Akari: Okay, I might be rewriting everything. I'm sorry! {Rewritten} Not every chapter have OMAKEs, unless I want to.

You're not alone

Chapter 4: Submission Refusal

"I wonder what the managers are going to make this time," Kabeyama said, sparkles surrounded his body.

"Really?" Endou asked, turning to the giant. "I heard that Fubuki is cooking."

"I hope it's something delicious!"

After waking up, Raimon headed for the dining hall, but before that, Shana took all of them for a tour around the school. They were wowed by the size and updated facilities. Hakuren had a high reputation in having all of the sports club advancing to the nationals and excels in education. Every court were found to be confined within stadiums due to heavy snowstorms and the dropping of temperature, but with this, the advantage were theirs because of able to practice daily within a safe shelter. The student population had been increasing at least twice every year and new clubs had been formed.

Shana even explained that there was a disturbing club and warned them to not get closer to them or even looked at them. The FSF club - the Fubuki Shirou Fan Club - was a club formed last year, earlier December when Fubuki defeated everyone during a match of him alone against a team of exceptional players. It seemed that the fans were present during their practice match, that explains the loud 'Kyaa!'s.

Rounding a corner, the door opened as they entered. They were welcomed with a relaxing scent entering their systems. Fubuki, who was scooping out rice, stopped and turned, suppressing a laughter when Kabeyama drooled over the food. "You guys can have a seat." Everyone obeyed and took a seat, including the managers and Hakuren as Fubuki had already layout the trays of food on each respective seat. "I decided to handle the cooking this time, seeing that you're our guests. Today's special menu is berry bars, sweet butter's shrimp ceviche, chrissy's sweet n sour tomato salad and mango pudding."

Everyone dug in after swallowing a lump in their throats. The food was high class and well made with added seasoning, perfect ingredients with hinted of wild favour. The bread was oddly crispy and soft while the salad gave them coolness. The freshness of the shrimp in their mouths felt like being underwater as the pudding gave off a scenery of the wild life in the forest. Fubuki smiled and gladly gave Kabeyama and a few others seconds and strikingly, the extras had been consumed.

After a delicious meal, everyone headed down to the field when Fubuki had already promised that he would reveal the ingredients and procedure to the managers. Students dressed in their uniforms stopped and watched, others merely went for classes or hung out with their friends since school starts in an hour, might as well relaxed. At the far corner of the field, whispering broke out between two male students and they were in range for everyone to hear.

"Hey, isn't that the famous Raimon Junior High Soccer Club who won the Football Frontier?" the brunette of the two said.

His friend squinted his eyes slightly. "Heh… you're right. What are they doing here in Hakuren? Vacation?"

"I heard that they are the ones fighting the aliens and they actually had a practice match yesterday against Hakuren's soccer club. More importantly, isn't that the Fubuki Shirou?"

"Yeah. He's even cuter up-close. I wish I could actually have a decent talk with him, at the very least. The only time when we met was when he greeted me a good morning last year. At that moment, oh my god! I was totally charmed! God, what I would do to have him!"

"Then go to hell!" Two fists connected with the back of their heads. They held their heads, groaning in pain.

"Oi! What was that for?!" The brunette screamed, turning back with his friend and was instantly met with petrifying violet eyes. "Shana-senpai…" Both of them jumped backwards, getting into their fighting stance. She cracked her knuckles and flexed her fingers in a wicked way that gave them goosebumps. "We're sorry!" And they sprinted to school. Shana gave a sigh as Raimon sweatdropped.

"Fubuki, what should we do now?" Endou asked.

Fubuki gave them an innocent smile and it baffled them. "Strip off your shirts."

"Eh… EHHHHHHHH!"

Everyone stood in a line and was half naked with their upper body being bare. They protested the idea and refused to comply at first, until a glare from behind had their hands moving quickly, but Someoka decided to sit this one out and watched. Fubuki made his way to the first person at the starting point and throughly examined his body with his eyes slowly darting from upwards to downwards. "Kabeyama-kun, right? You lack stamina in your legs." Fubuki continued to the next person and pointed out their flaws and mistakes.

