1Next chappy! Things are progressing a little slow like most stories, bu they will liven up soon. I have most of this fic written out and the parts I don't have written out are pretty perfectly clear in my mind. This is my first long-time written work, and as long as there is at least one person still reading this fic, I'll keep updating XD

Nothin' much I need to explain in this chapter so I'll just put the disclaimer and you can start reading.

Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be, etc...

-Chapter Three: Teach Me Again-

They stopped at a local fast food joint on their way back to Habashira's. However, due to Hiruma's increasing grumpiness at the expense of his hunger, Rui decided that it might be for the good of his own safety (if not his life) if they ate there. Once they got their orders filled and delivered they chose a secluded booth in the back of the shabby restaurant. They ate in silence for awhile Rui thinking about how this was all going to work out.

He could just drop off the amnesiac at Deimon and tell them to work it out themselves, but a part of him kept nagging in the back of his mind saying this might be a blessing in disguise. Rui never claimed to have friends, only teammates and even then they were only on the team because Rui had threatened them to do so. The only person in his life that he ever respected and generally had fun with was his brother. Even his father was never home for him, and as stereotypical as it sounded, that might have been the reason why he and his brother were as involved in the gang world as they were. However, despite all this he always told himself that he never needed friends or partners, and there never came anyone that he truly desired to know better or to hang out with. That is, until they lost the match with Deimon.

He still remembers the days when he was technically Hiruma's slave. Although sometimes the Deimon quarterback would ask them to do stressful or ridiculous things Rui would always be good on their deal. The rest of the Chamaeleon team just assumed this was because their Captain's pride wouldn't let his rival get the best of him, and this is what Rui had tried to tell himself as well, but apart of him in the depths of his mind truly enjoyed the moments when Hiruma would kick him in praise. Hiruma was actually the first person Rui had ever wanted to befriend, and maybe this whole memory loss thing can be worked to his advantage.

Although no matter what he actually wanted the fact still remained that Hiruma had to get back his memory before the Fall tournament began, but maybe if Rui could befriend him before hand then, possibly, they could remain allies.

SNAP SNAP!

Rui was rudely brought out of his thoughts when Hiruma snapped his fingers in front of his face,

"Hey, you fuckin' lizard, pay attention to me when I ask ya' a question."

Habashira glared in response, "What do you want?"

"I want to know what we're gonna do now, asshole."

"Now?"

"Yes, now? Damn sometimes I think you're the one with the memory loss."

Rui thought about this. What was he going to do with this devil? He did want to try to make peace with him but he never really thought about how he was to go about this. "Like I said I don't want you out of my sight until you have your memory back. I could take you back to Deimon, but I don't to face the wrath of entire school because their star quarterback can't remember how to play the game he specializes in." This was party true, it's not that he was scared of facing a virtual army of high schoolers, but mostly because he didn't want to deal with the social (and no doubt legal) technicalities that would arise.

"Alright, then what the hell do you suggest?"

"The only thing I can suggest is that I'm going to teach you American Football all over again."

"What?" Hiruma asked surprised.

"Look, the Fall tournament is coming in about a month and before that arrives either you have to regain your memory or learn how to play Football just as good as you did before."

The blond raised his eyebrow, "And you think you can teach me in a month?"

"Not really, but at least I know you can learn fast."

"Do I?" he said as he smirked.

"You're known as one of the most brilliant team captains in all of Japan. It won't even take you a month to learn it all."

But Hiruma decided to focus on the earlier statement, "Am I really known as the smartest or is that your own opinion?"

"I, uh," Rui forced down the blush that was fighting it's way to the surface, "Well, I did, no, do think you're a very... valuable player, but people do know you as a cunning player and in reality, some people hate you for it."

"Do you hate me?" Hiruma asked suddenly.

"What?"

"Do you hate me? I mean, I don't remember you at all but I recognize you and like I said earlier I don't feel like I hate you, but what about you?"

"I..." Rui paused his eye twitching with nerves. There was a point in time when he did hate the exceptionally better quarterback, but he definitely didn't anymore. However, he still wasn't sure how he truly felt. Right now all he wanted was someone to... relate to. "I don't hate you Hiruma. I respect you as a fellow player."

"I don't even know how to play anymore."

Rui smirked, "And that's why I teach you."

Hiruma laughed, not the usually devilish laugh that would otherwise frighten the Chamaeleon, but a nice, soft chuckling, "Well, I guess I'm just gonna have to fuckin' learn it quick aren't I?"

"Yeah... I guess so."

They ate the rest of the meal in a respectable silence and while heading out to the parking lot Hiruma hesitated before getting back on the motorcycle. Rui cast him a curious stare, "What's wrong?"

"Let's start today."

Rui raised his eyebrow, "What?"

"Start teaching me today?"

"You sure about that. You got into a motorcycle crash just yesterday."

"Che, fuck that. I feel fine. Let's go back that dump of yours, get some equipment, and find a field or somethin'."

"Fine. I know when you get your mind on something you won't give it up. If you get hurt it's not my fault, remember that."

"Yeah, yeah. Just fuckin' drive already."