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Warning: Hiruma and Agon… Cursing, blackmail, you might get some nose-bleeds, hinted pairings, fighting, alcohol, ect.
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BTW: This chapter is just for laughs. The matches will start soon.
GreenOnBlack : Girls don't need to play football. They have powerpuff.
KitsuneDango : If your a Shin/Sena fangirl, you might want to stay away from this chapter.
yayubaru1 : ...Mamori. Fetch.
Holy Star : I have fun writing him, so, for now, don't think. Just enjoy. It's when people think that things start to unravel, and the loose threads will stay forever apart, right?
Pie-chan: I want to wrap up all my stories before summer ends. Once and for all. Sena is a boy that looks cute when mistaken as a girl. Not the other way around.
cristina : Wow. I made that mistake? Whoops. But yes, Kakei does not know the difference between 'Oujou's Sena' and 'Waitress Sena'.
Stargazer: I'm going to keep this a nano-meter away from the border-line of shonen-ai. Enjoy
Reader One : I love your reviews
Infinitechange : Hope you like this one
Tony: Thank you. It actually means something.
eternal she-wolf : Well, he can't be perfect, he's human after all.
Sachiel Angelo : Sakuraba? It gets better.
doodle808 :Angst? What angst? Sena's not angst, what are you talking about? (Run, Sena, Run!)And Kakei is not oblivious, he just needs to learn the difference between 'friends', 'enemies', and well, 'Love'. He will, one day.
daemonkieran : I wrote it, how do you think I was? Thank god I was at home instead of some place where people might try to put me in the isolation chambers...
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The unnecessary chill rolled down his spine as he nervously glanced around. Everything was going fine! They had won their match with the Pirates, he was going out with Sakuraba to the arcade tomorrow after practice, and they were going to battle some other team that were the semi-finalists.
The chill quickly disappeared as the male gulped.
"Sena, are you alright?" Shin's strong voice grasped the male and strangled him out of his thoughts.
"Y-yes," the male said turning to his upper-classmen, as he gulped.
"Are you sure?" the male asked, "You've been shivering ever since we finished the game."
"What?" Takami shoved the linebacker aside and bent down to Sena's level, wrinkles of concern decorating his face like mud, as he studied him hard, raising his hand to measure the brunet's head.
"N-No! I'm fine, Takami-san!" Sena blushed darkly as he began shaking his hands in front of him.
"Are you sure?" he asked, "Well, you certainly feel fine-"
"WHY ARE YOU FEELING SENA UP?" the scream erupted out of Wakana, and that seriously scared the shit-load out of everyone else.
"W-We're not," Sakuraba inwardly groaned, silently wondering why he was stuck with this kind of a team.
Meanwhile, Shogun quietly wondered why it wasn't Wakana that was in the football team.
"Bando Spiders?" Sena looked up from innocently blasting someone's head off to Sakuraba. Who wondered silently how anyone could remain innocent in the middle of this kind of games.
"Yeah, we're against them next week," the male replied easily, "30 points," he almost grinned as he shot someone's head off.
"What?" Sena's attention returned to the game as he sliced three heads off with a fatal swoop, "90 points," he called just as easily.
"They have last year's MVP," the receiver said, sticking his tonge out the corner of his mouth in some form of concentration.
"Oh, is that so?"
"Yeah, he's also 'Eyeshield 21' or something like that," the male said.
"Eyeshield 21?" the brunet repeated, already getting twitchy.
"Hah! 120 points!" Sakuraba called out happily, "Yeah, it's the title given to the worst runner in the decade... Or at least that's what Takami-san says."
"Really?" eyes went wide, and started to fill up like a well.
"Yeah, that's what Takami-san was talking about, right?" the two males, finishing the round, looked at each other, Sakuraba staring into watery chocolate brown eyes, alarmed, "Sena-kun?"
I suck that badly? The male thought in complete astonishment.
"I... I guess that's to be expected up," the male sniffled, "Since... I'm horrible at... A-American Football," he sobbed, "I'm sorry, Sakuraba-san!"
"N-No, I mean, I," the male stopped, "Wait, what's wrong?"
"H-H-Hiruma-san..." the running-back sniffled more and a cold shudder raced down the receiver's back.
Needless to say, this conversation went right to Takami the following hour.
You see, Takami Ichiro has developed... something for one Kobayakawa Sena.
It was... a brother's complex.
Yes, yes, it is very... difficult to deal with this kinds of things, as it's one of the things you just naturally act upon. Where you act first and think later.
But the problem with... Takami's problem, was in fact, that he can think and act at the same time.
Yes, this seems improbable, but this is the truth.
Brother complexes makes you act in a very particular action.
"Hiruma, what the hell did you fucking do to Sena?" when Takami said this, with the cold expression on his face as he attempted to freeze the room, everyone in the room, and almost half of all the school grounds, Hiruma was not affected.