The routine went on the same as Shana decided to speak up. "Fubuki can see every capability of the body just by looking at it. He can tell the person's faults, speed, limit, flexibility and strengths of their separate body-parts. To put it simple, he can scan you throughly. I don't know much detail about it, but when he activates 'scan', he sees lines from different parts from the muscle he is concentrating on, with numbers and various icons indicating it's status on those lines."

"How is he doing that?" Ichinose asked.

"I don't know how or why, but he told me one evening when he was watching a soccer match, lines, numbers and icons abruptly appeared at anyone he concentrated on. He can deactivate and reactivate it at will, but plainly using it tires and hurts his eyes a lot."

"Something like that is ridiculous," Someoka retorted. "It must be a fluke. He must have study us during the practice match. How can someone suddenly sees numbers and icons, that's just plain stupid. I should warn you that we don't joke, we train hard during our practice. We didn't come here for some guy to randomly say whatever he wants and agree with him."

"Do you have a problem with that?" Shana enquired, sending a glare to him. "Why can't you accept the fact that someone could help with your goals? If you're thinking about your pride, then drop it. There's nothing wrong in being right or wrong, especially weak or strong. Soccer is focusing on teamwork and all you have done up 'till now is complain. No matter how strong your defense is, if your offense is weak, then it doesn't change the flow of the game. And no matter how strong your offense is, if your defense is weak, then there's no meaning and advantage you could achieve. The only system into creating a team which can beat Aliea Academy is through cooperation and teamwork."

"How the hell are we going to corporate with someone arrogant like you who thinks that you're the leader?!"

Fubuki went between them and weren't allowed any of them to get any closer to each other. "Both of you, calm down. There's no point in fighting over something like this." Shana's killing aura lessened down, but Someoka was still on his guard. Fubuki sighed, this wasn't going as plan at all. Who knew Raimon had a hot-headed guy like Someoka? "Fine. If you don't believe me. I'll demonstrate it through experience."

"Demonstrate it through experience?" Touko repeated. "What do you mean?"

"He means, " Shana interjected. "You guys should have a small match against Fubuki who would reveal out your mistakes for your eyes to see. How about that?"

The rest of the team traded each other worried looks when Someoka agreed while a volcano had just erupted behind him. His determination was seizing and no one had been intrigued with his decision apparently, but the purpose of the match serves as a great influence on everyone's abilities. That was the only legal reason anyone could provide for the mean time, actions are to be taken by someone and that someone was Fubuki alone who could do it for the benefit of the team.

Stretching and warm-ups were performed as the other side of the court having Fubuki doing light ones. Everyone still found it hard to believe that his small figure was able to control an entire team of monsters. His pale skin reflected by the tiny bits of light from the morning and slender arms being too little small for anyone's liking. Although his observant and coaching skills were no less than a national player, but would his physical movements and betrayed appearance break the opposing wall between them.

"Don't worry," Shana reassured, sitting down onto one of the bleachers with the managers. "He knows what he is doing. Don't underestimate him."

Glances travelled around and nods were given, they were to go full on out nonetheless. Someoka kept his gaze on the small teen at the other side of the field, who was juggling and controlling the ball executively with his head, chest and legs, preventing the ball from stopping. The ball smoothly glided along and obeyed each and every movement of it's owner as he observed from the corner of his eyes that they were ready.

With a smile played on his lips, the ball that was bouncing on his left knee landed on the ground as his assault began. Someoka was first up for the challenge and everyone held their breaths in the sidelines. Lines, numbers and icons, he could see everything. "Someoka Ryuugo, the hot-headed forward that jumps into action without observing the opponents. Your mind works hasty in actions and portable in mind. Impulsive is not very likely in soccer, especially those who knows how your actions are," Fubuki explained as he did a feint and evaded his attack, leaving an ill-tempered male behind.

His attention was Kidou next and both of them battled for the ball. Kidou knew he was toyed with by Fubuki's smile on him, he was sweating through his clothes while the latter was keeping the ball in possession without breaking a sweat. "Kidou Yuuto is the game maker, Raimon's command tower and executes amazing plays through strategies of yours by controlling the players with your wide field of vision. You're able to determine the opponents' potential and overcome it with a small amount of time by reading their movement patterns through a close-up encounter. In other words, as long as your area of eyesight is limited, meaning out of range, your sharpness reduce and your mind cannot interpret your next action or breakthroughs and not being able to give out orders, rendering the others useless."

