Devilish Angel, Angelic Devil

-Ai wo Itama-

(Love Hurts)

A/N: Yessh! At last! My eighth Chapter up! Thanks again for the reviews! I was surprised that there are guys who read this…Yeah thank notes will go at the bottom. ^^, And by the way, the poem below was written by me…if want you can review this (hey I was really surprised when someone did actually review thanks!) on with the story…

*Start*

Winds are different.

So are people, diverse.

Winds pass

like an unknown being swiftly pacing.

So, do strangers,

walking down the street.

Winds hurt,

Its chilling presence does bite.

People mar

As emotions they play.

Windless nights.

Empty space.

Winds blow,

Memories flood in.

And I smile…

Winds are powerful.

They remind.

They tell stories long forgotten.

    Yes, the wind tells a story. It brings memoirs as it passes us. True that winds are different especially to each one of us. This is life. Despite this discrepancy, we still learn to accept each other.

*

    Mitsui clutched the fragile person with him. It hurts to know the truth that this person is not a human. It was also so overwhelming to know that he never knew pain; all along, he was a devil. He ran his hands on those silky brown locks.

Stand strong.

It is not important who you are but what you are in this trial.

    The two walked together towards Kogure's residence. It was not far from where they were as of this moment. Mitsui kept his arm on one of Kogure's shoulder. The other just stared at the pavement until they finally reached the house.

    "Goshinsetsu ni arigato," [Thanks for your kindness] Kogure said in a low tone.

    "Hm? Why?"

    "You try to understand me. I'm grateful…but why do you do this?" those hazel eyes showed only a desire for an answer, "I am not worthy of your understanding."

    Mitsui looked at him and cupped one of Kogure's cheeks, "Everyone is entitled to it."

*

(Up in heaven)

"Yes! Credit for you, Mitsui!" Fujima happily said while settling himself on a fluffy cloud [A/N::: cough:: poll: who is more angelic Kogure or Fujima? (I bet on Kogure! Joke! ::Cowers under lethal virus04's murderous stare]

"Well Ryo-chin, what do you think will he do with our little oni [demon]?"

"Don't ask me. Who knows he might be uh…trying to fix the guy…er…Kogure…"

"Think so?"

"Will, you give Mitcchy credit for that?"

"Maybe? I just hope he will stand strong enough."

-

"It's Lucifer's wish anyway. I bet you can do it."

The other ran his hand through spiky hair, "Oh Toru, you know I wouldn't resist. With a bod like that…well, too bad he isn't the one I crave for."

"Shut up and just do the job will you?"

"Oh all right Toru. But be sure I can do anything I want, ne?"

"Go ahead Sendoh. Just be sure you finish him off."

**

    Sendoh grinned to himself; this task was going to be quite enjoyable after all. Slowly, he brought himself to the locker rooms of the Shohoku basketball team. It was late evening and this was perfect for his plan. He knew that the person was still there and was busy in doing something else…

Toru's Plan:

Target: Mitsui Hisashi

Age: 19

Gender: male

Goal: get rid of him

Actions: anything would do, avoid making target conscious of taken action. Make sure everything turns out perfectly. In case of interference do necessary actions.

Sendoh's Interpretation:

Subject: Mitsui Hisashi

Age: 19

Gender: male

Goal: screw him

Actions: any technique would do, avoid rushing it and enjoy it fully. Make sure to have a good time and be sure of everything is straightforward perfect. In case it is not enough screwing, do oblige to do it again.

~

    Mitsui wandered to the basketball locker rooms. He was there finishing a report due the next day and thus, he had to stay late in school. Great, now that he needed his bag for those overly sized books did his bag disappear.

    Because you had a basketball practice genius. Well he had to resort into going back to the locker rooms. The locker rooms…with an extra occupant.

    Mitsui entered the room and halted at the doorway, "There's something fishy about this room. Or is it just the scent of the other members of the team after practice? Oh well…" He immediately stopped his thinking, picked up the red bag purposely and neatly hung on the bag holders on his right. He knew someone placed it there because when he rushed to the library to get there before it closes, he left his bag in a complete mess.

    "Tsk, tsk. Good thing Kogure-kun has the niceness to fix up your things neatly. Isn't he too good to be true? You know who he really is right?"

    "Huh? W-who are you?"

    "Until now you still don't me? Too bad, I should also focus on other players too…I always guard Rukawa too much for myself…oops…Koshy will be angry at me again"

    "Sendoh Akira, number seven, Ryonan High Ace Basketball player?"

    "Perfect!" Sendoh smiled to Hisashi. Then he bagan staring at Mitsui intently. Mitsui became uneasy at this look from Akira. "What do you want? Rukawa isn't here nor is anyone eligible for a one-on-one."

    "I'm not after a one-on-one. I'm after you."

~

tbc…

Akako: okaaaay… so there u have it. How was the interpretation of sendoh? ^^, really perversed…

Sendoh: ulgh…I never knew I wanted to screw someone that bad.

Akako: ehe…so what? You're a hentai anyway…

Sendoh: Says who?

Akako: me. :D bye minna-san! promise I'll update soon…