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P.S: This story is written more as a way of entertainment and to crush the plot bunnies of doom born from reading amazing FemSena fics. e_e
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Humans always have this fear of the unknown. As a child, they have this moment where they fear the darkness, or more commonly known as the sounds under their bed, all fuelled by the stories of their parents, myths or simple imagination. Seeing is believing, and until then they won't believe on real things — in some part of the human mind they will always fear the darkness. After all, many things are hiding within the Darkness, many things yet undiscovered or proven true, and for that Humans fear the darkness; they can only believe and understand in what they see, and what they can't understand, they fear it.
If humans can't see it, they will always be dug down by the terror of not knowing, the fear of being unaware of their surroundings, the sheer panic when they don't know what's coming at them.
There is a reason Humans believe in what they see — it reassure them of the reality they know and numbs down their fear and terror, makes them so blissfully ignorant to the dangers of nature or that yet undiscovered by humans.
With Sena, she didn't fear the darkness itself - was already far too accustomed to the Darkness of her world, what were the difference between black and other colors anyway? They were all the same to her... even if she knew others thought differently, even if she knew it was because she was blind - but that doesn't mean she doesn't have this natural fear of the unknown — the sounds, the vibrations, the senses... Sena was not fearless and would never be, the blindness only heightens this fear, because the only thing she sees is Darkness, and she would be forever unaware of the colors or the reality normal Humans see. Sena, despite accepting the Darkness humans fear so much, still has many fears, and they all center around the unknown. Blind people are already accustomed to the Darkness too, but even if they suppress it or ignore it, they too have fear of the unknown.
To Sena, Feeling is Believing—
And perhaps that was why she was believing she was going to get killed in the most painful way known to man.
Really, it was not surprising if you asked anyone who knew of her kidnapper. His cackles were bone-chilling, the blind girl could feel claws (they were, right?!) as his hands, since she was carried on his shoulder she could feel his ears and they were pointy, something about his mere presence was terrifying... If Sena could get out of the grip this person had on her, she would have run for the hills, not seeing or possibilities of getting ran over by a car were thrown out of her mind and replaced by terror and fear; Patt wasn't there too, and Sena just knew it had to do with this Hiruma-san. He had been left at where she met Kurita-san, and even now she could still hear his snarls and howls of anger.
Sena was pale white as the scary person, Hiruma-san was his name, dragged her off to somewhere. Multiple times she tripped over rocks or other objects or just tripped because, frankly, the blond demon's strides were long and fast; it was hard for her to keep up. And adding her lack of eyesight, it seemed that Hiruma got irritated and decided to just haul her onto his shoulder like some sack of potato.
Hiruma, for one, was grinning wildly, and anyone who saw him cackling as he hauled his next victim quickly paled, ran away or looked away in pity and sympathy.
And as they approached the field, Kurita could be seen nervously waiting for them with all the things set up. The giant was watching nervously and worried as his friend carried Sena to the field, all the while ignoring any stutters or weak protests. "H-Hiruma..." Kurita spoke up feebly while trembling at the scary look on the blond's face. "W-W-What are you...?"
"Kekeke! Isn't it obvious, fucking fatty?" Hiruma grinned and non-gently planted the terrified girl in front of a painted white line. "We are doing the forty dash mark."
"T-Then... what is Sena-chan doing...?" Kurita trailed off hesitantly.
"This shrimp," Hiruma jabbed a clawed finger in the trembling girl's direction. "-is our Golden-Legged Running Back."
"R-Running Back!?" Kurita's mouth dropped open. "Not that it's a bad thing, but she was already joining as the Manager—"
A click, Kurita wisely shut up as a gun was pointed in his direction while Hiruma smiled darkly. "Then she will just have to do both fucking roles, damn fatty."
(Outside the Deimon School Gates)
Mamori frowned thoughtfully as she peered down at her cellphone's time, before checking her surroundings to see if she could catch sight of Sena-chan. "Maybe she went ahead...?" murmured Mamori to herself with a tint of worry, but she knew Patt would take care of her; his personality assured her of this fact.
"Or maybe she joined a club?" mused Mamori, then smiled. "Good for her then. I will just have to see her tomorrow." Those were plausible reasons. Maybe the feeling in her stomach was just hunger? Hum. Maybe some Cream Puffs aren't so bad now...
