Hibisha: And now, we have the final chapter. Have fun! I don't own Inazuma Eleven. I just own the plot and Madison Harp.

TOBF: Are you sure this is the final chapter? Btw, Madison is a flake.

Hibisha: You think all my OCs are flakes. A BTW, I hope this is the final chapter. Nothing is certain as till of yet.

TOBF: You're useless. And the reason I think all your OCs are flakes are because they are.

Hibisha: T.T On with the fic.

"Nothing Left"

Reina's POV:

I walked down the hallway and stared at everyone all around. The hospital was dreadful place to be...everyone was so morbid. I wondered again what I was doing here. When I had opened my eyes, I was standing outside the Operating room. I searched everywhere for a face I knew but saw none around. What was I doing here? The last thing I remember is well-confessing to Hiroto. Suddenly, I felt myself blush.

Oh God! What had I done? How was I ever going to face him now? I sat don on a chair and hid my face in my arms. Oh holy mother of a duck! Sighing heavily, I got up and made my way around, just walking aimlessly. Nobody seemed to notice me. I wondered what I was doing in the hospital and why I was allowed to roam so freely. Although, I did not feel the least bit tired. Suddenly, I stopped.

WHY didn't I feel tired? I wasn't supposed to feel this good. The virus was eating me alive. I was supposed to be super sleepy all the time but right now, I felt...free. My body felt feather light and I felt as if I could fly. Have I been cured? I wondered in awe. Was that the reason I was in the hospital? If that was the case, then everyone must be in the waiting room...worried. I raced towards the waiting room, a happy smile plastered on my face. I was cured! I had found a cure to my own disease. I was going to hug the life out of Madison.

Rushing into the waiting room, I saw no one there and instantly my hopes deflated. They weren't there. Suddenly, I saw a person sitting there. My heart stopped. Of all the people, why did it have to be Hiroto? I walked towards him, getting more and more nervous with each step I took. But before I could open my mouth he said something with made me freeze.

"Reina...Oh God, I love you too Reina, I love you too." He put his face in his hands and sobbed. I couldn't move. My heart was thudding in my chest. Hiroto...loved me? Why didn't he turn around and look at her then? Suddenly, Madison came and offered him a can of coke. He looked up at her with bleary eyes.

"How is she?" he asked. I was confused. How was who? And how did Hiroto know Madison Madison's eyes narrowed. She bit her lower lip.

"Come with me." was all she said before she lead the way. I was curious, I made my way with them, slightly amazed both of them had shown any signs of being happy I was there. Quite frankly, I expected it out of Hiroto but I was deeply hurt when Madison just ignored me like that. A bit ruffled, I folded my arms and walked with them, silently plotting ways I could murder them. I was so caught up in my own rage that I failed to pay attention to what Madison was saying. Finally, when I decided to listen, Hiroto was sighing heavily.

"So the donor...?" he asked hopefully. Madison looked grim.

"I think Reina's condition is stable." she said and I rolled my eyes. Well no duh! I was walking perfectly, no ache anywhere. Then the red-head bit her lower lip. "Its just that the donor...never mind."

"What doner?" I asked, genuinely curious. And just like the past 15 minutes, I was, once again, ignored. Folding my arms again, I glared daggers at both of them. In fact, had anyone been giving me that look, I would have run away screaming. Instead both Madison and Hiroto walked on calmly-forced calmness I suddenly realized. Panic hit me like a bolt of lightning. Who was this donor? What had happened to her/him? My breathing became uneven and my mind began to swirl around, causing a turmoil inside my head.

Who could it be? What organ needed to be donated? Was it Fuu-chan? Nagu-chan? Kii? Obviously it couldn't be Hiroto since he was here discussing things with Madison. I walked behind them, oblivious to the world around me. I was half focused so I nearly missed Madison's comment.

"She's in a comatose condition." So my donor was definitely a 'she' then. I started racking my memory to find a suitable person who would donate an organ to me. Kii? Clara? Who was it? Why would she do this much for me? WHO would do so much for me?

"My my, you don't see this kind of beauty everyday." I looked up to see a pinked haired man leaning against the door frame, his arms folded. Reina looked at him surprised. SO far, he was the only person who had acknowledged my presence. I couldn't help it-I blushed. The man was dressed in a pair of black jeans, a blue polo sweater which really enhanced his teal eyes. Running a hand through his pink hair, he abandoned his support and walked over to me, arms still folded.