Kidou grinned. "That's why the defenders were focused on marking me during the practice match yesterday. You're quite sly."

Fubuki's right leg brought the ball to his left and changed his rhythm in his speed, going a moment slower as Kidou took the bait. He did a turn to the sides and dribbled past him before whispering back, "Thank you for the compliment."

Ichinose gaped at his movements. If Kidou wasn't able to get past him, then what are the chances that he could? He shook all of those thoughts out and proceeded to persuade him. "Ichinose Kazuya, a genius japanese player who was chosen as a candidate player in America's Junior Team. A midfielder that is the keystone of Raimon who excels in dribbling and your ball control is exceptional. I have less to say about you, but you're more or less like Kidou-kun's observant eye. I've heard of the rumours, but I never knew you actually existed."

"Well, thank you for the commendation from you," Ichinose replied, trying to go for another steal. "I'm honoured that you're not looking down on me. I've too heard about you from Dylan and Mark. The captain of the Kiseki no Sedai which have never lost a point to anyone and was written down in the history records as the youngest youth team to ever became the top in the world, defeating every existing team including pro-league players. I really wanted to go up against you after hearing it from them. I knew the chances were low, but now you're right in front of me."

Fubuki beamed. "I'm honoured by your rivalry, but…" He kicked the ball past Ichinose as it flew through the field in a shallow height. "…don't take me lightly," Fubuki's words rang in his ears as he turned and watched the ball maneuvered back to the left. Fubuki took it with grace and advanced forward.

"The ball changed it's course?!" Kidou exclaimed.

"That's not all he can do," Shana mumbled, a smirk adorned her lips.

"Domon Asuka. Although people would have mistaken you as a normal defender, but you act upon your instincts much rather than your mind," Fubuki said, dribbling passed Domon.

Domon returned a smile. "Really? I don't quite believe in those kind of hypothesis, but since it's from you, it'll do just fine."

Movement ahead retrieved his attention as Fubuki saw a rush of teal-net coming for him. "Kazemaru Ichirouta, known to be the fastest in the team and top at stealing the ball. Your stats are the highest in your heels, providing you to react faster than the message transmitting to your brain. Your toes provide more support in balance during your dash, allowing your worries less during the process." Fubuki accelerated as Kazemaru made a steal. Using his right foot, Fubuki did a big cut to the left, bringing the ball to his left, surprising Kazemaru as he did a reverse cut to the right after passing the teal-net.

Kazemaru was left frozen as everyone gasped at the movements. "Did he just do a swivel?"

Someoka ran ahead of Kazemaru, stopping by and said, "Kazemaru! Stop daydreaming! It must be a fluke!"

Kazemaru nodded out of his trance and chased after Fubuki with Someoka, but their distance kept increasing no matter how fast he ran. Fubuki had dribbled past Kurimatsu and Megane, all that's left was Kabeyama and Touko at defense. "Zaizen Touko and Kabeyama Heigorou, the double defense pair for Raimon. Your power solely focused on your upper body rather than your legs, but remember that your legs are the ones making the moves."

"I won't let you past!" Touko shouted. "The Tower!"

Kabeyama followed up. "The Wall!"

Fubuki evaded the lightning easily. Fubuki tapped the ball in with his right foot and out, he turned with his back facing Kabeyama. Using his left leg, he brought the ball to the right and turned once more, dribbling past Kabeyama who was unable to turn back after being distracted by his feint. The managers gasped, the only one left to defend the goal was Endou and him alone wasn't going to be enough to outsmart Fubuki.

"Endou Mamoru, captain of Raimon Junior High's Soccer Club. Your stats are quite impressive on your hands while that leaves your other parts average, but your movements are too slow." Before Endou knew it, the soccer ball flew between his legs and scored against the net. Everyone was left stunned as the silence dragged on with everyone slowly processing everything into their brains except Shana, who sat crossed legged with her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes closed in disapproval. "Never let your guard down." Endou raised his head, meeting grey eyes with his brown orbs.

