Hiiiiiiiii. Um well, i can say that this one DOES NOT have a lemon. But it compensates with a lot of profanity. *shrugs* This is for Bishonen'sFoxyMiko's challenge (ily dear) and this was originally supposed to be a oneshot but after i finished writing it, i realized that it was like, uber long so imma post it in two chapters cuz if i kept it as one, it'd fry brains like nothing. I dunno, maybe you'd like that. But if i post it as a two shot, that means i get to tease you and postpone the time to post the second in demand for reviews.
Muahahahaha!
Frankly, i don't think the first chap all that interesting, But then again, this is coming from a girl that writes mainly lemons so yeah, of course i'd expect some lovin' going on.
Never fear! After i post his, i'll be going back to my lemons. I miss them.
Okay yeah, if i had anything to say, you'd see it at the bottom. Right now, i just forgot...so yeah.

Disclaimer: Nope!

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Kagome tugged at her uniform miserably. She stood in front of the mirror in black pants, a white dress shirt, and a green jacket. It was the boy's uniform for Deimon High School. It was a mistake to send her brother to go pick up her new school uniform. The teacher had thought that Souta was the new student and gave him the boy's uniform. Souta had thought it'd be funny if he didn't correct the teacher.

He didn't think it was that funny when he was hung from the closet door by his boxers.

Kagome sighed and tightened her tie. Well if she was stuck in the boy's uniform, she might as well look good in it.

A light knock sounded and she looked up. Her mother's voice floated though the door. "Kagome dear? Breakfast's ready!"

"Thanks mom. I'll be down in a minute." Kagome straightened her jacket and grabbed her school bag, giving one last glance at the mirror before leaving her room. She padded downstairs to see her family already sitting around the table with only her mom in the kitchen.

"Gee thanks for waiting," she muttered sarcastically. Her brother smiled at her though a mouth full of rice while her grandfather ranted about the importance of ofudas.

"Hun? Do you think you can try this? Tell me how it tastes?" her mother asked her from the kitchen. Kagome nodded and walked to the kitchen where she saw her mother hovering over a large pot of soup. Her mother waved her over and handed her a spoon. Kagome took the utensil and prepared to dip it in the soup before a hand stopped her. Her mother waved a hair tie in front of her face.

"Careful, your hair might get in the soup." Kagome grabbed it and tied back her hair in a ponytail. She dipped the spoon in the pot and tasted the miso soup.

"Hey it tastes good mom." She licked the spoon clean and threw it in the sink.

"Oh that's good, I was worried," her mother fussed. She glanced at the clock and let out a soft gasp. "Oh! Kagome! You better get going or else you'll miss the train!" Kagome barely had a chance to grab an apple before her mother pushed her out the door with her brother and grandfather giving simultaneous grunts of goodbyes.

Kagome scratched her head and stared at the bright blue sky with lidded eyes. If she looked closely enough, she swore that there was an ominous cloud hanging directly above her.

Today was gonna be a bad day, she just knew it.

-

The train sped along its tracks, once in a while hitting a bump, jostling Kagome who had her forehead on her arm that was kept upright by a handle hanging from the ceiling. It had only been 10 minutes and Kagome was already having a crappy ass day. She dropped her apple on the way here when some guy resembling a monkey bumped into her, her school bag had spontaneously exploded all over the sidewalk causing her to miss her train, and now she was forced to stand because an old lady had beaten her to a seat.

'Damn old lady, I hope you dislocate a hip.'

The old lady in the cozy seat shifted as if she felt Kagome's intense glare and looked up to catch her eyes. She gave her a beautiful, heart melting smile that only old people of ages 100 and above were capable of. Kagome flinched.

'Goddamn, now I feel guilty.'

The bus came to a stop and Kagome stumbled a bit at the abrupt stop. She let go of the handle and shrugged her pack on. She maneuvered her way through the crowd blocking the train exit and made it outside before she was nearly bowled over.