Then, Mamori laughed lightly. "And here I'm worrying for nothing, she will be okay." Still, she was a bit disappointed. She had hoped to walk with Sena and get to know her a bit more.
Oh, how wrong she was — Not many good things came out of being with the resident demon after all.
"Alright. Fucking shrimp, you will run these 40 yards and I'll time you. So run as if the hounds of hell are after you, got it?!" Hiruma grinned and an evil aura seeped off him in waves. Kurita and Sena shivered, the latter nodding frantically, although she didn't really know when to stop running. "Good! Stay here until I give the fucking signal."
"A-Ano... And that's...?" She didn't have enough guts to run away now. She heard the loud sounds that were definitely guns and the clicks, so even if she was not the smartest kid in class, Sena knew her kidnapper could kill her the moment she ran. She didn't want to die yet. And if by some stroke of mercy she escaped this time, Sena knew this person would track her down the next day; she just knew it.
"Kekekeke... You will know soon." Hiruma laughed sinisterly as he patted her in the back.
Then he went with Kurita to the end of the 40 yard dash. "H-Hiruma, are you... I mean, Can Sena-chan really do it...?" asked Kurita hesitantly.
Hiruma smirked. "Yeah. With those legs, I bet she breaks the five-second wall."
The barrier between a sprinter and an average person, and their chance for the Christmas Bowl.
"But, breaking the 5-second wall... isn't that asking too much?" Kurita wondered, no small amount of concern for the fragile-looking Kouhai showing. "And wouldn't it be odd? If she were really such fast runner wouldn't she have a name for herself?"
Hiruma's smirk faltered, and he internally cursed. While he did research on the student body, and did find enough blackmail material to fatten his Devil's Handbook slightly, he still didn't have all the guns against all the student bodies. It would take him some time (two or three days more, who knew the new bastards had so many dirty secrets... Kekekeke...) before he would have all the students' secrets, and apparently, he still didn't cross this shrimp's data — He had no real time to search the girl's background information in detail. Still, he will find out soon enough. "Tch. Maybe you're right. We'll just have to find out then, so shut up and pay attention, damn lunch-box." His small smirk turned into a maniacal grin. "Ready... Set..."
40 yards away, Sena fidgeted nervously as she anxiously waited for the... signal. They were too far away to be heard, so what was the signal?
Then, Hiruma took a deep breath and screamed.
"CERBERUS!"
Sena turned rigid when she registered pounding steps, and her blood froze in terror when she felt the hungering gaze in her back.
Cerberus, a little demonic dog that could be carnivore, eyed her back hungrily; his claws sharpened and an aura of pure evil seeped off him.
So run as if the hounds of hell are after you, got it?!
And then Sena ran. Like the wind, like lighting, like her very life depended on it; maybe it was, considering she understandingly thought Cerberus was really a hound of hell ready to drag her down. Her imagination was really vivid in picturing herself getting chewed on, and although Sena does not know how it would even look like, what she knows is that it is synonymous with painpainpainpainpain and she knew it was horrible either way.
And if Sena thought Hiruma was scary, then Cerberus was 10 times scarier with his animalistic snarls and howls and how she could feel his breath snapping at her heels— and she ran fasterfasterfaster, all the while screaming in terror and wishing more than ever that Patt was by her side.
Kurita was torn between gaping in awe at the blur or look in horror as Cerberus chased her off, while Hiruma stood calmly and clicked the stopwatch when she shot past him, the blond demon looking as if she wasn't about to be dragged to hell while his pet chewed on her bones.
He checked the stopwatch and a wide, shit-eating grin grew upon his face, and Hiruma looked at the sky and laughed.
"YAA-HAA!"
A new High school record.
Former holder Shin Seijuro, Linebacker for the Ojou White Knights: 4.4 seconds.
Current and new holder Kobayakawa Sena, Running Back (oh yes, Hiruma would make sure of that) for the Deimon Devilbats: 4.2 seconds.
As he thought, these were Golden Legs, and for probably the first time since the stinking old man called a Time-out when his geezer was hospitalized, their chances for the Christmas Bowl increased, even if by less than 1%. Now Hiruma was sure of it, he couldn't let this shrimp get away — she was going to be their Running Back, that was a fact the shrimp would have to get accostumed to.
