Anger Mixed With Alcohol 「Inazuma Eleven」

1. Anger Mixed With Alcohol

A/N: My second published multichapter, this fanfic goes all the way to 2011. It was supposed to be a one-shot but ended up with more than that. This is actually one of the stories I wanted to have remain in its original form, only some wordings are changed for better flow. This is to remind me what kind of writer I was back when I started, and how much I have improved. 

I feel like a re-written version could have so much more depth into it, but for now this will stay as it is - competely incomplete. It's perfect just the way it is. 

This story is mean to be humorous and parodized, so a lot of weird stuff and OOC's, especially on Suzuno's part, incoming. My OC's make everything they appear in so weird! 

Originally Published: 27.03.2011
Re-written Version Published: 19.03.2018 

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SLAM!

A red-haired, gold-eyed teen slammed the door of his apartment open and dashed in. Just by looking at him, one could tell that he was really angry. He had an eerie aura surrounding him and his eyes were flaming with anger. Also, if this was a manga one could see lots of veins popping on his head.

"Oh... Welcome back," greeted an icy-blue-haired, teal-eyed teen happily from the living room when he saw his roommate entering into the apartment. Unfortunately, he was completely ignored. The other one stormed right past him into his room.

"I HATE THAT JERK HIROTO!" shouted the red-haired teen before slamming his rooms door closed. The teal-eyed teen looked at his friends' door and marveled at the guys strange actions.

'Must be a bad day,' he stated and continued watching the program that was running on the TV while eating popcorn.

On the other hand, the other teen who had just stormed into his room and slammed the door closed, wasn't so calm and happy at all. He really had had an extremely bad day. First of all, he had forgotten his training bag at home. He couldn't attend to the soccer practice.

During lunch, he had gone to the toilet and left his lunchbox at his desk. When he had returned, he found it empty. Well, not exactly empty because Hiroto and Midorikawa were still enjoying it. And so, he had been whole day without lunch, although his teal-eyed friend Suzuno had offered some of his lunch to him. Thank God, he still had someone he could trust.

Was that all? Hell no. Nagumo would have been in heaven, if this had been all, but no...

Nagumo had brought along his chemistry report, which he had finally finished, to school so that he could give it to his teacher. To his misfortune the teacher was absent that day so he couldn't return his report to her. Then; the well-known, red-haired, green-eyed kind and always so nasty Hiroto, had asked Nagumo to show his report to him.

Nagumo had told Hiroto to put the report into his bag when the teen had read it. Hiroto had promised to do so, and Nagumo had trusted him and left the report into the green-eyed teens hands and had went to the soccer practice. Eh? You ask why? Of course, even though he didn't have his training clothes with him, there's no way he could miss the practice.

Why? Well that's a question, to what even Nagumo didn't know the answer to.

How stupid one can get to trust a person who has a wicked personality? Nagumo sighed as he threw his bag on his bed. He sat on his chair and slammed his head on the table. He was dead for sure. Nagumo sighed for the second time and closed his eyes recalling what had happened after that.

When returning from the practice to get his bag which he had left into the classroom, Nagumo had realized that Hiroto was gone and the report wasn't in his bag like Hiroto had promised it to be. The angry golden-eyed teen had searched the whole school upside down, but he hadn't found the red-haired boy or his report.