It didn't take a month to get out! Anyway, this is the real climax of the story... so basically the plot is going to be on a bullet train downhill after this I guess. And you thought that the first time Kris kissed Hiruma was going to be the most affecting part of the story... didn't ya? I guess this is a two climax story. Fun, eh?

Disclaimer: Riichiro Inagaki and Yusuke Murata masterminded Eyeshield 21 and it's psychotic plot at the moment (oxygen capsules, ftw?!) so it belongs to them. I can't twist a tale like they can, wish I could though. T'would be awesome... oh, and the song that Hiruma sings is a part from Anger Management (though they did not originally write the song) which I had no hand in creating either... another amazing thing that I have no association with other than being in the audience.

Morning practice passed quickly and Kris soon found that rotary motion in her left shoulder was not going to work for throwing in afternoon practice. She had mentioned it to Hiruma only for him to toss her a tube of Icy-Hot. A few people asked her why she smelled like mint throughout the day but at least the stuff dulled the pain.

Now in afternoon practice, Kris ran to and fro, picking up footballs and tossing them back to Hiruma with her right hand, still finding motion with her left shoulder stiff. Every time Monta dropped a ball to catch another that was missiling through the air at him, she was there to scoop it up and throw it back where Coach Wolfe caught it and hiked it to Hiruma so that Mamori could work on some paperwork and Kurita could work with his linemen.

"You fuckers have five minutes for a fucking water break!" Hiruma yelled, pulling off his helmet. Sweat trickled down his neck and the sides of his face as he grabbed a water bottle from the bench.

"Hiruma." Kris called and Hiruma turned in just enough time to catch the towel about to hit his face.

"It's called fucking handing. It's a thing that doesn't almost hit people in the face, damn mutt." Hiruma shot her a glare as she smiled with a shrug and walked past him to sit with her dad, brushing his shoulder with hers lightly.

"So why've you been using your right arm more, lately?" Wolfe asked casually.

"Erm..." Kris sipped her water nervously.

"The summer rains have been fucking with her shoulder." Hiruma covered for her, standing behind her and using her head for a table for his water.

"So she hasn't gotten injured or anything since she got here?"

"What could she possibly do besides trip over her own feet to hurt herself?" Hiruma snickered only to receive an elbow to the thigh; which would have connected with his crotch if he hadn't leaned to the right at that moment. "Mutt..." he warned.

"Oops?" She kept her head the way it was so that his water wouldn't fall but she was grinning a bit, his lies were perfect.

"No playing football, or fighting?" Wolfe asked, noticing a few small scars on her arms that were barely noticeable.

"Nah, she's too much of a 'Daddy's Girl' to do any of that crap." Hiruma shook his head.

"I know." Wolfe grinned. "But you never know at her age."

"I know exactly what you mean." Hiruma said, taking a sip of his water and nudging her with his knee.

"Shut it." She snapped, but she was grinning. Wolfe watched them exchange a few insults before Hiruma let out a sigh and said:

Alright, you can have the last fucking word."

"Finally smartening up." Kris commented, leaning back against his legs. Hiruma had been inconspicuously unscrewing his water bottle's top and suddenly dumped it on her as he jumped back so that none got on him and she fell backwards, landing shoulders first and hard. Wolfe laughed as he watched Hiruma run away with Kris hot on his tail. Exactly as the five minutes ended, Hiruma stopped suddenly and Kris slammed into his back, falling back onto her butt with a short: "oomph!"

"Practice over brats! We face Taiyo tomorrow!" Hiruma called to the team who were lazing around in the grass.

"Alright MAX!" Monta yelled ecstatically, drowning out the general cry of enthusiasm around him. The team rushed off to the change rooms, leaving Hiruma, Coach Wolfe and an in pain Kris.

"Bastard..." Kris kicked Hiruma's legs out from under him and watched him fall to the ground satisfactorily.

"Bitch..." Hiruma tossed some grass at her.

"Enough children." Coach Wolfe sighed and held out a hand to Kris as Hiruma stood and headed for the change room. Kris grasped his hand with her left and supported her self off the ground with her right arm. Wolfe pulled her close to him and stretched the collar of her short over to her shoulder and immediately frowned, it was red and swollen again but it wasn't as bad as it had been after this morning's practice. Not that the small piece of information would have earned her any points. "I know injuries and this is not something that happens from the weather..." Wolfe's eyes pieced Kris as he searched her eyes for the truth that Hiruma had completely thrown out of his story of why her shoulder hurt. "You've been playing." Wolfe accused, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes even more.

"N... no I..." but she couldn't lie to him, Hiruma had known that and that is the reason he had stepped in. "... yeah." She winced when he took a breath and opened his mouth, waiting for his reaction.