And when a Devil sets his eye on something, one better pray for his victim's sanity by the time he was finished.
On the other side, Sena collided smack with the fence. Cerberus seized the opportunity and pounced.
And in that instant, Sena thought it was all over. She would really get dragged to hell by the growling terror that could chase her at top speed, something only Patt had been able to do when they went to run. She was going to die. Ohgod, she was going to die. She didn't want to die yet, she was too young, she still wanted to do a lot of things. Ohgodohgodohgod she could practically feel the teeth about to chew on her skin and she was going to die—
Cerberus bit at her jersey and shook the material until a dog biscuit plopped out. Immediately, he switched target and clamped down his jaw on the treat previously hidden in the girl's back.
For her part, Sena was utterly terrified and traumatized. And her parents often mused why she feared dogs even if she adored Patt...
Sena swallowed down another bout of hysterics and looking about ready to cry river of tears — she was alive.
Ehem. One would wonder how the dog biscuit, which was used to bait Cerberus into chasing Sena, ended up in the blind girl's back, right? Well, rewind to this...
"Kekekeke... You will know soon." Hiruma laughed sinisterly as he patted her in the back.
He really was a demon. Maybe some demoness dropped her baby on her way to Hell, and that baby grew up to be Hiruma Youichi. Ah, imagine how sad the demoness was when she found out her baby got lost, but no doubt she would be proud at the terror Hiruma inflicted with just his presence. Yes, it all made sense, Hiruma was really a demon - that's the theory students of Deimon High came up with, and it made them all the more scared-shitless.
Excitement, hope and glee stomping down any other emotion, Kurita rushed up to the still petrified and collapsed Sena, took her by the shoulders and started to shake her non-stop. "Sena-chan, that was amazing! You can't keep this hidden! You just have to be our Running Back, please! With you surely we—" Kurita babbled on happily, looking ready to cry tears of joy at the tiny hope for the Christmas Bowl in front of him.
Hiruma cackled like the demon he was. "Kekeke. With her in the team, the spring game is ours!" There was this fuzzy thing inside him - excitement? Keh. It had been a long time since he felt that. Not only that, but the amount of cards he could use in the matches just increased. Kekekeke...
Kurita stopped shaking the dizzy girl, instead putting her on the ground and holding her up from collapsing in the floor. "Oh, that's right, the game's coming up." he said in realization. "When does it start?"
"The day after tomorrow."
The giant choked on his spit, making strangling noises. "B-But, we don't have enough members!" he exclaimed, alarmed.
"Glad you realize it, fucking lunch-box." Hiruma stared at him in boredom. "Even if we have the chibi we still need 8 more pawns." Hiruma stated bluntly, his sharp eyes studying the drained girl in front of him.
Sena whimpered. "B-But... how can I be a player...? I don't even know the rules... or how the game is... And I'm n-not that strong."
Hiruma and Kurita stared at her blankly.
"There's no way you can be strong." They chorused, one more deadpan than the other.
A rock slammed down on her head. Their response was too instantaneous, and even if they were utterly right...
The truth really hurts, doesn't it?
Hiruma snorted. "Listen here, fucking shrimp." Hiruma barked as he pointed a clawed finger at her face, the nails just brushing against her forehead and making her gulp. "We sure as fuck don't need your strength, but we need your speed, got it?!" There was no way her arms could hold much, but her legs were gift from Kami. Now that there wasn't that uniform that almost swallowed her whole and hid her figure, Hiruma could see that her legs weren't decent as he first thought; they were much more. Those legs were good, very good - incredible even - although she still looked like a boy as far as Hiruma was concerned, and any girly curves she may have can be hidden with the Devilbats equipment and uniform, which was good as far as the blond was concerned; after all, no one would connect a tiny girl to the speedy demon he just found, né?
Although no one could tell this shrimp was a girl even without the uniform... Hiruma made a note to make the shrimp cut her hair off and use clothes that wouldn't accidentally injure her by tripping; and to make her at least recognizable as a female when she wasn't in the uniform. It wouldn't do if other teams found out and tried to recruit her; they could try, but they wouldn't win, Hiruma would make sure of that and more.
