Author's note:
After publishing the last chapter I got some reviews.
SuzuranCrow23 you can't possibly imagine how grateful I am for your sentences. When I woke up I was just so happy and completely delighted. I have a surprise for you in this chapter. I hope you will like it as much as I do.
You have my respect even if you never review again... although it would be pleasant. :$
Again thank you and enjoy the story. :)
Yamidori your review came out of nowhere just when I wasn't expecting it. It hit me full force. I am happy you reviewed and I thank you so very much. Please continue reading.
JULI You are my favorite. I was wondering if you are still around and kickin' :) I guess you are. And I am just so happy you review all the time. When you mentioned Kiriko I will probably use her again, she is quite well formed side character and I find her absolutely amusing in her bitchiness. :) And when you said the last chapter was a little rushed I haven't even realized it! I was just so busy thinking when writing it and when I reread it I was reading it so slow your comment caught me off guard. :D Well... I will keep your comments close to my heart and someday I will rewrite the story but first I would like to write it till the end. :)
Again thank you! You are amazing!
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I have one question for you my dear reviewers. On your opinion mind you.!
Don't you think that with writing sex scenes you can seriously bond characters? And also... divide them... Depends on the occasion. ;) Answer if you want in your review and discuss. :)
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P.S(1 day after): I ONLY NOW REALIZED I SCREWED SOMETHING UP.! It can only happen to me. *face-palm*
People who read One Outs... I must apologize. Tokuchi's pitching ground is officially in Okinawa. My God. Do you know where Okinawa is.! It's miles away from OSAKA.! xD
Anyway... I will make things work out anyway.
Continue reading. :)
By,
Arwenia
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Niah pov
The music woke me up. It was that badly played electric guitar. I groaned and snuggled closer to my noiseless sanctuary when I felt hands roam down my back. Those rough and long fingers stopped suddenly and cupped my ass, pressing me closer. I groaned and yawned at the same time, my eyes were still feeling mushy from sleep.
Hiruma poked his head in my face and ruined my beauty sleep while seizing my lips. One hand of his freely roamed up my front and lazily cupped my breast, squeezing it in the process. I moaned into the kiss, casually dismissing the possible problem with morning breath.
When my brain started to work at last when he groped my ass too hard, I pushed him away.
"I still haven't forgiven you for setting Cerberus on me Hiruma..." I opened my eyes and found myself looking at shirtless blond with puzzled expression.
I untangled myself off him and scrambled to the floor. When I looked back at him he was lying on his back, arms flexed behind his head and a tent in his boxers.
I managed to gulp down soundlessly but when I looked him in the eyes I knew he was up to something. When I reattached the bathrobe he sat Indian style and glared puppy eyes at me.
"Do... Don't look at me like that... Okay?" I turned away from him and again reattached the bathrobe belt. But in my best attempt not to look, I felt his long fingers flex around me from behind. Before I knew it, I was sitting on the bed again, pressed to his naked chest and sitting between his legs.
"Now now... You won't let me suffer all day like that..."
I smiled smugly while he was placing kisses on my neck.
"I just might you know... Torture you trough all day while you tried to force a boner away..."
He gently bit my shoulder while his hands roamed under the bathrobe, fingers playing where I was most sensitive.
"And what if I satisfy you... Will we be even?" He breathed in my ear, seducing me and in the same time slipping a finger in me, slowly... oh so painfully slowly.
"Maybe... Maybe not..." He chuckled evilly and removed himself from me entirely. Gasping from disappointed shock he right out laughed.
"Okay... If you don't want me... then I will..." But before I could escape him he lowered me on the bed, playing with me like a cat with its food.
"You... little mouse... aren't going anywhere..." He untied the bathrobe, revealing the pink, erected nipples to the morning sunbeams. He straddled my lap and leaned forward to lick them and I did not hesitate to reach toward his stone hard member.
I gently brushed it, pulling nails along his longitude making him shudder. While he pinned my hand on the side and intertwined our fingers I cupped his balls and gently fiddled with them.
Slow kissing, saliva linking barely divided lips. My back arching into his masculine front, his other hand pulling me even closer.
When he finally entered after all the rubbing and teasing I was way prepared for him.
No words exchanged, we were too lazy to talk.
