And he will make it come true...
Moments before the finals match, Mamori made her way to the Devil Man's lair. She clutched in her left hand the white envelope. The puce haired woman stopped in front of Hiruma Yoichi's grand chestnut coated door; she raised her right hand only to lower it. From inside the volume of the television reached outside, "It is such sad news to know that the Goddess is retiring. Her manager was quite tearful at the parting, the modeling company, WISH said that they loss such a great asset and wish for the best."
She turned the door knob, bursting through it, "Hiruma-kun! If you don't hurry up, we're going to be late!" Mamori puffed her cheeks and snapped her head left. Not a crackle of laughter or string of curses greeted her; puzzled blue gems watched the blond haired male. Her eyes widen, the Devil Man's face was as clear as a mirror, reflecting all that he was feeling.
Emerald shards turned to her, "What the hell do you need, Fuckin' Manager?" His sharp teeth gleamed; his mask was back.
"Like I said, we are going to be late!" Mamori crossed her arms.
Yoichi continued to crackle, "I don't recall that you had to bring a memo with you. Then, what the hell is that envelope?"
"This is for you." She handed him the mysterious parchment, "I'll be at the lounge, come after you finish with that."
He tore open the envelope, inside was a letter addressed to him.
To Yoichi,
I don't think we should ever cross each other's way again. I met Mamori Anezaki-san and she is quite a nice woman. You're going out right? It just doesn't seem right to me for her to call you, "Hiruma-kun" unless you two are together. I never thought that you were the type to keep people by your side faithfully.
Yoichi, I haven't changed.
Did you know that I violated an agreement we had? I returned to Japan, that time was during your match with Teikoku. You seemed so alive with your teammates. So strong-willed and level-headed that it made me feel nostalgic.
You're the one that left me behind so don't turn back. I'm sure it would be alright even if I am not by your side anymore. You have people you can rely on and you seem more happy than before. I sure you heard that Clifford and I are together. Take-chan was crushed! Hehe~ I made my last prediction to the final's match. My prediction is that America will win with a score of 52-45.
You don't have to fulfill that promise... That promise is null and void. The other promise still stands though. Will you keep that one?
Sayonara,
Madoka Kagami
He stared at the letter, disbelief on his face. "Shit!" The Commander of Hell rushed out the room, emerald shards pin-pointed the puce haired manager. He grabbed her, dragging her away from his teammates, "Where the fuck did you met her?"
Blue eyes flashed, "Kagami-san appeared in front of the hotel, a month ago when you guys conveniently left me!"
"Why did she give this to you?" His grip on her hand tightens.
She winced, "I don't know! In the first place, what is she to you?"
Yoichi loosen his hold, "Madoka is the reason I play American Football. What did she say to you?"
"Nothing... Just give that envelope to you in a month's time." He turned- "You won't find her! You came here for the Tournament, did you not?" The puce haired woman reversed their positions; her two hands grabbed his wrist. "If Kagami-san is the reason you started playing then there's a reason to finish as well right?" She lowered her head, eyes shut and waited.
"Fuckin' Manager who said I'm going to find her? I have a game to direct." The feral grin appeared on his face, emerald shards beamed with confidence along with the calculating glance, the Commander of Hell sent to her.
Mamori dropped her hands to her sides and nodded, "There's a game that must be won."
"Clifford! You're late!" Bu gave him a lazy smile before he attached his helmet.
"Shut up, the Prince has made his appearance." He flicked his hair, arrogance sparkling off of him.
"I'm so excited to play against Sena! I'm even more excited on who will win!" Panther chuckled.
Clifford grabbed his helmet, "You guys all heard about our dear Deity?"
All players paused and stared at him. "What happened to Miss Goddess?" Bud asked.
"She gave her final prediction. That prediction is this game and the winner should be as she proclaimed." His silver eyes glanced at all his teammates, "Has our Goddess ever failed us?"
"Hell no." Bud replied. The others nodded.
"I'm going to make Madoka's prediction real." Pale hands gripped the helmet.
Panther grinned, "You're not the only one that's going to make it come true! When we win, you better treat us all out!" Many agreed to the statement.
The Gambler smirked, "I'm counting on you guys."
Thus, the match started. The first offense went to America and the blue sky battle took place for the linemen. The game was broadcast on television and online as well.
Cyril watched the match beside a bedridden Madoka. He sighed as the game processed, "To grant Madoka's predictions huh? You better do, Clifford. If not, I might have to resort to methods you won't approve because Miss Madoka is..." An outroar, America scored the first blood. Relief appeared on his face. The young doctor glanced at his patient, "Miss Madoka, you're too mean. You denied both of them, yet you care- as much as to love them. I wonder who will you choose the Victor or the Loser?" He prepared an injection, the substances colored as clear as water. She stirred, gasped and settled down once more.
The match was an endless parry of blows to the score. After a touchdown, another one, a kick, safety. All tricks and methods were used to keep the score from becoming a tie. Turnovers, steals, sacks and blue skies covered the field. It was a savage war for points. The fans in the crowd cheered as wildly as the cheerleaders below by the bench. The recruiters had their eyes drilled at each talented individual they saw. The more amazing the play was, the more the player(s) got closer to the NFL.
Of course, only one out of all the players would be selected and there are no exceptions. It was coming to a closure. The score was 45-38, America's favor. The last play invoked a tie and both sides struggled to score and times up. The announcers broadcasts that both teams are the Victors. The players looked all but happy; as the MVP was to be announced, the players made their way back to their positions. The crowd went crazy with excitement, the referees and the announcers continued on.
