Hello~

So... yeah. Hi. Welcome to Warped.

To be honest, I actually uploaded this story somewhere else already. It's not finished yet, but I already have written a few chapters. It seemed popular enough and I'm tired and bored so I'm just gonna wing it and upload this, despite knowing I'll be scolding myself tomorrow. Meh. I don't really care.

Anyway, I hope you guys like this. Let me know if you want to read more in the reviews, please, and as usual, just ask questions if you don't understand, I'll answer them to the best of my ability without spoiling too much.

Warning: if you don't like blood, please turn back now. This story is quite dark.

Alright, something else...? Oh yeah, disclaimer. I don't own Inazuma Eleven (GO) guys, only the plot is mine. Everything else belongs to level 5, etc. etc. you know how it goes.

And then last but not least... HAPPY NEW YEAR~!

Well then, enjoy, and...

...welcome to Warped.

Nishizono Shinsuke yawns as the teacher takes the roll call. Between homework sessions with his friends, soccer training and that new game that game out a few days ago, he's been having a bit of a sleep problem.

''Nishizono Shinsuke,'' calls the teacher.

The small boy looks up. ''Hai!'' he says quickly and soon their teacher finishes the roll call. Shinsuke prepares himself for another boring day, already looking forward to the after school activities – but the teacher surprises him by what he says next.

''Okay everyone.'' The man puts the list with names down and looks at the class. ''Before we start the lesson, I have an announcement to make,'' he says, grabbing the attention of the bored teenagers. ''We are getting a new student tomorrow.''

A wave of noise rises from the class as they start talking with their friends about this new student. ''I wonder what they're like?'' muses Shinsuke's friend, Kageyama Hikaru, curiously. ''Do you think they like soccer?''

''Who knows,'' answers their other friend, Kariya Masaki. ''It would be pretty awesome to have a new member in the soccer club, though…''

The only female friend they have in this class, Sorano Aoi, sighs exasperatedly. ''Mou, boys! Don't start bugging the new student on their first day!'' she scolds gently. The last of their group, Tsurugi Kyousuke, doesn't say anything but nods in agreement.

Kariya, Shinsuke and Hikaru continue talking about the new student until Aoi shushes them. ''Shh! Hiraoka-sensei wants to continue!''

Indeed, their teacher looks very annoyed. ''Settle down, everyone!'' calls Hiraoka. After a few more tries, they finally become silent again. ''Now, I know we don't often get new students, but I want you all to be nice to him and make him feel welcome. Sorano-san,'' his gaze turns to Aoi, who looks at him curiously. ''I would like to show him around tomorrow, okay?''

The girl nods. ''Hai, Hiraoka-sensei.''

The teacher gives her a smile. ''Alright, that was all for now, so we'll start the lesson. I would like you to open your books at page 45…''

Shinsuke opens his book and groans. Another boring day has just begun.

Tsurugi pulls his shirt over his head, adjusting the collar a bit. The uniform of the High School Raimon team is a bit different from the one from Jr. High. A diagonal line goes from the upper left to the lower right. Under the line the shirt is white, above it the familiar yellow. Furthermore, the sleeves of the uniform are blue, just like the shorts.

Once he's dressed in his soccer jersey, he makes his way to the clubroom where a few of the older players are already waiting for the rest of the team. ''Shindou-san,'' he greets when he sees the wavy-haired teenager.

The game maker looks up from where he was reading a paper given to him by their coach and smiles at his friend. ''Oh, Tsurugi,'' he greets. ''Are the other first-years with you?'' he looks over the forward's shoulder to look for the other juniors.

''They're still changing,'' answer Tsurugi with a nod at the door to the changing rooms. ''They were distracted. We're getting a new student tomorrow,'' he says as explanation.

Shindou looks at him in surprise. ''Oh, really?''

The forward nods and they drop the subject, moving on to other, more important matters, like the strategy for their next match.

Soon after, the first-years finish changing and join their seniors. Not long after, they all head to the outside field, all fired up for practice. Endou is already waiting for them, together with the three managers.

''All right guys, seems like everyone's here!'' grins their coach. He then continues on with explaining their training and soon after, they start their warm-ups.

It's a few hours later when practice has just ended that the teenagers make their way to the bench in order to get some much-needed water. They drop down on the grass, gratefully accepting the water bottles the managers hand out.

''Nice shot, Shindou,'' says Kirino as he sits down next to his best friend.

The game maker blinks and smiles at him. ''Thanks,'' he responds, but before he can say anything else, he's interrupted by another voice.

''It was really awesome, Captain! Your shots have gotten a lot stronger!'' compliments their youngest keeper, beaming at the wavy-haired captain. Shindou chuckles at his enthusiastic behavior – even after three years, Shinsuke hasn't lost his positive attitude. Though, of course, he has mellowed out a bit. They all have.

The team continues chatting for a bit, but soon they all decide to go home. It's late and their families will be annoyed if they're late for dinner – which happens more often than the team likes to admit, since their training tends to go on longer than expected.

