[HIATUS] Cherry on the field | Inazuma Eleven

Chapter 11 -- Spain's National

[A/N:

Sorry for rushing the beginning of the chapter]

5 months was a challenge for Chia, she thought that it would be an easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy. But no, trainer Zhao noticed her distraction more and more, Chia had been shopping more, talking a bit too much with friends and hanging out with other players. She was not doing what she was supposed to do and she neglected her daily exercise to heal (or lessen the damage of) her scoliosis. So, trainer Zhao had to restrain her a bit, by taking away her phone.

It was an underestimation when Chia went mad, it was her only communication to Spain but, it was necessary. It's not like she was going to die without her phone (but she felt like it).

5 months later, Chia had never felt more 'free'. After being restricted to the constant watch of Trainer Zhao for 2 months on her trip to Japan, she felt the weight off her shoulders when he deemed her "worthy" enough to go back to Spain.

Spain... Spain? SPAIN! Oh, how she misses the ground she would walk on, and to actually see her friends in real life instead of a screen! How her parents would finally make her favourite dishes and how much she misses the home she used to live in. Maybe the salon as well, she spent most of her childhood there because of not have a babysitter.

All that's left is finding her phone, trainer Zhao had said that he had hidden it somewhere, but that somewhere is a bit too vague for her liking. She has checked all over the apartments, its outskirts, the neighbours and even her landlady's house! Where could it be?

"Are you looking for this?" a voice said in the distance. Chia turned, made eye contact with the 2 people holding her phone hostage, did a tiny jump, and ran as fast as she could. The pink-haired boy was a bit panicked and was tempted to run, but the bigger boy merely opened his arms to catch the girl.

"CLLAARRIIOOOOOO," Chia sobbed, a tiny bit, maybe the waterworks were coming in. What were they doing here? She was supposed to return to Spain in a week, why now? Not that she was complaining but still- she wasn't emotionally prepared for this.

"Hey! What about me?" Bergamo complains, still holding her heavily decorated phone.

"No one cares!" Chia sobbed onto Clario's head, Clario was piggy-backing Chia.

"Onwards to my apartment!" Chia kicked as if Clario was a horse.

"What?!" Bergamo retorted again, Clario just followed her instructions

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The 3 friends were sitting on Chia's couch, Clario was in the middle holding his phone which was tuning into a Spain news channel. In an hour, the representative of Spain's team would be announced.

Chia had a plan of chit-chatting with the two for hours on end, maybe giving them a tour of the shopping mall that she hadn't set foot on since 2.5 months ago. But she was too nervous, what if she didn't get in? What if she wasn't registered because she hadn't been in Spain for a few months?

"Youuuu'llll be finnneee," Bergamo was leaning back and his feet rested on the coffee table.

"I checked, your name is registered" Clario was concentrated on the news, announcing the recap of wins and losses of the tournament. Of course, Barcelona Orb came 1st (with a bit of struggle from what she'd heard from Trainer Zhao, he said "It would be much easier if you were there" and Chia inhaled the information with pride. Later on, she's pretty sure that it was the only way to get her motivated to do the training).

"But what if they don't like me?" Chia curled up on the couch, hugging her pink heart pillow.

"They do/They do," both said in unison.