"Hey! What the hell?!" Kagome caught herself before she face planted and looked up to see who knocked her over. She caught sight of a boy who had shot out of the train wearing the exact same thing she was. He ran so fast a dust cloud was seen following him, accompanied by people being blown away by the tremendous Dust Cloud of Doom. His high pitched wail could be heard, even from where Kagome stood.

"HIIIIIII!! I'M GONNA BE LATE!" Kagome blinked as people began moving past her. She shrugged before looking up at the clock hanging on one of the concrete posts of the train station.

7:54

'Oh crap I'm gonna be late!'

And with that, she sped off with a speed that would give even Usain Bolt a run for his money. Get it? Run?

-

"Hi, my name is Kagome Higurashi."

"Hi Kagome." The class chorused.

'What is this? An AA meeting?' Kagome stared sullenly at her class to which they stared sullenly back, their enthusiasm matching hers. The only ones that looked remotely interested were the girls of the class, why, Kagome had no idea.

"Class, Mr. Higurashi will be joining us this semester. Please treat him kindly," the teacher announced with a wave towards Kagome's general direction. He ended up gesturing towards the window.

Kagome started at the teacher's introduction. 'Mr.? Do they seriously think I'm a guy?' Kagome looked at the smitten girls of the class. 'Apparently so…well, I better clear things up before things get out of hand.' She quickly looked down at herself. 'Today was a bad day to wear a sports bra.' Kagome tried to correct everyone but before she had a chance to speak, her teacher pointed to where she was sitting and hands attached to hormonally driven girls grabbed her by the shoulders, dragging her to the depths of hell.

She was practically thrown into a seat surrounded by eager girls. Only one side was safe. Kagome hesitantly glanced to her to left and saw a tall and lanky guy with spiky blond hair, pointed ears, and fanged teeth. Also, he was carrying a gun.

Maybe that side wasn't so safe after all…

Kagome looked away from him so fast she almost gave herself whiplash. She winced and rubbed the back of her neck with one hand. Unfortunately, that also caught the attention of the proposed demon next to her. He turned his head towards her with a creepy grin and Kagome was strongly reminded of the Exorcist. He stared at her with an interested glint in his eyes and she waved at him, smiling weakly.

"Er…hi there?"

Kagome watched his eyebrows shoot up. He grinned, flashing his fangs at her before turning away with a bone chilling cackle to pull something out of his jacket pocket. He pulled a black notebook out with the words 'Devil's Handbook' in white on it.

Kagome didn't have a good feeling about that.

"Kagome Higurashi, transferred from Meiou High due to the fact that your brother has been accepted into the prestigious Daioh Middle School which has the best soccer team in the Tokyo region." Kagome stared eyes wide as the blonde next to her kept reading out of his book. "You currently live with your mom, brother, and grandfather at XXXXX District, Block-!"

"Whoah hey!" Kagome stopped him midsentence. "Hey! Don't go yelling out my address to everyone! It's bad enough I have these-" she waved a hand towards the eagerly listening girls behind her "-are after me, I don't want them to know where I live!"

"Oh ho! Fucking scaredy-cat we have here don't we? Interesting, interesting…" he turned a page in his notebook and pulled a pen out. Kagome watched him write furiously with a raised brow and couldn't help sneaking a peek at his book.

She didn't like what she saw. "Hey! I don't have an irrational fear of women!" In chicken scratch handwriting, he had written 'has irrational fear towards women of the flirty and eyelash batting type', right under 'looks like a fucking girl' and 'potential weapon against sexually confused males'.

Kagome gave up and fell back against her seat when it looked like the devilish blonde had stopped listening to her in favor of his book. "I don't even like girls…." Kagome muttered to herself.

"Kekekeke! What's this? You're GAY?! Kekeke!!" Before Kagome had a chance to correct him, he had already written it into his book and zipped away, out of the classroom to god knows where even though class hadn't even ended.

Kagome stared at the door blankly.

'Fuck my life…'

-

Yoichi Hiruma.