But setting that aside, Hiruma glanced at the chibi's legs; they were trembling, but she didn't look ready to collapse. In fact, the fucking chibi didn't look that much physically exhausted; although, the same couldn't be said for her mentality.
Oh well, she will have to get fucking used to it.
On the other hand, Sena was in shock and utterly speechless.
(That night - Kobayakawa Residence)
"The American Football club?!" Mihae practically shrieked, utterly scandalized. "Sena, that's reckless!"
Sena shrank back meekly, a part of her wishing that she hadn't left Patt at her room.
Shuyuma paused amidst reading his newspaper, and glanced at his daughter.
"Why would you want to enter such a club?" fretted Mihae. "The Cooking club, the Art club, the Track club - there are other clubs that are safer than American Football Club...!"
"Sena," Shuyuma spoke up. "Why do you want to enter such club?"
Sena poked her fingers together shyly. "I-It's just that it sounds very . . . " Sena gulped. "... fun."
"No, Sena. The American Football Club is not for you." Mihae instructed, but nothing could mistake the worry and anxiety in her eyes. "That sport is violent, you will get injured even if you stand by the sidelines! Oh, there's no way I will let my baby into that club." Mihae griped her daughter's hands with a sort of urgency, desperation and no small amount of concern. "Sena, that sport is not like volleyball or any other sport. You could get crippled...!"
Sena hesitated, feeling insecure; she did remember Hiruma-san saying she would play in the sports... Her Kaa-chan was right, even if she didn't know Hiruma-san would most likely make her play in the matches. Sena couldn't see the real thing, but she could hear it and it didn't sound very safe, the clip Kurita-senpai showed her was even more terrifying. She could get injured (tremendous pain, like in those occasional bullying) or even crippled (despair and anguish; she will become more of a burden to her parents and Patt; Riku's lessons were in vain...), and since Hiruma-san wanted her to play (and she doubted she had any choice) she would be killed the moment she stepped in the field; Sena was very sure of that.
Part of Sena desperately wanted to agree with her Kaa-chan, to listen to her and the next day tell Kurita-senpai and Hiruma-senpai that she couldn't join the club. But—
Hiruma snorted. "Listen here, fucking shrimp." Hiruma barked as he pointed a clawed finger at her face, the nails just brushing against her forehead and making her gulp. "We sure as fuck don't need your strength, but we need your speed, got it?!"
They said they needed her. No one had ever told Sena they needed her for remotely anything. The bullies from the past were different — she could have been replaced anytime and any day, they just picked on her because they wanted to, not because they needed to. However, Hiruma-senpai and Kurita-senpai could have picked any other person from the school, yet they chose her — a tiny, blind and spineless girl to join their team; and part of Sena wanted to believe she was needed, and even if she felt terrified and frightened by the mentions of the sport... it felt nice to feel needed, to have a purpose amidst the Darkness, and Sena wanted to cling to that feeling so much...
Because she had nothing else.
Determination filled Sena as she faced her parents. "I want to stay in the club, Kaa-chan, Tou-san. Please?"
Make no mistake, Kobayakawa Mihae and Kobayakawa Shuyuma loved their daughter very much. Despite Sena growing up, she would always be Mihae and Shuyuma's precious baby girl.
Ever since the moment she was born, when they saw her without all the blood and wrapped in pink as she was nestled on her mother's arms, they were captivated.
How could they not? Their baby— their Sena had looked so beautiful yet so tiny and overly fragile. Her skin looked so soft, like fragile silk, and her bones had looked to be made of glass, her eyes so big and innocent and breath-taking with all those shades of brown, orange, cinnamon and amber — but when they found out about her eye condition, they mourned for her as much as they were more determined on their job to make their baby happy even with her blindness
Sena was, and still is, their little angel. And Shuyuma and Mihae knew that their little angel still couldn't fly, she was defenceless and utterly innocent, prey to all those creatures outside in the world, especially those boys (barbaric monsters, slobbering beasts; Shuyuma called them).
They very dearly wanted to protect their defenceless little angel in any way they could. Perhaps that's why they let Patt stay, or why they looked the other way when Patt came home with suspicious activity, or why they had let Riku hang out with their baby (in reality, Mihae was all for it, while Shuyuma was chagrined; Riku had been so utterly confused at the glares directed at him by Mr. Kobayakawa).
