I'm left, you're right,
Go straight; just don't stay out of sight,
Got your back, I'll even put up a fight,
Still TOMFOOLERING, you don't want to see me uptight,
When she gets wounded, it all ends tonight.
Summary: It was the way she looked at him, like she just saved a whole world rather than stopping a normal high schooler smoke, that made him slowly unwrap the Chappy themed bubblegum and eat it without a single complaint.
(A/N: Gawd, I just love you guys and your reviews!! I should've thought that everybody loved football sooner!! Now if only it'll reach 50… Detailed and not rushed, got'cha!!)
Bright lights burned the field, making the players sweat with anticipation. The crowd went wild, suddenly holding banners to cheer whatever team they favored. The sky was dark but the feeling was vivid, as though the moon wanted to be the new sun. Each coach held unto their clipboard like life preservers, and each player held unto their knees, fingers aching to do some damage. They were now playing defense, waiting for the opposing team to just call out some numbers, and they'll be done with this.
Ichigo's heart thumped wildly, not because he was scared, but because he was thrilled. He eyed the enemy quarterback with an instinct to just beat the living crap out of him for some unknown reason, he didn't even know the guy but his hand was just twitching to do some action, hmm… maybe football makes you this way. His helmet covered head snapped at Grimmjow, orange hair swishing and being uncovered a little. The maniac was grinning… well, shall we say, too enthusiastically. They were definitely taking this football crap too serious, but it was like some new game that replaced hardcore wrestling. And besides, unlike wrestling, football was real.
Brown irises suddenly moved, eyeing the rival quarterback, knowing that he would start making some calls soon…
"…. HUT!"
Long legs moved quickly, stopped, and almost tripped. Ichigo's eyes narrowed when a little thing slurred past him; halting behind Ichigo before hastily side-stepping, and turning around. Almost like a ballerina who slammed her elbows on people's gu-
And that's when realization hit him.
Rukia!
His brown eyes widened as they dared to turn to amber. The carrot top sprinted all across the football field, shoving people away, even allies, just to catch up at the little 'dancer'. Grimmjow dodged the Center with a high jump, making the Center skid through the grass with a burn. He smirked with satisfaction when Ichigo shoved him out of the way, knocking the azure-eyed lad beside the Center.
"What the hell, strawberry!?" Grimmjow yelled; arms outstretched on the dry turf.
"Midget didn't join the cheerleading squad!!" Ichigo yelled back.
Grimmjow growled. "Where is she?" he stood up and dusted himself off, the Center tried to do the same but was pushed back by Grimmjow's spiky shoe, painfully digging at his back. "Stay down, dammit. The parent's are talking."
Ichigo just looked on, amusement in his eyes. "She danced her ass across the field."
"F-"
"I GOT IT!!" Rukia shrieked, all heads snapped towards her, eyes staring at the sight of the football in her perfectly manicured hands. The game momentarily stopped.
"FUCK." Grimmjow finished, unknowing what else to say.
The curse word snapped the players out of their reverie, and the entertainment started again. Defensive linemen (now the enemy team because Rukia has the ball) raced towards the girl to tackle her and get the pigskin back, while the Offensive linemen (Kizuki and the gang because once again, Rukia stole the ball) dashed to Rukia to support her.
Ichigo was hauled up and pushed forward by Grimmjow, as the two started to seriously run their ass all across the opposite field where the ballerina and the ugly ducklings were.
"2, 4, 6, 8, protect, deflect!!" Nel cheered as she sat on top of the bleachers with the cheerleaders mimicking her moves. A pose with her arms up there, tossed the pom-pom here, but the players didn't give her their attention as they charged at the running Rukia, though the cheers and the chants could very well be heard like background music.
"Before she gets wrecked, necked, recollect the subject before she gets corrected!! Reflect, all you losers there who'll get their ass injected by my boy's perfect kick-ed, unsuspected!"
Rukia's head glanced to see Nel cheering and was about to give her a thumbs up sign, or perhaps a weird look at the song she just rapped. Worse enough, Nel started yelling words to her, but it just turned out to be mouthings as she was grabbed by the ankle and-
'Don't close your eyes, you're not supposed to close your eyes, you shouldn't close your eyes!' she chanted, waiting to hit the ground. 'The pain's already there so JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES!!' her jaw landed on the grass with a hard THUMP! The ball flew from her hands.