His pace was slow, almost murderous. Like he was lazy himself... but that was okay with me. That way I had time to see him strain muscles I never knew he had... or witness gentleness in his face. While he hovered over me I roamed my hands over his body and explored.
Gently sweeping over his features, his pointy and a little perky nose. His strange pointy ears reminding me of pixies and I could not contain my snicker any longer.
"What are you laughing midget... I'm working my ass off here and you're laughing..." He slightly blushed, which... was adorable.
I leaned on my elbows and kissed him gently, brushing him down his wiry arm, tickling him a little.
"You are strange Niah..." He whispered and I smiled while I closed my eyes again to just enjoy the sensation of him inside me.
He picked up the pace and pushed my legs further apart to make the sensation more pleasurable. He leaned back to kneel and pulled me closer for my hips now pounding in me with a little more speed. My voice betrayed me and I started to moan, not restraining myself any longer.
While looking at the spot where one ended and the other began, I started to enjoy the sensation building in my lower stomach. He now massaged my bundle of nerves which brought a total new level of pleasure to me.
But just before I could reach the climax he pulled out and threw himself down on the bed beside me. He started to slap his dick down on his tummy and tease me into straddling him.
And that I did. Only teasingly slowly... so he had the time to caress all the forgotten skin from my tight, pass my side and up my rib cage. Tickling me until I caught his hands into submission.
When he entered me again, now from bellow, I was wide spread. When I started to move and again provide those slapping noises, he played with my clit like he did before.
Pushing me over the edge wasn't hard and he soon followed. I was also grateful he didn't come inside me, because we had sex without protection. I wouldn't want to have a child growing up without its mother wouldn't I?
I nuzzled his neck and he squeezed me closer, making a mess between us, his cum sticking for all it's worth everywhere it reached.
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Time skip, Tokuchi pov
The old lady managed to drag me to Okinawa. Now I was on a so called vacation, away from Osaka. I had no way of staying where I was or the fat lady would kill me.
Eventually I found myself a new pitching ground and eventually a new way to make money. People here soon found out I am good at pitching and at playing by their rules. But newcomers came and always left without their incomes. I was making even more money than in Osaka because of their stupidity and doubts.
After I arrived late at the pitching ground I again realized there are some newcomers in the mid. Big mamma was already coercing them into betting. Of course in her favor.
I managed a small smile when the newcomers lost the bet. They obviously bet against me. That was never a smart decision. About smart decisions... the guy was so riled up he stepped in the game as a batter. Betting 4000 dollars he already lost. After accusing me of cheating the money he staked was of course too little.
I pressed my lips around the cigarette, laughter boiling inside me but didn't show. What maniacs. Brainless maniacs. I lit the cigarette and inhaled the smoke slowly.
"40.000 dollars." I said while facing him.
"What? That's about yen! Do you even have that much money?" He screamed at me in soprano, panic choking his neck. I pulled bundles of money out of my back pocket, obviously money isn't a problem with me.
"Not a problem... For me, that is... But you have an injury... Guess I'll have to give you a handicap, to be fair..." His face was blanched of all color, he looked at me like a cornered animal.
"As long as you hit my pitch... you win. How about it?" I played with the ball, fiddling it between my fingers.
He choked on the words, slowly realizing the preposition.
"That's right... Only grazing it is enough. But no bunting!" It was too easy. I already earned enough to pay trice as that easily... earning cash was child's play for me.
"Soo... are you in? Or are you... out?" I teased him with my voice, wrapping his inability to do anything in velvet scarves and delivering it.
"Don't do it! These guys are up to something! It's a trick!" His friend screamed on top of his lungs. He was right to back out while they could... but he was wrong to call my pitching trickery.
I threw the rest of the smoke down on the ground and grind it into the sand, extinguishing the lingering ember.
"A trap? What the hell are you talking about? I don't need cheap tricks to win... because he won't even be able to touch my pitches." I was dead certain of it.
That seemed to put him off the edge. He blushed furiously and gripped the bat for his dear life.
"Bring it on! I'm a pro! I can't back down after letting you say shit like that!" And the game was on. Even more money for me.
Quiet confidence of mine was getting on his nerves. I was too good in observing people. Maybe too much. The first time he didn't even swing.
