An update! Yay! Hm... well, this isn't my best chapter but I'm actually pretty happy with it.

Disclaimer: If I owned, I would insert myself and marry Hiruma. Hence... me no own. Besides Riichiro Inagaki and Yusuke Murata do a spectacular job!


"Did you really practice through that entire time?" Kyle asked, looking up from his paper to see Hiruma and Kris pass the kitchen, he was sitting at the kitchen table.

"Nope... I got two or three breaks." Kris answered with a smile.

"Hm... how's your shoulder?" Kyle asked, his eyes locking with hers. "And why the fuck are you wearing a basketball jersey?" He added, raising a brow at her.

"Uhm... we-" Hiruma cut Kris off.

"Basketball improves the transition from offense to defense in short periods of time. I watched a couple of videos of her playing from Middle School and saw that she had issues with switching; since we don't have enough players for offense and defense, I decided that she needed to work on it so that I don't gain the inclination to kill her during our next game." Hiruma stated, leaning against the door jamb.

"Oh... 'kay." Kyle nodded and looked back to his paper.

Kris turned and headed for her room with Hiruma following behind her. "You're brother strikes me as an idiot at the moment..." Hiruma commented as soon as Kris shut the door and kicked off her shoes.

"This is the first time you've noticed that?" Kris asked, flopping on her bed and rubbing her eyes tiredly.

"Only a few times before." Hiruma shrugged and sat backwards on the chair that was at her desk, straddling the back with his chin resting on the back. "So, tell me this epic story of betrayal and 'love' before you fall asleep and I won't wake you up in the morning."

"That's almost enough inspiration to tell it..." Kris muttered with a sigh. "Do I have to now?" She whined and looked up at Hiruma.

"I'm not leaving until you do." He stated with a small smirk.

"... I could make Kyle throw you out." Kris pointed out and crossed her arms, sitting cross legged on her bed.

"Don't worry, I'm not afraid of the big, bad Wolfe." Hiruma snickered, rolling his eyes. "The most he could do to me would be to ask me to leave."

"... or dismember you." Kris stated.

"Only if he finds out about..." Hiruma hesitated for a second. "... us." He said finally. Kris nodded.

"Well... anyway..." Kris leaned forward and rested her chin in one hand and her elbow on her knee. "I guess it started in the... eighth or ninth grade maybe? Sure, why not..." Kris shrugged and puffed out her cheeks in thought, staring at a corner of her room. She let out the air and continued. "Anyway, sometime around the end of Middle School and the start of High School- American wise, Lank moved to our school, he made friends immediately and was actually pretty popular. He asked me out spontaneously- at least I thought so at first- near the end of middle school, we hung out through the summer and so-on and so forth, until I walked through the guys locker rooms to the coaches offices at the wrong time. It was just after athletics practice and I just had to pass Lank's locker...

" 'So, you're still going out with Wolfe?' One of Lank's teammates asked. He mumbled a confirmation back and another one of them spoke up: 'but you've already won the bet.' " Kris felt something fall down her face and she flopped back on her bed before Hiruma saw that she was crying, he'd probably seen anyway, but the hope that he didn't still rested in her mind. "Anyway... it turned out that the starting center told him that if he could date me for the summer and then prove that he still 'had me' two weeks into school then he would give him the position." Kris cleared her throat and sighed. "Anyway, he won... blah blah... I can't hold grudges for very long... and that's it." She took a breath through her nose that had to have sounded like a sniffle. She let out an exasperated breath and sat up, facing away from Hiruma. "You can... leave now." She swallowed when she heard the chair creak slightly and Hiruma sigh something that sounded like 'girls'.

"You're an idiot." He stated in her ear, his right arm wrapping around her waist from behind. Kris laughed softly and nodded, leaning back and into him; her short lived tears already drying on her cheeks. She still remembered the feeling that she had had when she'd heard those words in the locker room, like her heart had constricted spasmodically and stopped beating.