Kagome officially hated him.

That fake blonde, spiky head jerk had gone around and stuck posters stating that she was gay everywhere and she meant EVERYWHERE. The lockers, the shoe closets, the classrooms, hell, even the girl's bathroom. And he did it all within a time span of 24 hours!

Kagome huffed angrily as she marched her way down to the shoe closets, passing by a few of the infamous posters about her. A couple girls in the hallway were whispering and trying to be inconspicuous while pointing at her, a few of them looking heartbroken. Kagome sighed, 'Okay, this is getting way out of hand. I need to do something about this.'

"Hey, yeah you over there." The girls who were whispering frantically suddenly became quiet and stared at her with wide, guilty eyes. "Look, I'm not really a g-" but that was as far as Kagome got before she a boy nearly crashed into her, sending them both to the ground. Kagome landed hard on the ground and felt the impact on her butt. She winced and absently rubbed her sore backside before a groan from the boy who crashed into her brought her attention to him.

"Owww that hurt," the boy sitting in front of her muttered to himself and rubbed the back of his head gingerly. His brown hair stuck up at odd angles and he was small for someone his age which she was guessing a year younger than she. His wide brown looked up at her in alarm. "I'm so sorry! That was all my fault! I should've seen where I was going! You can place all the blame on me! I'm sorry!"

The first year would've gone on in his really apologetic apology had Kagome not stopped him. "Okay I get it! You're sorry, I get it. Don't worry about it, jeez, everyone crashes into people once in a while," she said wryly, thinking back to the multiple people who had run into her that morning. Actually…

"Hey wait!" Kagome looked closely at the boy in front of her, mainly his hair, and came to a realization. "You're the same kid that ran into me this morning at the train station!"

His brown eyes grew even wider and more fearful if that was even possible. "HIII! I'M SO SORRY!"

"I said don't worry about it!" Kagome flailed her arms about to catch his attention. "I should actually thank you. If it wasn't for you I probably wouldn't have realized what the time was until it was too late."

The small boy ducked his head and looked up at her timidly. Kagome gave him a friendly smile and he let out a sigh of relief. She pushed herself up off the ground and offered the boy a hand which he took. "Thanks…"

Kagome dusted herself off and extended her hand. "Don't mention it, my name's Kagome Higurashi by the way. I'm the new transfer student, second year."

The first year took her hand and shook it, his grasp light and polite. "I'm Sena Kobayakawa, first year." He adjusted the bag that was on his shoulder, catching a glance at the watch that was on his wrist. His eyebrows shot up in alarm and Kagome watched him curiously. "Not again! I'M GONNA BE LATEE!"

Kagome looked down at her feet and noticed a notebook on the floor with Sena's name on it along with 'Math' written in black Sharpie. "Wait!" She grabbed the book but was too late for Sena had already shot off, sprinting down the hallway at light speed.

He glanced back briefly to say goodbye to her, "NICE TO MEET YOUUUU!"

"Wait no! You left your notebook!" Kagome yelled at him but he just kept sprinting, not hearing her yell. "Goddamn! That boy's gonna make me run!" She tucked the notebook in her arm and sprinted after Sena.

Her feet pounded on the ground as she chased the surprisingly fast first year. 'Jesus Christ he's fast, what is he, in track?' But soon, Kagome found herself catching up with him as they raced down the stairs and ran towards the field. She spotted a couple of figures on the field, dressed in football uniforms. 'No way, he's in football?!?'

The distance between her and Sena shortened and Kagome found that if she reached a hand out, she could barely touch his collar. With an extra burst of speed, she snagged the back of his shirt with one hand and tugged, sending him flying into her. Unfortunately for Kagome, she needed more work on her braking and, well, this happened.

"Oomph!" The two landed on the ground in a tangled heap of limbs. Kagome landed on top of Sena, her front crushed against his back, his face giving the grass an affectionate kiss. The rest of the football team watched as they skidded along the grass even after they hit the ground. Kagome immediately scrambled off of Sena as soon as they came to a stop but because their legs were tangled together, she promptly fell back down.

