Agon tied his dreads up sometimes.
When Hiruma tied them, before a big game, or, in a bath, he tied them. His dreads were nice, he'd like to think, studying himself in a mirror, looking at his anatomy. He was pretty. His eyes were blue, today, as he looked at himself and his own reflection.
Agon was pretty.
His eyes were colored. They changed when he got in certain moods. He looked up at the mirror, and leaned close to it, looking at his reflection. His eyes shimmered.
They were blue.
He leaned back. Hiruma came behind him. He stroked his strong shoulders. His long fingers pedaled down them. Hiruma pressed his head against Agon's back and rested against it. His eyes were closed.
"You know our big game's today, Fucking Dread." He told him. "Are you ready?"
Agon turned to face him, towel over one shoulder, naked. He had just taken a bath. "Mhm." he nodded, aloof. He looked down at his trash, standing to the side of him. Agon was much taller than Hiruma, now. Hiruma hadn't grown since he entered college. Agon looked at him. "You?"
Hiruma nodded. A smile came across his face. He left Agon. He wore only a t-shirt, a Moschino custom cotton printed long sleeve dress, parodying a cleaning spray bottle. Agon smirked. Hiruma had just had sex with him in the bath. This was their fourth time, today.
He liked it.
Agon came next to Hiruma and held his ass, fondling it. Hiruma let him, blow drying his hair, hooking the dryer up to the wall, smirking.
"There's no ass for you to feel, My Fucking Dread." Hiruma smiled to him. He laughed behind his teeth. "Kekeke…"
"Your ass is too good not to feel, my slimy trash." Agon smirked, leaning his head down on Hiruma's shoulders, taking him in. He sighed. "Ahhh… Can't wait to wreck these losers. Your old man is finally going to need a retirement home after I'm done with him. Kukuku. His ass won't be able to walk without a walker, that trash, kukuku."
Agon laughed silently to himself, laughter chilling the area. He rubbed Hiruma's hips. Hiruma only but smirked to himself, quiet.
"And what about Gaou?" Hiruma leered. Suddenly. He turned over to Agon kissing his lips, coming over him, light. His eyes were bright starlight. "My Fucking Dread?" He held his chin, thumb nail scraping his chin. "Think you can crush him?"
"I'll crush him," Agon responded, soft; he kissed his lips, tounging his mouth. "I'll crush all of them; like flies."
Hiruma responded. "If they don't?" Hiruma broke away, saliva tracing his lips. He looked into Agon's eyes. "Crush like flies? My Agonne?"
Agonne looked into Hiruma's eyes. He stared into them, over and over, looking at each of them, as they slanted, lips meeting his. He answered.
"I don't care." He told him, breaking away. "Those trashes aren't worth my time; I'll defeat them, watch me." He hugged Hiruma, tugging him close to him. "And we'll celebrate, my trash."
Hiruma watched. Agon wasn't lying. He felt fire in his tone. Agon believed he would win. Agon believed in himself. He knew he could perform well.
Agon didn't stop growing.
Hiruma watched him, everyday, everynight, and train, flourishing his talents. Agon's Godspeed Impulse had evolved. Hiruma didn't tell anybody this. Now, once needing eyes to react—
He needed none.
Agon could react on pure reflex, now. Hiruma thought it was just a hunch, in the American game, played their Second Year of Highschool when Mizumachi tried to punch him. Agon turned around without seeing it, sensing it, and reacted.
He'd grown stronger.
Agon could sense. Hiruma figured it out. Yamato brought this to Hiruma's conclusion when Agon skittered upon sensing the Caesar's Charge.
"He's like us, a God of our Time." Yamato told him, late night, in the club's room when Hiruma had called a private meeting for the team to go further in depth about Agon's PTSD and discuss coping mechanisms, how to help, anything. He let them know. "He's sensing."
Hiruma raised an eyebrow. "Huh?" He said. He was busy wiping his guns, cleaning them for the next day. He opened the closet behind him and pulled out a private pistol. "What was that, Fcucking Wild Hair?"
"Like Taka and I, he's sensing." Yamato explained. "I sense by pulling away, using my Caesar's Charge, breaking out of my Absolute Prediction. That's the only fault in my ability. Taka… he senses when winning possibilities show up from the opposite team—when someone opposes him and he senses defeat. The Unyielding Taka. He is unyielding. He won't lose. Agon, he…"
"What about him?" Hiruma asked.
"He senses. He's an animal, a beast in sheep's clothing. He knows how to move, to make the appropriate judgements,"
"I know, I fuck him every night," Hiruma snapped. "So?"
"No, not like that. He knows when to make the right call." Yamato clenched his fist. "He's learning how to sense. He reacted without seeing my Caesar Charge from behind, changing forms, whipping fast before I could react, using Taka as a distraction, and tackled us both on the goal lines. He didn't see me, and yet…"
"... Don't worry about it, Fucking Wild Hair." Hiruma told him, still. He chewed on the end of his gum. "I'll take care of it. You take care of practice. You won't grow bald, this way."
"I… know." He unclenched his fist, looking up; passionate. "Hiruma, please. Watch him. He's growing stronger every day. He's growing out of being a challenge and becoming..."
"What?" Hiruma peered.
"Utter Defeat."
Hiruma watched Agon in the bathroom wipe his towel over his head, drying his dreads off, cackling underneath it. Hiruma looked. Gaou and Agon would face each other. He had a card that could take care of that play.
Caesar's Chimera.
"Fuck me…!" Hiruma cried out, Agon coming over his body, flipping his lover over on the counter, legs spread, eyeing him. The had a game in an hour and a half.
They had an hour and a half to fuck.
Hiruma's claws raked his shoulders when Agon came in between. He moaned when Agon entered him, arousing him deep, standing above him, tall. He looked at Hiruma's harsh face, bleeding red with flourishment as Agon stood still, silent, figure dark. He looked at him.
"What, my Agonne—?" Hiruma barely even managed to say, looking at his lover. His voice ran short. He stopped. "My Agonne—!"
His eyes widened.
An aura came from Agon. It washed him over. Agon was dark. Hiruma felt it within his stomach. He gazed into his lover's eyes. They were wide.
Agonne was a god.
