Ren watched as the pink bubble expanded and deflated. If he were a lesser man, he would be sweating underneath the shoulder pads, uniform, and helmet Kyouko had forced upon him for the recruitment. ("We can't have them recognizing you, Tsuraga-san," she explained matter-of-factly as she deposited the bundle of clothes in his reluctant arms. "Your face is probably one of the most famous in Japan!" Ren had vacillated from being pleased with the almost-compliment to bemused with the startlingly sound logic coming from a stalker. There was jealousy and sexual frustration mixed in there too, but those were always present.)
"You don't go to Deimon High," stated the blond who was the root of his troubles. Ren detected a hint of curiosity in this statement and hoped to God he was mistaken.
"Hiruma!" cried out a scandalized brunette, "Deimon High is a very large school. Isn't it possible that you just-"
"No, fucking manager," he cut her off, "there aren't any students here with that fucking ratio of leg length to height."
The girl looked like she wanted to say more, but allowed herself to be momentarily placated by a shorter male.
"So why the hell are you here, fucking infiltrator?" Hiruma challenged, leaning forward with a deadly glint in his eyes.
There goes any chance of this being resolved peacefully, mourned Ren. Kyouko's going to have to explain herself to Yashiro when I arrive at set bloody and bruised. He likes saying "fuck" way too many times to be mentally stable.
Kyouko, who had been pressing her ear to the door and hearing matters get worse and worse, chose this moment to burst in dramatically. The effect was slightly ruined when she tripped over the threshold and hit the floor rolling. She finally rolled to a stop by Ren's chair.
"..." went the other occupants in the room. Ren couldn't help but smile. It was just so like Kyouko to do something like this.
She recovered almost immediately and declared, "Tsuraga-san is not a spy, and he is most definitely not the one at fault. If you need to blame anyone, blame me! Dishonesty must burn like acid to Hiruma-san's delicate and tender ears. Please allow the humble Kyouko Mogami to apologize for her deception and reveal the truth!"
The sincerity in her expression was positively shining.
"Go on," said Hiruma with a smile that bordered on carnivorous. He had only twitched minutely at the "delicate and tender ears" piece and remained otherwise poker-faced. The rest of the Deimon Devil Bats, however, had the strangest sensation that they were watching a train crash in slow motion.
"I asked Tsuraga-san to try out for the American football team, so that I could learn more about Hiruma-san. Because I-I..." Kyouko's confidence seemed to run out.
He raised his eyebrows. This should be interesting.
"I really..." she tried again, red-faced.
Mamori was getting a bad feeling about this.
"Ireallylikeyou!" Kyouko blurted out in one breath.
The bubble popped.
Author's Note:
I had my heart set on making this a one-shot actually. But I got so many more reviews than I expected. Know that this is possible only because of you wonderful, wonderful people.
...I feel like Kyouko has had an infusion of Rock Lee or something. And Hiruma is so difficult, jeez.