"Owowowowow that hurt." Kagome struggled to remove her legs from Sena's. 'What is it with me and falling down today? My butt hurts!'

Sena stayed where he was and stared at her in shock. This guy, the new transfer student, actually caught up with him! "Y-you chased me!"

"Yeah, I did." Kagome looked around her and spotted his notebook laying a few feet away from them. She reached over and picked it up before offering it to him. "Here, you left this behind when you ran away."

"Oh!" Sena had the decency to blush in embarrassment. "Th-thank you!" He took the notebook and then continued his staring. Kagome's eyebrow twitched.

"Something wrong?" Kagome asked, eyes lidded. She couldn't decide whether or not she was amused or ticked off.

"O-oh! Umm, well…y-you caught me."

"And?" She asked dubiously. Frankly, she didn't see anything odd about that, she was known for being fast at her old high school.

Sena was about to answer her when a shadow landed on them. The two looked up and saw a terrifying, terrifying sight.

Hiruma.

Sena's eyes grew wide and he immediately scrambled away once he saw the malicious grin on Hiruma's face while Kagome stayed where she was and squinted up at him.

"Yes…?" she trailed off, seeing how Hiruma wouldn't budge from where he was standing or offer her a hand up.

Hiruma let out a chilling cackle and pointed a long finger at her. "KEKEKE! YOU'RE GONNA PLAY AMERICAN FOOTBALL!"

-

'WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO ME?!?!' Kagome was tackled to the ground and landed hard on her poor butt. "Oomph!" Her assailant got up off of her and nodded down to her while she decided that life would be much easier if she just lay there and never get up again.

"You're a good runner," Juumonji said down to the new football player at his feet as he offered a hand.

"Yay," Kagome muttered up to the lineman. She grabbed the hand and pulled herself up, adjusting her uniform as she went. She dusted dirt off of her jersey with the number 23 in black on the back. He smirked at her and ran back to where Kurita and the other linemen stood. It's like they were getting in line to tackle her, she thought miserably. The more that she thought about it, the more she realized that this was just like Ouran High School Host Club except Haruhi was never forced to play football.

"Hey fucking pretty boy! Get back to your position!" Hiruma yelled back at her.

"Go fuck yourself!" she yelled back him. Kagome grumbled under her breath as she grudgingly got to her place on the field. She didn't know how he did but somehow (although she was sure it involved blackmail of some sort), Hiruma got her to play football as full back, replacing Ishimaru whenever he had obligations for a track meet. At first, she had been surprised that someone like Hiruma was in football, or a sport for that matter. She figured him to be one of those people who could care less about team spirit but apparently she was wrong. But then she saw how he treated his team members.

She wasn't so sure anymore.

She got into position in front of Sena and saw Mamori out the corner of her eye. The kind manager waved a hand at her and yelled out encouragingly, "Go Kagome! You can do it!" Kagome smiled weakly and turned her attention back to the other players, noticing how Monta instantly got fired up, miming choking motions towards her.

Kagome sighed, this team was so messed up.

And they still thought she was a boy too, probably half the reason why she was dragged into this. Although, Kagome had a sneaking suspicion that Hiruma would've forced her to play even if he knew she was a girl.

"Hut!" Hiruma shouted and Kagome shot forward, seeing him fake a handoff to Sena. He handed the ball off to her and she shot down the middle, breaking through the defense line and gaining a few yards before she was tackled by Taki.

Though he wasn't big and bulky, Taki was pretty well built. His entire frame came crashing into her and she was thrown to the ground with his weight pressing down on her. Apparently, since they didn't know that she was a girl, they weren't holding back. At all. Not to say that she was fragile or anything, Kagome was a pretty strong girl, but after having multiple guys throw themselves at her (and not in the romantic sense) it was getting to be quite painful.