He was fucking a god.
Agon came over him, kissing his collarbone, before pumping him once or twice, lifting his body upright, carrying him, pulling out. Agon took him out of the bathroom.
Hiruma's legs hung around his waist. He looked around, searched the bedroom for a time, how much they had left until their game.
It was 10:01.
Their game was at 11: 30.
Agonne tossed him on the bed. He came across Hiruma, figure building, looking deep before he came into his body again, Hiruma moaning, Agon whispering in his ear.
"I wanna choke you ass so bad," Agon whined, feeling himself within Hiruma, holding his thighs across his shoulders with both hands, coming between. "Uhh… Fuckin' let me, Fucking Trash….!"
Hiruma leaned his head back. "Do it…!" Pleasure filled him. "Please…! I'm going to come…!"
Agon choked him. Hiruma cried. His adam's apple bobbed against the palm of Agon's hand as his lover moved within him, pumping him back and forth, bodies touching, skin slapping against skin. Hiruma heard their flesh. He turned his head.
Agon choked him tighter.
"Faster-!" Was all Hiruma could choke out as Agon moved within him deeper. Hiruma almost blacked out from the pressure, feeling himself drip, Agon's hold deeping. He squeezed the sides of his neck. Hiruma almost cried. It was all Hiruma wanted, in that moment.
Agon.
A tear fell from his eye. Agon's movements became ragged, strangling Hiruma, Hiruma liking it.
Hiruma spilled against Agon, coming onto his stomach, moaning, holding Agon's wrist as he gripped his neck tighter, Hiruma feeling himself begin to blackout, eyelids growing heavy. He liked this. He liked the way it made him feel.
He liked the way Agon made him feel.
Agon used Hiruma's legs and thighs to position them where he wanted them, dropping his hips, groaning. Hiruma near almost fainted, eyes rolling into his head. Agon looked up, seeing him. He let go. Hiruma gasped as Agon continued to fuck his body, keeling over against his stomach, moaning. It wasn't long before he felt Agon's movements become uneven.
He came.
Agon held Hiruma's wrist as he did, biting his lip, clenching his teeth. Hiruma stayed, still, remaining. Agon took one or two seconds to catch his breath, looking up at Hiruma as he did,
wondering how his trash was doing. Hiruma was fine.
He had marks around his neck.
Agon's eyes widened. He looked, sitting up some in bed, looking at Hiruma catch his breath, head titled back. Agon knew how much strength he had outputted. He wasn't stupid. He shouldn't have bruised Hiruma's neck. Then, why—
Hiruma bruised easily.
Agon smirked, almost laughing. He remembered Hiruma getting out of bed a couple times and putting concealer around his neck and any visible markings Agon left he couldn't hide for the school day or football practice. Agon laughed.
Hiruma bruised easily.
Agon laughed to himself, saying this over and over again in his head until Hiruma woke up, blacking out, asking him about it.
"Oh, nothing," Agon answered in response. "It's just you bruise easily, trash."
Hiruma giggled out a response. "Kekeke, I could say the same thing for your cumming, Fucking Dread." He held his stomach, feeling himself. "You came in me so quick… I almost left the room, kekekeke!"
"Like you could. You can't walk. I fucked you for seven minutes, trash. Learn a little," He laughed coarsely, Hiruma's fingers reaching out to his hair, stroking him. "Kukuku."
Agon let Hiruma comb his hair, laying his head down on his stomach, sleeping. He dozed off. Hiruma looked at the clock beside him.
It was 10:07.
It was six minutes, Hiruma wanted to tell Agon, but his head fell against the pillows, eyes shut. He fell asleep.
Agon wiped the cum off from his stomach when he woke up. He looked at Hiruma. The alarm was going off. Hiruma had set it for 10:30. It was 10:31. Hiruma was still in bed.
"Trash." Agon called from the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. He washed his face. "Get up."
Hiruma groaned, awake. His eyes opened. He was sleeping on his stomach. He looked at the clock. It was blaring. It was 10:32.
Hiruma shut his eyes.
"Trash…" Agon came over his bed. He crouched above Hiruma, naked. He humped him above the sheets, groaning. He gasped. Hiruma awakened, feeling his lover above him. Agon was growing horny. He wanted another round.
Agon always grew horny on game days. Hiruma let Agon lift his body, coming beneath the covers, humping his leg, holding his ass. He tilted Hiruma to the position he wanted, hands holding firm on his thighs, ass titled towards his face, Agon licking it.
"Uhhh…!" Hiruma groaned. His eyes turned a shade of pale blue. Agon's tongue stroked his inner walls, rolling across his ridges, enticing him. He pulled out of his body. Hiruma looked at the clock.
10:33.
Agon fucked him. Hiruma laid on his back, coarse, sighing, breathing into him. His claws raked into Agon's back, moaning, breath parched. He screamed.
Yamato called at 10:40.
Hiruma put him on speaker. Agon was still fucking him. He reached out and put his side on mute, Yamato beginning to speak.
"Hiruma, the bus is outside," He told him, politely. The team was inside a hotel near the football stadium. Enoshima's Field. Hiruma groaned. "Are you and Agon going to make it? I can tell him to hold off until 10:45—"
He came.
"Yes!" Hiruma cried out. He put his line on speaker. "Get the Fucking Kids… on the bus… We'll be out… by 10:45."
Agon came.
Hiruma tightened his fist, feeling Agon sag against him, breathing rough, grinning. He wore a condom. He pulled out of Hiruma. Hiruma laid in bed as Agon disposed of his, climbing back over him. Hiruma sat up. Agon looked at him.
His eyes were hazel.
Hiruma cackled to himself. He reached beneath his pillow and pulled out a jewelry box, handing it to Agon. "Here, My Fucking Dread," Hiruma ended the call, pressing the mute conversation button, cutting the line off. "These are for you."
Agon looked at them. He grabbed the box.
They were golden piercings.
Agon stared at them. "These… are for me?" He asked, deeply. Hiruma looked at him. His eyes shimmered a deep blue.
"I saved them for this day," Hiruma cackled to himself, sweetly. "When we made it to the Semi-Finals. Two weeks ago, I didn't… get the chance to fucking give them to you. Wear them with pride, My Fucking Dread."
