And the tears come streaming down your face

When you lose something you can't replace

When you love someone but it goes to waste

Could it be worse?

"Oi! Oi?! Hey you!!"

Tears stream, down your face

When you lose something you cannot replace

Tears stream down your face and I...

"You!!! Agh! Sena! What's this girl's name?!"

"It's Kisaragi-san."

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you.

"Oi, Kisaragi!! Just friggin' wake up!!"

Even though my mind was in a fuzzy world of unawareness, I was able to tell that something had brushed over my face. Warmth was radiating from it. ... A hand? I considered curtly afterwards.

RIIIIP!!!!

"Owwwww?!!!"

"Che, she finally wakes up."

"Wh, what did you...!"

From the abrupt sensation which felt like the flesh of my very own face had been torn off, I snapped my eyes open and bolted straight up from a chair, I think, to glare at the person who was standing right in front of me. My God, another blonde?! What is up with me and blondes?!

"Well, you wouldn't wake up, so I had to do something, you know?"

"That doesn't mean you had to pull my band-aid off of my face by full force!!"

Yes, this guy used one of the lamest and almost certainly, the least acknowledged ploy to wake me up: he pulled my band-aid off as hard as he could. Not even a band-aid could endure a male's pulling-strength who has already gone through puberty.

And you know what? That band-aid was quite colossal in dimension! (Please ignore the fact that I only got a bruise from the vicious football.)

"Or what? You'd rather had cold water thrown over you?" The guy glowered down at me (gah, why does everyone has to be taller than me?!) and I figured that was the universal sign for me to shut the crap up. The thing was—

"No, but couldn't you have thought hard enough with your brain to come up with a much more moderate way to wake me up?!"

I didn't shut up. Oh yeah, just bring it on, nameless blonde!

"You—"

"Can't the both of you just shut the fuck up?!"

In the next jiffy, gunshots filled in my ears and, well, it scared the heck out of me because I wasn't expecting that.

I let out a high-pitched cry and grabbed, or more like, hugged the closest thing to me, which just had to be that nameless blonde.

This was sad. Really sad. One minute, I'm bickering with this guy, and in the moment after that, I'm hugging him. Talk about issues.

"What the heck are you doing?! Get off of me!!"

"Oh? Er, um, sorry..."

He seemed to be taken aback at my earnestness. Well, that's kinda impolite.

But what else am I supposed to say? I mean, I wouldn't want to have someone random hug onto me either.

While trying to conceal the information that my face was red from, say, mortification, I learned that I was still in the clubhouse along with various people including Sena-kun, Mamori-san, Monta-kun, and some others I've never met before. Also, Hiruma-san was standing by the doorway, staring at me, apparently irritated from who knows what.

I noticed Sena-kun, who was beside me, looked a bit troubled. "Um.. Kisaragi-san?"

"Hm?" I acknowledged him with a murmur, fixing my hair while so.

"Why did you lose consciousness in the clubhouse?"

I spluttered. Severely at that.

Pieces of memories were coming back to me now, and I felt myself turn red. So I did pass out. Very.. very... thwarting (I don't even know what that means).

"If you don't remember me, than I guess I'll just have to fucking make you remember it, huh?"

Stop, stop!!!! Agh! I can't get the stupid scene out of my head!

I glanced down swiftly on purpose when I saw the devil grinning playfully at me.

Arg.. I did an imaginary pirate pose in my mind. Don't ask.

"Ehh... well, um.."

"She fell down and fucking hit her head. Right?"

"Eh? Uh, y-yes. That's what.. happened!"

For an instant, I was like, Really? But when Hiruma-san sent a nippy glare at me, I immediately understood what he meant, whether I wanted to or not (like he cares), and nodded my head at everybody.

"O-oh, are you okay?!"

"Does it still hurt? You can have a seat if you want to!"

The big person, and I mean big, in a really, really, huge definition, spoke to me first. He reminded me of a cuddly dog. Then Mamori-san scurried over to me and looked into my face to make sure if I was okay or not with her own eyes.

....I don't think I can bear to tell them that I'm actually perfectly fine.

"Oh no, I'm fi—" I made an effort to object, buuuuuuut!!

"Your head must've hurt! Yeah, anyway, fucking manager!!!! Get to it!!"

"I said stop calling me that!!!!"

"......"

What is it with people these days? Is it like, a mission now to interrupt me whenever I speak? Because if some kind of secret mafia was giving out directions to everyone to do that, then someone's going to die.