But the Linebacker didn't get to finish whatever he had planned; his hand grabbed Rukia's ankle and almost tripped her, but he was tackled by some kind of force that Heaven knew was very pissed off right know. The Linebacker let go of Rukia's foot, thus making the girl last 3 seconds in the air before landing hard on the turf.
Grimmjow grabbed both the Linebacker's arms and put his foot down his back, pressing firmer and firmer until the Linebacker started screaming on the grass. Ichigo picked up the pigskin that miraculously rolled down his foot, his eyebrows furrowed irritably at the earsplitting scream that seemed to shoot through the air. He gripped the football tighter and threw it at the shrieking Linebacker's face.
"Just shut the hell up." He said through narrowed, flickering amber eyes. His helmet sat on the grass, a little bit of blood splattered on it when he had tackled the boy.
Everybody was silent for a minute as they watched the scene of one hostile juvenile almost ripping a Linebacker's arm off, while the other one was beyond pissed off, not even bothering to say something more.
"Coach," Kizuki called as he stepped outside the football field. The tension lifted from his shoulders once he did so and he successfully neared their coach. "I gotta tell you, even though they're good at blocking, they're delinquents. Criminals going to high school. They're the boys who almost killed each other last year."
The grown man didn't say anything for a second before shaking his head. "It's not that. You saw what happened."
"Yeah, everybody did! They're breaking his arm off!" Kizuki shouted in response.
Back on the field, Rukia's head shot up and started spitting grass out of her mouth. Her small hands reached up to tap where the ball was, but it wasn't there. And as soon as her amethyst eyes looked up to see where the football had gone to, the tension miraculously lightened up when they saw she was fine, and the referee was able to whistle.
"71 (Grimmjow), foul of Clipping (clipping- a block from behind and at or below the waist or sumthing) and personal foul of unnecessary action to the Linebacker." The referee stared at Ichigo and gave him an 'Are you an idiot?' stare. "64, foul of using the football wrongly and personal foul of throwing it to the Linebackers face, even if he needed to be silenced."
Ichigo scowled, there was annoyance hinted but he was calming down. Grimmjow just frowned irritably. Right when things were getting so exciting, they had to cut him down.
"GRIMMY, RELEASE THE BOY'S ARMS!!" Nel ordered and called him 'Grimmy' for Grimmjow was too hard to say when your mind was concentrating to not fall off on top of a pyramid.
Said boy growled, a bit of humor in his azure eyes as he pointed at the childish girl. "Do NOT ever call me that again!" but Grimmjow did as he was told.
The game stopped temporarily as the coaches and the referee argued about the penalties, the others took this time to rest. The rash boy walked towards Nel to 'talk' about the little name-giving, and just in time, caught her when she finally fell off the pyramid, and Ichigo walked over to Rukia.
"Midget." He called in a dull tone as he sat across the girl Indian-styled.
"Don't call me midget." She responded.
"You're bleeding." He pointed out randomly.
Rukia smiled. "Am I?"
"Does it hurt?" his tone changed when he noticed tears where flooding out of her eyes, but there was no pain evident when he stared at the pools of amethyst.
"What?" she asked incredulously, surprised. Ichigo removed the helmet for her and she began wiping the tears away hurriedly, and embarrassed for showing such weakness even if it didn't hurt. "No… Did it hurt when the referee gave you that idiotic stare?" she smirked, changing the subject when he scowled deeply.
"He did not!!"
"Ya-huh."
"How do you know? You face was burried on the friggin' ground!!"
She glared. "It wasn't fully there! And I'm wonderful enough to have eyes at the back of my head!!"
Ichigo growled. "You amaze me." He said sarcastically. He didn't wait to point out that even if she had eyes at the back of her head, which she didn't, the football helmet would've still blocked it from view.
They talked and argued, Ichigo sometimes couldn't look away at the bruise on her chin, and Rukia pretended like it didn't hurt, well it did hurt, but there was nothing to cry about: it wasn't that serious. And right when the citrus top remembered to tell the girl not to play, the grownups decided to cut him off.
"Due to the Linebacker's penalty of grabbing the Runningback's ankle, we have decided to let you guys off. But another foul, which is very possible for you two yahoos, you will be ejected and banned from the game, is that clear?"
In other words: 'Because the Linebacker grabbed Rukia's freakin' ankle, it is understandable that you two went crazy and beat him up, but if you two ninnies screw up again, you are out of this game. Got it?'