"Strike one!" It was like playing with less than skilled junior high school kid. He looked so pitiful, so terrified. I guess the cash and the amount of it displayed in front of him was too much to bare.
The first good tip his friend gave him was to just swing. Just swing and let the luck decide... but...well... I must say. He would need more than luck to graze my throw.
If it weren't for money I would let him go. He was like a cornered animal. Sweat was trailing down his skin and soaking the shirt, he was scared shitless.
After the chitter-chatter with his little observing friend he thought he will win by just looking at my hand. Well... let's say it didn't work. It was a complete strike out.
He was dumb-struck. Of course there was never a chance for him to win. He lost even before he started playing... his fear swallowed him whole.
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Agon pov
That damn trash at the baking store just couldn't count faster. Because of her stupidity and lack of grace I managed to lose the trail after that Deimon manager. Apparently she hasn't even noticed me standing a little back in the line and just passed me.
I will show her ignorance.
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Mamori pov
I bought bread for everyone so the boys won't be hungry. I ate at home so I only bought something small for me. I didn't know about Niah so I just bought a little more than needed anyway. While walking slowly from the bakery I noticed Kurita.
"Kurita-kun! Kurita..." He turned around to look who was calling him and when he caught sight of me he stopped to wait.
"Mamori-san, how are you? Why are you up so early? And so much bread..." He looked at the bag I was holding and offered to carry it for me.
"Oh... I'm okay. I thought I would come by and say hello... and bring you some bread for a quick breakfast. After all... you guys are training so hard." Devil bats decided to meet at the school and train in the gym fitness. Hiruma basically ordered them to come.
Reminded of Hiruma... it was weird that he was still not up and around. What was keeping him away for so long? Maybe he was with Niah? His relationship with Niah was indeed weird.
I could just ask Kurita about it could I?
"Hey... you! Trash! Fat-ass!" I turned around and saw a tall and lean guy with dred hair marching toward me and Kurita.
"Who are you calling trash hm?" I immediately took my protective stance. Kurita was indeed more round than others but he never deserved to be called fat. Not from a guy like him.
"That scumbag beside you... Isn't it obvious?" He chattered a matter of factly. My blood was boiling but something inside me said that he was not deserving my attention. I caught Kurita under his elbow and motioned him forward.
"Come Kurita... He is a nobody. Let's leave..." The sunglasses guy thought to protest but some passer by stole his bag of bread instead.
"Hey! Scum! Fucking scum! Stop god dammit!" And he was already gone... running like all hell broke loose.
I allowed myself to relax and smile at Kurita. We disappeared without a trace before the conceited guy managed to get back.
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3rd person pov
Agon was taken by surprise for the first time. Being off guard wasn't possible for him. His godly reflexes should have prevented the thievery from happening... but the girl said he was a nobody. She said it like he was a scum himself and he was taken by surprise. He will show her who he is... he will show her how God like he really is.
"Hey scum! Bring that back!" He roared and speeded behind the running thief. The thief gulped.
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Mamori pov
"At least he is gone... Who is he anyway..." She mumbled under her breath and just when Kurita wanted to explain it to her, Hiruma came out of the near-by corner.
"Hiruma-san! Over here!" Kurita greeted their team captain and Hiruma inclined his head in their direction. Mamori scowled slightly, she wasn't really fond of him... He treated everyone, even Kurita - his friend, really badly.
He popped a gum, his gun cocked backward over his shoulder. She observed him and asked herself what is really happening between Hiruma and Niah. What does Niah possibly see in Hiruma. He is Satan incarnated. Obviously.
Kurita moved to walk between them, trying to get some answers out of him this early in the morning and Hiruma reluctantly answered some of them. Was he lazy? Hiruma and lazy were two different words and did not belong in the same sentence. The man was infuriating how much he expected out of all of them.
The theme they talked about rowed again in the more normal waters and she found herself asking.
"Where is Niah, Hiruma? Will she come to practice?" He looked at her, seizing her if she deserved to even know. And something told her she won't really like the answer.
"I let her sleep in. She was tired." He let her sleep in? She probably gaped like a fish by his revelation. How did he know she was tired? That she was asleep? Were they sleeping together? They fu... fu... they were sleeping together?