Agon switched out his nipple piercings and placed the golden ones in, taking out his tongue piercing. Hiruma helped him switch them, placing the golden barbell in Agon's mouth, into his tongue. He still held the silver barbell piercings in his hand.
"Gold represents strength, courage, and love," Hiruma said to him, becoming intimate. His gaze was shadowed. He held his composure. He stilled, looking up. "You mean those to me, Fucking Dread. Play the strongest you ever have, today, like you never have before, My Fucking Dread. I love you, Agon."
Agon hugged him.
They were out by 10:48, in their uniform gym clothes. Taka and Yamato waited on Hiruma to get on the bus. They waited outside.
"Hiruma and Agon-kun were almost late," Taka said, checking his phone. "I understand you take it we can't be late, today? For this game is special."
"For this game is special, we can't lose today." Hiruma grinned, glocking a gun on his shoulder. It was a pistol. He sized Taka. "We'll kill them. I don't expect softness to be played, today, as this day is unlike any other. We're going to the Rice Bowl. Kill them—Ya-Ha!"
Hiruma, Agon, Taka, and Yamato joined in on the victory shout.
Mamori tied her hair up into a ponytail and rolled her sleeves, bringing any useful footage and information Hiruma might need. Hiruma gave the same, if not rougher speech on the bus, standing up as they drove to Enoshima Football Stadium.
"Got that, Fucking Kids?!" Hiruma questioned, eyes wide. "We're winning! I don't give a hell about if you fucking feel like losing! You'll play until you die—you hear me?!"
"Even though he's an underclassman," A senpai whispered to his teammate, a third-year, one of Oujou's Golden Generation. "He still talks to us like babies, even though we're younger."
"I've gotten used to it," One of them replied, shrugging. "I kinda like the spirit. It's refreshing, you know?"
"True," The senpai answered. "I guessed I've grown used to Agon and Hiruma, two Second-Years, being our captains. They've done hell of a lot better than we did, that's for sure!"
They laughed and joined Hiruma on his victory shout.
"Ya-HA!"
"YA-HA!"
They arrived on the field on time, Hiruma remembering how Musashi won the Rice Bowl Last Year, and went all the way to the X-League, becoming part of the Semi-pros. Hiruma made it to the Semi-Finals, Last Year, but got knocked out in the Finals, as Agon wasn't playing.
Agon was scouted from every college agent from America.
Every game he played, American scouts came to him, scouting him and Yamato's sheer ability, as it was versatile. They weren't just running backs, they could play any position, and Agon could play any position anywhere he wanted at full power.
Agon said no.
He remembered some trash from Texas and University of Alabama came to recruit him for their
College team. Although they told him he'd be starting off Second-String, he'd make it to first with no problem.
"A challenge, huh?" Yamato liked what he was hearing. He held a football. "I like the sound of that—"
"Yamato, stop." Taka said, eyes tired. "We're from Saikyoudai, remember? This isn't about how many colleges you get accepted into and fight your way through, geez…"
Hiruma shot them away, but he let Agon ponder his answer when they laid in bed, that night. Hiruma combed Agon's hair, sitting upright in bed, Agon on his lap, greasing his lover's scalp with olive oil. Agon played Tetris on his phone.
"You wanna go?" Hiruma asked him, coarsely. Agon's eyes were focused on the game. He stared at his screen.
"Ah-?" He questioned. "What was that, trash?" He laughed to himself. "Kukuku… I can't hear your mumbling. Get a microphone, piece of shit."
Hiruma grinned. "To Alabama State! Their University, you piece of shit!" Hiruma grabbed his gun from the bedside, almost shooting at him. "Die in a landfill filled with carbon wastes, My Fucking Dread! A thousand times! A million times! A bazillion kazillion times, how many you can die—Die!"
"Alright, alright." Agon held up his hands, putting his phone down. "As long as that means you can fuck me in the Afterlife, kukuku.."
Hiruma loaded his gun.
"No." Agon said at last, picking his phone up, after playing Tetris for 15 minutes without saying a word, Hiruma unadmitting he was nervous, sweating. "I'm not going to go." Agon looked up. "I can feel you sweating all the way from there, trash. Stop."
Hiruma grinned.
Agon looked out the window, approaching the stadium, getting off the bus. He sat next to Hiruma. Agon really never rode group busses, usually, because he came to the games late and never managed to show up in the first half, but… Ever since joining Saikyoudai, with Hiruma, he found himself tolerating, if he dare say it, trashes—
"Wanna play yugioh with me, Agon san?" Ikkyu had asked him on the busride, sitting a seat away. Agon snorted.
"Ah-?" He raised an eyebrow. "Yugioh?"
Ikkyu nodded, "Yeah!" He said, grinning. "Monta lent them to me. Their old cards his mom bought him for Christmas. Wanna play?"
"We'll be there in fifteen minutes, Ikkyu," Agon told him, chin on his knuckles, looking ahead. He coarsely grinned to himself. "We won't have time to finish the game."
"Let's have a competition, then!" Ikkyu's eyes blazed to life, grinning. "Oni-Amazing! To see who collects the most cards and wins! I won't lose, even to you, Agon-san!"
Ikkyu shifted in his seat. Agon did too, facing him. Ikkyu was one of the only people on the team that spoke to Agon as freely as he did. They remembered Agon socking an upperclassman in the mouth for calling him friend.
"Hey, friend—" He started to say, walking in the locker room, raising his hand.
Agon punched him.
Everyone feared Agon. They just kinda, you know, let Hiruma do his thing with him. They didn't question him; his motives, with Agon.
"Want to have my ramen noodles, Agon-san?" Ikkyu asked him, mid game. The team watched and stared. They hadn't seen Agon play cards with anybody. Much less, Ikkyu. They were sure he would deny him, but—he didn't.
"I bet you Ikkyu won't ask Agon to play cards with him," An underclassman had said, a Freshman. They were playing Truth or Dare. Ikkyu had taken a liking to acting as a senpai towards his kohai, introducing them to the team, and the like."I dare Ikkyu-kun to ask Agon-san to play a game of cards, with him."