Boo's and Yay's from both teams resounded through the air. A vein throbbed on Ichigo's forehead as he tried to ignore them and Grimmjow held back the instinct to go all Jeagerjaques on their asses.
Kizuki's coach was kind of apprehensive, one: because it is and was very fucking possible that these two would go tackling-happy again, and two: if they didn't go tackling-happy, then their blocking career was over. So what was he gonna do if the two best Fullback and Tight End ditched his team? The game only had an hour left before it was finished and without the two, they might lose.
The grown man sighed at the thought and took out his cap, ruffling his dulling black hair. There's still Kizuki and the others, right? He should have more faith. However the running back (Rukia) was assigned because the two hooligans looked after her (more or less), her tactful knowledge, and her barking commands. Yeah, they will definitely win! They didn't need those two... oh, who was he kidding!? They relied on Eyeshadow and Strawberry as much as the team needed the quarterback!!
Ichigo shoved the helmet on his head once more, as Grimmjow and Rukia beside him did the same; only with Rukia a little more gently.
"So we got 1 more hour left before this whole thing gets kicked off." Grimmjow reminded both of them as he slapped his hands on his knees from excitement. "How 'bout we fucking blow this joint?"
"'Blowing this joint isn't exactly what I was looking for," Rukia pointed out. "I simply want to beat these boys so bad that they will go to their mothers, weeping, with their fathers yelling at them to suck it up and be a man."
"Okay..., yeah, um, what the hell?" Ichigo raised a brow, the girl just frowned and stomped beside the quarterback. Kizuki grinned at her underneath the helmet and she did the same, only a bit uneasy. They were playing defense now, and in just a few seconds; the enemy quarterback would be calling some snaps, and they would ram unto each other like savage beasts.
"...HUT, HUT!" the enemy quarterback did so, and threw the ball. Red and blue clashed unto each other, pushing and shoving once again. Their feet dug into the ground as the defensive team (them/Ichigo and others) tried to pull back the offensive team (opponent). Ichigo and Grimmjow were too busy tackling the Centers, sometimes punching out their jaws and elbowing their guts.
The enemy's running back dashed across the field: football clutched unto the side of his chest while his arm struck forward. Grimmjow saw him go sideways of the crammed players, taking the easy way into their end zone. Azure eyes glinted as he pushed down on a random guy; bringing him down on his knees. Then, grinning mischievously, Grimmjow jumped on his back, stepping unto the guy's spinal cord -maybe even cracking a few ribs- before landing in front of the Runningback (miraculously), and scaring the shit out of the enemy player.
"Wh-wha, h-how did y-you...!? AHHHH!!" the boy stammered and yelled.
The coach gripped on his clipboard and almost broke it: praying to God for Grimmjow to not do something illegal to the poor boy.
The blue-haired boy's grin widened. "I jumped on your teammate's back and landed right here in front of you." The boy yelled louder in response, Grimmjow winced and was caught off guard. Seeing his chance, the running back quickly passed the ball to the enemy Quarterback in the form of a shivering throw.
Grimmjow growled as his eyes trailed after the flying Pigskin. His head snapped to the running back, who took another chance and ran the hell away from there. Snarling, his legs started to jog, then sprinted to catch up with the boy to maybe tackle him when the referee wasn't looking.
"Ichigo!" Grimmjow yelled, still chasing after the running back that was yelling merciful cries.
"WHAT!?" The strawberry boy snapped back, too busy pushing a giant man who looked too young for high school football, but was still there.
"Quarterback. Ball. GO!!" Grimmjow retorted, perhaps a little tiredly.
Ichigo finally gave up on the giant, and his brown eyes saw the Quarterback go by. He somehow squeezed out of the tangled limbs of the players and started power walking towards the captain of the enemy team. His breath was ragged as he pointed an accusing finger.
"YOU! Get back here!!" Ichigo scowled terribly and only deepened it when the Quarterback looked at him, then ran even faster. Ichigo held his breath and glared daggers, as his skinny legs started to run after the 'prey' that he really needed to kill right now.
Back at the ramming lines, Rukia squeaked when an Offensive tackler almost bashed his skull at her helmet. The two delinquents were too busy running after the Quarterback and the Runningback, even when staggering. And Kizuki was too busy giving commands for the team.
