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Kris walked through the open gate of Deimon's school grounds. It was dark out and- despite her schools-are-creepy-at-night policy- she was walking toward the club. After wanting her phone back from Hiruma so bad... she'd left it on the bench in the changing room.
"How stupid can I get?" Kris muttered as she tried the club door- locked. "... you've got to be kidding me." She glared seethingly at the handle. Pulling out a knife, she slipped the blade between the door and the jamb, sliding it down and flicking her wrist so that the blade went toward her, making the bolt slip back and the door slide easily open. 'See? Kyle's a great influence on me.' Kris thought sarcastically with a smile as she walked through, reaching mechanically for the switch she knew was right by the door.
"What the hell?" She muttered, looking over at the wall, there was nothing. She blinked and furrowed her brow in confusion. The switch was always there... it had to be, she had wanted to rip it off the wall and throw it half-way across the world a million times because it was positioned sideways and if she walked parallel to the wall- her being the unthinking person she is- she would flick the lights off, setting off another light that happened to be blonde and crazy.
Kris shrugged, she wasn't afraid of the dark. She walked to the back of the room and looked in the change rooms. There it was, a plain silver phone with a small Caller ID window on the front. She looked around once and shivered. She thought schools were creepy at night? Try the Deimon club house where you feel like you're always being watched even when it's light. Kris felt paranoia rise in her chest and took a couple of slow, deep breaths before shoving the phone in her pocket and walking quickly toward the door.
Just as she came to the door an arm circled around her waist, she was spun around and pinned to the wall before she could yell, or do anything really. What was more, the back of her head was pressed heavily back against the wall because her assailant was currently kissing her. She struggled slightly, trying to move her arms, but they were held in a firm grasp and she got nowhere. A feeling of familiarity slowly dripped through her thoughts and she relaxed, starting to return the kiss. He let go of her arms, but she was still pinned against the wall by his body. Her arms went around his neck and she tilted her head to deepen the kiss. A while later he pulled back and a shaft of moon light filtering through a window fell on his stunned face- she never knew that the expression existed for him. The wall behind her turned soft, the opposite wall turned to her ceiling and the dark figure turned out to be...
"H-Hiru... ma-kun?"
"What... the fuck?" Hiruma's eyes flashed with something, but then it was gone and he was pulling Kris's arms from around his neck, quickly straightening from being bend over her.
"Wh- I-..." Kris snapped her hands back and leaned up quickly on one elbow, the other hand going to her lips. "What are you...?"
"What the hell were you fucking dreaming about?" Hiruma asked with a sneer.
"I... I dunno." Kris breathed and ran her hand that wasn't supporting her through her hair. "Wait... why are you in my room anyway?!"
"I was hoping to have the chance to sleep with you." Sarcasm coated Hiruma's reply. "Che, what do you think I'd be doing in your room in middle of the night?"
"..." Kris looked at him blankly. "Drink my blood?"
"Sure, why not." Hiruma made his 'eh' face and turned to walk out.
"Wait..." Kris said and bit her lip when he turned to look at her questioningly. 'Great... now what? Tell him, don't tell him, or semi tell him... how the hell do I do that anyway?!' Kris blinked and scratched the back of her neck, now sitting up with her legs crossed and the blankets in disarray. "I... just wanted to let you know that I'm having Kyle get new locks." She finally said in a monotone.
"Finally smartening up." Hiruma commented as he left the room.
"And somehow... I doubt it." Kris muttered, already forgetting what she was going to have to tell Kyle. And the greatest part... there was the first early practice after try-outs in two hours. "Sometimes I wonder if the greater powers hate me..." Kris flopped back on her bed. "I kissed... Hiruma Yoichi..." she muttered softly, covering her eyes with one hand. "Why didn't he kill me, shoot me, torture me...? Anything but just act like it was mildly annoying and walk away." Kris grabbed her journal and started writing the dream down.
It really... wasn't all that bad. Was the last sentence she wrote before snapping the book shut. "Maybe... I don't really... hate Hiruma?" Kris asked her empty room before her alarm went off at five forty-five. Almost practice time. "Gah..." she muttered and slapped the snooze before jumping out of bed and walking quickly to her bathroom with her practice clothes in hand; never knowing that Hiruma was standing just outside her open door, listening and waiting curiously for her to finish writing. He walked silently across the room and took the book, opened it to the last page he'd read and photographed the next few pages that she'd just written.
"Heh... if she doesn't hate me... then what is it?"
For Kris, dodging a Franchi SPAS-12 Gauge Pump Action Shotgun round was becoming amazingly easy by now. It unnerved her, really, to say the least.
"Those three are the only ones who aren't here..." Mamori observed, sadly glancing over her shoulder at the running players.
"Call 'em." Hiruma ordered Sena, tossing him three cell phones.