"No, no, no—Way bad!" Chuubou Akira waved his hand, shaking his head. "No matter where you look at it—It's bad!"
"He'll play with me," Ikkyu said, aloof, looking at his cards. Monta had given him these the other day, when they exchanged Christmas Gifts last year at the gift exchange. Chuubou gulped. Now way could a monster like Agon would play with Ikkyu…! "I guarantee it."
"Fine then," A first year lounged his arm on Ikkyu's headrest. "You go ask Agon for a game of cards. Everybody watch Ikkyu get his ass beat."
They laughed. Ikkyu asked Agon. Agon wasn't mad about playing with Ikkyu. He only cared so long as there was time to put it in. Everyone was shocked.
Agon kept using Trap and Spell cards for his defense. He ended up winning, like always. He grinned.
"Ikkyu." he said. "Go grab my ramen."
Ikkyu got up and grabbed Agon's ramen, previously, his ramen, from the indoor microwave on the bus. He grinned, bright.
"Even I will fetch Agon's food for him…!" Ikkyu cheered with passion, balling his fist, tightening it. "I won't lose in catching Agon's food!"
"Wasn't it your food?" The bus asked in unison, now, paying attention. Agon smirked, looking down at his phone screen. It was 11:01. He remembered playing Go Fish with Unsui.
"I gave it to Agon!" Ikkyu fought back.
Agon slurped on his noodles as he got dressed, team heading out on the field, starting. The team helped each other stretch and practice certain runs, remembering. The stadiums began filling by 11:25. College scouts came, like always. It seemed like more college scouts and interviewers had came for this game, as Agon had came early, First Half, and was a starter. Hiruma smirked.
"Can I have a quick question, for Agon-kun?" A reporter asked, a female, leaning over the banister of the first row, holding out a microphone. Hiruma looked up at her. Agon sat on the bench. He clasped his hands together.
"Beat it, loser ass bitch." Agon called her.
Her soul floated into the sky. Cheerleaders came, for both teams. Musashi entered the stadium, soon enough, along with Kid and Tetsuma. Gaou's arau was felt. Agon's was stronger. They both sat on benches on their separate sides of the field, bone chilling presence felt between both of them. A dragon roared across the stage. Agon looked up into the sky.
He smiled.
The team left him alone. Hiruma sat on the bench across him, holding a golden pistol in his hand, flipping it, shooting stray bullets into the air, scouting schemes.
"Ke… which scheme should I do today?" Hiruma rolled his head back, laughing. "Kekeke… I have so many to choose! How to make them shit their pants, huh…?"
He cackled.
The team left them alone. Usually, before big games of the season, against strong opponents, Hiruma and Agon sat on the bench together and schemed plans. They had the best brains of the school, two tied for Valedictorian, still. Hiruma let the team know of the initial game plan 15 minutes before the game started, Mamori helping the team review it.
"Fucking Manager," Hiruma called out suddenly. "C'mere."
Mamori looked up from grabbing everyone's towels and water, setting them up. She came to Hiruma's side, looking at him.
"Yes?" She combed her hair back. "What is it you need, Hiruma?"
He grinned. He motioned her to come closer. He whispered in her ear. She blushed, growing flustered, standing up to her full height.
"F-Fine! I got it." She looked up into the sky. She held three pocky sticks. She walked away. The team continued stretching. Hiruma smirked.
He got up from the bench.
Five minutes before the game, Hiruma walked over to Musashi's side of the field and began enticing him, making strong provocations, eliciting him.
"My Agon is stronger than you're Gaou," Hiruma cackled, pointing his finger. "Kekeke… All that man meat but no brain. You'll have to do better than that to defeat us, Fucking Old Man."
"Your mind games won't work on us, Hiruma." Musashi crossed his arms, smirking. He had let his hair grow out, some, looking shaggy. "I already know how you work. We were friends for seven years, you know."
"Oh, yeah?" Hiruma's eyes lazed into the sky, looking up. "My provocations won't work, you say?
Kekeke, Maybe his will."
Agon stood above him.
He reached a height of 6'3. He towered over Musashi and Kid. Their eyes widened. Agon stood behind Hiruma.
"Your bones breaking will be the new music I'll play in my car, Trash." Agon called out to them, laughing. He cackled. "Kukuku… I'll crush all of you. Get that fatass Gorilla trash up here, tell him to stop being a bitch and come face the fight he wanted 3 years ago…" He turned around. "Just remember every time you fuck your girlfriend, I've fucked her 10 times over and better than you, Musashi."
He walked away.
A cold atmosphere was felt. Musashi gulped. That Agon… what was wrong with him?! Why was Hiruma with a guy like that?
Hiruma turned around. He chewed the end of his gum stick.
"Good luck," Hiruma said, grinning. "Musashi."
Hiruma had his cards stacked. Everything Agon said was true, which allowed the depth to be felt opposed to Hiruma's baseless bluffs. Agon wasn't bluffing.
He meant it.
Hiruma huddled the group into a team huddle five minutes before the game. "Alright, listen up! Here's the game plan…"
"Defeat them!" The Takekura Construction Babels called out. "Fight them! Kill them! Deconstruct them!"
"YA-HA!" Hiruma's crew shouted, louder this time, screaming.
The game started.
Agon was playing line defense this game. He looked up. Gaou was in the middle. In front of him was… Musashi.
"Playing line, huh?" Agon buckled his helmet, tighter, flicking the straps. "That's fine, trash. As long as you know you'll get demolished by me."
"I've been playing in the Semi-Pro league a little over a year," Musashi bit back, smirking. "You'll be surprised, opposed to someone who hasn't played one game in the Rice Bowl."
A hut was called.
"Karin, right?" Agon smoothed, speaking slow. "Every time you're fucking her, you're fucking me. You should be grateful, you trash, that I even let you get a taste of this." Agon smoothed. "Trash like you shouldn't speak so proudly. Everything you've done has already been done before,"
Another hut was called.
"So why don't you put up and shut up, trash?" Agon snapped, looking up. "You're old news. Go to sleep. And never wake up."
The ball was snapped back.
Agon laughed.
He dashed forward. Musashi lifted his hands. Agon read the pass. He snapped Musashi out of the way, blazing past him, blitzing Kid. Kid's eyes widened.
