اعتقد بأن خط حياتي قد تم رسمه بالفعل ، حتى وان صرخت مُعترضاً لن يحدث اي فرق ، أنا خُلقت لتنفيذ حُلم غيري رواية خالية من اي علاقة مثلية 🦋 البداية : ٤ أغسطس ٢٠٢٢ مكتملة

..لاتعلم هل انت منبوذ ام انهم لا يرونك حقا.. فتى عاش طفوله سيئة جرب الوحده والتجاهل وعدم الإكتراث ادرك انه غير مرغوب به و لا يدرك السبب حتى ..... نشأ بين مقت زوجه ابيه وتمرد اخوته غير الأشقاء الى حب اصدقائه وغموض حاضره ليتم في يوم وليله اتخاذ قرار بسفره الى فرنسا بإصرار من زوجه ابيه لإبعاده عن العائلة وخاصه ابنائها ...جرّب في غربته عن موطنه كل ماقد يجول بالأذهان وعاد مصقولا من جديد ليقوم بفتح ماطوي من صفحات وتمزيق ماكتب من كلما الإعتذار ليحيي ماطمسته الأيدي ويكشف سر مقتل والدته ... كريستيان بحده:سأتذكر وأقسم حينها سأري الجميع من يكون كريستيان رودلف. ¶حرب الإبن¶

Matsukaze Tenma. The Wind of Revolution. The Captain of Chrono Storm. The cheery boy who faces everything with a determined heart and a bright smile. But does Raimon really know him? Do they know that, deep down, this boy is haunted by a secret he struggles to keep, chased by his nightmare-like past? It seems like they don't know. Until one day, the secret reveals itself. And along with it, dangers arise. P.S: I do not own most Inazuma Eleven Go, but I do own my original characters.

i fell in love with the owner of royal purple eyes which glimmered with hope ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ I halted at the door. There was only a few people onboard the train, about nine, maximum? Each one was sitting far away from each other, nobody trying to make contact with a fellow passenger. I didn't mind. This whole train ride I planned to read a book in silence. I scanned the passengers. No one too dodgy. Two giggling teenage girls, an old man, two foreigners who were European, a girl with murky green eyes about my age, a business man furiously typing on a laptop, an older teenage girl listening to music, and...Lui Shirasagi. The reason why I halted at the door. But somehow...he looked different. His blue hair still stuck up, but it was moving in soft waves rather than fire patterns. His royal purple hues weren't swirling with hate and resentment, but rather glued to the book he was reading. It took him about five seconds to realize I was standing at the door. His face contracted with shock, but there wasn't any hate in there. Before I could think of somewhere to sit, he beckoned me to sit next to him. This was going to be interesting. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ the front cover is not mine