"Okay... I can already imagine what they'll say..." Sena obediently dialed the numbers.
"Hah? Haah? Haaah?!" Soon screeched out of the cell phones. Sena plugged his ear a bit too late.
"How many cell phones do you have?" Kris asked pointedly.
"You'd be surprised, damn mutt." Hiruma smirked and fired off a round of shot at her to speed up. "I'll teach you the magic word." Hiruma looked over his shoulder at Sena with the shot gun leaning on his right shoulder. " 'Photos'." He said simply as he ran on after Kurita to keep up.
"Photos?" Sena asked in confusion. The hah brothers were soon running with the rest of the team.
"And somehow... I feel sorry for them." Kris muttered sadly as she passed Mamori and onto the school grounds.
Practice ended soon and everyone changed back into their school uniforms, even Kris- amazingly enough.
"Could the spring season regional tournament be going on today?" Kurita asked while pulling on his jacket as everyone was filing into the club.
"The Kanagawa tournament just ended, and... well, it goes without saying who won." Hiruma answered, sitting cross legged on the casino-club's Change counter with his laptop balanced on his lap.
"The Shinryuuji Nagas, I bet..." Kurita said almost sadly.
"So the Tokyo tournament... Hey! The finals are going on right now!" Hiruma grinned at the screen.
"Oh, it is Ojo!" Kurita exclaimed.
"They're playing Seibu? Wasn't that team just added this year?" Kris asked looking over Hiruma's shoulder from the inside of the Change counter.
"The finals?" Monta asked rubbing his nose. "I'd kinda like to see that."
"Aren't they showing it on T.V?" Sena asked timidly.
"Why don't we take our new guys to see their first game?" Hiruma uncrossed his legs, almost kicking Kris, and stood from the counter. Kris shot him a minute glare before walking around the counter to stand with Mamori.
"Great idea!" Kurita gushed. "None of them have really seen two decent teams play before."
"Send at least five taxis!" Hiruma spoke into his cell, there was a short chorus of surprise from the other team members at the fact that he would order so many.
"Just get on the god damned motorcycle already." Hiruma ordered Kris, standing next to Rui Habashira's motorcycle with his hands on his hips and his eyes narrowed threateningly.
"Nuh-uh, no way." She shook her head quickly and took a half-step back. "I'd rather walk."
"Che, you trusted him to drive you that one day." Rui pointed out. Hiruma, Kris and Rui all ignored the questioning looks they were getting from the rest of the group. "Not like I'm any worse driver than him, and it's probably easier to trust me." Habashira just wanted to stop standing around- or, rather, sitting.
"... while that's probably true, I really would rather no-" Hiruma's hand wrapped around her mouth, making it impossible for her to talk, and he bent closer to her ear. Kris noticed how long his fingers were, to say that his thumb and forefinger could touch her ears on either side of her face was not an overstatement.
"Want me to tell everyone about our lovely incident this morning?" Hiruma whispered in her ear. Kris's eyes narrowed and she glared at him sideways as he pulled back from her and let his hand fall.
"... damn you." She said simply before sitting sideways on the motorcycle and crossing her arms while pouting.
'Damn mutt looks kinda cute like that...' Hiruma thought with a smirk as he sat on the bike as well. He'd lately opened up his mind to thoughts such as this. Hell, Hiruma had the ability to think and feel about people just like everyone else, he just chose not to, but with Kris it was slightly harder to ignore her. And the accident this morning didn't help him at all.
"You there, three-on-a-bike without helmets- stop!" The megaphone atop the police car blared at the five motorcycles.
"Which one?" Kris muttered sarcastically while keeping her eyes clamped shut and a death grip on Hiruma's arm that was resting around her waist. A few minutes passed. "I'm going to die..." she repeated for the hundredth time.
"Yeah, you are." Hiruma agreed and moved his arm that she was holding onto for dear life as if to push her off the bike. Kris muttered something about taking him with her so that she could kill him in hell before latching onto his middle. There were two points on which she shouldn't have done this. One- the bikes had stopped at the Eiko Municipal Field, where the Finals were being played, thirty seconds ago. Two- it was Hiruma. "Get the fuck off me!"
"... do I even have to say it?" Kris gritted out against his shirt, unwilling to leave his smell. Or she was just annoying him... or both.
"If only once more." Hiruma rolled his eyes and tried to pry Kris off him. "Yeah, yeah, you hate me. I get it, now let go." He growled when he was unsuccessful in his prying job. Kris let go and shot him a glare before going to walk next to Mamori. "I'm so sad... she mad at me now." Was Hiruma's sarcastic response.
"You should be sad." Kris nodded, frowning at him around Mamori. "Oh so very sad." Mamori rolled her eyes at the two's childishness.