Mamori's face reddened brightly and she found herself analyzing the dreading feeling in her chest. She didn't expect that! She expected they liked each other but were still on friend's level... But having sex!
It was still little time since the start of the year! It was too quick! What was Niah thinking? And with him of all kind?
But why was she feeling so betrayed by this.
"Tired..." She said, barely audible, and Kurita looked at her concerned.
"They are dating since... How long is it Hiruma?" Kurita turned toward Hiruma who got that distant sparkle in his eyes.
"Since the second week of school..." Was he marveling in memories? Mamori didn't know... but it made her cringe.
Just what the student council needed right now. An uproar because Hiruma was in love...
When she thought of Hiruma in love her heart skipped a beat, and not in a pleasant way. It confused her. It made her want to go back home and snuggle closer to the covers in her bed.
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They walked together to the school, unpleasant silence between all of them. Kurita was looking between Mamori and Hiruma, coercing them into talking, but nothing helped. At least Mamori soon spotted Sena and interrogated him into why he was even there. Monta was also very enthusiastic and full of energy.
But that soon changed since Hiruma gave them a bunch of instructions in how to work with some stuff. Before they all turned on the spot, they were already working and very hard indeed.
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Niah pov
"I can't believe it he left me behind! What a jerk!" She was running pass the slow walking people. Bottles of energy drinks and water bouncing heavily on her back. The backpack was really heavy but thanks to Hiruma she winked in a little more sleep and wasn't so tired. Maybe some anger also helped her on her way.
She was preoccupied with her irritated thought and bumped into someone. She was running and the collab with the person wasn't really painless. The man grunted and fell, she with him. They both fell backward into a middle aged man on a bicycle.
Bruises were a promised prize by the time they landed.
"Fucking scum! I will pound you to death!" The voice bellow her was strangely familiar but she was fighting for her breath. She managed to get hit bellow her chest and it knocked breath out of her.
While gasping for air, almost suffocating, she found herself be slapped on the back like she swallowed an elephant, not just bumped in something unexpectedly.
"Gaah... Stop... Cough... Cough... Ahh..." But the man was still slapping her like crazy.
She slapped him back. And left a red angry hand print on his face. On dred guys face. On the face from a guy she bumped into on the game. On the guy who will surely kill her now.
The sunglasses fell on the floor and made a noise that echoed trough her head when realization hit her.
"I am so sorry..." She said while she struggled to push herself off him. He was too surprised to react in any way possible.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... I... I... I couldn't breathe... and..." She stood up and offered him a hand. But he was still lying there, possibly fuming. She didn't know.
She forcefully took his hand in hers and really tried to move him. But no need to say that he was as tough as a rock and as heavy too.
They forgot everything about her backpack and the bicycle man that now screamed murder for more than five minutes.
"Shut the fuck up scum! You are not hurt are you? Now scram!" And the man slammed his mouth shut, then disappeared.
He took her hand and hoisted himself up more than she did him. He eyed her warily. She backed away from him, afraid of his next move.
"You owe me a drink you scum..." But before he ended his sentence she knocked the soul out his balls. He collapsed on the floor again, clutching his family jewels.
"You won't call me scum if I have any say in it!"
Now he really was fuming, but before he could chunk her head off, she already pulled an energy drink out of her backpack. Ice cool energy drink.
Before he really thought about it, he leaned the freezing cool metal against his painful sacks. She chuckled.
"Thanks scu..." She threatened to kick him again but before she could, he grabbed her for her foot and made her land on her ass. Lastly, she was sitting beside him on the pavement, mourning her poor destiny.
"It's Niah. Not scum... Niah." She grumbled, counting the bruises and cuts on her arms, elbows and knees.
"Agon." Is all he said before opening the drink. It opened with a loud clack, cold steam winding out of it when he leaned it on his lips.
"You have a tendency to collide with others haven't you Ghost?" He pulled his sunglasses closer, inspecting them for any real damage.
"Not you too... I'm not a ghost..." She pulled up, dusted herself and pulled the pack on her back again.
"Anyway. I'm sorry we collided... but I have to go..." His eyebrows rose but before he could protest, she was already gone.
He wanted to ask her about the girl manager but she was already gone, lost in the crowd.
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