A/N Hey there! First I would like to apologize for not uploading this sooner…. It has been on my computer/notebook for a few months… sorry. Well now you know I'm no good at following my own deadlines -_- (Forget about the chapter preview from last time) - and (oooo) will be separating the parts for it wasn't clear last time.
Enjoy chapter 2!

Mamori had left the clubroom in tears. Her heart was lost somewhere between sadness and anger. She could not focus and subconsciously headed straight home. On her way, depressing thoughts attacked her mind. Hiruma really was just toying with her. What had happened earlier was proof enough. The demon having feelings? Yeah right, and pigs could fly. What was she expecting?

She brushed a tear away from her cheek. The girl would not continue to cry. That would only mean Hiruma had won and there was no way she was going to let him play with her emotions anymore. She was almost in front of her house when she stopped, realising something important was missing.

"My bag!" She exclaimed, face palming.

How stupid could she be? She had obviously left it in the clubroom. She could not go home without it; her homework was in it. She looked at her watch while biting her lower lip. Evening practice had probably started already. She most likely would not cross paths with Hiruma but nothing was sure. She sighed. Even the idea of meeting the blond teen right now was too much to bear. On the other side, she needed that bag badly. It was a risk to take. She finally turned around and hurried back to the football clubroom.

Upon reaching the door, she stopped and listened. Not a sound. She took a chance and peeked inside. No one. She felt relieve. Her bag was on the floor where she had dropped it, right in front of the comfy couch.

Once she retrieved it, she did not waste a second and left. Unfortunately, curiosity struck her a few steps away from the school gates. Was Sena ok? After all, she was not there to make sure Hiruma would not kill him or push him over his limits.

She hesitated a moment, stuck between the desire of running home and the concern she had for Sena. Her protective instincts won over her awakening cowardice.

She found a spot far enough from the field but where she could still see clearly what was going on. As expected, the captain was pushing the teens far beyond their limits. She gritted her teeth, fighting the need to interfere.

In a spark of awareness she immediately calmed down. She had just noticed Hiruma's awkward behavior. He was acting generally the same, screaming orders, threats or insults at the others, but his usual smirk was nowhere to be found. All his actions were mean and with no sympathy at all, but he did not seem to take any pleasure from it.

Concerned, Mamori stood there for a long moment in order to observe the scene. Slowly, she became conscious of what she was feeling. Hiruma had just played the most horrible trick on her. Yet, she was concerned about him. Not so long ago, she had decided to completely close her heart on him but now…

No, she refused. She refused to be that kind of girl. There was no way she could forgive him so easily. Her feelings were not his personal toys.

Giving the demon a last look, she finally left the school and headed home, this time, for good.

'' Don't slack off, fucking chibis!'' Hiruma shouted, firing his AK-47 in the air fearfully.

Practice was about over and everyone was getting tired. Hiruma had been particularly harsh and Mamori's absence was in no way helpful. Normally, she would confront Hiruma and allow the exhausted football players to rest a little.

It's only after 25 more laps of running around the field that Hiruma finally called off the practice, not that he had the choice anyway; the entire team except Musashi and him were lying on the ground totally out of energy.

''Tomorrow morning's practice is cancelled because of the first year's school trip. Be sure to be there in the evening though''

On that, Hiruma turned around and started walking towards the club room. A solid hand grabbed his shoulder forcing him to stop. He looked briefly behind him only to see Musashi's frowning face.

''What do you want fucking old man?'' Hiruma said, shaking the annoying hand off of him.

''I don't know what or who you are angry at, but taking it out on the team is not a good way to solve your problems'' The dark haired student said calmly.

Hiruma who was in no mood for receiving advices from anymore started walking again.

''Mind your own business'' he answered coldly to his friend who did not try to stop him this time.

The blond demon was raging again. What right did Musashi have to step against his training methods? Him, passing his anger on the team? Really? Ok maybe he did overdo it a little, but the kantou tournament was near and who knew what kind of monster they would meet there.

He made his way to the spacious clubroom rapidly. He threw his helmet in the changing room and got rid of all the protective equipment. He took a quick cold shower, intending to calm his nerves.

As the frozen water rain on his back, his mind allowed itself to wander off. He inevitably remembered the tears forming in the corner of Mamori's eyes earlier that day. He threw his head against the ceramic wall in the front of him. The sound of the shock resonated in the entire room.

''Idiot'' he murmured while gritting his teeth from both the pain and remorse. She was not the first who had cried because of him but something was strangely different with Mamori. He never had the intention to harm her. He shook his head as if to erase his current thoughts.

He knocked the shower off and proceeded to get dressed. In a t-shirt and blue jeans, he left before anyone else even had the time to reach the place.

What was he thinking now? His mind was possessed. That's it! possessed. No, that could not be right; a demon could not be possessed. Then what?

The sun was low and the school campus was getting dark. The flashy devil could finally wander in the darkness again, angry at Musashi for interfering with his practice, angry at the devil bats for being still so weak.

But, more than anything, angry at himself for falling in love so easily.

End of Chapter 2

A/N Sorry this is WAY shorter than the first one… First chapter was about 3000 words and this one is 1000…. *It's something*

Anyways

YAY CHAPTER 2!

I hope you liked it! If so please review it will encourage me to write more. (Thanks to VictoriaFirewraith, TheMostMysteriousGirl and Potential-Overlord for the reviews on chapter 1) If you find any spelling or grammar errors please PM me or write it in the reviews :D

Next chapter

CASINO this time for real it is mostly already written. I am simply not quite satisfied with it yet so I'll keep rewriting it until it gives an interesting result.

No deadlines this time….