Chapter Twenty Eight: An Obvious Lie
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The worried manager of the Deimon devilbats checked her watch and glanced anxiously around. The game to decide the winner of the Christmas Bowl was going to start within the hour and Hiruma had seemingly disappeared, a very unusual action so close to game time. She was just getting ready to start calling his numerous phones when a passing conversation caught her attention.
"That was fast. Nobody in the bathroom?" A teenage boy asked his friend.
Said friend jumped from one foot to another. "I haven't gone yet! There's some guy in there!"
"When has that ever stopped you?"
The boy shook his head vehemently. "You don't understand! This guy was crazy! He looked like one of those scary American bad guys you see in those movies and when I ran in there he shot at me! He actually shot at me! I nearly went right there!"
After that she had tuned out as she rushed to where the nervous teenager had come from.
Upon arriving at her destination she paused for a moment outside and stared momentarily at the sign on the door clearly indicating that it was in fact the entrance to the men's room. Steeling her nerves she pushed open the door and slipped inside, preparing herself and praying to whoever was up there that her assumption was not incorrect. Stepping into the empty bathroom she bent down low and looked under the row of stalls.
The sight of a familiar pair of legs captured her attention. Quickly she made her way into the one occupied stall, only to find the one and only demon quarterback bent foreword on his knees empting his stomach contents out into the toilet before him. Feeling the presence of someone standing behind him the blond teen glared up from his position.
The quarter American saw a quick flash of emotions ranging from relief that it was her to shame at being caught in such a moment of complete weakness. Then that persistent anxiety came speeding back, making his stomach feel like thousands of butterflies were let loose in his abdomen, and he returned his attention back to the porcelain bowl.
Not quite sure what to do, she hesitantly reached out and rubbed his back with one hand. When he didn't yell or push her hand away she decided to try to say something. "I think the meat that we ate was bad. I just did the exact same thing and Kuirta-kun looked like he was starting to feel a little unwell."
And even though both of them knew full well that his current position had nothing to do with the meat-which was perfectly fine- neither of them mentioned it.
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