hear Mamoru's voice, Rococo thought, but he preferred to talk to Fidio. Most people would say that he could not care less because Mamoru and Fidio were a lot alike – at least his team thought so. He dissent from them. Fidio was a completely different person to him than anyone could understand.

The first time he saw Fidio, he was fascinated by his appearance. Rococo loved his shining and challenging eyes which were filled with concern for his teammates. He loved his quickly and agile movement on the field, his skills with which he kicked the ball like it was stuck to his feet.

Yes, he really loved this guy. It took time till he recognized it. Particularly because he did not thought he could be attracted to a boy – and here began the problem. Not only Fidio lived various kilometre away but also was a guy; it was sort of a crime. Actually, there was no chance that Fidio would love him.

"Rococo, are you even listening?", Mamoru dragged him out of his thoughts.

"Sorry, Mamoru. I just... well...", he stuttered not knowing what to say. Endou, as happy as ever, said he never minded and finished his sentence from before. Rococo nodded understandingly what raised the Japanese a smile. He had noticed that Rococo was preoccupied so he said goodbye to him for the time being and went to talk to Roniejo. Little Gigant's captain breathed deeply. A short look to Fidio told him that he did not talk to Kidou anymore so that he could greet him. Even if he did not stand a chance, he could at least stay by his side. However, Dylan threw a spanner in his plans by pressing him a drink – thank god that it was no alcohol – in the hand so that Mark reached Fidio before him. The left evening did not continue any better. Rococo was always approached by different people and at once he lost sight of Fidio.

It was around midnight, when Rococo saw how Fidio left the saloon. He asked himself if he should run after him but was not sure whether it was such a good idea.

Dylan was the one who made the decision for him.

"You want him, right? Then you must follow him", he advised. He did not need to say it twice; immediately, Rococo followed Orpheus' captain.

"It was merely a matter of time."

"Hm, did you say something, Dylan?", Mark asked curious.

"No, nothing my dear", he answered with a smirk, so that Mark just smiled.

It was too much for him, he just could not stand it anymore. Fidio sat in an empty corridor, leaning against a wall. He pulled his legs to his body, crossed his arms on his knees and placed his ached head on them. He was barely able to keep his eyes open, a result of the sleepless nights. Any time he has slept he was woken up by that dream and even if he has managed to fall asleep once again, it was a matter of time till the dream appeared and dragged him back to reality. He could not sleep and think clear therefore he felt helpless. This helplessness even affected his body – though he pain in his head and chest were just mental. It was useless. A real vicious circle. Why did he dream something like that? He has never had any conflicts with Rococo before and he never considered the idea of a violent Rococo. So just why...?

Fidio startled as he felt a cold hand on his cheek. He looked to his left only to regret it immediately. The concerned eyes of Rococo, who sat down next to him, meet his sleepy ones and Fidio cursed himself that he had not hear him coming.

"Are you alright, Fidio?"

"I'm fine", he answered sudden and annoyed due to the fact that too many people had asked him that. Rococo was a bit surprised, but did not say anything. It was obvious that Fidio did not want to talk about his health, what was also shown by the fact that he focused his gaze on the floor.

"Your hand is cold", murmured Fidio. Only now Rococo realized that his hand was still on the others cheek so he removed it directly. The Italian looked at him from the corner of his eye's thinking how weird it was for a goalkeeper to have cold hands. He never really thought about it but the hand which slapped him in his dream was warm, not to compare with the other's one. Not that he would mind the cold hands which effect that his blood ran cold – strange to say in a positive way.

Rococo did not miss Fidio's look therefore he became encouraged to ask him another question.

"Why were you ignoring me?"

Fidio winced; had it really been that obviously?

"I don't know what you mean. You were always busy talking with someone."

"When you knew that, why haven´t you come to me? You could have join the conversation, nobody would have been worried about it. At least, I have tried to get near you."