He snapped the ball.
It was thrown at 0.1 seconds. Agon reached up. Ahh?? Agon read in his mind. The pass is to Tetsuma, a planned Hitch route. He spread his palm.
He caught the ball.
Everyone gasped. The pass was intercepted. Agon tucked it into his armpit and blasted down the field, flipping trashes left to right, dodging them, Godspeed Impulse reacting.
I can see all your passes, you trashes! Agon said, angrily in his head. He glanced behind him. No one was following—
Gaou stood in front of him.
He was the last line of defense. He raised his hand and slammed it down upon Agon's fragile Japanese body. The spectators gasped. Not because Agon had been crushed, but—
Agon flipped Gaou over.
As soon as Gaou charged at him, he waited, Godspeed Impulse reacting, reading him. He ducked. Gaou bent over. Agon pressed his elbow deep into Gaou's stomach.
"This is what a fight is all about," Agon said to him, chewing his lip as he still held the ball. "Gorilla Trash."
Agon flipped him over on his back. He ran past the goal line, making a touchdown. The only fault in Musashi's team was that they didn't have any ace runners. Agon threw his head back and cackled.
"Ah~? What was that trash your trash of a Captain said about the Rice Bowl, garbage?" Agon asked him, "Something about going to the Rice Bowl, right? Kuku, He won't be going there for a long time!" Agon cackled. "As long as I'm here."
Agon's aura was felt. His gaze was wide, dark, eyes black. He wore black lensed Oakley Juliets. Gaou remained. A whistle was blown. Agon's team cheered. Agon cracked his neck. Gaou didn't speak. Only rested. He was flipped over, by Agon.
How?
A fight was technical, Agon understood, turning around. It wasn't about having stupid strength. The Gorilla was shortsighted. He was powerful, but there were ways to overcome his overall strength—through skill.
Agon was a darker version of Hiruma, Musashi understood. He looked at Kid. Kid seemed to understand, all from that one play. Agon wasn't joking. His strength was unfathomable. And the worst part about it—
"He knows how to control it," Kid spoke aloud, to Musashi. "This was only a test run, but…"
"Yeah," Musashi nodded, still on the ground. He was trying to get used to the feeling of being flipped over by Agon, 360 degrees all the way around, turning his world upside down. "This was what Sena had to go through, when we fought him."
Kid didn't answer.
Agon stood. "All of that strength, and you still couldn't defeat me." He laughed. "Kukuku… always going on about 'Linemen are powerful, Agon. Don't underestimate them.'" Agon laughed. "Seemed easy to beat, to me. If you're this easy to beat, then that slow-footed trash at Enma shouldn't even be a challenge."
Gaou stilled. "You're… talking about Kurita?" He asked. "Just so we're clear…?"
"Yeesh, you won't hear," Agon picked at, snorting. He frowned, giggling. "Kukuku… Who else—"
Gaou rushed at him.
Agon dodged. He turned to the side, reacting. He chopped Gaou's neck. Everyone shouted. Men gasped. Hiruma looked. The referee blew two whistles.
"Two fouls!" He called out. "Number 2, black! Number 70, black! Personal Foul."
Hiruma tsked. He was doing his job, but too damn well. Agon looked. He bit his lip. Gaou only charged him because he was holding the ball.
"Go bang on your chest and Die, Gorilla Trash." Agon told him. He walked past, noticing Hiruma held a golden pistol in his hands, directing it in his direction. Hiruma almost shot at him.
"When I said provoke, I said provoke!" Hiruma buzzed, lashing out, heated. "Not hit, Fucking Dread! We can't have you fucking Fouling Out of the game because you and your ass got emotional, Fucking Dread!" He stilled. "Well, you did your job,"
Pick one! The team yelled at him in their heads. Are you mad or glad? Hiruma-senpai?!
Agon didn't really listen. He kinda just… picked his ear and tuned it out. He blew on his pinkie. Hiruma still bickered at him.
"Shut up! I'll do what I want!" Agon shouted, snickering suddenly. "I'm motherfucking 20—! I'll do whatever the hell I want—"
"You're 20, but you're sure acting like a kid." Hiruma chewed his gum. "Besides, we're fine. As long as you don't get another Personal Foul, you're good."
Agon calmed. "Okay," he sighed. "What's the gameplan, trash?"
He followed Hiruma down the field to their end zone, as they were placed there, now that Agon had made a touchdown. The team left the two alone, as their bickering came as swiftly as their kisses.
Agon and Hiruma didn't kiss. They hadn't kissed this game. It was unusual, for the pair to not be all over each other at this point in the game. Agon and Hiruma usually remained around one another, but this was odd. Even for them.
"What does your Absolute Prediction predict for us this game, Yamato?" Hiruma asked him as the team huddled, the beginning of another play. "Fucking Wild Hair."
"Pick a number," Yamato grinned, confident. "Hiruma-shi. I'll let you pick this time, for the number you shall pick, I shall do…!"
Hiruma grinned. "99." He said. "99 points. I'll expect no less."
"Yosh!" The team yelled.
They resumed the first half. Hiruma kept Agon on the line, blitzing Kid every time as his ball snap was faster than predicted, but not known. Hiruma planned all of his strategies around Kid's snap being 0.1 seconds, as he watched a video with his lover in bed of a recent practice match played between Enma University and Takekura Construction. His pass was nicknamed the Godspeed Quickdraw.
"No." Agon said, just as Hiruma began to write and type of notes. "It's not 0.2 seconds. It's not what you think."
"Ah-?" Hiruma opened his mouth, holding a stick of gum. "What do you mean?"
Agon looked at the screen. "Look at his fingers." He said, turning away from his game of Subway Surfers. "You can tell he's holding back."
Hiruma zoomed in.
"He can do better."
"What makes you say that?" Hiruma asked. "My Agonne."
Agonne stilled. "His pass… Is called the Quickdraw, right?" He asked him. Hiruma nodded. He listened. Agon thought aloud. "You said… in a previous game, they nicknamed it the Godspeed Quickdraw."
"...What about it?" Hiruma asked. "My Fucking Dread."
