LP: Same shit here. Don't own it, bleh bleh bleh. You get the drift.
Day two. And what a day it was. Sena woke up, went through his morning ritual to get himself ready for school. Monta met him outside his house as usual and the two raced their ways to school, Sena winning easily as could be expected. They went through practice at the end of the day and Hiruma waited till everyone had left save him and Sena. He'd gotten Mamori to leave by a stupid...sorry, student coucil meeting. Those guys were so easy to bully it should be a crime (never mind that if anyone knew how he 'convinced' them, it would be a crime).
"Oooooh!! Younee, is practice starting soon?" Suzuna asked. She skated into the clubhouse with her pompoms clutched to her chest and a broad smile on her face. As usual she wore the devil bat's cheerleading outfit...Sena really wondered if the girl had anything else to wear than that. Her smile shifted to Hiruma's evil grin in a heartbeat as she looked to Sena. Of course the weight of so much evil and so scary the grins, Sena couldn't help but shrink back, doing his best to keep himself from just running.
Hiruma's grin widdened as he watched his running back. "YA-HA! Penalty game, START! Get changed for practice, fuckin pipsqueak!" he announced.
Sena shifted between his feet. "Ahh...Hiruma...I never changed out of my uniform since--" his protest was cut short by one of Hiruma's long fingers wiggling back and forth as if saying 'tut tut'. Sena's round eyes travelled from the loong fringer to Hiruma. Before the poor little running back could prepare himself or try to understand Hiruma pulled out the uniform he meant. One that looked suspiciously like...oh god...
"Keh, I never said what kind of training. Now get changed and don't hold up the practice!" he snapped. "Follow her orders," he said, nodding his head in Suzuna's direction, that naughtly little hair antenna. And yes, ohhh yes. That uniform...yep. It was THAT uniform...one looking painfully like Suzuna's, tail and wings included. A set of pompoms to match. The question was though, was Sena more afraid of public humiliation that this outfit would cause...or the devil himself.
Obvious answer. Sena sadly took the uniform from Hiruma and hung his head as he scurried off to the lockers to change. It took all his will power to ignore the conjoined evil cackles.
Once the running back was out of ear shot Suzuna looked up at Hiruma. "Muhh...Younee...I doubt Sena will make a good cheerleader...I'm sure it'll fit him...but I just don't think he has the upper body strength," she said, pursing her lips. Amusing, that it would be...but Sena would probably slow practice down. Not only that though...poor Sena probably would be shy infront of the crowd that came to watch the cheerleaders practice. Boys seemed to enjoy all the cute girls in skimpy outufits, Suzuna liked to flatter herself in thinking she was one of those cute girls they were staring at. Ignoring the fact that she was as flat as an ironing board.
Hiruma remained silent a long moment, looking a little thoughtful before he grinned. "Strength training," was all he said before he began walking off to the field. Might as well get himself a good place to sit and film it all. He would bring Cerberus along to chase people that tried to come between his camera and little Sena. After all, what better blackmail material could he get than Sena in a short skirt and shorts? None that he could think of at the moment. Of course ignoring the fact that Sena never needed to be...convinced in that sort of way to do anything, but just in case. Besides, Hiruma had to make certain the fuckin manager didn't see. Ohhh, Mamori would just give him shit for hours if she saw Sena in a cheerleading outfit. Frankly he had more time to blackmail fake meeting for the idiot bregade, more commonly known as the student council, than he had time to listen to her bitching him out.
He settled himself on the grass and leaned back, camera in hand and laptop sitting beside him on the grass. He watched boredly as the girls filed out onto the field. He couldn't hear what they were giggling about, but he could certainly tell when Suzuna told them Sena would be joining them. There were conjoined squeals and giggles. When Sena actually stepped onto the field...oh it just got better. The only words he could understand from where he sat was 'Omigawd he looks sooo cuuuuute!' Ah, priceless.
The running back ran onto the field, apologizing for being late. He held the pompoms to his chest in an attempts to hide, and a shy blush covered his cheeks.
It took Suzuna shouting and waving her pompoms threateningly to get the girls to calm down enough for her to tell them what routines they would be practicing. Hiruma lost interest then and there, the only thing he paid attention to was taping Sena hopping around and trying miserably to do as he was told. Needless to say he was having trouble lifting girls in the air and Suzuna seemed quite eager to have him repeatedly lift her up.
Before he knew it, practice was over, Sena looking extremely tuckered out with his arms hanging at his sides like dead weight. Suzuna was probably heavier than she looked...little twig. Apparently Sena didn't have the upper body strength required to be a cheerleader.
Hiruma folded up his laptop, turned off his video camera, and followed Sena back to the clubhouse. He waited with his back to the door for Sena to shower and change, but Sena did only that before passing out on the clubhouse bench in the locker room.
Well...that kinda put a little kink in his plan to mock Sena a little. Hmm...to leave him there or not? He could leave Sena...or he could wake him...or just haul him home. Let's look at the problem with each plan, shall we? If he left Sena, Mamori may be the one to stumble upon him. She would then give Hiruma an earful for over working Sena. No. If he woke Sena, chances were he'd go right back to sleep or would fall asleep while running home. No, that wouldn't do either. But if he took Sena home he would look kind...and caring. He didn't too much like that one. But the last one put Sena and his poor eardrums at ease. Thus, he hefted Sena onto his back and grabbed his own bag. Sena could return later for his own things.
Now, the fact that Hiruma knew where Sena lived was not weird or creepy in the slightest. He needed to know where everyone lived incase he needed to hunt...er...find his teammates to remind them of practice.
So he carried the little running back all the way home. He knocked once on Sena's front door, but didn't wait for an answer and simply barged in. Sena's mother gave him a rather startled look, either surprised by Hiruma's rudeness or her sun unconcious on a stranger's back.
Now the fact that he knew the layout of the house was not weird or creepy in the slightest. He needed to know the quickest ways in and out of the house. Again incase he needed to jog a few memories without parents kicking him out.
He dropped the running back onto his bed rather uncerimoniously. It was rather uncaring treatment considering how carefully he'd been carrying Sena home. He leapt to the windowsill and ignored the horrified gasp Sena's mother gave before he leapt out the window. He smirked to himself as he walked off. His legs were well trained for such harsh treatment, and no one could blame the woman for being shocked. They were on the second floor after all.
Sena woke when Hiruma dropped him and he looked curiously at his mother, wiping sleep from his eyes. Had he been fully awake to witness Hiruma's leap he too would've been half hanging out the window with his still stunned mother.