She would like to do the same, but it was very hard for a girl to even concentrate in this godforsaken, unmoving spot. So when the offensive line backed up, making her teammates fall forward in confusion, amethyst eyes widened when the opposing team decided to gather all their guys and ram themselves into them; mostly her because she was the tiniest of them all and caused all this ruckus.
Like Billy goats waiting to crush their horns into the other goats, the offensive line charged.
Go...
Going...
FUCKING GONE!
Her mouth opened to shriek but she wasn't really sure if she did, because she didn't hear any sounds at that moment. Ichigo halted when he heard her yell, and Grimmjow looked backwards when he did. Amber and Azure eyes widened at the sight...
Then BAM!
But everybody forgot that there was this knight in shining armor. This great brown horse. This fucking giant who stuck out his shoulder and waited for the Offensive tackler to ram his head into it, and when he did, he fell backwards unto the grass without Chad even needing to lift a finger more.
Rukia was quite stunned.
Chad looked back at her and put his shoulder down. "You alright?"
"Y-yeah." she managed to say quickly as she looked at the giant. Chad nodded in satisfaction and her eyes widened a bit as realization struck her. "I-I mean, thanks, really. I'm not sure if that was allowed in here, but thanks." she let out a smile before bowing gratefully.
Ichigo let out a sigh that he didn't know he had been holding for so long, and took his helmet to relieve him of his uneasiness. A vein throbbed on his head as Grimmjow approached him, completely forgetting about the Runningback.
"Why the hell is that when every time we go away, she gets herself into trouble?" The azure-eyed male asked with a frown.
Ichigo smiled bitterly. "Don't know."
"Well I do. Damned girl practically begs for it."
"Then why'd you ask?" he glanced at Grimmjow who snarled at him, biting the urge to slap the strawberry's head.
"It's called being social, dumbass. Don't know why people bother with it if it's too troublesome."
"It's not troublesome, you just can't do it right." The carrot top pointed out with a smirk.
Grimmjow growled but dismissed the insult. The game was still playing and wouldn't wait for two, they needed to get their ass ready. "Oi, you better catch that-"
"AAAHHHHHH!!" Rukia's scream cut him off.
A tiny blur dashed past them with what looked to be the football in hand, and was soon followed by two red dots (color of opposite team). As it turned out, over the time they had conversed, Rukia had stolen the ball once again, God only knows how exactly. The girl had tremendous luck but was soon losing it as the Defensive Tacklers caught in step with her. Chad was doing his part on the game, preventing the rest of the defensive line to catch up with Rukia.
Ichigo's eye twitched as he shoved the helmet and strapped the chinstrap on. Grimmjow growled in annoyance and did the same. "You go do whatever you were about to say, I'm about to kick me some ass."
Grimmjow frowned at the strawberry's words as he started walking, leaving Ichigo behind, and yelling over his shoulder. "Damned citrus head, don't hog all the fun."
"Yeah, well," his attention snapped as cool brown eyes glared over a certain girl who almost tripped over air and almost let herself get tackled by some guys. "Ah, fuck it." his feet started to walk faster.
"Nice choice of words." Grimmjow snickered, Ichigo scowled in response, signaling that he had heard him but is also ignoring him. His feet were jogging now.
The scene of the Runningback's helmet going over her amethyst eyes made Ichigo run. The helmet was a bit too big for her, but then again, almost everything was. She was small and tiny and petite. He knew that the idea of her playing was bad, BUT NO... the girl just had to do the (somewhat) right thing and join the game. And now he was stuck in this predicament, running after some girl who he only knew for about 3 weeks and 1 day, just hoping that the girl would learn her lesson and just praying that he wouldn't kill the one who taught it to her.
But the thought of beating someone because of an excuse to protect a stubborn girl, kicked off on his badass instincts and he seriously started running, more or less on the 'excuse'. And when Ichigo really saw that Rukia was being tackled, badass instinct was replaced by boy instinct, if you know where I'm trying to get at.
Amber eyes flashed and his skinny legs sprinted fully. It didn't really quite help that Grimmjow was trailing behind him, same look and urge, or maybe that was the opposing team's demise.
So when you see two boys almost flying, or lasting in the air for a good amount of time, before pouncing on two Defensive Tacklers with the intent to kill, and that a girl who was wearing boy clothes almost fell to the ground, once again, don't be surprised.