Their daughter was blind, but that didn't change that they, as any parent did, wanted what was best for their little miracle — if anything, her eye condition just strengthened it — but now she was choosing to be part of a violent sports' club like Amefuto... and even if she wasn't going to play in the match but stand in the sidelines as a support, they wanted to say no, to tell Sena that she couldn't enter the club, to not let her get broken so painfully easy for they knew she was both physically and emotionally fragile...
Their little angel was still tiny and fragile, more so than others, and that frightened the Kobakayawas more than anything.
Yet, as they looked at their little Sena's face, filled with so much hope (so painfully innocent and bright), they felt conflicted.
Very dearly they wanted to tell Sena that they would not agree with it, that they wanted her to choose another club that was more safe, but the words were stuck in their throat the more they looked at their daughter.
Because, no matter how much they wanted to avoid it, their little baby was growing up into a young girl, and someday they would have to let her go out into the world without them — even if her world only consisted of darkness, but that's why they would prepare her and protect her until then.
Until then, she was still their baby girl, who was theirs to protect until the moment came.
Until then, she was still theirs, and anyone who harmed her with them within vicinity would go against the wrath of protective parents.
Until then, she was still their little angel, and when the time came for when she didn't need them anymore, she would still be their little miracle.
Now, however, as they looked at her hopeful face, they knew they couldn't really deny her want to join this club, even if they wanted to protest with all their being.
And thus, when they told her that they consented, but only if she was careful, their breath was taken away by the brilliant and beautiful smile their angel smiled — and even if only a bit, their hearts were lighter at the happiness of their little girl.
However, in the end, it didn't erase their anxiousness and worry, and they showed it quiet well after their daughter practically skipped up to her room, still with that bright smile even if she bumped into things, smacked into a wall, or tripped on her way to her room.
"Dear, do you think...?"
"Let her be for once, Mihae." said Shuyuma softly.
Mihae bit her lip. "But, that's—"
"Just look at how happy she was, Mihae." said Shuyuma in resignation, and Mihae hesitated. "Sena does not ask us for this kind of things, I even think this is the first time she asked to be part of a club." He carefully added 2 cubes of sugar into his coffee. "Besides, Patt is with her and he will protect her."
After a few moments, Mihae sighed. "It's just... I can't help but worry." murmured Mihae sadly, slumping on a chair. "Our baby is going to enter such a violent sports' club... It worries me so much."
Shuyuma understood her feelings very well, even he didn't want her to enter the club, but Sena looked so hopeful... as a father, for now he can only encourage her to go on, because if it was not now, someday she would spread her wings and fly away.
Shuyuma wanted her to be ready to live out her life without them if it came to push, it was more preferable than throwing her into a den of lions without any amount of protection.
However, that still didn't erase the want to protect his little girl, to shield her from the harm in the world, but he can only do much before Sena's set free.
However, that day wasn't coming any soon if Shuyuma had any say about it. There was no way he would just let some snot-nosed brat take his daughter away. Oh no, he will make sure the unknown boy is suitable for his baby girl before even letting the brat date his little angel.
Shuyuma sighed. "...For now, we can only hope things go well." and pray that no slobbering beast would set his eyes on their little baby.
Of course, Mr. Kobayakawa maintained that train of thought carefully hidden from his wife, who without a doubt would cheer for it.
(Same Time - Another Place)
The lights were out, engulfing the room in pitch darkness, with the only light being the laptop he was typing.
The shrimp from today, he would have searched her background earlier but other matters came in, but finally he had time.
Hiruma smirked as he scrolled down the background of . . . Kobayakawa Sena.
A girl with no spine, being a gopher for years before all those incidents mysteriously lessened 3 years ago, often mistaken for a boy and resulting in wrong uniforms, too short for a normal person her age, frightened of nearly everything, clumsy and has a habit of almost getting herself run over by a car or other accidents...
Everything was just as Hiruma had expected, however, when his eyes caught on a certain information, his eyes widened.
Well, wasn't this just dandy?
Hiruma Youichi snorted, before bursting in maniacal, bordering on hysterical, laughter as several scenarios flew through his mind.
Indeed, it was fucking splendid.
Fuck dammit.
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