"The name is Atsuya," he said, extending one hand "Atsuya Carters." I took his hand and shook it, introducing myself with a genuine smile. He put both his hands in his pockets and began walking after Hiroto and Madison, who had completely ignored me and had splurged on ahead. I literally had to jog over to catch up to them. Atsuya walked calmly although his long legs enabled him to catch up very quickly at a slightly quicker pace.

"So where are you from?" I asked Atsuya, all the while amazed I wasn't the least bit tired after the jog. His accent was not American neither was his face. In fact, he looked Asian. Atsuya simply shrugged.

"Here, there, everywhere," he replied offhandedly, "I don't actually have a permanent place to stay." I grinned.

"So you're a hobo?" she teased. Atsuya paused slightly before replying.

"You-You could say that. Or one could simply say I'm a free spirit." I shook my head. What kind of a weird response was that? I concentrated on what Madi was telling Hiroto.

"Well, her charts have the right readings but-" I gulped. Madison and Hiroto stopped in front of a room. Peeking in, I saw nearly everyone from the orphanage whom I knew, standing around the bedside. I couldn't see the person's face though. I noticed Fuusuke and Nagumo in the crowd and sighed with silent relief. They weren't the donors. Behind me, Atsuya whistled.

"Large crowd here," he commented and I nodded. I tried to stand on my toes to see who it was but couldn't get a clear view. Suddenly I froze. What if-it was crazy idea, but what if Father had been the donor. That would explain the crowd. And the silent tears that were streaking down most facing. But I shrugged off the thought as soon as it came. Madison had said that the donor was a female. At least, that's the gist I got. I tried to get people to move out of the way so I could see, but everyone was belligerently ignoring me. I huffed. Was I supposed to bodily remove one of them?

Wait, could it be Hitomiko? She was a female and very much like an older sister to them. That would explain why everyone was gathered and crying but what it didn't explain was why? Why would Hitomiko do this for me? I sighed. Things were getting more and more confusing by the minute. Who was this donor? Why did she help me? What possible reason could be there? Obviously it had to be someone I knew very well. I turned around and silently stalked out of the room, unnoticed by everyone. My thoughts were causing a conflict in my head as I proposed on theory after another, each being rejected my either my heart or my brain.

The heart and the brain...they were like mortal enemies of one another, neither anything without the other. No use of a heart if the brain was to be damaged. No used of the brain if the heart stopped functioning. I sighed. That was life itself wasn't it. It was a conflict within a conflict that no one was able to solve.

"Meaningless gibberish like the one you're sprouting isn't going to help you know." I turned to face Atsuya with a startled look. He rolled his eyes. "You were talking out loud." I turned red. Oops. Busted. Atsuya came and sat down next to me on the chairs outside the room where I was seated. I pulled my legs up and wrapped my arms around them. He put his arms behind his head and he leaned back, getting comfortable.

"So where are you from?" he asked. I looked at him slightly surprised. He shrugged. "Trying to make light conversation." I smiled.

"I'm from Japan. You?" I knew I had already asked but he had never replied. This time however, he looked thoughtful.

"I'm from Japan as well." he replied finally. I gave him a surprised look. That would explain his accent and his facial structure. Atsuya looked at her with a grin.

"So that Hiroto dud's you beau?" he asked out of the blue. Immediately my face flushed and the air around me felt hotter.

"Yes...No...I don't know." I mumbled. He grinned.

"Ah! One of those cases I see." he laughed. I glared at him. He smiled at me. I couldn't tell what it was but there was something sad in it-as if he were sympathizing with me. Frowning, I got up and paced around just because I was too jittery to be sitting around. Atsuya watched me with a calculated look. Finally I snapped.

"Will you stop staring at me already!" I said, walking over to him and leering at him. He didn't bat an eye.

"You should go in and see who's on that bed." he said suddenly. I gave him a look with pure surprise flickering across my face. Then I marched inside the room again. Again, nobody budged when I asked them to. Getting frustrated, I punched Hiroto in the back trying to get him to move. Still no response. Just as I was about to dare to actually go and punch either Fuu-chan or Nagu-chan, I spotted a chair which as unoccupied. Happy, I climbed up to see the person's face.

At first I couldn't see the face at all. There were too many heads in front of the one I wanted to see. But as Clara shifted to move next to Atsuishi, I caught sight of the person laid in the bed. My heart stopped beating for a few seconds. I opened my mouth to say something-anything, but all that came out was a blood curling scream.

Hibisha: Well?

TOBF: WTF?

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