And don't say it's cheesy either, it's just showing 'rare' sportsmanship... okay so it's a bit cheesy, but that's what makes it a romantic story!!
Ichigo caught Rukia's arm just in time while his other one had had a Defensive Tackler in a headlock. Grimmjow meanwhile squeezed the back of the other DT player's neck. The game stopped again, as the others anticipated what would happen next.
The strawberry tightened his hold, and Grimmjow did not release his grip. That's what happened.
"Touch her again," The orange-haired lad's tone dripped with annoyance. "And I swear I will pop your head out."
Grimmjow added nothing and the two defensive players didn't question the 'she' part of the sentence. The referee whistled and the coach slapped his forehead. Ichigo's voice; though low and cool, was heard by everyone... unfortunately.
"Unsportsmanlike conduct. You're not supposed to threaten him and put him in a headlock, kid." The referee suppressed a twitch, Ichigo did not. "Foul. You're out of the game."
He slowly released his grip on Rukia who fell not so gently on the ground with an 'Oomph!'. Rukia scrunched her nose as she got up and dusted herself. "Release him, Ichigo."
Scowling, he reluctantly let go after she pried his fingers off the player's neck. She did the same to Grimmjow who jerked his hand more aggressively. The azure-eyed lad frowned at Rukia. "I'll get you for this."
She glared. "What did I do?"
As the two bickered and shoved each other's shoulders, Ichigo narrowed his eyes at the fallen Defensive Tackler. "You." he scowled. "I'm watching you." before the DT player could squeak in response, his glare diverted at the boy who had fallen victim to Chad's shoulder. "You too, dipshit."
Having heard this: Grimmjow suddenly laughed, surprising everyone, as his azure eyes stared at the player who had grabbed Rukia's ankle early on the game. He waited for Ichigo to go and collect his shoes, which were sprawled all across of the football field, before grinning: "He's watching you too, smartass."
Less than 30 minutes left of the game.
Ichigo is scowling on the bench.
The couch is yelling at his team.
Chad remains loyal yet neutral.
Kizuki doesn't get enough screen time as the Quarterback.
Grimmjow is pissed.
The girl ain't too happy either.
"Rukia…" the grown man had called for a pause to discuss their strategy. "-and Kizuki… do your stuff. Grimmjow." The blue-haired lad raised a brow. "Please do something miraculous." The boy just raised his brow more.
So the thing is, as said before, there wasn't really enough time on the game left, and though Grimmjow is a very talented blocker, it just doesn't work the same as when he was 'partners' with Ichigo.
The players didn't really know what to do with their helpless excuse of a coach so they just marched back into the football field without coming up with a simple strategy and wasting about 3 minutes of their lives. And that's a lot when you're suddenly dying, which can happen in football…
UNTIL, Rukia had a plan. Talk about just in time.
They were -luckily- playing offense now. Kizuki gripped the ball hard and was waiting patiently for his teammates to get in place. As usual, Rukia was behind him, Grimmjow was just beside her, and Chad stood near the offensive line.
The quarterback eyed the referee and soon as he started the game, Rukia's foolproof but unknown plan, went into action.
25 minutes…
"HUT!" Kizuki called. Rukia ran while Grimmjow tailed her, making sure to not get the girl in trouble this time. Taking a step backward, Kizuki threw the ball to Rukia which she caught ever so gracefully, or as much as graceful football could get.
23 minutes.
Two Linebackers appeared beside Rukia, planning to crush her to their sides. Amethyst eyes glinted, azure ones twitched. Rukia suddenly halted with a screech, the Linebackers looked behind their shoulders at the girl, puzzled expressions evident on their faces.
22 minutes and 30 seconds…
BAM!
Grimmjow had dived in for the kill when there was a gap open for him to jump into. Seeing this, Rukia started running again and ever so sneakily disappeared from everybody's watchful eyes. Ichigo's eyebrows furrowed. It was either she was moving so fast, that she couldn't be seen with the naked eye, or she shrank down and was now running through the field with the height of a mouse.
"KUCHIKI!!" Grimmjow yelled, getting up and snarling as he looked all over the swarm of reds and blues. "How the fuck am I supposed to block for you when you friggin' ran away!? Don't blame me if you get tackled, dammit!"
