I Stand Corrected - Part II
Hiruma's eyes bore into Akaba's before a sleezy smirk slide across his unique face.
"Ready?" the redhead said with a smirk that mirrored Hiruma's, nudging his sunglasses higher on the bridge of his nose. Sena wondered for a second why he was wearing them indoors, but there were more important things going on at the moment to care about it. The big number one was if Hiruma could win over Akaba, Sena hoping the desired victory would help the throb of defeat seem less.
"I just hope you're 'ready' to get pounded HARD," the threat slithered out of the blond's mouth easily.
Akaba just snorted before turning to the TV, both of them starring at the countdown before the cords started flying across the screen. Sena, who was sitting in a couch with Monta and Mamori, crossed his fingers and leaned forward in hope of Hirmua's victory. Monta was also leaning forward in intent on the 'epic battle' and so neither of them noticed Mamori roll her pretty American-blue eyes.
"Why, is yet another Devil Bat getting beat? Ha-HA!" Akaba laughed out harshly as his score started to climb faster then the quarterback's, Hiruma's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.
"Shit, damn, FUCK!" Hiruma only said curses, knowing that even if his hands were just as skilled as Akaba's, probably even more, it just wasn't in this particular field. Akaba was strumming on that guitar of his 24/7, how could he measure up to that even with his crazy finger skills?
So, since he wasn't an idiot who dwells in denial, Hiruma knew that it would just keep going downhill and victory was at a perminent 0%.
Without thinking twice, Hiruma took away his hands from the plastic's buttons and stopped his strumming, prefering to grab the device around the top of it's skinny neck with both hands.
"Don't you DA-" Mamori's threat to stop came a second too late. Hiruma would have probably ignored it if he had time to spare anyway.
Because nothing could hault the smiling teen-maniac from swinging that plastic guitar and breaking it right over Akaba's colorful haired head.
Since it was only plastic, Akaba blinked and regained his vision after a few seconds before whirling on Hiruma and using his own plastic guitar to slap the blond in the face, breaking his in half too. Obviously not pleased (as the deep growl and narrowed eyes suggested) Hiruma pulled a pistol from the back of his pants and cocked the trigger, making Akaba's eyes widen before he went to his knees, bowing down to the taller football player. He wasn't a coward, but he knew pride meant nothing if you were dead.
"Didn't I say you would get pounded?" Hiruma cackled with a face splitting grin, sharp teeth gleaming like polished gems.
Monta all-out laughed at the scene, Sena cried out over his broken guitar (he really should have known not to let Hiruma borrow it in hindsight), and Mamori simply popped a cream puff into her mouth before beginning to rub Sena's back sympathetically.
Akaba, all the while, guessed it was karma.
A/N: Because Jillian Leonhart said it would be cool if it there was a Hiruma vs. Akaba guitar-battle and I thought so too :P