"Quit joking around with us!" Fubuki turned around and stopped the ball with his leg. An enraged Someoka stood there as his teammates quickly ran over here, ready to stop whatever fight would occur.

Endou regained his posture and went in front of Fubuki, a frown formed on his lips at the striker. "Someoka, stop it."

"The match is over, his abilities are real," Kidou added, coming beside Endou.

"Someoka," Ichinose began, laying a hand on the striker's shoulder. "Isn't it time for you to acknowledge him?"

"Right! Fubuki isn't an enemy, he's a teammate and our friend," Endou pitched in.

Fury clashed his mind rapidly as he let a 'tsk' slipped. Why were his teammates protecting a blustering brat like him? Was it because he was strong and right about everything? No, he wouldn't let this kid get away with everything and brainwashed everyone into fantasy land. This was reality for god's damn sake! He roughly shook Ichinose's hand off from his shoulders and held back the urge to fight through them in order to settle a score with him. Someoka scoffed and walked off.

Fubuki gave a sigh and looked at the disappearing figure. Maybe I overdid it?

"Fubuki, you okay? Someoka is just… frustrated. He'll be back to himself once he gets use to you," Endou said. "The exact same thing happened to one of us before, but now he's…" Fubuki rose an eyebrow at Endou's pause. "…somewhere getting stronger before we reunite again. You'll get to meet him soon."

Fubuki nodded. "I'll be looking forward to meeting him soon! Otonashi-san."

"H-Hai!"

Fubuki gave a smile. "May I look at the video from Aliea Academy? Sorry for the trouble."

"No! It's fine," Haruna replied. She took out her recorder, clicked a few buttons and gave it to Fubuki. "What are you going to do with that?"

The kickoff started with Someoka. They started taking short passes as they advanced forward until the ball was intercepted by Coral. Diam scored a goal with Aliea Academy taking the leading point in 30 seconds. But even with their efforts, Raimon was pushed back, passes were intentionally making contact with the opposing players. Before they knew it, the score was down to 10-0 in Gemini Storm's favour. Kidou finally discovered how to read their movements and passed it to a blond.

His eyes narrowed at a mop of platinum blond hair and…

He slammed the camera shut, eyes widened as his fingertips shook. His teammates startled and jumped from the sound.

"Fubuki-san?"

Fubuki handed her camera back after making sure that he hadn't broke it, mumbling an apology for mistreating her camera.

"Fubuki, what's wrong?" Domon asked, bending down and was at eye level with the teen.

Fubuki raised his head and flinched away as soon as another head came upon his view. "It's okay." He gave a smile and everyone immediately bought it except for a certain bluenette who was observing her friend. He stood up and walked past his teammates. "Go change back into your jerseys. Meet me at the back of the school after that, Shana can lead you while I'll make preparations."

"Wow… there's a ski slope behind the school building," Endou said, inspecting the snow covered slopes. The height made him dizzy and he turned to Fubuki. "Do we really need to snowboard here? Can't we at least go to a smaller one?"

Fubuki crossed his arms over his chest. "How many times do I need to repeat myself? Yes, you need to do this and this is the smallest there is in Hokkaido. During the internationals, the ski slopes are much more higher and steeper. You're lucky that Hakuren took the consideration of building a small one for everyone. Unless if you disapprove of this, I could take you to another one."

"Great! Where is it?"

"Mountains."

"I'll take this."

"Good."

"How will this help us?" Kazemaru asked. "And why are we doing the same training when we have our own faults?"

"Your body is in lack of speed. They are too stiff, resulting in your movements having to hesitate before executing it. When this occurs, your body balance is thrown off due to your body agreements and disagreements having to fight over their side. Mainly to say that your body doesn't follow your wishes according to the time given." A question mark popped onto Endou's head, having Fubuki sighed. "Of course it's possible to change it. You need to go faster. The more faster you go, your sense and sight would adapt to your surroundings and give you a better clear of the field. If you were to give me a choice, I would rather go with this," he picked up his ocean blue snowboard, designed with lines of white with a mix colour of grey to few of the areas. "Running is another way to work your problems, but since we don't know whether Gemini Storm is going to appear now or later, it's better to learn it the easy and fun way."