20 minutes…
'Mission 1; get Grimmjow preoccupied and stay there,' Rukia thought, smirking as she crawled on the turf. Everybody was too busy ramming each other to notice a lump was moving beside their legs. Besides, it helped to be small. 'Accomplished. Mission 2; Get Chad to help.'
She stood up with a 'huff'. Chad's eyes widened in surprise, "N-new girl?"
"Shut up and listen." She said, trying to sound polite yet demanding at the same time. "We now have less than 20 minutes to get into the lead."
19 minutes and 25 seconds.
"And?" he asked in a low voice. Thankfully, everybody was too afraid to go up against Chad one on one because of his height; leaving the two alone to talk somewhat peacefully.
"I want you to…. to launch me up into the air." And get this: it wasn't metaphorical at all.
18 minutes and 50 seconds.
"Somehow…... I think this isn't going to work." He reasoned as Rukia shifted her weight on his arm and got a good grip on the football.
"Shut up." She said again. Where had the nice, lovely girl who had given him the Kon pencil went to? "Mission 2; Accomplished. Mission 3; just go with the flow and hope that he'll get the message."
Chad raised a brow as Rukia started murmuring to herself. "You ready?" her voice resurfaced and snapped him back to reality. He nodded.
17 minutes.
"Good." She stared at the sky as adrenaline pumped throughout her body, trying to keep her nerves to calm down. Ichigo's eyebrows raised as he saw a tall boy carrying a lump of what seemed to be Rukia on his shoulders.
What the hell were they doing?
"Tiger direction!!" she barked.
15 minutes and 47 seconds.
"What?"
"Left, Chad, left." He did so and Rukia let out a strangled hiss. "MY left, Chad." He directed her again and stepped back, ready to launch Rukia. Although if she was planning to shoot across the field and score a touchdown, it wasn't going to work.
"Now, with my abilities," She sweat dropped at her choice of words. "And your Herculean strength, you are to launch me with no hesitation and-"
Grimmjow was still yelling out curses and stomping back and forth, unknown where his supposed blockee was. Ichigo stood up with a scowl. Was he allowed to call Grimmjow and tell him that Rukia was going to launch her ass into the air, or was that cheating?
13 minutes.
"Ready….?" Her voice remained somewhat strong.
No, no, hell no. She wasn't going to do that right? What if she didn't reach it? What if she did, but she didn't know how to land? DAMMIT. He yelled inwardly as he sat back down again and drummed his fingers on his knees.
"GO!"
Everybody heard her yell, and everybody saw something shooting through the air like a bullet. Only smaller.
"It's a bird!" Yelled some random person from the audience.
"No, it's a plane!" Screamed a defensive player from the opposing team.
"Motherfuckers, IT'S KUCHIKI!" Grimmjow bellowed, furious that she had ditched him to go among the birds. The coach grabbed on to his hat and gawked. The referee dropped his whistle. Was this even allowed!? How the hell were these kids coming up with ludicrous ideas!? Both teams gaped. The audience was silent. Nel choked on her water. And Ichigo fell from his seat, a dumbfounded expression on his face. How the fuck did she fly that high!?
10 minutes.
Rukia's eyes narrowed as she somehow, miraculously flew. She looked for any signs of blue hair and just hoped to God that the jackass didn't leave his spot.
"KUCHIKI!" Grimmjow pointed an accusing finger to her. Her brow relaxed out of relief. "WHAT THE FUCK- HOW THE HELL…!? GET YOUR ASS BACK-"
11 minutes and 34 seconds.
Nel spit out her water when she saw Rukia throwing the football to Grimmjow. still flying in the air. Grimmjow was knocked on the ground as the force hit him. He stared wildly at it, seeming not to know that it was a football.
7 minutes.
"RUN, FULLBACK!!" Nel shrieked, Grimmjow's head snapped at her.
While everybody's attention still remained on the flying girl; Ichigo bolted out of his seat, grabbed his helmet and shoved it on. He didn't care whether he was ejected from the fucked up game. There was a midget currently flying and breaking the laws of physics out here! And what was worse, it was his midget.
"HEY! You're not supposed to-" The referee's trance was snapped when Ichigo ran towards the football field.
Rukia's eyes closed as she dove towards the ground.
4 minutes and 23 seconds.
UMPH!
Everybody gasped. Her head was buried down his chest and Ichigo lay splattered on the turf, wheezing for air. Grimmjow had stopped running and turned around. The referee sighed. Back in his day, cheesy miracles didn't happen so much. Nel stood there, smiling. And Kizuki was a little jealous.
