Chapter 8
"KIRIKO-DONO! KIRIKO-DONO! KIRIKO-DONO!" All of the Seirin members, except for Riko and the regulars, were on their hands and knees and worshipping Kiriko as he stood in the middle.
Kiriko's eyebrow twitched when he saw the score and his idiot teammates bowing to him.
"Now… imagine my surprise, waking up with a bandage around my head and blood rushing down my face… So… I see you have been having trouble… I'm guessing you shit stains need my help?" Kiriko grumbled.
"Yep." Hyuuga stated with a stupid grin.
The demonic teen's eyebrow twitched again.
"YOU!" Kiriko roared as he pointed to Koganei who meeped and pointed to himself. "YES YOU! WHO THE HELL HURT MY HIKARI?! IMMA GONNA BEAT THE BASTARD'S ASS INTO THE GROUND IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!"
Everyone in Seirin pointed to Kise who stared, dumbfounded, at Kiriko.
"Kurokocchi… what happened to you?" The copycat whispered.
"Many things happened since you last saw my Hikari. After you 'Generation of Dorks' broke up, the fucking angel was ruined. That is all I will tell you for now 'cause I have to beat your ass into the ground while, sadly, not beating my teammates'. " Kiriko stated with a hard glare and a maniacal grin.
Kise and the rest of his team felt the world slip out from under their feet and then the apocalypse was upon them.
A teen rode various streetsl on a bike with a cart attached to the back. He had short black hair and was heaving very badly. Their was another teen but he had green hair, was lounging in the cart, taped up fingers, and held a fruity drink in his hand.
They completely disregarded the kid across the street who shouted "A REAR CAR?!"
"SHIT… WE'RE PLAYING ROCK PAPER SCISSORS AT EACH TRAFFIC LIGHT TO DECIDE WHO PEDALS… WHY HAS IT NEVER BEEN YOUR TURN YET?!" The short haired teen snarled.
"That's a matter of course since they said in the horoscope this morning that it'd be the best day for my sign, cancer." The green one remarked.
"IS THAT REALLY RELATED?1 BY THE WAY, GOING ALL THE WAY JUST TO WATCH A TRAINING MATCH, ARE THE GUYS FROM YOUR MIDDLE SCHOOL THAT STRONG?!"
"A copycat… and an invisible man."
"THAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE STRONG?!" If only they knew.
"Come on, hurry up! The match is almost over!"
"IT'S PROBABLY THE FOURTH QUARTER ALREADY!" They continued to move down the various streets without any problems and without a care in the world.
To say Kiriko mopped the floor with the Kaijou team would be an understatement. To say Kiriko mopped the floor with the Kaijou team and kicked their asses into next Tuesday would also be an understatement. To say Kiriko mopped the floor with Kaijou team, kicked their asses into next Tuesday, AND into the fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, nineth, and tenth dimensions, they would get an Oscar's Award for being perfectly spot on.
The score was 210 to 98 Seirin by the time it was over. Everyone was shocked and Kiriko merely stood there with a halo of light around him and a smug smirk on his face. He looked like an angel of death or the god of basketball if there was such a thing. If there was, his name would be "TETSUYA KIRIKO, GOD OF THE ORANGE BALL AND BASKETBALL" and he would be the all time basketball king.
Everyone, except for Seirin, was shocked and every member who wore black, red, and gold rushed over to Kiriko and bowed to him. They bowed to him over and over again.
"Kiriko~, Kiriko~, Kiriko~, Kiriko~, Kiriko~,..." They chanted and Kiriko, being… Kiriko, got pissed.
"YOU PSYCHO LUNATICS! WHAT THE HELL DO YA THINK YOU'RE DOIN'?! QUITE BOWING DOWN TO ME, CELEBRATE, AND LET'S GET CHANGED! I'M SWEATING LIKE A PIG HERE!" He shouted (read: raged).
'But he doesn't look sweaty!' All the members of Seirin thought with sweat drops as they looked him over.
They all cheered once and headed on into the change room, leaving Kaijou to each their dust in the shock that held the team.
:/ Here's a small teaser. XD Sorry I haven't updated in a while. School is a B* (ch and I have had other fanfic ideas floating around my cranium. Stupid plot bunnies…:/
