Akari: Minna! This chapter is {Rewritten}! Again, I'm sorry for making you read a different plot, but don't worry! I can guarantee that Chapter 10-16 remained unchanged! Enjoy!

You're not alone

Chapter 2: Game and Match

"Who are… you guys?"

Sayaka found herself on the ground, still wrapping her arms around Fubuki as the latter's head was on her shoulder. Sayaka forbid him to even take a glance at them. Her sweat trickled down from her brow as she gritted her teeth. "Don't look," she whispered, tightening her hold on him. Her left hand at his waist pulled him closer while her right reached up and brought his head between her collarbone and her neck. This is bad.

The male party had grey jumpsuits with light-grey streaks on the sleeves and the hips, going the way down to their knees they wore an orange belt around the waist, dark-grey with a lighter grey toe cap for their cleats and a sphere placed in the middle of their chest, surrounded by four orange streaks. For the girls, the jumpsuits went all the way down to their feet and long sleeves connected with gloves, light-grey checkered pattern on the chest, spots instead of streaks on sleeves and the blue sphere a little higher around their breasts.

She never felt this scared before, being unprotected and weak with someone she wanted nothing to lay a finger on. She thought she could handle taking care of him with chaos spreading around, but this was insane. Aliens from outer space, destroying soccer and targeting Fubuki. She thought she could finally enjoy a life without any threats given, without consequences needed to face and without a catch in living a normal life, but it was too late to turn back. She took up the offer without hesitation and she needed to be strong for the one who changed her life.

"Sayaka…" A faint whisper from her ear brought her back to reality. "Let me go."

"No," she whispered back, her voice rasped.

"It's obvious who they're looking for. I don't want you to get involve." His voice was sullen and weak, having a touch of guilty in it.

"No." She tighten her embrace further, her eyes hidden from her bangs. "I won't do it."

"Sayaka…"

"No!" The audience of the show gave them confused looks as they watched the heroin shouted. Sayaka stood up with her companion. She broke their hug and slid her hand into his. "Don't worry. We'll make it out alive. Together."

Fubuki's half lidded eyes opened fully and nodded with a smile.

"Good." She sent him a smile. "Let's go!" She kicked the soccer ball toward the group, surprising them as they dodged. Sayaka quickly led as both of them took off running past the gap. A tall bluenette decided to step in their way, appearing right in their way at the entrance. "You know! Girls have defenses too!" Sayaka pulled out a tiny container from her back, stunning her adversary. She sprayed his eyes as orange liquid squatted out and made contact with his non-pupil eyes. He cried in agony and dropped onto his knees, his hands went crazy as they desperately tried to relieve the burning feeling in his eyes. "And that's what you call a pepper spray." She gave them a wink and fled the scene with Fubuki in tow.

Sayaka panted heavily as she took a big gulp of water from her water bottle, letting out a fresh breath of air. "It's been so long since I've run this fast," she remarked, looking to her right and spotted her friend leaning against the wall, smiling at her without breaking a sweat during their short marathon. She rolled her eyes. "You know, I envy you."

Fubuki giggled into his hand. "Don't worry. Sooner or later you'll have the stamina."

"I hoped." She sat down quietly, lost in her thoughts. After their little 'assault' back there, she'd probably angered them to the point of having her execution pushed up to the top of their list. She found an alleyway after a mile run avoiding their sight and seized the chance of appointing this for their hideout. By then, she was out of breath and exhausted. Unexpectedly, Fubuki had a water bottle and offered it to her. She took out her phone and sighed in relief for bringing it along before the attack, not that she would leave it. She typed a quick message and read it numerous of times, correcting and editing kanji characters. "That should do." Satisfied, she clicked the sent button and withdrew her phone back to her pocket.

"What were you doing?" Fubuki asked, wondering about her moving fingers around the phone awhile ago.

"Sending a brief message to Shana." Fubuki frowned as Sayaka stood up and patted his head. "Don't worry. She'll make it in time and besides, even though we move our hiding spot, she have her GPS tracker. She can track us down by our phones."

"Will everything work out?"

Sayaka laughed at his question. "Of course! Everything is perfectly…" she trailed off when she noticed his depression growing and her's transforming into insecurity. "Truth is, I'm also faze about the situation right now. Everything is… so complicating and weird. At the moment, I feel like my freedom has been detained and I'm like a bird trapped in a cage with pairs of hunger eyes looking at me."

Now Fubuki really felt guilty about dragging her into this mess. He didn't want anyone to get involve and neither did he, but fate was twisted and sinister for aiming the complete blame at him. He felt like he was the dull bit in the rainbow, corrupting his neighbouring colour and spreading his virus. He wanted so much in living a normal life with a family and a normal school life, but so far, it was the other way around, the complete 360 degree turn where your whole life from an innocent human into a bloodthirsty beast. Well, too bad. The target has confirm and the cannon has fire.

"But…" He whirled his head to her direction. "I don't regret my decision. In fact, it's better. Well, if you're talking about the circumstances now, it might be a problem and infuriating. But after this whole mess is over, we'll sit down in a table and eat a lot of delicious food and recipes you would like to try and make." She lay a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Fubuki, you're not an outcast. You're the alpha-male in the pack. Don't change what you are right now. No matter what happens, even if our lives are miserable, we'll always love you for who you are." She threw herself on him, enclosing her arms around his back.

Fubuki widened his eyes and relaxed after a few good seconds of registering her words. Tears welled up in eyes. "Un!" He nodded dumbly and returned the hug.