Kagome stared at the blue sky while clutching the football to her chest. Taki got off her and smiled at her, giving her a thumbs up, grin sparkling and such. "Ah ha ha!" and he flounced away. She laid spread eagled on the ground, staring passively at the sky.

'Okay, that's it. I gotta get out of this.' She slowly got up and stared in Hiruma's direction. Even if there was a very small chance she'd be relieved from playing football if he knew she was a girl, she had to try anyways.

-

"I don't think you want me to play football."

"Ahh?" Hiruma stared at her as if she had said the stupidest thing in the world. "And why the hell not?"

Kagome took a deep breath. "Well, I'm a girl. There, I said it."

Hiruma stared at her for a while before letting an obnoxiously loud laugh. "KEKEKEKEKE!" Tears were streaming down at his face as he pointed and laughed. "KEKEKEKEKE!"

Kagome sweatdropped.

"KEKEKEKE! The fucking pretty boy decides to tell everyone that he's a fucking girl! KEKEKEKE!!"

A tick mark developed.

"KEKEKEKEKE! What's next, you're gonna say you actually like guys! KEKEKEKE!"

Kagome made a move to interrupt him. "Hey I-"

"KEKEKEKEKEKE! You're such a fucking pansy! KEKEKEKE!!!"

"ALL RIGHT!" Kagome screamed at him, "I GET IT. IT'S FUNNY."

Hiruma stopped laughing out of surprise and grinned devilishly at her. "Well of course it's funny, you're telling me that you're a girl. Who wouldn't find that hilarious?

"Uh, maybe someone who'd know that it's true?!?"

Hiruma leveled his gaze at her, "What's true, that you're a girl?" Kagome nodded. "I find that hard to believe."

Kagome's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Why is that so hard to believe?!" She gestured wildly at her body and wiggled her hips. "Look at me! I'm perfectly feminine!"

"Right, and the male uniform definitely reinforces that statement!"

Kagome fumed. "Then what about my voice?! Do you not hear this girly, completely female voice?"

"Prepubescent much?"

"Goddamn you! I'm a girl I tell you! I'm a girl and I should not be playing football!" She stomped her feet angrily.

"Prove it."

"Eh?" Kagome stopped her ranting and stared disbelievingly. "What did you say?"

"I said prove it." Hiruma grinned cockily, hoisting his gun over his shoulder, clearly enjoying the position that he was putting her in.

She gaped. "How am I supposed to prove that I'm a girl?!"

Hiruma's answer was simple.

He pointed at her chest.

Her mouth dropped open.

"Y-you're kidding me right?" She shook her head wildly. "Ooooh no! No! I'm not gonna-! I mean, you can't be-! You're kidding! No! Y-you!"

Hiruma shook his head smugly. "Well don't you wanna prove that you're a girl? Well then show. If not, then I suppose you're lying and you just have to keep playing football for me!" He shrugged and tilted his head to the side, looking at her from the corner of his eye.

Kagome sputtered indignantly, "N-no! I am a girl!"

He grinned wickedly. "Then strip, girl."

Kagome's babbling came to a halt. She looked down at herself and then looked up at the smug Hiruma. Her eyes widened as she came to realization. 'That prick! He knows I won't strip and that I'll have to keep playing football! Fine! I'll just have to prove him wrong AND get out of the team!'

"Fine," she said, gleefully watching as the smirk fell from his face. "I'll do it, just to prove you wrong!"

Kagome shrugged off her jacket and tossed it to the side. She unbuttoned her shirt and ripped it apart, revealing her pert C's that were confined in a black sports bra. 'Ha-Ha! Take that Hiruma jerk!'

Click.

Kagome froze.

Hiruma stood there with a grin on his face and a camera in his hands. The camera was pointed at her. His finger was on the button.

Click.

-

Remember that hunch Kagome had? The one where she believed that Hiruma would still force her to play football even though she was a girl? Well guess what? It wasn't a hunch, it was the truth.

