The greenhaired alien - Inazuma Eleven

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I never let Jordan out of my sight, I had no choice. The beautiful boy was far from healed, but he tried to do literally everything the doctors discouraged. And no, I wasn't exaggerating. Right now he was putting on his brand new Raimon uniform to train.

"Jor, can you listen to us for once," I asked desperately. He looked up from putting on his shoes, raised a brow, and continued. I sighed.

"Jordan, this isn't wise to do," Jude agreed. "This isn't wise to do," he copied with a high voice. He finished tying his shoes and frowned when he saw our worried expressions.

"Honestly guys, I'm fine. There are a thousand painkillers in my blood. Besides, it's not the first time I've played with injuries." I tilted my head. "I had a broken spine during the game against the sad old men," he said as if it was a common thing. I ignored the word sad. All I could do was think about how I was going to punch this 'father'.

"You know that's not normal, right?" He just shrugged. "Besides," Jude tried, "there is no alien team threatening us right now. I think it's a good time to take a break with the whole team." Mark stormed in. "It's time to practice, in case new aliens will attack," he said enthusiastically. I pinched my nose bridge. "Mark, tell Jordan that he can't train." The captain stared at him with big eyes. 

"Train? That'll only worsen your injuries, please don't." Jordan finally gave in after Mark stared at him for two minutes.
"Alright then." I frowned. "Hey, why didn't you listen to me, but to Mark?" I asked offended. The boy just smiled and gave me a kiss before he walked away to chat with Todd and Jack. 

"Hey, I asked you something!" Damnit Jordan.

That evening I went to the bedroom early. I opened the case file I hadn't looked at much. When I took out the T messages to compare them to Xavier's, I saw a fold in one of the papers. Had someone been reading this without me knowing? Maybe it was just Jordan or Jude, they came up with theories all the time. Perhaps they just wanted to see if their ideas could be true. But on the other hand, they always asked permission. I decided to focus on the file first.

"Xavier Schriller," I mumbled to myself, "what have you done to piss T off?" 

Someone poked me. "Rhona? Rho, wake up." I opened my eyes and realized I had fallen asleep on the desk. "What are you doing," Sylvia asked worriedly. I showed her one of the T messages, and while she looked at it I hid the Xavier file in my bag. 

"You shouldn't spend all your time doing this you know, it's unhealthy," Nelly said while changing into her pajamas. "Besides, it's past midnight. Sporters should have a steady sleep schedule." I hummed and put the messages back in the bag. She was right. Tomorrow I'd ask Jordan and Jude about the T messages, just to be sure.

Torch wandered through the Alius hallways. He had to know more about Alius' shady actions. That's why he stole a guard's keycard. He was good at pickpocketing. Gazel taught him how to do it when he was ten. They were problematic kids, now that he thought back at it. They would've been such good criminals if they weren't aliens. Or maybe agent's like a James Bond duo.

He reached his destination and opened the secured door with the card. Only a select few people were allowed to go in that hallway. Father, his assistant, and the three ugly bald men. Sometimes he saw maids enter, but that was all. 

Prominence's captain was sweating like crazy once he walked through the halls. It was similar to the other places at the base, except the doors in the hallway were regular, wooden ones. There was a sound coming from one of them, and Torch hid behind the corner. 

"Be our guest, be our guest, put our service to the test," he heard a young child's voice sing. Why was there a child? He dared to walk to the door, and to his surprise, it was opened. He peeked into the room and saw a little girl with brown hair, tied up in two braids. Her golden dress costume looked familiar. She was drawing and singing as if nothing was wrong. Then she looked up at him.

"Who are you?" the girl asked. She didn't know him, was she not from Alius then? He couldn't scare her, or he'd be caught. "My name is Claude," he said carefully. Torch pushed the door open and walked in. The room was surprisingly pretty. The walls were a light yellow with pink flowers on them, the bedsheets had puppies on them, and there were loads of toys. "What's yours?"

"Yuuka," she said, and she continued drawing. "Don't you have a last name," he asked her with raised eyebrows. "Do you?" This girl was smart. "Beacons," he answered as casually as possible. She smiled. "Nice to meet you, Claude Beacons, I'm Yuuka Blaze." Torch was speechless. Now he knew why Axel Blaze left the team, it was because he was being blackmailed. 

"What are you doing here, Yuuka Blaze?" She raised her drawing, and Torch recognized the candle holder. He looked back at her dress. "You're a Beauty and the Beast fan I see." To be honest, he had no idea how to speak with little kids. They were just too fragile.

"I love princesses," she happily said. She put her pencil down and looked up to Torch. "I'm at a sleepover." The striker frowned. "A sleepover?"

"Yes, until dad and Axel are back home." The redhead only nodded. "Alright, see you around then," he said, and then he left the room. He had no idea what to do with her anymore.

"Bye Claude!"

In bed, Torch thought about how he could rescue the girl. How long before Yuuka would realize she's not at a sleepover? This was going too far. Maybe he could get Axel to reunite him with his teammates. There was this detective guy close to the team, he could help him 'find' Yuuka. But first, he needed to find Axel and lure the team there.

And so he snuck out in the middle of the night, to the Alius archives. He was allowed to go there, but only in a restricted area. Torch had stolen a key again, he was becoming good in these things. Then he found the A. Blaze file. It had way too much information about the boy. But the location was unknown to the aliens.

Torch followed every piece of information about the boy until sunrise. Right before he was going to give up, he had it. A mysterious football guy in an orange hoodie, shooting with flames, it had to be him.
Let's get Raimon to Okinawa. He already knew how, Axel Blaze wasn't the only flame striker.