Name: Kageyama Fiona
(((Lilka1415 's OC)))

Fake(Alien) Name: Yoru Karasu

Personality:
nice(but can be vicious to some people),
brave,
intelligent,
caring,
loyal,
fair,
responsible,
reasonable,
never gives up

Appearance:
Hair Color: Honey
Eye Color: Blue

Age: 13

Likes: Soccer, Music, Raimon, Inazuma Japan

Dislikes: Skirts, Dresses, pain, manipulation, Fifth Sector

Short Bio: Joined the Revolution  a few days after Kidou Yuuto rescued her from her bullies. A spy in the Fifth Sector from the Revolution.

Disclaimer: Meh don't own Inazuma Eleven, XP, only da plot tho XD

Requested by: Lilka1415 !

ENJOY~!

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"What have you got, Fiona"the seriousness linger in the air, I was shaking in fear, fear seeing such innocent children being in a punishment, a punishment to become useful, to destroy the imperfect soccer the Fifth Sector claim, building the perfect soccer for all players in the world of soccer. I balled my hands into fist, thinking positive stuff, i have to be brave, to be brave for the future of soccer and its players.

"S-so far..."I sucked in a few breathes.
"...they're still continuing their...method"a grunt was heard from the other contact.

"Very well, be careful in going back here...alright?"worry was evidence in the voice of my speaker. I smiled,
"Of course I will, Yuuto-san"I can feel him smiling. He ended the call shortly and I got up from my crouching position. I grabbed an ID from my pockets and clipped it on my chest located on the right side.

I walked in a normal phase, casually as possible. As a 11 year old, I was able to stealthily sneak away from every security from Fifth Sector, was able to hack in their network, put my alias name in one of their files of employees, and make a fake ID, very similar to the ID of an employee from Fifth Sector, no one can suspect me, no--

"Who the hell are you?"I froze in my position, my feet unwillingly to move, going against my mind. There's no way someone can suspect me...right? I thought.

"Yoru Karasu" I said in a monotone voice, just as the same as each person in this Sector it is. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion to me. I was mentally sweating, but nevertheless, I stood still, a blank stare, emotionless face activated.

"Aren't you too young to be working here?"his doubting voice was still evident, I was thinking fast for an excusable excuse that cannot be seen as a lie.

"I am the same age as you, yes, but I work for my family needs. I don't play...soccer."I explained. It was hard saying I didn't play soccer, but because I'm a great liar, I...did.
I swore a dust of pink spread over his cheeks, but he suddenly look away, turning immediately to the other side.

"Fine then"he huffed and walked away.

~•~•~

"Oiii Fionaaa!"Tenma and Shinsuke echoed loudly in the Soccer Club. I chuckled in amusement.

"Ohayō minna-san"I smiled with welcoming aura. They started to changed into their jersey. I looked around for the new comer, which Endou-kantoku told me about when I was absent during the time he came by.  I was curious, and ended up trying to guess random people in my age, that might suite the characteristics by coach.

He was described as a prideful, mean, and even looked mean by Inazuma Eleven, which only made me generally confuse. If that's that, how come coach took him in? Did he do something wrong, like forcing coach to let him join? Is he that of an important person that should be obeyed because of certain system of the government? My mind ended up randomly to the person I suddenly met in Fifth Sector, in the island of God Eden.

He's no doubt a striker, from the looks of it. His cold demeanor says he's the alpha and a lone wolf. His navy blue hair was swept up, defying the gravity who yearns to pull it down. How his eyes showed his heart was made of stone. It wasn't my last time to see him when he caught me, yet I proved myself innocent, as acting one of Fifth Sector's Workers. We suddenly became friends, but I knew we can never be friends, even something more. There's always that wall that divides us from each other. I'm Ms. Resistance, and he's the enemy.

I didn't even knew how we got to be friends, I didn't knew how I broke through his shell, and revealing his warmer side to me. He still didn't knew I'm one of the Revolution.

I knew, for once, my feelings will never get the best of me, falling in love with the enemy is against my rules. I'm a genius after all, I can tame my feelings...right?

There, he stood, in front of me, bewildered how I awfully looked like Yoru Karasu.

"Who the hell are you?"his harshness was not mind by me. I looked at him with passiveness.
"Kageyama Fiona"
My heart ached when he didn't remember me, but I was relief that way. It's better he knew me as Kageyama Fiona, than Yoru Karasu in this world.

He squinted his already narrowed-yellow cat-like eyes at my direction.
"You look awfully familiar"he whispered lowly, he must have been saying that to himself than to me, but I only kept the passive look.

He grunted and looked at the team, who were looking at the scene running in their eyes.

He glared at them hardly and they didn't do anything stupid, or anything non sense.

He left the stadium without a word being spoken.

"D-do you know him, Fiona-chan...?"Aoi looked me with worry washing over her. I smiled reassuringly.
"I don't have business with him..."I stated. She looked at me by the side and nodded slowly, believing my every word. She began to do what a manager usually do, arrange all water bottle and towels for the players until their break time.

I'm a manager, yes, but my mind seems to be swirling with memories of him, that I wanted to forget. Just by recalling the memories share with him made my heart beat fast in an abnormal rate, my breath hitching when a certain memory came. I senselessly stood up and left the stadium, leaving a confused coach, managers, and players of Raimon.

I love you, Karasu"his hands were tightly holding mine, as if not saying, don't let go...

"I-I..."i was lost at words. Not only did we feel the same, but the feeling of being the enemy was sneaking in my mind. Guiltiness crossed my mind. How his eyes shown sincereness, and hopefulness, yet...I can't.
"I-I can't accept your confession, Kyousuke..."a tear slipped and my removed my hands from his, leaving him, glaring coldly at my back.

"You..."I shuddered suddenly when I heard his hard-cold voice linger in my ear. I spun and saw him smirking wickedly, but his eyes expressed his mad.

"G-go away"I mumbled, massaging my forehead all of a sudden. I glared at him as I can muster, but his smirk was still evident.

"Now now, Kageyama Fiona...or should I say... Yoru Karasu...?"his eyes widen in triumph when I unconsciously gasped at his smart guess.

"I should've known..."he shook his head in a disapproving way.

"You're working for the Revolution...right"no escape now..huh, I smiled sadly.

"Yeah..."his breath hitched.
"That means...we're enemies, right"I nodded weakly. He sighed.
"But there's no denying my love for you"I don't know, all of sudden, he confessed yet again, to me, that he already knew what my answer is.

"I know, we're enemies, but that wall shouldn't keep us apart"A sob escaped from my lips.

"I-I can't take it anymore...!"he hugged me tightly as i hugged back, crying on his shoulders while he was whispering to me all sweet things he can to keep me from crying louder.

"I love you too...Kyousuke...there's no denying now..."a satisfied smile was on his and my lips.