In fact, he laughed it off, "Sorry, fucking four-eyes," he said happily, "I'm not telling you any-"
"Hiruma!" the yell came as someone came in, the Apocalypse itself.
Oh wait, that was Mamori Anezaki.
With a broom in her hand.
Oh dear.
"What did you do to Sena?" she demanded, the voice low and husky, as Takami's glasses halfway fell off his nose as he gaped like a fish.
So that was Sena's sister that the boy was babbling about? He could see why Sena would never, ever try to disappoint... her.
Hiruma, who seemed more serious than before, tried to laugh, "What's wrong with you, fucking manager?" he grinned.
"Sena," she growled, "What the-"
Kobayakawa shrank away as he slowly made his way to the football field, not wanting to soil what was left of his innocence as he tried to ignore the vulgar language that fell out of both Takami and Mamori like a crazy waterfalls.
Shuddering slightly, he began running laps with the Deimon football members, wondering if it was okay for a joint practice...
Naturally, Sena ran ahead of everyone at his jogging 5.0 speed as he calmly jogged around the football field in his Oujou training clothes.
"So, Sena," Riku said as he ran next to him, "Why were you playing for Deimon during the American match?" he asked easily, as the male almost fell over.
"R-Riku-nee?"
"Oh come on, did you really think I didn't know?" he asked, completely taken off-guard.
"Oh... Um..." the stammer and stuttering that came from the, before he sighed deeply, "Hiruma blackmailed me."
"What that little-"
"Oh, you too?" Juumonji, who had somehow caught up to the pair said simply as Sena gasped and Riku was ignored, "Hey," he greeted with a small grin.
"I'm so sorry!" Sena screamed before sprinting forward with his full 4.2 speed.
"Man, that run surprises me every time I see it," the male whispered as he continued to watch the male keep the speed up.
"Sena!" Riku yelled and turned to glare at the taller male, "Don't you dare go near him. Ever," he growled out dangerously as the ex-delinquent raised his arms up in a surrendering position.
"Whoa, I'm just trying to thank him, chill," he said.
"And don't you dare. Tell. Anyone. That he was playing for us," the white-haired male opened his eyes wide as he if was trying to intimidate him.
Well, he was creeping him out.
"Okay," the white-haired male said easily, "I'm not stupid. I have enough common sense as to those kinds of things," the two continued jogging side-by- side.
In the far distance, "MUKYA!" and "A-ha-ha!" as well as a familiar, "Hie! I'm so sorry!" was heard.
The pair chose to ignore it.
"Besides," Juumonji turned his head slightly to stare at the brunet, who was actually getting along well with his teammates, and chuckled lightly at the sight of Kuroki and Toganou talking about something, probably another game or manga, "I'm going to fight him at the Christmas Bowl, right?"
Riku blinked. And then twitched.
When had those two developed that kind of a relationship?
"Whoa! Juumonji!" Toganou said, seems to be that Riku and Juumonji really slowed down as Sena blasted past them.
"Sena!" Riku called, but the male was already out of ear-shot, he sighed.
"I'm not blushing!" Juumonji's scream made the white-haired, irritated male turn over.
"Aw... Kazu-chan has a cru-"
"If you finish that sentence I swear to god I'm going to slam your head against the ground," the dark look that came out of his mouth, and his two best friends rolled over in laughter.
"Whatever you say, Juumonji," Toganou laughed roughly, "We're stay with you no matter what, don't worry."
The pale male's pink face turned darker.
"And in case you need 'help' too!" Kuroki continued laughing.
Juumonji turned into an unhealthy red color.
His two best friends continued running away from him as Riku said, in a very, very low whisper, "If you come near my little brother," he said, eyes flashing dangerously, "I will fucking rip you apar-"
"R-R-Riku-nee?" the pair turned around to see innocent, wide brown eyes.
Had he actually heard some form of vulgarity come out of his brother's mouth?
"Sena?" the white-haired male turned to him and broke into a grin, "Wanna hit the arcade with me tomorrow?" he asked.
Juumonji sweat-dropped at the bi-polar male.
The smaller male blushed furiously and nodded, "O-Okay!"
The ex-delinquent muttered under his breath, "Brother Complex," he coughed once before turning to start running before their captain came down and shoot at them.
Again.
"I don't have a brother's complex!" Riku screamed in fustration.
"Riku-nee has a brother complex?" Sena gaped, "He must be so cool," the sparkles in his eyes were unmistakable.
"No, wait Sena-"
"Oh, so... I'm the only one that doesn't know about Riku-nee's older brother," he sniffled.
Riku, who was now desperately trying to clear up the mess, as the paler male ran off, leaving the other two behind as he vaguely saw three people come out of the clubhouse.
All three somewhat still intact with themselves, Juumoji sighed softly.
Sena had misunderstood it all once more, hasn't he?