"So?" She muttered, feeling her bed shift at Hiruma leaning a knee on in and turning to sit behind her with his left knee hanging over the side. "What were you expecting me to be? Smart? All-seeing?" Kris sighed and leaned further into his chest, his left arm came up around her waist as well and he leaned his chin on her shoulder.

"Not really..." he muttered and she sworn that he could feel her heart beat quicken against his chest, she felt slightly out of place when his beat so much slower and steadier than hers against her back. Hiruma's phone suddenly beeped loudly, causing Kris to jump all the way across the bed and out of Hiruma's arms; Hiruma chuckled with a smirk and slipped his phone out of his pocket and look at the Caller-ID. "The fuck could he want..." Hiruma muttered with a small frown before answering with a simple, "yo?"

"Hiruma! Musashi just told me that he saw...! I mean...! Well" Kris could hear Kurita's frantic voice clearly and she raised a brow at Hiruma who was rubbing his ear ruefully. "I mean... I know you gamble Hiruma, but... you've never... I mean... well... it's Kyle" Kurita continued haltingly, unsure.

"No, it's a cute little bunny rabbit in a kids fairy-tale!" Hiruma snapped at the phone, baring his teeth angrily. "The fuck did you call me and try to make me deaf for anyway? What about the damn old man and Wolfe?"

"M-Musashi told me that he saw... you and Kris-chan... uhm... holding hands and walking out the school gates together." Kurita sounded anxious and Kris could barely hear him, since his voice wasn't as loud.

"So? Is that fucking all?!" Hiruma looked irked, but wasn't as miffed since Kurita was talking in normal tones.

"What do you mean?! If he..." there was a gasp on the other end of the line. "That's why you asked m-" Hiruma snapped his phone closed and rolled his eyes, flopping onto his back with his leg still hanging over the bed.

"Hm... never thought about Kyle's reaction." Kris muttered, remembering the look Kyle had had when he'd found out that Lank and she had been an 'item'.

"Well, I'm not expecting him to find out any time soon... and it probably won't be pretty when he does." Hiruma grimaced but shrugged it off a few milli-seconds later.

"Yeah, he's a bit..." Kris paused to find the right words.

"Possessive, over protective, sheltering and shielding you from a love life almost to the point of being maternal?" Hiruma asked, using quick and blunt English.

"... yeah." Kris nodded. "Something like that."

"Well, don't worry about it." Hiruma sat up and turned his torso to face her with his right arm holding him up. "I got an Ace on him." He smiled just a little too comfortably for Kris and she bit her bottom lip, scooting closer to him and crossing her legs between them.

"And what might that be?" She leaned forward with her elbows on her knees, craning her neck to look up at him.

"... curious?" She nodded slowly. "Not telling." He smirked sadistically.

"Evil prick." She mumbled and scooted away again, crossing her arms and turning with he back toward him. Hiruma let out a barking laugh and leaned over to tug at her hair. "I'm sorry, who are you?" She asked, turning her head to glance at him.

"Leaving."

"Bye, Leaving..." She waved over her shoulder with a smile. "Hope you don't come back in the morning."

"Charming..." Hiruma muttered, leaning across to peck her cheek before standing. "Oh, and don't forget to finish the Calculus paper on your desk... problems four, five, seven, nine and eleven are wrong, by the way." He added before shutting her door. "Oh," he opened the door again, "and you're going to get points taken off of one, three, six and ten for guessing." He left then, the door closing behind him.

Kris glanced at the mirror over her dresser and saw that she had a small blush across her nose and cheeks. "Damn him..." she muttered and glanced over at the paper on her desk. 'When did he even look at it...?' She replayed him swinging into sitting backwards on her desk chair, he would have only had a few seconds to glance at it... Kris shook her head and shrugged it off, glancing at her clock she saw that it was 9:46. "... Hm... well 4:46 AM isn't a too unreasonable time to call." Kris muttered and grabbed her phone, dialing Nick's number.

"Who the hell 'er you... and what's yer death-wish?" The voice drawled sleepily, Kris made a wild guess that he hadn't looked at the Caller-ID.

