Hello again. Good news, my exams are almost done, I only have one more test left ^^ As usual I'd like to thank Bar-Ohki, Tosa, CrdragonPyro and xDarklightx for reviewing you guys are awesome. At the end of the previous chapter I mentioned the possibility of Michi having previous experience in another sport. Since the majority of you guys seem to be in favour of it, I'm going to go through with it (which is a big relief on my part cause I already figured out an entire back-story for everyone that would be involved) . As a side note, thank you for all the wonderful suggestions but I actually already have a sport in mind (I'll give you a hint, no one guessed it). I'd like to apologize in advance if Agon seems a bit OOC, I'm not quite used to portraying him yet.


Decked out for a night on the town, Agon had been making his way to one of his usual haunts, a nightclub called the 'Nirvana', when he ran into the rude piece of agricultural trash from before.

Weighing the option of killing the bastard, Agon quickly came to the conclusion that killing him wasn't worth getting blood on his clothes. So he decided to just this once pull a Hiruma. The piece of trash was going to be his slave for the night; at the very least the jackass owed him a drink…or ten.

Ignoring the prostitutes' protests, Agon grabbed Michi in a near bone-crushing grip as he proceeded to drag the piece of trash away.

Completely misinterpreting Agons actions, Michi was relieved to meet someone she at least recognized. "Ah thank you about that, I've never really been good at handling those situations." Giving a slight bow as they walked, to where she did not know Michi continued, "Sorry for bumping into you earlier Unsui-san."

Agon froze. No-one, not in over ten-years had mistaken Agon for his brother when talking to him face to face.


Takura and the rest of the football team were just lazing around. They were supposed to be practicing, as they were still in the Spring tournament and had a game coming up, but no-one could concentrate, it was too nice of a day out.

Since Naga-chan would maim them if she heard that no-one was practicing, Takura figured that he could get the guys to run a few drills.

However just as he was getting up to rally the troops he heard a loud yell coming from behind the school. "What the heck was that?" a few people shrugged, scattered remarks here and there on the source of the shout.

Though he was serious about the sport, Takura just didn't have the work ethic to train day in and out for football. Grinning at the distraction, the tall lineman led a band of brave first years to inspect the noise.

Making their way to the back of the school, the footballers were passed by several students, some screaming about seeing a ghost.


Before Hiratsuka became a school it was a rather large farm. When the land was bought with the intent of building a school, the founder didn't really know what to do with all the farm equipment and animals that came with it. After much debate with the school board Hiratsuka opened as an agricultural school, making use of the pre-existing equipment.

The school was built in front of the barn, on dead land. The football field was later added in front of the school, making it the first thing you saw when entering the grounds.

Administration has been trying to get rid of the field since the old football club dismantled. The thing stopping them was that nothing had been able to grow in the area. They had tried planting trees, and bushes and growing grass, but nothing would grow. It frustrated the principal to no end.

With this in mind, Takura was completely dumbfounded that Habashira Rui had managed to completely miss the football field when he entered the school grounds. The lizard man was covered from head to toe in flour, which explain the shouts of 'Ghost!' when he reached out to try to find a shower or towel.

Grabbing the nearest person, Habashiras wrath was unleashed on a poor unsuspecting first year. "Where's your captain?!"

Tearing the first year –Kyo- out of the lizard mans grasp, "Haven't seen Naga-chan since yesterday when sh--he went to visit Hiroshi in the hospital" Takura barely managed to catch himself from unintentionally informing Habashira the Michi indeed a female. He had bet 6,000 yen on Ojou to be the first to figure it out and he'd be damned if he lost.

"Why are you looking for him anyways?" One of the other first years inquired. It wasn't exactly a short distance from Zokugaku to Hiratsuka; add in the fact that they had recently beaten the Chameleons, made Habashiras visit all the more suspicious.


They were in a strip-club now. Agon had spent a god ten minutes violently informing Michi that he was Agon not Unsui. The reason the piece of trash was still alive was because someone had called the cops.

While the police usually ignore the going-ons of the red-light district, nearly killing someone in the middle of the street wasn't exactly something they could pretend not see…at least when it was confirmed that the assailant wasn't a member of the yakuza.