"My Godspeed Impulse… Is at the heightened realm of… human reaction." He said, finally. He was wording his words carefully. "Kid's draw is nicknamed Godspeed. That meant he went to get it checked out by professionals. Doctors read me my ability. I can react 0.1 seconds faster than the human being ever can. Kid's ability… means that he can snap a ball, at… 0.1 seconds faster, than a human being ever can."
Hiruma stilled. Agon was right. He remembered in a game vs Seibu Wild Gunmans he had planned his entire play plans around Kid's draw being 0.2 seconds, when it was really 0.1. Hiruma smirked. Having a genius as a boyfriend was really useful.
Hiruma set up into formation. Agon stood on the line in front of him. Banba was in the middle. He was going to snap the ball to Hiruma.
"Set—!" Hiruma shouted. "Hut—!"
The Linemen rushed at each other. Gaou played center, as always. He rushed into Yamato and Agon. Luckily for Hiruma, he played his cards right.
"Caesar's—" Yamato began to say, gritting his teeth. His muscles bulged. Agon's eyes went white beneath his shades. He gritted his teeth. Veins popped out of his neck.
"Use the charge I taught you….!" Hiruma yelled at him beneath his teeth. "My Fucking Dread—!"
Agon let out a charge. Hiruma grinned. Devils filled the air.
"CAESAR'S CHIMERA—!"
He cackled to himself, snapping the ball to Akaba, throwing it. Akaba dodged around the incoming linemen swiftly, using a new moveset called Magician's Poison. Any Linemen that entered his field of vision and range were stunned by his poison.
"Go, Agonne!" Hiruma shouted, growing excited. The crowd stilled. Agon yelled.
He flipped Gaou over.
He blasted down the field in a sonic boom, 40 yard dash at 4.6 seconds, blazing it with fire. Yamato followed him in suite, keeping up, his body balance allowing him to keep swift speeds, protecting Agon's run.
"Get him, Kuroki! Takeshi!" Musashi shouted at them, trying to hold of Saikyoudai's main linemen. The Oujou Golden generation pushed against him. He gritted his teeth. "Push him… out of bounds….!"
"ORRRAAAHH!" Kuroki shouted, approaching Agon. Takeshi joined him. They were Deimon's previous linemen, Agon realized. He smirked.
"What's a bunch of shit like you think you can do against a genius like me?" Agon told them, smirking. "In a 2:2 competitive situation, who do you think'll win? Two geniuses with all the talent god can give them or two freaks with no bitches?"
"I'll kick your ass!" Kuroki shouted. "Dreaded Freak!"
"It's almost unfair, you two," Yamato said aloud, smirking, approaching them. He ran alongside Agon, arm's spread open. "Against my Caesar's Charge and Agon's Godpseed Impulse, you won't win—!"
His muscles bulged. Agon let out swift laughter. Yamato took care of the garbage, grabbing them by the waist, throwing them to the ground—! Agon laughed.
"Die in ditch." Agon said to them, passing. "You can't win against me…!"
He laughed. Against Yamato and Agon, Takeshi and Kuroki were no match, even after staying underneath Musashi's harsh training and independent influence to becoming better men, they were still, no match….!
Agon made a touchdown.
Takeshi cursed. "Those fucking dreads!" He grabbed the grass before him, gritting his teeth. "Those fucking dreads…!"
"It's just like last year…" Kuroki managed to say, sighing. He clenched his teeth. "At the Spring Tournament…! That damn reggae…! He wrecked us, again!"
"It's alright, guys." Musashi came next to him, holding his helmet against his shoulder with his fingertips. "No one expected you to get him on the first try. With Yamato's body balance, it's almost nearly impossible to push that guy out of bounds. That Agon. At least, not with Yamato around."
"You can't tackle him," Kid said, swiftly; his black hair flowing in the wind. "He reacts too fast, that Agon-shi. It's alright, as long as we stay cool and collected…" He looked at Musashi. "Right?"
Musashi smirked.
Hiruma looked over at Kid. He respected Kid. He respected him as an athlete. He was always entranced by his sheer ability, quarterback to quarterback. But this…
"...They're playing it safe," Hiruma cackled aloud to his team, realizing. He blew a bubble, Agon and Yamato returning to their line of offense. "They know if they get too heated then they'll lose, those Fucking Babels!"
"What'll we do?" Yamato took off his helmet. "Shouldn't be a problem, right? Agon's blitzing. Taka's catching. There's no issue."
Hiruma scanned Musashi's team for an idiot.
The only ones he could find were sitting on a bench. Takeshi and Kuroki. He smirked. He looked at the team.
"Nah… just keep playing how you're playing," Hiruma said, grinning. He set his helmet down. "For now."
The first quarter ended with a score of 25-7. Tetsuma had scored a touchdown from a long pass that was thrown by Kid's Quickdraw as soon as Agon managed to tackle him. That was troublesome. Musashi made the kick. Even if Agon did tackle Kid, or, anyone else could, he could still snap a ball directly to Tetsuma easily, without a feint or shadow of a doubt.
They trusted each other.
"Agon." Hiruma called out, suddenly. The just began their Second Quarter. Agon leaned down. Hiruma whispered something in his ear, cackling. Agon gritted his teeth. Hiruma turned to Taka. "Taka." He motioned him over with his hand, giddy.
"...What does he want?" Taka put his book down, making conversation with Yamato. He was reading a book titled Giovanni's Room. A classic. He was trying to get Yamato to read it. "Yes?"
Taka came over. He leaned down. Hiruma whispered in his ear. He backed away.
"Well... Alright," He nodded, affirming. "If Agon's okay with it, then it's fine with me."
Agon still bit his lip about Hiruma's plan. The referee blew his whistle.
The game started.
Taka and Agon joined Hiruma in a Quarterback line. Musashi stared. Gaou looked ahead. Kid's eyes glazed over.
"The Golden Dragonfly…!" Kid thought aloud. "Gauo, charge in front! Hurry before Hiruma tosses the ball!"
Gaou charged as soon as the ball was snapped. Yamato was taken down as soon as Gaou hit his Caesar's Charge, his unfathomable strength unmoving.
So… strong…! Yamato confessed in his head, getting blown away. He shouted. Chuubou stood behind him. Hiruma cackled.
