Revenge (An Inazuma Eleven Fanfiction)(On Hold)

Jirou's plan

Konichiwa Minna-san! Gomenasia that I didn't updated this book for at least three months... THREE MONTHS! I would try my best to update this story and make it better with every new part so please support me like you always have!

And shoutout to MimiMa9 who has supported me all along the way I couldn't ask for anything more from her she's the best

DarkRose-Chan you always have replied my texts whenever I went offline! Seriously I would have talked with Mimi for 15 mins or more and when I leave exactly that time you would be online .p.s. Don't take this on the wrong side I'm just saying now the terms were against us for not chatting with each other

Okay enough of me blabbering! On to the story 👇👇👇👇👇
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Darkness spread everywhere invading the last rays of sunshine as night engulfed the city. The only source of light was the moon and the stars gleaming in the night sky but wasn't enough to light up the entire city. The lights in front of each building were providing enough light for the predestrians to walk their way through the society but no one was safe when a blood thirsty murderer is off the leash as he does what he wants.

Jirou along with his remaining 4 people walked with him on the pavement as if no one was after their lives but they split up at a X-junction continuing their own path. No one except Jirou and his mafia knows what was the plan that guarantee the capture of Fubuki since they refused to give out the details saying that it would be a surprise for both them and their dear Fubuki Shirou.

Jirou moved forward with a calm and serious expression since according to him he has control over every single thing. Another turn to the left was made as he glances behind for a fraction of a second bringing his gaze back towards the pavement.

Soon he found himself at another X junction where he abruptly stopped in his tracks and at that moment the streetlights started to flash as if something went faulty in the circuits and then everything went pitch black. Nothing was to be seen since moonlight wasn't enough for illuminating the city.Finally, the lights stopped flashing as a figure could be chalked out standing in the shadows of the buildings chuckling devilishly.

"I went out for a decent walk and found myself some shit ready for me to devour him" ,he said aloud but this didn't made Jirou flinch even once despite Fubuki's murderous aura.

Fubuki laughed at the fearless soul infront of him as an amusement sparked in his cold darken eyes.

"You aren't scared from your very own death! Well now you made it worst for yourself" ,he laughed maniacally as his face was met with his hands.

"My desire of killing you has now become deadly big."

He got near Jirou and didn't stop pacing towards him till there was less than an inch distance between them as cold glares met, and radiant breathing felt on their skin but Jirou didn't displayed any kind of sign of fear from his death as he stood there with a calm expression amusing the murderer even more.

"Aren't you scared? Go on beg for your pitiful life Jirou...Make a run for it" ,Fubuki mocked but Jirou stood there well composed.

"And if I don't, huh?" Jirou verbally combated which earned another creepy laugh from the untamed madman.

"Isn't it obvious or are you that stupid that you can't see you are looking at your source of death" ,Fubuki took off his mask that concealed half of his face and pushed his hood back revealing the changes.

His piercing freezing glare stood firm on the one who just tried to mock him which flowed with visible rage. His stitched scar that started from his side of the eye to the tip of his smirk stood out on his pale white skin. The highlights on his hair where slightly visible under the light of the lamposts with the additional glow of the luminous moon.

"I see, taking in my looks ,aren't you?" Fubuki smirked devilishly as he pulls out a pistol and placed it on his chest that underneath was the pitiful heart pumping which he would soon put a stop to it.

His smirk into something more bigger, more sinister as the two tips stretched widely as Jirou could feel the cooling sensation of the metal of the gun moving upwards and as soon as it stopped moving across his body ,Fubuki  pulled the trigger causing a banging sound to be heard.

Jirou clenched his shoulder that was heavily bleeding letting a few droplets to splash onto Fubuki's clothes whose grin grew even wider and smelled it with amusement.

"The blood of a brainless shit" ,he chuckles with evident evil gleaming in his eyes.

Jirou gasped for air as his vision became blurry and felt a pang of aching pain in his whole body but he wasn't ready to give in ,not yet. He gritted his clenched teeth tighter as he looks up from the bloody mess to meet with a person who has a screw or two loose as he takes another step forward, eyes wide open and an amused look plastered on his face.

"Did I hurt you ,my precious Jirou? Oh please forgive me that I won't be able to give the torture you deserve but I will surely give a beating that you will remember." After saying this, he raised the gun and smashed it onto his head as Jirou stumbled backwards but remained standing on his two feet.

"Lets see what I can do for you? I am fully loaded with weapons after all! Name your favorite weapon" ,Fubuki grinned creepily as the wild look didn't left.

After pondering on which type of weapon to use, he finally decided to use the spiky whip that he saved it especially for him.

His grin grew wilder every second and took steps towards the bleeding man who groaned due to the excessive pain.

"And I can see you are going to whip me. Who knew you could be such a threat dangering my mafia" ,Jirou panted as he held his bleeding shoulder with his other perfectly fine hand.

"I liked this! This would make you scream louder and louder!" ,he said as he pulled on a lock full of hair letting their eye level to be the same and laughed loudly tears appearing in his eyes. "Entertain me with your screams! I want to hear you scream! I want to see the fear in your eyes after looking at your death! After all that's the same thing you did to us...to my family."

Jirou panted heavily as he pushed the button of a remote that was in his pockets due to which a buzzing sound echoed around the dark, empty alley.

"What the hell is that!" Fubuki snapped as Jirou smugly smiled at him with those mocking eyes that made Fubuki shook with anger.

"Let my well prepared plan of mine commence!" Jirou exclaimed when suddenly the ground started to shake as the nearby building exploded with a loud boom sound but just as they would be engulfed within the black smoke ,both of them moved away. Jirou was at a safe distance from the explosion whereas Fubuki wasn't that lucky enough.

Glass scattered made several cuts making its way into his flesh but wasn't that the only unfortunate thing that just happened. Burning wood fell onto his legs, sending a burning sensation aching his legs as he groaned due to the pain while Jirou stood in front of him with a prideful smirk plastered on his face. Fubuki was bathed in his own blood nothing like he was expecting this to happen. Jirou placed his foot on his head applying force.

"How dare you think you could kill me! Threaten me! You lowlife scum" ,he spat on him but before he could do any more harm Detective Masura and Detective Yuuichi along with the others came out of their hidings.

"That's enough Jirou we want him alive not dead" , Detective Masura yelled as he raised his gun upon which Jirou's smirk grew more sinster and lifted his hands up in defense.

"And now call your men back here!" Kidou yelled seriously as the sound of the explosion was deafening and was still echoing around the alley.

Jirou grinned another time as he looked at the groaning teen.

"Listen up everyone come place to my location. The brat choose to follow me and we won't be able to commence Plan B maybe we will execute it at another time of need." He stopped bending on his knees and lifted Fubuki's chin to meet their really gazes with each other.

"We have got the brat!"