As Shinsuke makes his way to his house, his thoughts wander back to his team. When he first joined them, they were still in junior high, under the rule of the soccer organization Fifth Sector. Back then, Fifth Sector controlled everything – the coaches, the players on the teams, the scores of the matches. Every school was infiltrated by their secret agents, called Seeds. The Seeds controlled the coaches and the other players and if there was anyone who would go against Fifth Sector, they would be removed.

When Shinsuke joined the team, he didn't know about Fifth Sector yet. It was an unpleasant surprise to find out the truth about the sport he had always admired. The first day of Raimon was also the first time he met a Seed, namely Tsurugi Kyousuke, who was ordered by Fifth Sector to replace the Raimon team.

The 'new' Raimon team played a match against the original and they seemed to be winning, until Raimon's captain, Shindou Takuto, brought out a Keshin. Even from his seat in the audience, Shinsuke could feel the immense power coming from both Maestro and Lancelot, Tsurugi's Keshin.

The next few matches, he tried to convince his friends to play real soccer, but it didn't work. Until their new coach came, the famous keeper Endou Mamoru. Coach Endou managed to convince Shindou, Kirino and Sangoku to play free soccer as well, and even Tsurugi joined them when Fifth Sector stooped as low as hurting their team in order to win.

It seemed impossible, but eventually everyone on the team found their resolve to fight for real soccer. And somehow, it worked – they fought, and they won against their opponents. Many obstacles were in their way to victory, but they overcame them and won.

They won against Fifth Sector and things seemed to calm down, until they suddenly met a boy named Fei Rune. He explained that he came from the future – 200 years, to be precise – and that their memories of soccer and the soccer club were removed. Fei, with the help of Yuuichi, Tsurugi's paralyzed brother – who, due to the changes in time, wasn't paralyzed anymore – and the talking bear Wondeba, managed to undo the changes.

But their fight still wasn't over. They needed to stop the ones messing with time – El Dorado, with their Protocol Omega teams – and went on a wild ride through time to stop them. Eventually, they stumbled upon the ideas for the Strongest Eleven in History, and together with the help of the creator, Endou Daisuke, they set out to create the team that could beat El Dorado.

In the end, they found out that their real enemy were the Second Stage Children, an evolved form of humankind. They joined forces with El Dorado in the Ragnarok, a tournament created in order to resolve the conflicts. In the end, the leader of the Second Stage Children and his team turned out to be the last challenge. The Strongest Eleven in History gathered together in order to beat them, despite being incomplete.

They were with ten players in total. Despite the sudden, unexpected arrival of Zanark, who turned out to be player eleven, they never did find number ten.

A king of midfielders who makes even the earth his friend with his absolute courage and unwavering ability to get things done.

Looking back on it later, they all agreed such a person would be almost impossible to find – someone who could befriend anyone? Who had 'absolute courage', whatever that meant? Who could get done anything he wanted?

Those qualities didn't really go hand-in-hand – if the midfielder could get everything done, he surely would misuse that ability, right? And that would go against the 'befriend the earth' part. Someone with such a pure, brave heart doesn't exist.

The Strongest Eleven in History beat the Second Stage Children and everything was sorted out. They went back to their original timelines and from there on, it was preparing for the World Championship.

Unfortunately, only two of Raimon were chosen for the National Japanese team, Inazuma Japan. Their ace striker, Tsurugi Kyousuke, and their game maker, Shindou Takuto, who became captain of the new team. Said team turned out to be a bunch of amateurs.

Then it was revealed that they weren't playing in the World Tournament at all, but in the Grand Celesta Galaxy, a universal tournament deciding the fate of the planets. Inazuma Japan, revealed to be the Earth Eleven, were supposed to go to space in order to fight for their planet.

Shinsuke went with them, albeit without permission. Once they were in space, there wasn't much that could be done so he ended up joining the team. After a long and exhausting battle, Earth Eleven found out the truth behind the Grand Celesta Galaxy and, with the help of their friends from other planets, everything sorted out.

They went back to earth and this time everything seemed to be fine. Until it wasn't.

Raimon had been practicing, as usual, when a strange team suddenly showed up and challenged them. They wanted to refuse, until the strange team took their managers hostage – they didn't have a choice but accept.

And that's where the really strange part comes in. No one, not the players, not the managers, not their coaches or any of the other onlookers, remembers anything from the match. Nothing. From the moment the whistle sounded, everything is black.

When Shinsuke comes to, the first thing he feels is pain.

His whole body is sore. It's familiar, but much worse than any of the other times he's felt it. It's the same pain from all the times that he has been beaten up during a match, when their opponents use the ball as a means to hurt and bruise them. A familiar feeling, yes, but that doesn't make it any less unpleasant.

With the soreness, other details slowly start to make themselves known. Like the fact that he's lying on something hard – the ground, probably – and that he can feel the wind, which means he must be outside.

With that realization comes the knowledge that it's cold, and he's pretty sure it's only the start of autumn, and pretty dark. No light from the sun to make the inside of his eyelids red. So, considering that's it's cold, outside and that there's a lack of light, it must mean it's either pretty early or quite late.