"Nicky!" Kris squealed, knowing that he was shying away from the phone at the moment. She heard a disgusted 'ugh' and something hit a pillow hard. "Good morning." She said in a cheerful voice.

"... you got my message at 4:48 in the morning?" He asked, probably just now actually waking up.

"Actually... I got it earlier, but... I was, erm... distracted?" She looked at a few distractions in her room to find that words.

"... hm, so the thing with that one dude work out?" He asked, probably smirking on the other end.

"Uh... you mean with Hiruma?" She asked, looking for more distractions.

"Mmm... yeah, give my brain time to work, babe." He yawned and she heard water running in the background.

"You do know I'm going to kill you for that drug deal joke you made earlier."

" 'Cause you can do that from Japan." Water splashed as he washed his face, she knew his morning routine and she predicted that she was on speaker phone at the moment.

"Actually... I probably couldn't... but I know someone who would!" She grinned and heard him gasp in mock horror. "... might take out the entire city, though." She added with a small sigh.

"How about we not and say we did?" Nick suggested, there was a shuffling on his side as he changed- for football practice probably.

"Works for me, one less missile fired."

"So... you never answered my question!" He said in a sing-song voice. Kris heard a bag zip. "C'mon, you know I can't drive talking on the phone and I have practice in nine minutes..." he whined, Kris could imagine him leaning against the back of his living room couch that was just in front of the door.

"Ah... I guess things are going good." She relented and glanced at her clock. 9:53. "There, I told you! Now don't be late!" She cautioned him. "Suicides are the last thing you want... especially across a football field." She winced. After track was over for the aspiring high school football players they went back to 5:00 every morning at the field house. The punishment for lateness was running from the goal line to the ten yard line and back then to the twenty and back then to the thirty and back, etc.

"But they're so much fun!" He said sarcastically. "'Ey I'll call you... later, bye!" He hung up and Kris glanced at her clock again. 9:58. He lived maybe ten minutes from the school?

"He'll still make it." She muttered, rolling her eyes and walking to her bathroom for a shower before bed.


Running. Just running. 'Well this is an odd change...' Kris thought, looking around her. Then the panic hit her and the reason why she was running almost made her trip.

Agon slipped his arm around her, insisting that she walk with him... offering to buy her a drink. She'd slipped away from him and politely refused before walking away. Agon had grasped her hand, jerked her back toward him and smirked- it wasn't the smirk that Hiruma usually had plastered on his face, it was a cold smirk that told her of her own impending fate. She'd punched him and run for it.

Kris took in a ragged breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm herself. This was a dream, this was a dream... she heard a hoarse laugh behind her and she saw the purple hued glint of his dread locks in the sun to her left. It was a game to him! 'Well... he is Shinryuji's running back.' She thought but shook off the depressing thought and pushed herself to run faster. There had to be a way to lose him... or someone that could keep him away... of course!

"Kyle-nii..." she gasped and turned down a side street that led to Kyle's house, she was unsure of herself now, this might not be a dream for all she knew, she might just have been out of it once she woke up, maybe? Either way, dream or not, Agon was not someone she wanted to see, talk to or be- she shivered- touched by. The sun was setting already and she broke out of the street that she had gone down, seeing the house, she ran in and called out for her brother frantically. No answer.

"Just when I need the bastard..." she growled and turned- Agon was leaning casually in the door. "Oh... fuck." Kris swallowed slowly and started backing up the same time that Agon stepped forward.

"What, unhappy to see me?" He teased with that same smirk. Kris was now frozen to the spot- paralyzed by the sight of him looking over his sunglasses and smirking at her in what Laci would call a 'sexy' way. She felt the blood drain from her face and couldn't breathe. She heard her name somewhere and snapped out of it- Agon was only a yard away. She quickly backed into the living room and put the couch between them. Kris felt her heart hammer against her chest painfully and she knew her eyes were darting around the room like a cornered rabbit looking for an escape. Agon leaned a knee on the couch and leaned forward slightly, reaching out for her. She broke for the door and headed for the school.