Kagome sprinted as fast as her legs could move down the football field with 2, no 3, no four players chasing her! Sena, Monta, Taki and Taki were all chasing her, intent on stopping her before she got to the end zone. 'Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck oh fuck me!' "Ahhhhhh!!!!!"

Doburoku stared at their new addition ran screaming down the field, still managing to outrun the other players. Hiruma stood had walked over and stood next to him with his helmet slung over his shoulder and piece of gum in his mouth. "We got a fast new recruit eh?"

"Yeah, she can outrun the fucking shrimp if she's motivated."

Doburoku peered up at Hiruma curiously, his sake jug held to his lips. "She?"

"Kekeke, yeah, number 23 is a fucking girl."

"A girl? How'd you manage to find one that fast? Never mind that! How'd you manage to get her to play on our team?" Then, Doburoku realized what a stupid question he just asked. This was Hiruma. "Ahhhh, never mind. I already know."

"Kekeke you know that's right." Hiruma blew a bubble with his gum.

"She's gonna be trouble, you know. Things are gonna change with her here." Doburoku took a swig out of his jug, looking at Hiruma out of the corner of his eyes.

"Ahhh it'll be fine. The entire fucking team already likes her, girl or not." They watched as Kagome got to her feet and was slapped numerous times on the back by enthusiastic teammates. "And having her on the team won't change much except make us stronger," Hiruma said flippantly, popping the bubble he had blown. He threw on his helmet and fastened it with a 'click'.

Doburoku kept his steady gaze on Hiruma as he jogged away to join the rest of the team on the field.

'I wasn't talking about the team, Hiruma.'

-

Kagome flopped into her seat beside Hiruma, eliciting an amused glance from the blonde. She slumped in her seat with a pained groan and opened an eye only to stare at the smirking quarterback. "You. Suck. So much."

"Kekeke you're tired just from that little workout yesterday?" Hiruma put his feet up on the desk and laced his fingers behind his head. "Fucking weakling."

"My bad, if you haven't noticed, I'm not quite blessed with the amazing stamina and strength of men," she snapped at Hiruma. Her muscles were sore from the practice yesterday which consisted of running plays over and over again until someone dropped and then running laps around the school and until someone puked. And repeat. She winced when she thought back to how many times she got tackled and shook her head. 'My poor poor body.'

"At least you're doing pretty well," came his casual remark. Kagome sat up straighter and looked at Hiruma with surprise evident.

"Th-thanks…" she muttered with a pinkish hue on her face. A shy little smile had appeared with the slight praise he had given.

"Kekeke just wait until season starts though." Kagome's smile dropped instantly and she scowled.

"What if I just don't go to practice?" Kagome shot back.

"Kekeke I'm sure you don't want pictures of you stripping posted all over the school right?"

"I hate you so much."

-

It was later that school day that Sena approached Kagome on her way to the clubroom. She was walking there until a loud call from behind her caused her to stop. "Kagome!" She spun around and saw Sena jogging towards her.

"Hey Sena," she greeted him as he came to a stop before her, looking slightly out of breath.

The poor boy stuttered a bit when he said hi, turning slightly red and avoiding her eyes as she looked at him in concern. Sena looked like he was about to ask her something before hesitating.

"Was there something you wanted?" Kagome gently prodded the underclassmen.

"Oh! Ahhh hahaahah….." Sena stuttered nervously under Kagome's piercing stare. He glanced around them to make sure that they were alone before stepping closer to Kagome. "I, umm, I was wondering, are you a girl?"

Kagome blinked in surprise, obviously not expecting that, especially not from Sena. She shrugged and flapped her hand nonchalantly. "Yeah, I am. How'd you figure it out?" she asked, genuinely curious.

"Erm, remember when you were chasing me and then we collided?" Kagome nodded. "Well, when we landed on the round, you were sorta landed on top of me and I felt your…" he trailed off, his face reddening rapidly.

Kagome raised an eyebrow. "You felt my…?"

Sena shook his head, at loss for words and instead gestured towards his chest.