"I understand your explanation, but how is this suppose to change us," Kidou commented. "If you're intending us to move faster, how is snowboarding have an effect on our physical body?"

"No. Snowboarding is just for the fun, but it's a different case for Endou-kun."

"What do you mean? Then, isn't this training specially for Endou?"

"No," Fubuki reprimanded. "It's for all of you." He dropped his snowboard in front of him and with one swift movement, he jumped onto the snowboard and slipped his feet into the straps and everyone thought he was insane as he sled down the slope. "Let's become the wind!"

"Fubuki-kun! Your helmet!" Aki shrieked, holding up a forgotten headgear.

"Don't need!" Fubuki shouted back and continued his trial. Wind brushed against his small figure as a trail formed behind him, but quickly vanished when the surface had refilled the gaps. He did a back flip and an ollie with a blunt slide for the finishing event. "Guys, go for it!" Raimon noticed giant snowboards fell from the edges of the slopes and a few almost hit the smaller teen. He barely avoided the upcoming dangers as his performance revealed to be very flashy.

"Shouldn't we help him? He's struggling," Kurimatsu suggested.

"Don't lay a hand to help," came Shana's calm voice as she stood at the edge.

"But-"

"How many times do I have to say it? Stop worrying." Shana kept her gaze on the teen below. "Those aren't just lucky near death escapes, it's his doing."

"His doing?" Touko repeated.

Shana nodded. "Yeah. He intentionally stayed close while avoiding it. It means he have great control over his movements and balance. Coincidence doesn't happen more than thrice and you can see it for yourself, how his agile body and flexibility prevented him from making contact with the snowballs."

"You sure know a lot, Shana-senpai."

Shana lifted an eyebrow. "Shana-senpai? Why the sudden different name? I'm fourteen too, you know? Just call me Shana."

"But when those two students called you senpai, we thought you were in your third year," Haruna said.

"Those two? Just ignore all of them."

"All? You mean there is still more who calls you senpai?"

"Yeah," she replied bluntly. "Sayaka too. Believe it or not, Fubuki is the student council president."

"EH?!"

"Despite not being a senior or the wealthiest student, he was elected as the president of the student council. Ever since Fubuki took over the seat from our previous president, the school has been running quite well and it keeps growing. He is deeply respected and admired by his juniors and seniors for his athletic record and excels in his studies. In addition, the title and captain position of the Kiseki no Sedai is a bonus. During critical situations, he always kept a straight face and solved it through controlled emotions for Hakuren's sake in their reputation. Then, the problems starts now. He might be adored by everyone, but some look at him in a different way."

"In a different way?" Endou asked, cocking his head to the side out of confusion.

"Fubuki attracts both genders, including males. That's why Sayaka and I participated during the student council nominations. I ended up as the vice-president while Sayaka being the secretary. Our only true motives were having to chase off any psychotic fans squirming around in radar. But I never expected that they'll start addressing us as higher-ups and calling us 'senpai' when they are the ones older. But it doesn't change a fact that they'll die once they're caught."

"Right…" Ichinose laughed awkwardly.

"So, just get the hang of it and our speed will increase?"

Fubuki nodded towards Kabeyama who was fidgeting his fingers. "Yeah. Just make sure your balance is still on your snowboard and avoid giant snowballs. That's all."

"Care to explain our achievements after doing this?" Kidou asked, putting on his safety gear.

Fubuki lifted a finger up in the air. "The wind." At cue, a soft breeze flew by, soothing everyone's hearts. "You'll understand more if you go through it. Remember? Experience is far more understandable than explaining, nee?" Fubuki playfully pushed Endou as he rolled down the edge.

"Someone, help me!"

Fubuki turned to them. "Now it's time for your turn." The first years cowered behind the trees.

"Either you willingly go or I'll give you a taste of my medicine," Shana threatened.

The first years exchanged looks and immediately jumped of the fringe.

Shana's fingers traced across the papers as another three stacks had been placed at the far end of her desk. She read it over and grabbed a pen to sign it. The routine resumed the same as she grabbed the next one, eyes focusing at every word written. "You can go ahead and head back since you're finished, I'll be right behind you," she said, eyes never leaving her priority.