"H-Hiruma-kun..." she gasped, remembering the hate between himself and Agon.

"Damn mutt?" She heard the nickname and fairly tackled Hiruma, his bags of groceries spilling all over the street. She looked up into his surprised face and felt tears rolling down her cheeks, streaked across the corners from the speed of her running for her life. "The hell's wrong?" He asked, his arms wrapping around her back comfortingly, she leaned her face into his shoulder and took a few deep breaths. She felt safe and the terror that she had felt a little while before was receding. She clung tighter to him with a sob and he rested his cheek on her hair. "Hey... what happened?" He rubbed her back slowly.

"A-Agon..." she choked out, suddenly feeling stupid. She was a pile of nerves over some ass hole. Honestly...

Hiruma tensed and she looked up at him. "Did he hurt you?" his voice was quiet and a bit monotone. Kris shook her head.

"As- Aside from making me almost die of heart failure, no... but he... I-I think he wanted to..." she swallowed again and felt her heart slow down marginally, it no longer hurt to breathe and she was quite happy where she was. Hiruma glared over her shoulder suddenly and she turned around to see Agon smirking at them, his glasses flashing in the sunlight before he sauntered off...


"Ow! Fuckin' floor!" Kris moaned as she had rolled off her bed, still clutching her pillow. She noticed that there were tears rolling down her face and that her heart was still beating rather quickly. "Good God... it was so real..." she curled her knees to her chest and lay her face into her pillow. Her alarm went off what seemed a few seconds after but was probably more like hours of her re-playing and remembering the nightmare. That is what it was, whether Hiruma was there to save her or not, if erotic or romantic situations with Hiruma were no longer nightmares; Agon was. And he was serious. Kris was pretty sure that he was just as dangerous in real life as he was in her nightmares with the same desires and intentions- no matter who she was. Kris wiped her tears on her pillow and looked up. Hiruma was sitting at her desk with coffee.

"The hell's wrong?" Hiruma furrowed his brow and was half standing before Kris shook her head and he sat again.

"Ah... I just... fell off my bed, hit my head, that's all." (Rhymage!)

"Uh-huh..." Hiruma took a sip of his coffee and studied her for a few seconds. Kris sniffed and stood, tossing her pillow on the bed and subtly grabbing her journal while 'looking for a shirt to wear to practice'.

"When did you get here anyway?" She asked, 'finding' the shirt and covering the journal with it before walking to the bathroom.

"Recently." Hiruma answered.

"That tells me so much." Kris muttered sarcastically as she switched shirts an sat down against the door to scribble down the nightmare.

"I know." She heard him set down his cup on her desk and sigh. "Do you just not get the lesson or what?"

"It's Calculus, what is there to get?" She grumbled, dotting her last period in handwriting her mother would kill her over and putting her journal over her medicine cabinet. Hiruma didn't answer and Kris brushed her teeth and washed her face quickly before walking back out of her bathroom. Hiruma was scribbling on her Calculus paper and she rolled her eyes. "OCD," she accused, looking around for her shoes. One was under her school bag, the other... no clue.

"Sure, at least I know where my own shoes are." He sneered and watched her in amusement as she crawled all over her room, looking for her other sneaker.

"Hi-ru-ma!" Kris whined, breaking his name into it's syllables.

"It's right there." He rolled his eyes and Kris looked to where his finger was pointing.

"I so knew that." She grabbed her shoe and pulled it on before hugging him quickly and grabbing her school bag. "Let's go!" She grinned and quickly walked out her door and into the hall. "Hi, Ky. Bye, Ky." She greeted and was out the door.

"... what did you do to her? give her caffeine?" Kyle asked, looking up to see Hiruma placing his cup on the table.

"Nope, but it wasn't me, I'll tell you that much." Hiruma muttered. 'Or maybe it was... should I search for that blasted journal or ask her why she's being weird on my own...?' He wondered as he walked out the door and Kris grabbed his hand, pulling him along animatedly.