This story is a HiruOC and sometimes a little OOC. I'm trying to follow the real storyline but I put in a few (ok, a lot) extra parts. This is my first attempt ever and my first long chapter fic.
Intro: (b/c no one likes them)
Name: (enter your own name)
Age: 16
Height: 5' 9"
Hair: Dark brown almost black, to the middle of your back in length
Eyes: Clear baby blues
Perfect body yada yada yada….
Same year as Hiruma at Deimon
You are overly athletic
(Finally on to the story!)
You sigh as you walk to your first class. School is so lame! You look around the bland classroom and pick an empty seat near the back. Well at least no one is seating back here. It was only now that you noticed the shadowy figure looming behind you, breathing down your neck. You slowly turn your head to see what you believed to be a spawn of the devil. And for good reason. You swallow a gulp of air but continue to sit at the desk. Inside you were shaking but on the outside you were annoyed.
"What do you want?"
The demon act faded away from the…boy?! Whoa, did not see that one coming.
A smirk crept along his face, "Who are you? And what are you doing in my seat?"
Who does this guy think he is? "Excuse me? Your seat?" You were having fun already, for you just love to push people's buttons. "How second grade."
You smiled at you victory but not for long. You soon felt the cold barrel of a handgun against your warm neck.
"I would suggest moving."
Assuming that the gun was a fake, you don't even waver.
"No, I think I'm fine here, but thanks anyway."
The spiky blonde sighed, "Have it your way then."
Immediately following that statement a round of bullets was shot off, causing you to jump clear out of the chair.
The demon boy crackled evilly and took the seat.
"You know, you never did answer my question. Who are you?"
Yeah right! Like you would talk to him now! But being the "so brave you're an idiot" person you are, you answered. Not sure if you would regret it or not.
" . Who are you?"
To your surprise, he answers, "Hiruma"
Well, now he has a name.
(Fast forward to after school)
Maybe I should join a sports club? Besides, you would want to see this amazing body go to waste? You smile to yourself at you humorous sarcasm. You run down the long list of sports that you kick ass at:
Basketball, softball, track, tennis, swimming…
As you were continuing to cross off the list, you spot a flyer that stands out to you. American Football? A slow smile appears on your face. Yeah, I like a little challenge. (Little do you know how much of a challenge it really would be)
You find the club room behind the school and open the door to find a nasty combination of dust, sweaty jerseys, and other smells and sights you could do without seeing. Defiantly a guy sport.
A voice behind you brings you out of your thoughts.
"Hey, who are you?"
How many times are people going to ask me that today? You turn to find a rather, well to call him hefty would be an understatement, boy at the door.
"I'm . Are you part of the American Football club?"
The Giants face lit up with a huge grin, " Yeah! I'm Kurita, the defensive linemen. What position do you…" and then he noticed, "Oh, you're a girl. Do you play football?" A confused expression took over his face.
"No, I don't play, but I was hoping to…" You were cut off by a familiar voice.
"Hey Fatty! What's a girl doing here." It was here that he remembered you from the classroom. "Oh, it you. What are you doing here?"
All hopes you had of joining the team escaped you but you stayed strong to you goal. " I want to join the team."
Hiruma looked you over, "No."
Now you were angry with him, "Why not? I'm a damn good athlete and I can pick up on the game pretty quick."
"I said no, so you can leave now."
This is when Kurita bounced into the argument, "Maybe we should just see first Hiruma. We really need more players."
He looked like he was actually considering it, "Fine, but on one condition."
Finally! "Name it."
That same evil smirk was on his face, " If by some miracle, you can join the team, you have to come up with eight more players by our first game!"
Is that all he's got? "Fine."
"First off is the 40 yard dash" Hiruma explained as the three of you walked onto the field.
You took up your running position waiting for the signal.
"Ready! … Go!"
You took off and pushed yourself more than you did for track.
You finished and looked at your time.
Kurita said it out loud, "Wow, you did it in 4.4 seconds."
"Is that a good thing?"
Hiruma was walking off the work out room, "its ok. For a rookie."
Riiight. Whatever they would throw at you in the weight room, you would toss it right back in their faces. This is where you would really get to show off.
Kurita showed you to the bench press, "How much do you lift?"
You thought of the last time you pressed. It was about 170 lbs. Let's push the edge today. "I'm right around 185 pounds."
Kurita hesitated a bit, "Well, alright."
When the weights were set you lifted the bar with little to some effort. Nothing I can't handle.
Kurita was impressed but again, Hiruma did not seem to care.
Hiruma spoke after the test, " Well, you're about average."
Average?!
"I bet you would be good on the offence with a little more training."
Then he walked off with nothing further.
"Hey!" You called after him. "What does that mean?"
Kurita explained that was just Hiruma's way of letting you join.
"Great, now all I have to do is get eight more players." You let out a puff of air as you walked home.
The next day passed by and when you realized what time it was you decided to head over to the club room to find Kurita and a small scrawny boy sitting at the table.
"Hi Kurita, who's this?"
"Oh hey this is…"
He was cut off when Hiruma blast through the door.
"Can you believe it? The stupid convenience store ran out of the sugar free gum I like." He complained while tossing you three bottles of water.
He posted a large graph on the wall, " If we want to play in the next game we're going to need eight more players."
You tried to interject, "Um…" with no such luck.
" So that means you two have to get three players by tomorrow."
"Hiruma!"
"What do you want?"
"I am a member, remember? So do I still have to get eight players?"
"No, but you're not getting off that easily. Get ready for hell during the game."