2 minutes and 54 seconds.
Amethyst eyes slowly opened and looked at brown ones that had a little bit of amber in them. Ichigo flicked her on the forehead.
2 minutes and 5 seconds.
"DUMBASS! Why the hell did you do that?!" He scowled at their close proximity. They were just friends so there was nothing to be awkward about. "Were you planning to fly across the field and score a touchdown?! Well if you were, that was pretty stupid! It just ended up as a distraction!!"
45 seconds.
She huffed. "You're the dumbass, not me."
Ichigo's scowl deepened. "Me!? I wasn't the one who did the godforsaken stunt!!" his scowl turned into a smirk at Rukia's maddening stare. "You gotta admit though, that was pretty moronic of you. It just failed anyway."
15 seconds.
Rukia glared and poked his cheek, turning his head sideways. "Au contraire stupid, look."
EEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!
The buzzer rang the moment Grimmjow slammed the pigskin on the dry grass. Brown eyes widened as Ichigo was left dumbfounded. Chad's eyes widened too. So that was what the girl was planning all along, not to fly across the field and score a touchdown, but to fly across the field, distract all the players, and pass the ball to Grimmjow. A little insane, but it somehow worked.
"Hey!!" a person from their team announced. "That blue-haired guy is on the enemy's end zone!! We won!!"
"What the hell...??" Ichigo was speechless. So was the audience, but Nel and the cheerleading squad clapped.
"I threw the ball to him when I was 'flying'." it was her turn to smirk. "Genius, huh?"
The team ran towards Grimmjow and hoisted him up: much to the azure-eyed lad's protests and threats. The rest of them walked to Rukia and helped her up, cheering all the while. They were the ones who tried to find the smallest jersey that could fit her, so of course they knew she was a girl, and they in return just acted like the 'gentlemen' they were. The crowd roared with delight as soon as they realized that Kizuki's team did win. Meanwhile, Ichigo scowled as he was left paralyzed on the ground.
"What's the matter, coach?" Kizuki walked up to the grown man and grinned, giving him a thumbs up sign. "We-"
The referee whistled, cutting the quarterback off and the crowd stopped cheering, waiting for the man in black and white to announce that Kizuki's team, had indeed won the game.
"There hasn't been-" the referee stopped talking when he felt Kizuki's coach's stare at him. The mediator turned around and glanced at the grown man, who was grinning too brightly for what was about to hit him. He should've known, after all; he was the coach. Blinking, the man in black and white continued again. A little freaked out and traumatized. "There hasn't been a game that I went to that had so many-"
"Wonderful players?" Offered Rukia.
"Excitement?" Nel suggested.
"Bullshit?" yelled Grimmjow.
"Somebody help me up, dammit!" Ichigo strained.
The referee gave each of them a weird stare. "-fouls. There hasn't been a single game that I went to in my entire life, that had so many fouls. Because the Runningback over there flew, which I gotta admit was pretty heroic, but I know that somehow, it's a foul. It's not in the game book, but I'm pretty sure it is. And because strawberry there went into the field when he wasn't allowed to."
"So... we... didn't win??" the coach asked.
"Well in points you did, but you're disqualified." The referee scratched at his head. "Marvelous game though, I'll give you that."
Kizuki's face fell. The coach wanted to cry. The crowd instantly lowered their banners and packed up, muttering things like: "The fuck is wrong with people today?" or "That was 2 hours and a half of time wasted from my life." The team did not have the courage to throw Grimmjow down, so instead they kept on carrying him. Nel's smile broke. Rukia sweat dropped.
And Ichigo could only scowl further. However, if he had known what awaited him for school the next week, he would've scowled and furrowed his eyebrows.
Sorry if it's too cheesy … Ugh, gawrsh, I meant to update on Saturday but my eyes hurt. If you all didn't know this by now, I usually try to update every week. Sorry!!
And it's NOT long, I was just trying to be descriptive as much as this girl can get.
Please tell me it DIDN'T confuse you!! Well if it did, just review and lie that you absolutely understood it. And loved it. That's not too much, right!? Just type in some words!!
Okay, -hyperventilating- sorry. But isn't that purple button REALLY hypnotizing!? No? Is something wrong with you!? Wait, you said yes?! YAY!!