"God, Kristen... I can't believe you'd do that! No, wait, I can." He nodded, then shook his head before flipping out his phone. He hadn't yelled or anything, just an exclamation of surprise. But none-the-less, Kris felt tears brimming her eyes that she had disappointed him.

"Wh-what are you doing...?" She whispered, looking at the cellular device like it was a gun and sitting down heavily on the bench, suddenly feeling very tired.

"Ordering a plane ticket."

"You're leaving...?"

"For you." Kris felt time stop for a second then speed into fast forward.

"No!" She protested, standing and grabbing for his phone.

"Kris, I told you not to a billion times! What did I say, what did the doctors say... what did you say?!"

"Don't; don't; I won't... but so what?! You're always like this! You praise me for doing something good and then when someone else thinks it's dangerous you jerk it away and tell me: 'no, it's too dangerous...'!"

"Kris..." he rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger wearily. "It became dangerous for you, you got hurt and never let it heal."

"It was fine!"

"No, it wasn't, Kris! It wasn't fine for me and Nick to be worried sick in the hospital every Saturday and Sunday. Wondering if you'd even be able to use your left arm again, wondering if you'd have problems breathing from your ribcage getting broken..." Wolfe's eyes softened then became hard again. "You're acting like I'm at fault but I'm just trying to protect you... I thought that Kyle was on my side when I sent you here, he had told me that there wasn't anything to worry about football-wise when I sent you here... maybe he didn't think there was, I don't know! But I do know that you're going to be on a plane as soon as the Taiyo game is over, maybe before then!" Kris was staring at her dad's face, wanting to look through it and see his thoughts. He had never yelled at her before. Always with a calm and quiet voice that had the force of a steel wall to push her back in line. But never in the seventeen years she had lived, had he ever had the need to yell at her.

"I'm... I'm sorry." Kris bit her lip and looked down.

Wolfe suddenly looked ashamed but tried to keep up the look that he was mad at her.

"Fuckin' Coach." Hiruma's voice sounded from behind him and Wolfe turned to give him a steady stare. "C'mere." He ordered, crooking a finger to signal him over. Wolfe stared at him for a few more seconds before walking over to stand with the teen who was only half out of his uniform, his uniform pants were still on but he'd changed his jersey and pads for a black t-shirt.

Kris watched them for a few seconds, they circled slowly as they talked. If they knew that they did so, she'd never know; but she saw them as two dogs about to fight. Hiruma sneered a few times and Coach Wolfe gave him a few glares. Mid-way through their chat Wolfe raised his voice and lifted Hiruma off the ground by the front of his shirt. Kris had started forward but Hiruma had held up his hand to her. Wolfe's face fell after Hiruma spoke again and he dropped him to the ground, taking a step back. They didn't resume their circling but talked more; near the end of their chat Wolfe asked a question that made Hiruma's ears twitch in annoyance before answering back. Wolfe's brow furrowed before he finally broke his brandy colored eyes away from Hiruma's oceanic gaze and he started walking back towards Kris.

"What, that's not the answer you wanted!" Hiruma called after him; not asking, but stating it.

"Let's go, Kris." He rested his large hand on her shoulder and turned her away.

"What were you two talking about?" She asked curiously, looking back at Hiruma who was making his way to the change room.

"Nothing..." he said with an ending note to his voice which made her fear asking him anymore questions. Like if she was still going home. When they reached Kyle's, Kris went to her room as Wolfe sat on the couch to wait for Kyle to get home from work.

"Ugh, this isn't fair..." Kris muttered, flopping on her bed and hugging her pillow to her face. Her phone buzzed with a crecendoing beep that told her she had a voice mail. "... No one called me." She stated in confusion, calling her mailbox.

You have one unheard message, received at: 5:02 PM.

"You knew about her body and yet you still let her play?" Wolfe's voice played across the line.

"She didn't get hurt until some bastard pulled bull shit in a game." Hiruma's voice answered back.

"But even after that!"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"... She loves the damn game. She's got passion for it that rivals the damn porker's size" Hiruma's voice had a slight sneer to it.

"I know, but that doesn't mean that she should play!"

"Let her stay then."

"Wh-" Hiruma cut him off.

"Let her fucking stay, and I swear to you, she will not play football until you deem it appropriate... and your wife won't find out about Hawaii." Hiruma stated, the sneer in his voice back.

"Wh... what the... nothing happened in Hawaii!" Wolfe growled, there was a rustle of clothing, that was the part when Wolfe had grabbed the front of Hiruma's shirt and lifted him off the ground.

Hiruma chuckled, "you want to call it 'nothing'? Fine, but I'm sure your wife will think differently." Wolfe sighed resignedly in response.

"... do you love her?" this must have been the question that made Hiruma's ears twitch. Kris could hear her heart beating hard against her chest.

"What the hell kind of question is that?" Hiruma sounded as if it had caught him off guard.