Now it was Kagome's turn to blush. "Oh…"

"Yeah…"

Kagome laughed nervously and rubbed the back of her head. "I guess I'm found out eh?"

"Y-you're not mad?" Sena was surprised by that laid back attitude of the newly found out girl in front of him.

Kagome shrugged and put a finger on her nose in thought. "Well I didn't expect everyone to think I was a boy. I mean I'm wearing this because I have nothing else to wear," Kagome tugged at her male uniform. "And even though hardly anyone knows I'm a girl, it isn't really a secret. Sooo, I guess you could say I want people to know I'm a girl? It's definitely better than pretending to be a boy the whole entire time."

"Then why don't you let everyone know?"

"Hiruma."

"Ahhh."

Kagome scratched her head absently. "If I let everyone know I'm a girl, it'd ruin Hiruma's plan to get more publicity. Apparently, I make a cute enough guy to get a lot of girls to watch football. I don't know if I should be offended. Also, every time that I try to reveal my gender, I keep getting interrupted." She tugged on her ponytail lightly. "It's like, I'm fated to go through high school as a boy."

Sena nodded sympathetically. "Sorry about that."

Kagome waved off his apology. "Nah, you didn't do anything so don't be sorry!" She grabbed Sena and hooked her arm through his. "Now let's forget about that and let's go to practice!"

She cheered enthusiastically and dragged Sena along whose refined instincts were already telling him that this situation would not work out.

At all.

-

It wasn't until after an open practice game that Hiruma discovered the fatal flaw in his cunning scheme. It was true that Kagome worked like a charm. Girls flocked right and left to come to their games once they caught wind of a pretty boy playing for the Deimon Devilbats. Their fans accumulated until the crowd they usually gathered rivaled Oujo's who had the popular Sakuraba. And, with the girls that gathered, TV stations came, granting Hiruma the publicity that he wanted.

But there was one thing he forgot.

He didn't actually think the fangirls were bold enough to approach Kagome. But sure enough, they did. They came in packs, clamoring for a bit of the pretty player's attention, his digits, his underwear, anything! Sure it bugged him and he had no idea why, but Hiruma didn't mind so much, girls will be girls and they could get pretty desperate.

But then the pansy ass Sanzo from Shinryuuji approached Kagome.

That's where he drew the fucking line.

Hiruma watched the gay running back sidle up to his new player and coo adoringly. He batted his eyelashes and Kagome edged away from him warily.

"FUCKING PRETTY BOY GET OVER HERE!" Hiruma literally roared. Kagome jumped and hurriedly extricated her hands from the overzealous Shinryuuji player. She was gone before Sanzo even realized it.

Kagome skidded to a stop before Hiruma. "Ohhh that was close!" She chanced a glance back towards the Shinryuuji player. The effeminate running back waved a flirty hand and winked, sending shivers down her spine. Because she was a girl, being approached by girls was far more terrifying than being approached by guys. But, being approached by a gay male who thought you were a guy was scarring, absolutely scarring. Kagome crept behind Hiruma, shielding her from view.

Suddenly, he spun around and she backpedaled in surprise. He leaned down so that they were face to face while Kagome leaned back as far as she could. "Guess what?" he said, shoving a long finger in her face.

"What?" Kagome asked warily.

"You're not gonna play football anymore."

Kagome immediately brightened, "Really?!?" But then she jumped back even farther, suspicious of Hiruma's seeming nice actions. "Why? What do I have to do instead?" Because there was no way he was letting her free.

"Kekeke! You're gonna be a cheerleader!"

"NOOOOOO!!"

-
And teh chapter is ended with the dramatic 'nooooooo!'.
Hahahaha oh tvtropes you never cease to amuse me.
Okay notes, fyi, Sanzo is really the pansy ass football player from Shinryuuji, not some character i made up.
Ummm what else, what else, uh, i like pie.
Also, i think Kagome's hot and Hiruma's sexy.
Okay bye.