The greenhaired alien - Inazuma Eleven

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So I'm working on chapter 36, 37 and 38 while I haven't even done 34 and 35, but it is so hard to fill in these empty pages. Bc I'm afraid that the story goes too fast haha. 

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That evening my parents went out for dinner, and we got ourselfs take out. I put on a movie but couldn't really focus. He was really back, history was repeating itself. Why did he come back, what would he do? We had stop this, we had to find T. The thoughts were swirling around in my head, what would happen? I was going to get hurt, my friends would be in pain. What if I couldn't solve this. A darkness found his way to my heart and wrapped itself around it. Hopeless, it wasn't possible. 'Rhona?' My imagination came up with the most terrible things, blood, pain, horror. 'Rhona look at me.' I tried to stop it, I blinked as fast as I could, but one single tear rolled down my cheek. Two arms were wrapped around me and pulled me against Jordan his chest, and not even a second later I was sobbing like crazy. I could probably even fill a bucket with my tears. My head laid on his stomach and soon his shirt was soaked. 'Can you hear my heartbeat?' I hummed. 'Just try to focus on that, you are going to be alright,' he whispered. It beated loud and fast, but for some reason it calmed me down. And for ten minutes I just sat there, my face buried in Jordan's shirt and his arms around me. It was nice.

'So, what is the movie about?' Aphrodi suddenly asked, and I got reminded of his presence again. Jordan let me go out of his grip and his eyes grew big. 'I have absolutely no idea.' God had observed us the whole time like we were a drama serie, and held a poloroid in his hand. We looked at each other for a second and burst into laughter. 'I totally forgot you Aphro,' I chuckled. With a big smile he presented the picture of Jordan and I, laying on the couch. He took a picture of the poloroid with his phone. 'I'm thinking about posting it on instagram,' he said happily. 'Can you not,' Jordan asked, not as amused as Aphrodi was. 'Hmm, I'm not sure yet,' the blonde started, 'Rhona looks a bit like a potato mixed with a pig. Her eyes are swollen up.' I pouted. 'How dare you say that bullshit about me?' Jordan chuckled, tried to take a sip of his drink and gave me a warm tea shower. 'JORDAN!' He now had the giggles, perfect. The idiotic behaviour of ours got interrupted by the doorbell. We stared at each other for a second before I rushed to the kitchen. I got the biggest knifes I could find and the three of us sneaked to the door. I nodded to Jordan who opened the door as I jumped out of it with my knife. ' Reveal your- No one's here,' I mumbled. Then I looked down and saw a package. 'Wait, let me do this.' Aphrodi poked the box with his knife, waiting for something to happen. 'Okay nevermind.'

I placed the thing carefully on the table and pulled the tape off. I reached to open it. 'WAIT!' I raised my brow. 'What if it's a bomb?' I sighed. 'Not very plausible,' I copied. When I looked inside I saw a little statue, a flame painted red. A paper was attached to it. 'This would look lovely with that bear I gave you. why don't you put it on the windowsill? - T.' I ran to the window, but no one was out on the streets. 'Oof, nothing serious,' I said relieved, and a weight fell of my shoulders. 'Nothing serious? Everything about this is serious!' Jordan shouted hysterical and his muscles tensed up. He really had some muscles, and both me and and Aphrodi saw it. I laid my hand on his shoulder. 'Calm down, it's not like someone died,' I chuckled. 'Calm down? How can I-' I laid my finger on his lips, and the boy his face turned red, cute. 'Shh.' I smirked, it worked. I let my index finger slid to his chin and then got it of his face. 'Oh get a room already.' I decided to ignore Aphrodi, asking him to stop talking wasn't helping anyway.

'Alright then, what doest this thing have in common with T's other messages? Of course it's the flame again, and he switched back to typed messages. Maybe his printer died or something last time. But still, why would he send this, it is useless.' I took a picture of the statue and placed it in a new map, September 2018. 'What do you think Jordan?' I asked, curious about his opinion. 'Ehmm, can it be that the first message was send by somebody else?' Of course, he was right. But why would someone do that? Maybe he got annoyed by T and wanted him to focus on something else. 'Yea you're probably right, now we have to figure out the reason why.'

I threw the files on the ground. It was boring and frustrating. 'Ey, be careful!' I sighed. 'Enough for today, I can't read anything anymore,' I muttered. Just at that moment my parents came home. 'Hello, how- Oh Rhona, why are there papers on the floor, you never clean up your stuff.' Mom shook her head. 'There is no hope left for you,' she mumbled. 'No shit Sherlock,' Jordan mumbled underneath his breath. 'Shut up Janus. You may talk in that way to your fellow aliens,'

'Don't do this.'

'But here on earth we have manners.' The boy pouted, and I leaned back in my chair, satisfied. 'I am surprised Rhona,' father started, who walked in to the room, 'that you're an alien. I mean, two humans producing an alien, that is uncommon. But apparently that's what happened.' I hated it when my dad thought he was being funny. Besides, I did have manners. Without turning around I knew that Jordan had his smug expression on his face. 'Very nice dad.'