So when the police did rear there heads with the intent of booking a couple of punks, Agon grabbed Michi and pulled her into the nearest door, which turned out to be a strip club. While he had no problem leaving the piece of trash to die, now that the police where notified, he couldn't have the trash I. him, Unsui wouldn't let him live it down if he got sent to jail…again.

So here they were, Agon wasn't as angry as he was before, at least this place had decent strippers. That and the jackass 'offered' to buy him a couple drinks to make up for earlier.

Michi rolled her eyes as a stripper climbed onto Agons lap, pressing herself against the slightly tipsy teenager. Looking around Michi realized that they were the only customers remotely youthful; everyone else was either middle-aged or older.

In-fact the table they were seated at was attracting quiet a bit of attention, female and male. Strippers and prostitutes swarmed the place, trying to catch one of the young bloods eye. Agon was soaking up the attention like a sponge, letting the night-ladies fondle and rub themselves against him.

Deprived from the pleasing touches of the women, a rather drunk middle-aged man came up and started to a pick a fight.

Forcibly shoving the women out of his way, he attempted to punch Agon. Not only was his punch weak and poorly aimed, with Agons reflexes he didn't stand a chance from the beginning. Easily catching the intended blow, Agon was about to retaliate when the bouncer came up and picked up the drunk by the scruff of his shirt and kicked him out. As it turns out, they didn't care for your age so long as you didn't fight with anyone.

Compliments showered over Agons head the women in awe at how he didn't even look at the drunkard as he went to punch him and still managed to catch the blow.

Of the women that were too far back in the group or outright rejected by the dread-head, over half of them made their way to Michi. Awkwardly rejecting the offers, Michi cast a 'get me the hell out of here' look in Agons direction.

With a mutter of 'wuss' Agon slapped some money (Michis) down on the table, paying for the drinks and some more money (also Michis) down a strippers shirt, groping her in the process.


Stepping out of the strip club, the bright city nights lit up the dark sky. The streets were even busier than before, the people of the red light district going full swing partying into the night. Agon had yet another iron-like grip on Michis wrist; she was going to have a bruise there in the morning.

Dragging her through the crowd, the silence between them broke at the sound of a cell-phone ringing. Agon pulled her to the side of the street, against the wall of the building as she dug into her pocket, fishing for her phone.

"Moshi moshi," there was silence for awhile before Michi replied into the phone, "Ah kaa-san! Ahh yes I realize its late out…no I'm not at football practice at the moment…I'm in Tokyo," Michi had to hold the phone away from her for a moment as a women could clearly be heard shouting on the other end.

Momentarily wondering why he was still hanging around the piece of shit, Agon figured it was probably due to the fact that the bastard turned out to be loaded. Seriously what sane person carried around that much cash? "No I'm not alone, I'm with a friend," Agon scoffed, friend yeah fucking right, "I'll come home now just let me tell him goo- ah I can stay out?"

Huh, and he thought his parents were weird, "Done yet Trash?" Agon asked, having already grown impatient.

"Ah yeah, sorry about that, I forgot to tell my kaa-san I was going to be in Tokyo today." Not even listening, Agon renewed his grip on Michis arm and once again they entered the crowd. "Hey Agon…can you please stop calling me 'trash'."

Once again failing to turn around and make eye contact, the dread-head simply informed her that, "I will, when you stop being a piece of trash." Even though he wasn't currently looking at her, Michi nodded.


I'm sorry to inform everyone that you wont be finding out the dirt Hiruma has on Michi for awhile. In the next instalment you all get to find what the heck just happened, and you'll learn a bit more about the Scarecrows next game. Oh and before I forgot I wont be updating for awhile (not due to life) as I want to write out this one scene (which may or may not make it in the next chapter) and trust me it's going to take awhile (and it'll be funny, oh so very funny).

For those of you wondering:

-the use of the term 'dead-land': is land where basically nothing can grow.

-Moshi moshi: A form of answering the phone in Japan.

-Kaa-san: Michis referring to her mom.

-6,000 yen is around 60 dollars

-bonus points for anyone who can figure out the joke behind the use of 'Nirvana'

Out of evergrowing curiosity, I'm wondering what team (At least 9 players) you guys think will be the first to figure out Michis a girl.