Fubuki looked at her from the shelves. "It's okay. I wanted to stay here anyway. I still have to look through the activities planned for the month and the transfer papers. Plus, there is still the festival coming right up and letters asking for confirmation for their field trips. The submission forms are still left unsigned and the clubs are requesting to practice during the weekends because the nationals are right around the corner. Have the student's records been keyed into the computer?"

"Sayaka is taking care of that one." Shana stopped and looked up from her paper. "By the way, what do you think of Raimon?" Fubuki perked up from the question. "I mean, which one caught your attention? You seemed to be favouriting some of them."

"Well, some of them. Kidou-kun is like the puppeteer while Ichinose-kun's ball control is astounding. Endou-kun's state was pretty high when I checked on him."

Shana raised a brow. "That's all?"

"The only think I can say is, they have a strong determination and bravery. Even though they're losing, they still never gave up hope."

Shana dropped the pen and propped up her arm onto the table, resting her chin on her palm. "Heh… is rare for you to compliment on strangers. But isn't Endou a bit overconfident, saying stuff like 'I'll surely beat the Kiseki no Sedai' or 'everyone have their weak points, so it's not going to be that hard as long as I master this training'. I heard that your former teammates have also been doing this."

"Well, we used to have a lot of trips together back then. We usually went to cold countries and pretty much enjoyed ourselves through snow sports."

"Mind if you justify your reasons on coming to Hakuren?"

He stopped. "All of them have went to different schools and everyone decided that our participation in matches are forbidden. We agreed on coaching our own team and let them battle in our stead. Everyone had made their choices in schools and of course, all of them insisted on me joining one of them, but it weren't be fair for me to continue clinging onto them for long. I thought maybe I would choose, until you came in and I followed you instead. In spite of that, Otou-san and Okaa-san were quite worried for me to travel all the way from Tokyo to Hokkaido, but I somehow managed to convince them with Onii-chan's help."

Shana gave off a smile. "Do whatever you want." She resumed her work after a few stretches to ease up her stiff shoulders.

Fubuki rearranged the black files in each row of the shelf and took out a blue one. He unfastened the buckle right across the casing and took out a small stack of papers. He sat down on one of the couches in the middle of the spacious room and set the casing onto the glass table. He began looking through the documents and stopped on one of them. A photo glued to the upper left corner with the student's personal information written. "Kizarato Ishi. Have you heard of him?"

Shana finished signing the final papers and stood up. "Kizarato Ishi? What a weird name. Don't know." She gathered the papers up according to their alphabet and made her way to an empty shelf and placed them neatly onto the top row. "What's wrong?"

Fubuki looked between papers and looked through them one at a time. "He's a transfer student and he wasn't down filling in the form. Only his name, gender and age were written down, but the others were left empty. And one of his records stated that people and teachers had saw him wandering around the school for quite some time. He's been skipping classes and haven't joined any clubs yet. His participation in sports is zero and failing grades."

Shana sat beside Fubuki. "Now that you mention it, most of the reports are complains from the teachers about a student disrupting classes and messing up the cafeteria by starting a food fight. It must be him, but I never saw him before. How does he look like?" She inched closer and found shoulder-length black hair and small matching black eyes. "What should we do about him? We can't let this go on any longer."

A knock from the door startled them as Sayaka entered. "Sorry for being late. The kids weren't let me go no matter what."

"It's okay," Shana replied. "We're just finishing up for today, but we can't ignore the complaints about a transfer student name Kizarato Ishi."

"Kizarato Ishi? Then, we need to inform his parents."

"Unfortunately, his background is unknown and students claimed that he lives alone. Let me see that," Shana asked. Fubuki complied and handed the paper to her.

Name = キザラトイシ

Age = 十四

Gender = 男

Race = 悪魔

Their eyes widened. "Akuma…?" Sayaka read. This must be some sickening joke that he dared played a prank on them. Most importantly, why did he write something like that? How can people claimed themselves as demons when they're practically human inside out. Sayaka let out a strangled laugh. "It's just one of his jokes. Fubuki-kun, you should notify the principle tomorrow, this has gone on long enough. We cannot have rumours like these spread among Hakuren. Everyone might start panicking."

