Chapter 17, Treasures of Black and White?

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Reaper: Ohayō my peeps. It's soo good to be back. The picture above is relevant later in the chapter so im going to explain, please ignore the infinity charm and imagine the hemp goes completely around, the charm explained later in the chapter being woven in. The black and white accents on the bracelets are red. Thanks and hopefully I didn't confuse you!

I don't own Inazuma Eleven, you, or the pictures used. Enjoy!

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Your body heaved as the contents of your stomach spilled into the toilet. The bile burning the back of your throat and nostrils. The one conclusion you came to, morning sickness. Standing up you push the silver handle down, watching everything disappear out of sight a few moments later. It's been a couple of days since you heard the news of Genda's capture, nightmares haunting your sleep, but you haven't heard any thing new. It had started to put you on edge.

"I hate this" You murmured, brushing your teeth to rid the taste of stomach bile. You just stared at your reflection the rest of your time in the bathroom before making your way back to your room to find warmer clothes, being clad in shorts and a tank top did little against the cool morning air. You nearly jumped when a door not far behind you creaked and a slightly taller figure shuffled into the narrow hallway.

"You do know it's four in the morning right?" Idoya yawned and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. Sleep still evident in her half lidded eyes as she gave a lopsided smile. Her voice was slightly slurred but quiet as she followed you into your room, flopping on your bed with a heavy sigh.

You grabbed sweatpants and a t-shirt to change into from the dresser before slipping off behind the side of it. Peeling the shorts and top off your body and hurriedly throwing on the pants and shirt. You placed the dirty clothes in the hamper before finally turning to Idoya to reply, sarcasm laced  between each word. 

"Yes I know what time it is. My stomach just doesn't seem to really care about the concept of time" A small laugh left the brunettes mouth before she sat up to glance at you from head to toe.

"Lets hope you don't loose anymore weight. It's dangerous, for you and the baby" Your mouth worked its way into a frown and your gaze found the floor. You've only been able to eat small portions of food at a time, other wise it just comes strait back up not long after. 

"Ya.....Idoya, what's going to happen. Everything is a mess." You bit your lip, fighting off the tears that threatened to make way down your cheeks. You swore you wouldn't cry again. You had to be strong, for Genda and Neko! For the team!

A heavy sigh passed through the lips of your best friend. She stood and made her way towards your trembling figure, placing a warm hand on the small bump of your stomach.

"I know everything is crazy right now and you have a lot on your shoulders. I can only imagine what you are going through but you're strong, I know you are. Not only that but the team has your back, even if it doesn't seem like it." Her words brought only slight relief to your over worked mind but you knew she was right. These were the cards you were dealt now it's up to you how to use them to your advantage.

"Genda and Fubuki already have the plan set into action. They're relying on you to draw attention to yourself so this goes over as smooth as possible. It should be complete by tomorrow after the game and yes I know about the whole plan thing." Idoya looked guilty but relieved at the same time, like letting something heavy off her chest. Your hand gripped the cool handle of the door tighter as you swung it open, marching down the hall. 

"Then that's exactly what I'm going to do " New determination coursed through your veins, you were ready to face the situation head on. Nothing would stop you from now on and you'd be damned if you let anything do so. 

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