"I prepared for this," Hiruma said in a quick husked breath, preparing to throw the ball, raising his arm. "Our defense gets significantly weaker, once Agon is removed from the line, but…!"
Agon and Taka dashed off on both sides of the lines, playing each side of the field, opposite ways. Chuubou raised his elbow in a triangle, arching his eyebrows.
"Delta Dynamite!" He shouted, pressing his arm into the pit of Gaou's stomach. "TRIPLE DYNAMITE!"
His shout was heard throughout the stadium. Gaou was blasted back on his feet, knocked over from the sudden explosion hit into his stomach. Hiruma snapped a long pass to Agon. He gained 14 yards before tossing it to Taka, who air walked among many players, grabbing it, beginning to run. He ran for twenty, before giving it back to Agon, getting tackled.
Agon blasted up the field.
No one could stop them! This was—! Hiruma cackled aloud to himself, as Agon twisted his torso, chopping Kuroki's arm as he grabbed for the ball to tackle Agon, last zone of defense, who knew Agon would make it back here in enough time…!
Agon made a touchdown.
This was Shaman's Flying Dragon.
A kicker from the team scored an extra bonus point. Hiruma rubbed Agon's arm when he approached him, from down the field. Agon was a god at offense.
"What was that all about," Hiruma asked him, cackling in his ear, laughing to himself. "About not wanting to do the play? You perfected it, right? Shaman's Flying Dragon."
"I didn't want to do a teamplay!" Agon yelled, biting back, sipping from his water bottle. "Damn. Leave me alone, you damn demon…"
Hiruma continued to entice his lover, cackling jokes about how Agon didn't want him to leave him alone last night…!
"You really just want to become a slimy trash… don't you?!" Agon chewed his lip. The team backed away from the two demons bickering back and forth. They regained formation on the field. Kid looked at Hiruma's formation with steady eyes.
"As long as he's on offense, we'll be backed into a corner." He told him. "Isn't this just troublesome…? What'll we do?"
"He'll try to score as many points as needed when he's on Offense," Musashi told Kid, crossing his arms. "Hiruma knows he can't win when he's on Defense. We'll wait until he gets on that."
Kid dipped his helmet.
"...They're waiting until we're on Defense." Hiruma said to his team in a private huddle. "They're going to play it safe until I'm on Defense." He chewed his bubble gum. "...Well, they're not wrong. Defense is where I'm weakest."
"Keep getting points." Agon directed to his team, suddenly saying.. Everyone stared. "I don't care what you have to do, but don't let them score a single one…! Not while we're on Offense. Defense, I'll take care of it. Yamato and I have it. You trash just do your jobs…! and there won't be any problems…" He stared. "Got it?"
Hiruma looked at him. Agon only ever really talked to him or Ikkyu during team huddles. He usually agreed with everything Hiruma said and nodded his head. He rarely ever gave his input. This meant…
Agon was becoming part of the team.
"...You just want to hear yourself talk," Hiruma said to him on the downlow, near the bench, nearing their third quarter. They were at 50-20. The Stadium was stunned. "Fucking Dread."
Agon kicked the bench over. Mamori was standing.
"Agon…!" She said, stunned.
"Maybe I want to win." Hiruma heard Agon say, near his body, standing by his shoulder. "Trash."
Hiruma closed his eyes and smiled.
They lost their ball in the Third Quarter. This was when Agon and Hiruma bickered the most. The team called their first time out.
"You just can't do your fucking job right, you dipshit!" Hiruma called him, kicking the metal bench. He held a pistol. "You want to sleep during games so much—here! Take a seat!" He kicked the bench again. "Since you want to play goodnight."
Agon didn't respond. He only just clenched his fist. He bit his lip. The team stared. Mamori clasped her palms together. Agon and Hiruma usually bickered, but this…
"Hiruma, stop." She told him. She stood between Agon and Hiruma. Agon's eyes widened beneath his shades. "That's enough."
"...Huh? You're opposing me, Fucking Manager?" Hiruma raised an eyebrow, still. "You don't get to oppose me. Sit down. You're not a coach."
"Even if I'm not…!" Mamori began to say. "Even if I'm not…! Still, this is too much! Even if this is a game, still…"
"I play to win, Fucking Manager." Hiruma told her. "If he's not at winning potential, then I'm taking him out." He turned his head back on his teammates, looking them each in the eye. "That goes the same for each one of you fuckers that aren't playing to win! I'll kick your ass! You can sit on the bench with Agon and join him, since you're not playing to win."
"Hiruma…!" Mamori cried out.
Musashi and Kid looked over. Gaou switched out his mouthplate. This was beyond normal bickering. Hiruma was freaking out.
"What's going on with him?" Musashi wondered. "It's like he's a hormonal bitch on her period."
"No… something's wrong," Kid said, looking over. "With them."
Agon was taken out of the game. He sat on the bench. He leaned his head back and rested. Mamori felt bad. The Third Quarter started. Everyone watched her. She grabbed a blanket.
"Here," she said, handing it to him, putting it over his shoulders. "It's cold… outside."
Hiruma turned his head in disgust. People watched.
"..." Agon paused for a long time. "Thank you."
"Are…. Agon and Mamori-san dating?!" Ikkyu questioned aloud, near the Takekura Construction Babels teammates. They looked over. "Wasn't he with Hiruma-san?"
"This is why you shouldn't mix dating and football together…" Kid said aloud, bending over, grabbing the football from the field, preparing for another Godspeed Quickdraw. "Things only get worse, from here."
"Pay fucking attention!" Hiruma screamed at his teammates. "He's snapping the ball—!"
Musashi looked. Hiruma was acting erratic.
It was too late.
Kid snapped the ball to another runningback down the field. He made a short pass, then tossed it to Tetsuma downfield, making another touchdown. Musashi kicked the ball through the goal post. Now they were at 57 points.
Mamori put pocky in Agon's mouth. Everybody watched. Agon didn't push her away. It was almost as if… they were open to each other.
"Yeah… I think they broke up," A teammate whispered to Ikkyu. They murmured amongst themselves as Hiruma stalked off, angry, blowing a bubble. "See? Agon's not even pushing her away. They haven't kissed this entire game. Think they broke up?"