Rococo did not really expect an answer hence he was surprised about the Italian giving him one.

"Yeah, sorry about that." Fidio paused till he continued. Although it was not his intention, he asked him the words which just left his lips.

"Have you ever used violence against someone?"

Orpheus did it – he was one of the few ones who were able to make Rococo speechless.

"Hell no! Why should I?", he asked filled with indignation.

"Don't know. Sorry, that was a stupid question", he mumbled sheepishly.

Fidio's doubts of his own sanity were strengthen. The other one has never used violence, so just why had he dreamt of it?

The concern in Rococo's eyes grew as he recognized that Fidio lost himself in thoughts. His heart hurt by the notion that his beloved one suffered but it hurt more that he could not help because he did not know what was wrong with him.

He sighed distressed. Truly, he wanted to try something but he was not sure if Fidio would like his intent. No, he was sure that he would not like what he was going to do rather he would hate him. But Rococo could not control himself anymore furthermore was it not okay to be egoistic sometimes?

Gently, Rococo caught hold of the other's shoulder, so that Fidio turned his head in order to look at him enquiringly. He was not able to see the concern or scruple in the goalkeeper's eyes because he act on his feelings and closed his eyes as Rococo bend forward to press his lips against Fidio's ones.

It did not took a long time to count as a real kiss but it last longer than just a peck.

Rococo did not apologised as Fidio blinked in surprise afterwards though he became flustered when the other one just continued starring. He thought that Fidio struggled with himself if he should slap him before he runs away or not; but none of these thoughts whirred in Fidio's head. He was to busy to ask himself why the pain had disappeared than to deal with Rococo. If he had not been that confused he would have sigh in frustration. In contrary, he surprised Rococo by leaning with his forehead against his shoulders. Indeed, Rococo was in almost the same manner confused about Fidio's action but wrapped his arms around the Italian's body when he reminded silent.

He was about to say something when Fidio hushed him with a little request.

"I'm tiered. Can we stay like this?"

As before he was not sure why he said this but he felt that it was okay. He sensed that it was right even if Rococo did not answer. He tighten his grip a bit what was enough proof for Fidio to close his eyes and to fall asleep.

"Who are you looking for?", Mark asked Hidetoshi who looked quite agitated trough the saloon.

"Fidio", was the short answer which Unicorn's captain get.

"He left the room earlier but no need to worry, Rococo is looking for him."

Dylan pointed to the entrance, what Hide thanked him with a nod before he left the room.

"What has he done that everyone is so concerned about him?"

"Oh, are you jealous? You should know that we all love you, Mark", Dylan grinned suggestive.

Mark just rolled his eyes – though he blushed sightly – and went to Ichinose, leaving Dylan behind.

"Oh, come on. Don't be like!", he called after him well knowing that Mark was going to ignore him; at least till they were going to return to the hotel room.

Although the house was huge, Hidetoshi found them easily. He paused as he saw them, not sure if he should disturb their togetherness. But before he could turn around, Rococo already spotted him, trying to hide the smile on his face due to the fact that Fidio lay in his arms.

"He seemed to be really tiered... so I didn't want to refuse him to sleep", he explained quietly.

Hidetoshi nodded understandingly and came up to them. He looked at the sleeping one for a short moment, till he sighed.

"You really are a pain in the neck with your fear to be an encumbrance to us."

Rococo just chuckled at his words thinking that this really sounded like Fidio.

"I think he should be brought back to his hotel room", Hide said hesitantly.

He felt uncomfortable to separate them but now it was the best for Fidio to lay in a fluffy bed – not that he doubted that Fidio felt pleasant in Rococo's embrace.

Carefully, Rococo stood up while he picked up Fidio and held him tight in his arms.

After due consideration, he averted his gaze from Fidio and looked at the Japanese.

"Can I go with you?", he asked unsure.

Hidetoshi smiled.

"Of course."

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Next chapter will took more time because I'm in Paris for one week ^O^

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