And he can't seem to let go...

In the Lobby of the Football Teams hotel, Hiruma sat. He was isolated and alone if the receptionist does not count. The blond booted up his laptop and began to type at an unbelievable speed.

Yamato sat across from him, "I don't remember you being the type to give up so easily."

The typing stopped, "Well, guess what? I was before Madoka came into my life."

The ex-Eyeshield 21 clasped his hands together, face blank, "I'll get straight to the point. You got the guts to see Madoka-chan after what dear sweet Anezaki-san said to her."

"What are you talking about?"

He thrown his head up and laughed, "Why don't you ask her?"

The blond shut his electronic device, "That's stupid manager won't lie to me."

"God, I can't believe you! Poor Madoka-chan's condition! She shouldn't have visited you!" Yamato slapped his face.

"Shitty curly, are you saying Madoka sickness is not just a weak body?"

"Someone give this helling a reward." He dabbed his finger onto Hiruma's chest, "That thing inside your chest, your fucking cold heart is quite different from hers. Madoka-chan is weak, fragile and her smallest happiness is shattered by her very own body."

Emerald shards stared at the chestnut haired male with an expressionless face, "... I never heard of any of this."

"Of course you didn't. Madoka-chan has hidden it from you for years. She wanted to you find someone 'bodily able' to live as long as you," He sneered. "I'm sure you're familiar with the story about a Goddess that defied God. There was a Goddess who had the power of Absolute Prediction and never was her prediction broken. God adored her very much, as much as the other talented Angels. God's wish was for the Goddess to always be in the Heavens with him, as one of his beloved seraphs. However, the Goddess defied God's wishes. She, out of sheer curiosity went down to Earth and explored. Not only Angels and Demigods gathered with the humans, Devils did too. So the Goddess fell in love with one particular Devil. In rage God chose to punish her for every prediction she makes, her body crumbles to dust. Even then, the Goddess continued to make her predictions for the Devil and eventually was no more." The chair screeched and footsteps clanked.

"Why are you telling this to me?"

Chestnut eyes glanced at him, "Why don't you tell me?"

The Quarterback blinked then dashed out of the lobby. "Go on without me."

The Teikoku student watched him go, "You better save her this time. If not, I'm never going to forgive you." He walked to the elevators, "It's alright to love them both, Madoka-chan." Takeru whispered.

Hidden behind the wall, Mamori grimaced. "I won't let you, Kagami-san. Hiruma-kun is mine." She turned.

The blond flipped his cell phone and dialed. The phone was answered after the third ring and a familiar annoying voice, "You just don't know when to give up."

"Sensei, you should have already figured that out." He passed through a corner and continued to run.

"I'm going to beat the living crap out of you. You said goodbye did you not?"

"It looks like I'll have to take that goodbye back." The Quarterback stopped in front of Cyril's clinic, "I seemed to love Madoka more than I realized."

Silver eyes sharpened, "You prat-" He snapped his cell phone shut when he saw a familiar white coat from the corner of his eye. The young doctor took long strides

"Clifford, you must know that it's a critical procedure Miss Kagami will undergo and frankly, the success rate is 40%-"

"Basically, you want me to stop her?"

Cyril glared at him, "I want you to tell her that her body has an 80% chance of rejecting the damn heart. She already has a weak body and this operation is pulling away her last years. It seems like when I told her, she didn't listen and I really cannot go and yell this to her."

"Cyril, if she didn't listen to her doctor. Do you think she would listen to me, her lover, about something she has decided and have no qualms of turning back?"

The doctor sighed, "I thought so."

"My old friend, Madoka is going to be alright. If you still don't believe me, do you want to gamble on that possibility?"

"You idiotic buttock!" He swift made his way to the operation room and slammed the door close, flicking his middle finger up.

The Prince chuckled, "I never knew a doctor could be so childish." He froze and glanced to the side where the Commander of Hell stood.

"Hiruma Yoichi."

"Mind filling me in? I seem to have lost some valuable data concerning the Goddess."

"You realize that I am going to cake your face with blood after this right?" Clifford stared at Hiruma.

He snickered, "A certain faithful follower of Madoka guided me here. You know about Anezaki Mamori, am I correct?" Two pale hands clawed at each other.

The Gambler's face became bland, "I'm sure that follower of hers opened the letter earlier than planned, that's why you're here and not in Japan. She went to your hotel but before she could even go to your room, Anezaki saw her. At first it was a mild conversation between the two of them, but that changed when your name was brought up in the conversation." He glanced at the blond, "That woman went livid. She interrogated Madoka and proclaimed that you love her. That Halfling is unstable; she attacked Madoka and if I didn't step in Madoka would be in a coma right now. During that time, a letter Madoka wrote for you was dropped. I don't know if the letter you received was the same as the letter she wrote, but I suspect that woman handed you something different."

"So I better make up my mind huh?" A gleam of devilish glee appeared on his face, "What would have happened if you didn't step in?"

"Madoka would have fallen from the sixth floor veranda."

Emerald shards glanced at the red light, "I already made up my mind."

Inside the operation room, "Doctor! We're losing her!"

"Her respiration rates are dropping!"

"The pulse is…!"

"Clear!"