The greenhaired alien - Inazuma Eleven

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'They're here.' A womans voice said in the distance, my peace was disturbed. 'Good for you,' I mumbled and burried myself in the blankets. Who was They anyway? 'Epsilon is standing outside, you have to come!' Of course it had something to do with aliens, I should have expected it. I looked at my seducing pillow. 'Sorry bud, see you tonight,' I muttered and got off it. 'Epsilon is here!' Mark shouted through the building, 'Hurry up guys!'. Before I could react I was dragged outside, not being able to get out of his grip.

'Once again, we don't fight,' the Cloister's captain stated. 'Then you leave us no choice.' Now I observed the team in front of us. The keeper had the looks of a horror villain and held a black soccer ball in the air. I froze. The boy, the gray-haired boy that shot the ball, it was him. He was the one that didn't want me to play soccer. My mind went blank, all I could do was stare, the situation dawned on me a minute later. I forced a weird creaking sound through my throat that got the attention of Nelly. 'What are you doing?' she asked, sounding genuinely concerned. 'H-he knows T. He delivered a message once, I swear it was him!' She shook her head. 'Nah, if that's so, he wouldn't show up.' I shivered. 'I know it was him, just believe me for once.' Maybe Nelly was right, it could be a look-alike, but at that moment he stared at me with a smug expression. It had to be him.

The teams were preparing to fight, and I took advantage of it. 'So that is Dvalin,' I mumbled. 'The destroyer, the man that tortures.' I gritted my teeth. 'Hey, stay calm Rhona. He is a terrible person but you must control your emotions,' Jude said. He was right, if we had to play against them, that probably was going to happen, I needed to be steady. 'Okay, you're right.' Then I checked out the area. 'Hey where's Janus?' I stared at the coach. 'I ordered him to stay inside, it's for the best.' I nodded, he wasn't ready, he wasn't ready to face these awful idiots.

The whistle blew and we all concentrated on the game. I had to admit, though their moves are a bit weird, Cloister was alright. 'These guys are good,' Eric pointed out. But then Epsilon got the ball and scored within two seconds. 'Well, that sucks.' Nathan was right, this game became a disaster. Epsilon scored over and over again, leaving the players tired and injured. 

'It totally does.' Six minutes, that was all it took to win. Epsilon was about to destroy the school, but luckily Mark stopped them. 'The game isn't over yet! Now you have to play against us!' he shouted. 'B-but Mark, Willy is injured,' Jack said. I coughed. 'See, here is our solution!' I smiled, let's kill these guys. 

'Rhona will not play.' I gasped. 'But coach, why not? And besides, we only have ten players now.' Celia pointed at someone, and if she was going to say what I thought, she definitely was an idiot. 'There is an eleventh player right here, Scotty!' I knew it, I fucking knew it. 'Raimon Junior High,' Dvalin spoke, 'The only human team to have ever won against Gemini Storm.' The word human was bothering me. Obviously, they beat Gemini, but that were without doubt cruel victories. 'This can become interesting.'

'I'm sorry I let you wait.' I jumped aside and of course, Chester sat next to us once again. 'Where were you with the Cloister match?' Sylvia asked, still a bit startled. 'I only comment on Raimon matches, I thought you'd figured that out by now.' Then he turned to Cloister Difinity. 'But I can be hired!'

'No thank you,' the keeper answered awkwardly. 'Okaaaay, here we go.' Apart from Scotty, everyone was getting ready. He only hid his face in his collar, and for the first time, I felt a little sympathy for him. This must be terrifying for him, Aliens, playing with us...

It all started great, the boys didn't lose the ball even once. Due to this success, Chester decided it was time for some small talk. 'So, still a happy couple?' I shook my head. We're not a c-' I didn't finish the sentence, something incredible happened. After Shawn his eyes turned orange and jumped on the backs of two Epsilon players, he could make the Eternal Blizzard. That was the part where it got worse. It was stopped. It was stopped without even using a striker, this couldn't be happening! Then a white-haired alien used a shot from the middle of the field. Mark tried to stop it, and apart from Scotty so did the defense, but they didn't hold it. Neither did Mark and it was 0-1. Then the most terrible part happened. One by one the players were knocked down, and at one point they all laid down. 

'We will be back to play against you in ten days,' Dvalin said. He shot the ball but I got distracted. It was a familiar feeling, uncomfortable and scary. I felt watched. I looked up at a balcony and thought to see a shadow. It was probably just a student watching the game, my history had escaped the back of my mind for a moment. But the wounds in my head were stitched, nothing could break my mental health anymore. I stared at the T-alien, I knew it was him, why didn't Nelly believe me?

While I was wondering about useless stuff a lot had happened. It was Scotty, he had stopped Dvalin's shot! 'Wow, that was amazing!' Celia screamed proudly. 'Did you see it?' I smiled. 'Of course, he's a natural,' I mumbled. Too bad I missed it.

We all walked inside, discussing the power of Epsilon when we saw Janus hanging upside down on the couch. 'Bored,' was the only explanation he gave. 'I am so incredibly bored. Seriously, why couldn't I watch through the window at least? Now I had to be bored for t-'

'We get it,' Nathan cut him off. 'So how did it go?' he asked. 'Terrible,' Shawn muttered. 'I screwed it up.' Mark laid his hand on his shoulder. 'No, we all lost. But that's okay, next time we will win!' I observed the situation and saw a tiny glimpse of furious orange in Shawn his eyes. 'Okay then.' I looked at the coach, why didn't she let me play? Ah, my anger. She overheard what I said and knows how disgusted I am by them. 

'I have another thing to tell you,' Janus suddenly said, 'and it's my real name.' I frowned. 'Why didn't you tell it before?' He scratched behind his ear and had an awkward smile on his face. 'I forgot.' It was one of the many times we all facepalmed. 'My name is Jordan Greenway.' Jordan, that suited him. It stands for honesty, courage, and creativity. 'Well Jordan, it is wonderful to have you around,' Mark said happily. I giggled, he was right. Jordan is wonderful.