The small keeper tries to open his eyes and after struggling with them for about a minute, he finally manages to do so. The first thing he sees is the green of the grass he's lying on, quickly followed by the dark purple and pink from the sky high above. Seems he was right in his conclusion of being outside, either early or late.

His vision is blurry, but after a few moments of focus he can make out moving shapes. One of the shapes comes closer to him until it lowers itself, closer to his current height. ''Shinsuke?'' asks a familiar voice and the keeper blinks slowly. The fog in his mind is making it hard to think and his whole body hurting isn't exactly helping, but he manages to turn his head a little in order to get a better look at the shape. ''Shinsuke, can you hear me?''

It's a female voice that's speaking, quite young. The keeper blinks again and more things start to register, like the gentle hand on his shoulder and the blue- wait blue?

As he realizes that yes, the shape is partly blue, he also figures out the identity of the one talking to him. ''A-Aoi…?'' his voice is hoarse and he winces at the pain in his throat.

He can see the girl's face better now and watches how she sighs in relief. ''Thank god!'' she gently helps him sit up and the keeper grabs his head at the pounding headache. ''Are you okay?'' asks the manager worriedly.

''W-what happened?'' asks the small boy, looking around the field. His teammates are scattered over the field in similar states, being fussed over by various people – coach Endou, a few of his friends and the Raimon managers.

Aoi furrows her eyebrows, biting her lip worriedly. ''Come on, let's go to the others,'' she says, clearly attempting to avoid answering his question. Shinsuke notices it, but before he can point it out he's distracted by his sore and painful limbs as the girl helps him up.

They make their way over to the middle of the field, where the rest of Raimon is already gathering. The keeper gratefully sinks down on the grass and observes his teammates.

They are all beat up, bruises and scratches decorating their skin. Their uniforms are covered in mud and grass and clearly damaged. They all seem to be in pain, as well.

His worry increases as he inspects them longer. They've all been beaten up before, but nothing like this. He's pretty sure there are at least a few broken bones and from the pained expressions, he gathers that it must hurt a lot.

''The ambulance is on its way,'' says Endou softly as he walks towards the teens, who are sitting in a circle as the managers hand out water bottles and the adults take care of the wounded. ''It'll be here soon.''

A tension falls over the group. ''Coach…'' starts Kirino, a little bit hesitantly. ''W-what happened? I… don't remember anything…''

A pained expression crosses Endou's face and he shakes his head. ''I don't know. No one can remember anything,'' he says and from the looks he gets from the team, it becomes clear the teenagers don't know anything either. The coach sighs. ''I'm pretty sure you played the match, but…''

At the confused looks from the teenagers, Kidou places a hand on Endou's shoulder. ''The scoreboard,'' says Teikoku's commander and everyone turns to look at it. ''You clearly played two halves.''

And indeed, he's right. The scoreboard shows two logo's, one being the familiar blue and yellow of Raimon, and the other a white circle with a black dot and a purple line around it. Shinsuke's eyes widen at he stares at the total score.

13-0 for the unknown team.

It seems that they scored six points in the first half and seven in the second, but no matter how he tries to focus, the keeper can't remember anything.

''Thirteen…'' breathes Tsurugi, his orange eyes wide with shock. ''What the hell happened?''

They all fall into a tense silence, everyone trying to remember something. Shinsuke looks at the faces of the other people, seeing the same confusion, shock and worry in their eyes that he feels. He's sure he has the same expression.

Then his eyes fall on Shindou and the small keeper can't help but frown. Something is… wrong? No, it doesn't seem wrong, yet at the same time it does. Then he realizes. ''Captain,'' he starts and can't help but frown at the title.

Somehow, it sounds… wrong. Something tells him that that isn't right – Shindou shouldn't be called captain. Yet… he has always called him captain.

For a moment, the whole team looks confused. Then Shindou blinks, the confusion leaving his eyes and being replaced by hesitation. ''…yes?'' he asks, a little bit hesitant.

Shinsuke's frown deepens slightly but then disappears. ''You're not wearing the captain band,'' he says. The captain immediately looks at his arm, the rest of the team following, and his eyebrows furrow.

''I…'' he seems at a loss for words. ''Maybe our opponents took it,'' he says eventually. Shinsuke feels himself nod in agreement at the statement, just like some of his other teammates, but his gut still tells him that's not right.

After all… why would a team just take a captain band? But even so, something in his mind tells – no, screams at him that Shindou is correct. It's like an annoying itch that only dies down when the keeper agrees with it.

He lets it slip from his mind as he hears sirens and realizes the ambulance must be here. There are more important things to think about now. His injured teammates, for example, and the gap in his memory.

And last but certainly not least, the main questions. Who were their opponents and what have they done to Raimon?

So? What'dya think? Was it good? Was it bad? Did it suck? Are you freaking out right now? Are you triggered? Are you crying? Screaming? Are you as bored as I am at the moment?

Well... anyone want to read the next chapter?

- Yara Meijer