Welcome to my first fanfiction to be posted on this very site! This will only be considered the 'opening' to the story seeing as the second main character will be arriving in the next chapter. So read and enjoy!! I would also love a few reviews! *Wink wink, nudge nudge* ^.~ No flames please!
With love, darkness and roses, ..XoX.
"This is not happening." Sena whispered eyes glued to the spikey blonde infront of him. "This can't be happening."
"What are the charges!" Everyones ear's perked as Mamori's livid voice filled the tension contained air.
Two large men dressed in dark blue uniforms crained their heads to look at the angry girl standing before the door.
"Charges?" One asked stupidly. He had short cropped brown hair, and was fairly large in his stomach.
"You want to know the charges, little girl?" The other questioned in monotone. He was taller with a large build, hair also cut short, but was covered by a hat.
Mamori nodded angerly.
"What makes you think you need to know?" He challenged her, a mocking smile on his face.
"He is the coach and quaterback for our football team. We need him to play." She hissed angerly, eyes fixed on the large cop.
"Blackmail, illegal possesion, and assault. God knows what else he has done nobody knows yet." The first cop answered, shoving Hiruma against the desk harder.
Nobody replied, but instead kept quiet. Eyes fixed on either the cops or the silent quaterback against the desk. The officer was right, that was Hiruma in a nutshell.
"Good enough answer for you, sweetie?" The taller cop mocked her as he turned back to Hiruma attaching handcuffs to the boys pale skin.
For once, the mastermind devil himself, didnt not have his crazed smirk on. Meaning he did not have a plan for this play.
Suddenly the door banged opened and the principle flooded the scene arms flailing and panic written all over his face.
"What is the meaning of this?" He bellowed, but soon silenced at the sight of Hiruma being handcuffed and held aginst the desk.
"Seems that your student here Yoichi Hiruma has been meddling in the bad side of life." The tall cop stated shaking Hiruma slightly for emphasis.
"He...You..Your arresting him?" The principle questioned, eyes falling on Hiruma.
"Why yes, yes we are." The short one laughed. "Any problem with it?"
The principle looked as if he were about to say something, probably regarding his top football star getting taken away, but shut his mouth obediantly.
"Well then, can we just get going now? Fucking fuzz, your pissing me off standing here." Hiruma finally stated boredly, a light smirk playing his features.
The one with no cap angerly shoved Hiruma forward, Hiruma's head bashed against the wall painfully as the cop pushed him into it harder.
"What was that, you damn punk?" He growled pushing the quarterbacks head harder into the wall.
"Hey! Stop it!" The deep voice echoed in the classroom as Musashi pushed forward attempting to push the cop of his friend. He grabbed the police officers arm and pulled at it only to be pushed aside.
"Stop it, fucking old man." Hiruma's clam voice sounded from the wall. "Like hell I'm letting them take you too."
Musashi looked at his best friend from the floor, realization hitting his eyes. Hiruma was being arrested, he couldn't play football anymore, hang out with his friends, do anything. He was going to jail.
As if everyone suddenly realized the same thing, they started shouting suddenly at once, the Huh huh brothers ganging up on a cop, the rest of the team shouting angerly at the air they breathed in general.
"Quiet!" A voice ringed through the mass of colorful words painting the room. "If he is to be arrested, then we have no control over the authorities choice." The principle pushed his glasses up nervously. "Let them take him."
The cops grabbed Hiruma from the wall and started pushing him toward the door. He fought back against their strength when they were almost through it and turned to his team, he saw tears in their eyes, from anger and sadness.
"Fucking brats," He started looking at them carefully. "You're going to the Christmas bowl. With or without me." He then turned and started walking away the cops hurrying to catch up.
The team stood, tears flooding from their eyes as they watched their leader from hell be escorted by the police down the hall.
"Come on, lets go." Juumonji suddenly stated, acting as though this didnt effect him at all.
The rest of the devil bat team turned to look at him. "We are going to find out excatly what he is charged for, and make him repay it. Cause he is damn well going to be there when we win the Christmas bowl."
"Right!" Sena yelled suddenly running out the door after his damned leader.
With a loud "ya-ha" the rest of the team pounded through the door following in their runningbacks wake.
Hiruma blinked back the sun as the police pushed him out the door into the late sunlight. Students were everywhere, whispering and eyeing him fearfully.
"You made a big impact in your school didnt you, punk?" The first cop grinned nodding at the worried students has the walked.
Hiruma just laughed under his breath and kept walking toward the car waiting to take him away.
Before he got his head pushed into the car, he stood up straight and looked at the students crowding to see what was going on. He tilted his head back, spiked hair bouncing slightly, and took a deep breath. He then flung his head forward his words screaming into the minds of everyone watching.
"YA-HA!"
People screamed and gasped taking steps away from the car.
"Done yet, punk?" The fat cop asked. Hiruma ignored him listening intently.
Suddenly as if a building had collapsed or a gun was shot came the response he was looking for.
A loud, obnoxious, rude, and completely frightening "Ya-Ha" sounded from behind the crowd and they quickly moved out of the way to look at the people who made the loud noise.
Standing there, proud and tall, stood Hiruma's team, the Deimon Devil Bats. All them them glaring at the cops and students who stood before them. Determination filled the tense air like a Tsunami crushes down apon a city.
Hiruma smiled, his pointed teeth shinging out, and laughed his low evil laugh that chilled his victims to the bone. "Fucking brats." He smirked evilly before getting into the car to carry him away.