"Yeah," A teammate said. "They probably did. Maybe it was for the best. Dating and Football don't mix well with each other."
"Yeah."
"For sure."
Agon slept on the bench the entire Third Quarter. It wasn't until Hiruma woke him up, saying that it was time to get switched in, as the Team switched to Offense. Agon looked at the scoreboard.
It was 54-80.
Their team was losing. Shotgun Kid's team was winning. Everyone was astonished. Onihei smirked at Hiruma's team of linemen, broken down, from fending off the dreadful beast known as Gaou.
"You should've known, Hiruma." Onihei said to him, crossing his arms, standing above Hiruma on the ground, shocked. "Your team would lose. Your defense is just too weak. We're going to the Rice Bowl. This time, you didn't play your cards right."
Hiruma grinned.
Agon joined him on the field. He stood beside Hiruma. The play started. The Fourth Quarter began. The ball was held by Banba. Hiruma hopped on Agon's waist.
He kissed him.
Their helmets hit the ground. Everyone was shocked. Musashi's eyes widened. His team gasped. So did Hiruma's. They didn't know they were dating. Hiruma made out with Agon on the field, crossing his arms around his neck, stretching his long tongue into his mouth. Agon held him. He kissed him back.
The ball was snapped.
Agon caught it. His Godspeed Impulse activated. He blasted down the field, past trashes too stunned to move by the homosexuality, love, and the play that just had begun.
Devil's Advocate had started.
It was too late for Musashi to tell the team, shouting, "It's a play! A trap! Devil's Advocate has already starte—" He stopped, turning around, looking at Agon.
He crossed the touchdown line.
"UUUUUOOOAAAAAAHHH!" Hiruma's team cheered loudly, hugging him despite him shooting them away, shouting into the skies, excited. Agon joined them.
"They're… dating?!" Musashi wondered aloud, lip falling. He knew Hiruma and Agon had grown closer in the following year, but this…
"... He had us all fooled." Kid took off his helmet, smirking. "That Hiruma." He felt goosebumps run down his body, looking at Hiruma hop on Agon's waist and give him a celebratory kiss, caressing his cheeks. "It's been a long time since such a chill has run down my spine…."
Hiruma grinned.
Musashi smirked. "He even had Anezaki acting the part of giving him the pocky sticks and blanket, like some sort of girlfriend." He laughed. "He never ceases to amaze me."
Agon held Hiruma against him. It was a brilliant play, one where those dumb trashes and teammates acted the part of playing good little decoys, allowing him to score correctly by himself! He laughed, breaking away from Hiruma.
Winning never felt so good.
"So… are they together?" Ikkyu asked aloud, wondering everyone's confirmed question. A senpai hit his head.
"Duh, dumbass!" They laughed, saying. "It was all a play—that Devil's Advocate!"
"Oh!" Ikkyu grinned, facing Agon. He cheered. "Go Agon-san! Oni-Amazing! Now we can play at full strength! Let's take this game back!"
His team cheered.
"Ffn… those damn demons and dragon," Gaou said from the bench, sitting on the ground. Musashi and Kid turned to face him. "They just won't stop." He grinned. "That's why I'll play at full strength."
He stood.
"Musashi." Gaou said to him. "Untape me."
A timeout was called. An ominous aura was felt. Agon looked over, noticing. His eyes widened. He smirked.
"Now that Gorilla Brawn-for-Brains idiot has finally becoming interesting…" He put on his helmet. Ikkyu turned. "Hiruma-san, look."
Hiruma looked over. Agon spotted something. Hiruma looked in his line of vision. His eyes widened. So did Banba's. He had been going against the fearsome opponent the entire game, with Agon-san and Yamato-kun.
"No… It can't be." Banba said.
"Kekeke… those Fucking Dweebs." Hiruma chewed on his stick of gum. "Everyone, look, watch, and learn. They're becoming fearsome opponents, now." His team looked. Hiruma explained. "We'll have to go the extra mile on this final quarter, Kekkeke."
Musashi was untaping Gaou.
"When you tape your limbs, they hold your joints together," Taka affirmed, saying. "That's how it is. It prevents injuries. Then why…"
"He's going all out." Hiruma said. "Look."
Gaou roared. It shook the stadium. Hiruma held his stomach.
The whistle blew.
"Come on," Hiruma lead his team forward. "Don't stand in place, Fucking Ducklings."
How can he be so calm?! His team questioned in their minds.
"I don't mind fighting spirit," Yamato said to Gaou on the line, next to Banba, Akaba, and Agon. They binded up tight to take care of Gaou. "Yours is just fearsome. You truly are a Beast, Gaou. Fortunately, I will take you down. These friends and I are the strongest of Kantou, with me."
I'm not your friend! Agon bit his lip, cursing. "I'll crush this gorilla freak," Agon said aloud, facing Gaou, leaning forward on his fingers. "Since you seem like you can hear today, then I'll tell you. You can dream all you want about passing through me, I don't mind. Just remember, you'll have to wake up soon." He raised his hand. "This hand of mine will snap your ass in half. This man will make you realize your place, early on."
Gaou smiled.
Akaba snorted. "Fuu… this style, this melody… is truly egregious."
The ball was snapped.
Gaou, Agon, Yamato, Akaba, and Banba all held off Gaou so points could be made, alternating between them. Agon scored two touchdowns. Yamato scored one. Akaba scored two. His Magician's Poison spread across any player he had contact with. It was amazing.
"Still believe in your Absolute Prediction," Agon asked Yamato, running beside him during a play of Caesar's Chimera. "Trash?"
Agon scored a touchdown.
"Yeah." Yamato said. "I do."
He grasped Agon's hand firmly, smacking it.
Agon tore away.
"He was never the sportsmanship type…" Yamato laughed to himself, rubbing the back of his head to Taka. "A lone wolf indeed."
"You should've known that going in," he said, "Yamato."
Agon was disgusted. He wanted to burn his hand and roll around in a fire, screaming, cleansing himself. Hiruma came next to him. He kissed his cheek.
They were at 96-80.
Agon kicked the field goal in.
The whistle blowed. The game was over.
They score was 99-80.
They had won.