"N-n-no! Really!!! I'm fine! I'll live, so please don't worry!" I strived to keep Mamori-san away from trying to put another set of band-aids onto my skin-covered cranium.

"But Yuri-chan—"

"If she says she's fine, then she must be."

Huge surprise. That nameless blonde guy spoke up for me. I guess he saw through Hiruma-san's eccentric scheme. The club's manager nodded slowly and hesitantly after taking a brief second to examine me with her caring gaze. Thank goodness.

"Um... thank you," I whispered to the guy, one corner of my mouth going upwards.

"That was nothing. I just said what seemed like the truth."

Hmm... is he a good guy in the inside after all?

"So... what's your name..?" I inquired.

"Jyuumonji Kazuki," he retorted with a straight face, though his eyes were focused someplace else.

Nice, I was about to say, but then again; you know how things work out in the end.

"Awwww!! Kazu-chan has some hots for this girl?!"

"Who knew that she was your type?!"

"Wh..!! Toganou!! Kuroki!!! Shut the hell up!!!!"

Jyuumonji-kun turned faintly scarlet and yelled ruthlessly at the two males that suddenly popped up out of nowhere. I was affected by their stupid comments, too. I hid my face with my hands because it probably was tinting red by now.

Someone, anyone! Just get me out of here!!!

As if the angels in the heaven heard my desperate yearning, Mamori-san came over towards me with a charming smile and said, "Why don't we go outside to let the boys change?"

That said, I glanced around to look at the "boys". They did seem tired, worn out from practice, I suppose. That much time has already passed since I passed out? Geez, how long have I been out for?

With just a brief nod, I started to head toward the exit with Mamori-san. As I walked past the guys, I felt them boring their gazes into my back. What? Did I suddenly sprout golden wings or something?

I huffed a little to express my irritation to them and closed the knobbed door behind me. The manager chuckled frivolously. It's not funny! I feel like I'm a freak, them staring at me and all.

"Please don't misinterpret them, Yuri-chan. They're just not used to having another girl in this club," Mamori-san explained with a half-hearted grin on her face.

"Well.. if it's only that, then, it's.. okay. But it feels very weird."

Her laugh chimed humorously in my ears.

"Pay a visit here every now and then. Maybe they'll get used to you."

No no no no. Mamori-san, you're kidding me. I passed out during this football club "visit", and I figured that I had some problems against the blondes. I don't think I need anymore mishap refolding. But I didn't want to be rude to her so I said, "Um, sure. I'll... try, to."

"Kekeke, you'll try to? Why not become a manager so you can come every day?"

"Eek?!!!"

Warm breath slithered over the back of my neck, causing me to scream and quiver at the same time. I flicked my gaze backwards, only to end up finding the devil with an annoyingly crafty smirk plastered on his lips.

"What.. do you mean?" I tried slowly tip-toeing away from Hiruma-san, but one of his arms was placed on my shoulder, preventing me from even taking a tiny step. Every single attempt ended up in a failure, so I just simply stopped moving all together.

"I mean what I said, fucking hazel," he retorted shortly, staring into my two hazel eyes. "I'm telling you to become our manager."

"Can I refuse?" I asked back timidly.

"Unless you want to let them know what you did on—"

"Stooooop right there!!!!!! Don't say anything else!!" I wanted to cover Hiruma-san's mouth, but of course, he was super tall, so I couldn't. Instead, I screamed hastily, cutting him off from telling everyone the incredibly embarrassing memory I was involved in the past which I have no idea how he knows. He told me this when we had our "private talk".

You're asking me what that memory is? Well, that's for me to know and you to figure out. Cheesy line, whatever.

"So what are you going to do?" The blonde devil snickered, pretending that he didn't know the so obvious answer. ...And, um, when was he going to get his hand off of my shoulder? 'Cause, I don't know. It felt like the temperature was rising. That was weird because the sun was setting.

I sighed, a little dramatically. I'm not a drama queen, just to let you know. "I have no say in this whatsoever, do I?"

"Damn right," he laughed cunningly. Hit me, I thought he looked very... attractive, when he laughed like that.

Quickly skidding away from this blonde who was causing all sorts of clashing disorders within me, I mumbled in a feigned cynic, "Fine."

Wait, "feigned"? Huh, I have to say, that's new.

**

Lyrics are from Cold Play's "fix me".

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