Hiruma shrugged disinterestedly and looked around at the people crowded around them. The team broke through the crowd to see the field. The half-time show had started and showed around nine or ten cheerleaders in western dress that consisted of the usual showing-of-the-stomach and covering-very-little-of-anything-else shirt with a vest over it as well as shorts made out of jean fabric a gun belt and a cowboy hat hanging behind each cheerleader's back. Oh, and boots. Can't forget those. The ten or so cheerleaders were cheering and shooting blanks while shouting, "Wild, Wild, Gunmen!"
"Is this the half-time show??" Sena asked, staring at the feild- dumbfounded.
"Quite a spectacle." Monta commented.
"It's a bit tame..." Kris crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side then she heard a slightly drawling voice to her right and looked over.
"Well, well... do they give up?" A tall, skinny player was reclining in a rocking chair with a western hat plopped over his eyes. The Seibu Wild Gunmen's football helmet rested in his lap.
Her eyes caught the scoreboard and then widened considerably. "Against Ojo...?"
"With seven points, that means that they scored a touchdown on Ojo!" Kurita exclaimed in surprised when he looked at the scoreboard.
"They're not all show, I guess." Monta muttered while Sena mumbled something about Shin.
"Idiots! Look again!" Hiruma told them with only slight irritation.
"It's twenty to seven and Ojo is losing." Kris said solemnly with a small quirk of her lips when she watched the wide receiver Jo Tetsuma do a perfect route to catch a water bottle. She'd heard his name from Kyle at some point.
"Good, huh?" Hiruma commented at her shoulder.
"Do you have to pop up behind me all the time?" Kris asked, slightly irked. "But yeah... he's good."
"That's right. Too good to be true." Kris heard the tall, lanky one in the rocking chair comment. She gave a wry smile and watched the rest of the rather dramatic half-time show.
"Jo Tetsuma... he does the forty yard dash in five seconds. He bench presses one hundred fifteen kilograms." Hiruma reported looking at his laptop screen.
"Wow!" Chorused Sena, Monta and Kurita. Kris silently watched the Wide Receiver consume any water he could get his hands on while listening.
"What's amazing about his guy, though, isn't his numbers." Hiruma explained slowly, reading while talking. Kris nodded slightly before turning away from the field.
"What's better? The ability to explode on the other team?" Kris asked, looking down at Hiruma who was sitting cross legged on the ground with his laptop propped on his knees. Tetsuma was drinking enough water for it.
"Not exactly." Hiruma frowned at Kris's sarcasm. "Once he's given a route, he sticks to it... no matter what."
"That's what that was..." Sena muttered, referring to the previous time when Tetsuma had obeyed a route to catch a water bottle.
"That was the name of a passing route." Hiruma said it like Sena should have known that already.
"You have to know ahead of time which direction everyone will run, or you can't make a pass, right?" Kurita supplied with a smile.
"Unless you feel like running into each other while trying to catch the ball." Kris added with a smile.
"... right..." Hiruma raised a brow at Kris but didn't say anything else. "So you're all going to memorize these routes!" Hiruma turned back to everyone else.
"Already know 'em." Kris muttered with a small frown. "They're annoying as hell to learn." Sena and Monta stared at the routes in disbelief, choking eloquently. Yukimitsu looked at the paper from behind them.
"You don't have to memorize all of them." Kurita informed them speedily. "Just learn two or three runs and practice them..."
"But someone like Eyeshield... he'd know all of them, right?" Yukimitsu asked, looking at the paper he'd received with the routes on it. Kris was avoiding taking the one that Hiruma thrust at her and ended up with it down the back of her shirt. Hiruma smirked at her with a sub-machine gun leaning on his shoulder while he watched Kris try and reach back far enough to get it out. his ear twitched at Yukimitsu's observation and he grinned demonically.
"You're right... after all, he is from Notre Dame..." Hiruma played up the part.
"Indeed!" Yukimitsu twirled a pencil between his fingers as he examined the routes. "Alright, I'll do my best!"
'Poor Sena-kun...' Kris thought briefly about the pressure that he had to be under when he was Eyeshield, expected to know everything. Besides, how could they believe that a high schooler once played at university level? Kris sometimes really didn't understand the way some people thought, Hiruma foremost among them. "Mamori-chan... can you please help me with this paper?"
"Hiruma's been picking on you...?" Mamori sighed before taking the corner of the paper and pulling out for Kris.
"Yeah... a little." She smiled slightly. 'Picking on me... havn't heard that phrase since fourth grade.' She thought before grabbing Mamori's arm. "Please, just ignore it." Kris pleaded, not really wanting Mamori to confront Hiruma, it would surely bring out the big guns and brooms. Mamori nodded after a few seconds.
"Fine, but if he does it again, tell me." Mamori advised in agreement.