She got ready in her position, racket in hand. She tossed the ball up high and served it to the other half of the court. The ball landed before the service line as her opponent returned it with extra force. She quickly headed for the right side of the baseline and stroke it to the opposite direction of her male opponent. He breathlessly ran for the ball and managed to rally back as the ball flew high up into the sky, travelling it's way to the next court. She smirked. When the ball was at landing point, she jumped and smashed the ball to the other court, catching the bewildered look on him. The whistle clapped twice.

"Game and match, Tsubaki Shana. 6-0."

The audience gushed out cheers as her name was repeated. She made her way to the bench, grabbing the spare towel and draping it onto her head. She set her racket beside her and wiped her sweat using the towel. Her hair with a darker shade of blue tied up into a high ponytail, reaching over the bench as her violet eyes adjusted her sights on the person standing in front of her.

"Congratulations, Shana! That concludes your fourth win in the tournament."

Shana gave a nod in reply. "You too. I heard that you're heading to the finals already."

The other nodded and smiled. "I'll be waiting for you." Katsuragi Minami, Shana's classmate in their 8th grade in junior high. They met during the opening ceremony and found each other to be comfortable. They were classmates during 7th grade and were seated together assigned by the teachers. "Don't worry! A few more matches to go before we'll face off!"

A ring caught them off guard as they flinched from the sudden outburst. Shana flipped her phone on as a text message viewed in front of her screen as she took some time to study. Her deadpanned look sank as she frowned. "Fubuki…"

Minami noticed her distressed look and understood the her intentions. She crouched slightly and gave a smile. "Looks like the prince needs saving. Don't worry, your next match is in a few hours. Make sure you make it back in time."

Shana stood up and pushed her way through the crowd coming in through the door. After making through the crowd, she left the school grounds with her duffle bag slung over her shoulder. Fubuki, wait for me. I'll be right there.

Endou had his arms crossed over his chest with a finger fretfully tapping at his arm. His restless expression didn't helped anyone as his heavy atmosphere resumed in doubling it's size, sending everyone else over the edge. Ichinose stared at him, uncomfortably dodging tons of poorly-ill feeling in the air. "Endou, what are you doing?"

Endou let out a desperate scream while messing his hair up. "I can't stand it anymore! How much longer can we meet this Fubuki Shirou?!"

"Endou, calm down. We're almost…" Just visible from his view was a couple running, with a taller female pulling the shorter male as a soccer ball flew past their heads. Ichinose had his hand pressed against the casement, face heated with fear as the two hopelessly avoided the incoming soccer balls. "What is going on outside…" The others came stumbling about, nearly knocking him out of the way.

"We're almost there! Hold on!" Sayaka encouraged Fubuki as their feet took them to the nearest alley, but was soon destroyed by a shower of black soccer balls. This wasn't helping at all, they're practically mocking them by making a slow painful defeat. Their persuaders never intended on finishing the job early, instead they were taking their time on toying with them until their body collapsed. But she wouldn't let that happened. Sayaka led Fubuki into an old abandoned building for shelter. Even this piece of junk should at least hold their attacks off for the mean time. Both of them broke down onto the floor after advancing upstairs and found a room. "Are you… okay?" She took in all the oxygen she could muster.

Fubuki wasn't exhausted, but she could tell he was panting slightly by his heavy breathing. "Yeah. You?"

Sayaka nodded and stood up. "We need to devise a plan-"

"Too little too late." A soccer ball flew in from the window, shattering the glass right across the room with shards flying everywhere. Coral entered the window frame with the glass shattered right across the room, grinning at their helpless state. His blue hair shaped into fours tentacles extended upwards while another on each side. His light-blue skin gave off an impression of an unnatural skin tone with his eyes having no pupils, only a round shot of white acted as his vision. His gaze landed on the girl, his grin seemingly turned into a scowl. "You'll pay for what you did to my eyes!" He lifted the black ball with his foot into mid-air.

"Run!" Sayaka grabbed Fubuki as they stormed downstairs towards the entrance. A loud roar came from behind as their tiny bodies were forcefully sent flying through the door, landing hard onto the pavement. The building tumbled down like blocks as Coral stood in the middle of the mess, approaching dangerously closer. Sayaka lifted Fubuki up, supporting his weight. "You okay?"

"Yeah, but…" he looked at his left leg, bruised and cut. "…my leg…"

Sayaka frowned in reply. They were surrounded with no openings or anything to defend with. A predator drawing closer while they were trapped in a circle with others gawking them as the main feast. In a distance, a group of middle schoolers came for their rescue. What are they doing?! There isn't any means to play the hero right now with them! She wanted to shout for them to run when she noticed their jerseys. The lightning mark. Hey eyes widened. Could it be? She drew a smirk out as sweat slid down her cheeks. Why is Japan's number one team doing here? Raimon Eleven. I don't know what is their purpose here, but… this might work! I hate to take advantage of people, but desperate times calls for desperate measures! Once they're close enough…

"You guys look a bit shaken up there. Here, let me fix it!"

Her luck ran out when Coral shot the ball at their direction. I can easily dodge, but…! With Fubuki beside me, I can't guarantee his safety!

The squeaking sound of the shoe, the swishing of the racket and the impact of a ball. Everyone froze when the soccer ball flew past their heads. Everything went by with a blur, but Fubuki caught the action accurately. A smaller yellow ball had driven the ball away from it's coast and the only one who's able to do that was… A figure stood above a five feet wall with a tennis racket in hand. The head took up a slightly oval shape, the rim coloured blue with a hitch of red, white painted delicately on each string with a green Hakuren mark outstretching over the racket, the neck took up the colour of sky-blue with the black handle strapped around at the base.

"Game and match, Tsubaki Shana. 6-0."