"Do. You love. My daughter?" Wolfe pressed.

"... Yeah..." Hiruma answered. "What, that's not the answer you wanted!" the phone clicked and asked if she wanted to save or delete the message, she pressed 9 for save and closed her phone shakily.

He brother's voice rose defensively from the living room.

There was a tap on her window and she looked over to see Hiruma tapping his fingers against the pane. She bounded over to the window and unlocked it quickly before shoving it up with Hiruma's help on the other side. He climbed through and shut it, turning back to her room only to meet her lips. Tears had run for a short while during the course of the message and Hiruma raised his hand to wipe them away.

"What was that for?" Hiruma asked when she pulled away and hugged him.

"I love you, too." She whispered next to his ear with her head on his shoulder.

"You'd better, I'm putting all my cards on the table right now." He stated when he heard the exclamation of Kyle's:

"They're what?!" From the living room.

"Oh... shit..." Kris muttered, biting her lip and burying her face deeper in Hiruma's neck.

"Stay like this..." He murmured, running his hand that wasn't around her waist through the back of her hair. Kris looked back at her door when the heavy footsteps started down the hall. Her grip on him tightened slightly when the door banged open and she turned in Hiruma's arms to greet Kyle with a shy smile as he stared at them, amazement written across his face.

"He... wasn't lying...?" Kyle stared from Kris's face to Hiruma's (whose chin was resting on Kris's shoulder) then his eyes rested on Hiruma's hands that rested on her stomach. "You betrayed me." He looked at Hiruma with a hurt expression. A horrified expression taking its place as he remembered all the hours that Kris and Hiruma had spent in her room, alone, while he was at work.

"How?" Hiruma asked, moving so that he only had one arm around her waist and the other rested in his pocket casually as he stood next to her. "Did I ever tell you we weren't involved? Did I ever say we wouldn't become involved?" Hiruma asked, his eyes flashing defensively.

"N... I... get out." Kyle stated.

"Did you forget our little secret?" Hiruma smirked. Kris could see the quirk of his mouth in her peripheral vision. Kyle was silent, then he looked down. "Exactly..." Hiruma laughed slightly and Kris looked at him, pleading with her eyes for him to tone his torture down a bit. He shook his head. "So unless you want the police to hear about it and the various others, I'd suggest you just accept it and move on. You know that if you go to jail, then the mutt leaves. I've got your old man letting her stay for now..."

"How can I?! You're one of the last people I'd want her to date! You're one of the last people I'd think she would want to... hell I didn't even think you were interested in skirts!" Kyle shot back, now turning his look of betrayal and horror to Kris who flinched and averted her eyes.

"Kyle..." she sighed.

"No... I don't want to hear it." He shook his head. "We used to be so close..." he muttered, taking a step back. "You told me everything, you never kept the slightest detail of your life from me..."

"You moved." She muttered softly.

"What...?"

"You moved." She repeated, looking up with a frown and raising her voice a notch. "You left me, Kyle. That lost you your rights to be a part of my life." Kris bit her bottom lip nervously.

"I... Kris..."

"What gave you the right to think we could pick right back up again? After nine years..."

"Well, the fact that-"

"We're brother and sister? for God's sake, we're almost five years apart." Kris laughed and shook her head, stepping forward. "I'm seventeen Kyle, I've already failed at the game of love once and I'm prepared to fail again if your horrified look is any prediction of the future of Hiruma and mine's relationship." Kris said.

"What do you...?"

"Lank. Long story short, broke my heart and I don't hold grudges. Ask Hiruma for the Broadway play or something, I'm sure he'd give it to you." She snapped icily.

"Kris..." Kyle started but stopped and glared at Hiruma again. "Hiruma... she doesn't know what she's getting herself into..."

"What exactly is it that she's getting herself into?" Hiruma asked with a honestly curious expression.

"You." Kyle replied with a growl.

"Aw... she knows what she's got on her plate. Besides, she made the first move." Hiruma winked with a saucy grin. Kyle had never seen Kris blush before, now he had.

"You...?" Kyle sighed and gritted his teeth.

"Sing with me, damn Wolfe... I feel pretty, oh so pretty..." Hiruma teased Kyle's lack of control over his anger.

"Shut the fuck up!" Kyle snarled and launched himself at Hiruma. Hiruma pushed Kris onto her bed before disappearing out the window with Kyle right after him.

"Did I just hear a dog attack someone outside?" Wolfe asked as Kris stood quickly and looked out the window.

"N-no... Kyle's after Hiruma."

A/N:

Is the phrase: "HULK SMASH!" Running through anyone elses head? Just me? Huh...

If you're wondering, picture a pissed off Banba running after Hiruma. That's pretty much what's happening wiht Kyle. ;D

Fun, fun, fun 'til her daddy took her T-bird away... ( that song doens't belong to me either D: )