Hibisha: And we have another chapter!

TOBF: You're on a roll aren't you?

Hibisha: Although, I'm thinking of quitting this project.

TOBF: WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU DO THAT?

Hibisha: No one likes it.

TOBF:….in other words, no one is reviewing your sorry story?

Hibisha: THE PAIN OF IT! Anyways, I don't own Inazuma Eleven, yada yada yada. On with it!

Chapter 4

I didn't know what exactly had happened between Hiroto and Nagumo. Hiroto was kind of bratty but he seemed like a good kid. So why on earth did Nagumo seem to hate him so much? Nagumo couldn't seem to walk past Hiroto without spitting out some insult or the other. I God-honestly did not want to pry until one day I finally cracked and took Hiroto aside.

"Okay, tell me the truth." I said, in as much bossiness as I could muster, dragging Hiroto under a large apple tree in the backyard, "What happened between you and Nagumo?" Hiroto turned pink and scratched his head. I sat down, munching on a piece of lollipop.

"Well," he began, "Nagumo and I kinda had a rough start. Some-something happened and Nagumo blames me for it…" I tilted my head.

"Blames you? Why?" I asked, not understanding at all. Hiroto opened his mouth to answer but a voice cut in from above us.

"Because he's a freaking snitch that's why!" I looked up to see Nagumo perched in the tree, looking down disdainfully at Hiroto. I gawked at the red head above me. How on earth did he manage to climb up so high? Nagumo jumped down, landing on his feet. I stared at him. How had he managed to pull that off? I would have died before making the jump.

Nagumo gave Hiroto a cold and calculated look. Hiroto scowled and kicked at the grass. I frowned.

"What do you mean by snitch?" I asked. Nagumo glared at the other red head. Hiroto rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue. I waited patiently one of them to start explaining. It was Hiroto who began the story.

"Well, it so happened Nagumo was a newly transferred kid at the orphanage." he said, leaning against the tree, "We became close friends-" Nagumo snorted but Hiroto continued his story, ignoring him, "A year after his arrival, Nagumo got into trouble and he blames me for it and he refuses to be civil and so I'm not being civil either!"

"I wouldn't have ever got into trouble if it hadn't been for you!" Nagumo yelled. I looked at the two of them and shook my head.

"All this fuss." I said, running a hand through my silver locks, "Why don't you guys just forget what happened and become friends again?" Nagumo's eyes widened.

"Become friends with him again?" he cried, incredulous, "He ratted me out!" Hiroto glared at Nagumo.

"If I hadn't, you'd be dead right now!" he shouted back. Nagumo and Hiroto glared off in opposite directions. I blinked. Eh~this was going to be harder than I thought. I scratched my head.

"Guys, just get over it. Hiroto, it wasn't nice of you to rat out Nagumo. Nagumo, Hiroto must have really thought your life was in danger. Now make up!" Hiroto made a face. Nagumo looked ready to beat him up. I sighed. This called for drastic measures. Grabbing both their hands, I forced them into shaking each other's hand.

"Fine," Nagumo said, his face pouting like a baby, "I'll be civil if he stays civil." Hiroto nodded in agreement. I shrugged. It was the best I could hope for right now. Hiroto waved goodbye as he headed back inside and I sat underneath the tree. A few minutes later, Nagumo slid into position next to me. I looked at him from the corner of my eyes.

"So…" I began, "Gonna tell me what happened or do I have to make up weird shit in my head?" Nagumo laughed. I grinned. I hadn't been this direct to anyone before and now I had been open to two people at the same time. I felt a sense of relief flood me. Maybe there was hope for me after all.

"It happened a little time before you showed up." he said, looking up at the tree, "I was looking for a soccer ball I had recently lost. After I found it, I saw this old lady trying to cross the street. Naturally, I helped her. She thanked me and offered me cookies. I decided I'd help her from then on. Soon, Hiroto heard about my lil' secret." Nagumo's eyes darkened considerably for a 7 year old, "The brat actually went and told Hitomi-chan on me." My eyes widened. I didn't get two things. How on earth could Hiroto do such a thing and why Hitomi-kun thought it was bad to help old ladies.

"Hitomi-chan was angry to say the very least. Told me never again to talk to strangers. She told me off about accepting cookies from an unknown person." I nodded my head. Seems legit. That person could have been a nutter. Nagumo's eyes lowered as he stared at the ground.

"Even though I knew they were right, I couldn't help but hate Hiroto. It was all his fault I didn't get to go to the spring festival since I got grounded." I blinked. Hiroto was so mean. But then I shook my head. No, people make mistakes. It's what makes us human. Somehow, I got the feeling Nagumo was more upset about Hiroto betraying him that missing the festival. Getting up, I reached out for Nagumo's hand.

"Don't worry. This time, I know Hiroto will never betray your trust again!" Nagumo rolled his eyes. Taking my hand, he got up. I patted his back.

"I'm hungry," I said, rubbing my belly before taking off, "Last one to the kitchen is a rotten egg!" Nagumo's eyes widened before he sped up after me.

"That's not fair!" he yelled as the two of us raced to the building, "You had a head start!" I turned around and stuck my tongue out at him. Although, I knew, head start or not, I was going to win. It was something I had discovered after coming to the orphanage-I was pretty speedy. In fact, some people had started calling me a gazelle because I was able to perform leaps and run as fast as the wind.

Gazelle…., I though, running ahead of Nagumo, Not bad….not bad at all.

Hibisha: And that is why you don't mess with Gazelle.

TOBF: Please review!