"You're right," Fubuki complied as he nodded. "I'll make an announcement tomorrow to hold a meeting-"

Shana's laptop screamed out as their mouths were parted and eyes widened in horror. Shana quickly looked up on the map and found two dots in a square. "They're at the soccer field, let's go!"

Upon arriving, Fubuki, Shana and Sayaka reduced their pace. The once snow covered ground tainted in red as the screaming ceased when she hit her limit. Her uniform was torn to treads as her limp form was held firmly against a slightly muscular male. His hands forcefully clutched at her shoulders with his mouth over her neck. Movement budged from his head as he finally pulled away with a ravishing breath. "Ah~ That was good. I haven't eaten for months."

The girl fell onto the ground with her eyes directly facing the trio. Fear. It was the only thing that associated with her eyes. Soulless eyes widened with terror. It wasn't a pretty sight. "What… have you… done?" Sayaka forced her words out.

He turned his head and revealed bloodshot eyes with a grin. He licked the remaining blood damped on his arm as his teeth yearned for more. Fubuki's knees gave out as he fell onto his knees. "Oh~ I was just eating." He wiped his mouth. "I never thought maidens could be this delicious," he eyed the twins carefully, but his gaze shifted to the boy on the ground. "But I prefer boys more. Especially the kind that attracts both genders." He licked his blood coated fingers, tongue slowly cleaning off the gore and disappearing into his mouth. "I'll make an exception and be gentle to you."

"You're Kizarato Ishi?" Shana asked, composing herself and retreated every last bit of her fear. "So it wasn't lie about you being a demon. And I thought I was messing with some brat here."

"Nee, why don't you hand him over and I'll let both of you go?" he suggested and took a step closer. "I'll just be needing one more meal to last until my hunger comes back again."

Sayaka snorted. "Over my dead body."

"Certainly I would happily grant that wish." Kizarato lunged forward and was instantly met with Shana's foot. He flew back with a groan. He sat upright, wiping blood and saliva off his mouth. "Protective, aren't you, over that boy? That means It would be more tastier devouring him in front of you girls."

The twins backed away slightly, blocking his view of Fubuki.

"Oi, oi, where are you looking?" It was true. Kizarato wasn't in front of them, rather he was behind. They turned back and were met with a taller figure. "Bingo~" he purred.

Shana stared at the demon, confusion and fear took over her. Since when did he get behind us?

"Goodbye." A force sent the duo flying backwards and crashed onto the ground few feet away.

"Shana! Sayaka!" Fubuki shouted as he got up to his feet. Kizarato turned back and used his claws to slash at Fubuki's arm. Fubuki yelped and grabbed a hold of his arm. Five long bloody gashes embellished his arm and it made him sick. He heard the girls shouting for him to run, but he wouldn't listen. He won't leave them behind and be sacrificed for his survival.

Kizarato tongued his claws. "That's right! Fear me! The louder you scream, the more I want you! Don't worry, once I'm done with you, I'll make sure to sent both of them to your place." He pounced onto Fubuki, pinning him down onto the ground by the shoulders with his legs restraining the younger teen. Fubuki struggled and tried to kneed him in the gut, but he couldn't wriggle out from his grip. Kizarato merely smirked and his mouth descended onto Fubuki's arm. His tongue latched out and began cleaning the blood from the slashes he made. His lips went north and leaned into the boy's ear. "Goodnight."

He bared his cat like fangs and dived down onto his throat.

Akari: I'm leaving it here! Cliffhanger much. About the scan ability part, if you check my profile, I'm the current manager for my soccer club. I basically collects information and observes their patterns, strengths, personality, mistakes and talent. After that, I'll reviewed over the information I'd received and formed conclusions. Then, I'll tell the team everything. To put it simple, I might be able to predict your next move. I don't know if I'm good, but I was able to earn the title 'Spy' when people were describing me.

The upper information is base on my observation and I don't know whether it was right or not. I gave Fubuki the ability to see everything with the eyes. At first, I thought maybe words would have appear in his scanning. Then, I thought maybe numbers are much more better and I decided to add icons.