Hiruma wore Agon's jackets.
He wore them when he was absent, the team noticed. First, it started off with his shirts, when Agon went missing from practice for 3 consecutive days, then, a week passed. He started wearing his jackets to football. When the team asked, more-so, Ikkyu, about Agon's absences, Hiruma would only respond with—
"He's training in America." Hiruma said, turning around, gleaming at them, eyes glimmering along with his slashed open, wide, grin. "With the big dogs."
That seemed to get the team off his back, as they all went back and returned to practice, getting fired up. Well, he wasn't lying. Agon had been invited to train with the big-leagues, Clifford-senpai saying he had his eye on him, and only invited Sena as well, his previous Lightspeed Running Back-kouhai, but—
Agon was in a mental hospital.
Hiruma clung to the sleeves of his sweater. It was a white 90's Vintage Tommy Hilfiger sweater. Agon's. He had went to the hospital on Monday, almost not telling Hiruma, Agon having to wake Hiruma out of his sleep just to confess to him that's where he was going.
"Why...?!" Hiruma cried out, voice hoarse from the moans of the previous night, dragging the sheets up from the bed to cover himself. They were in their owned penthouse they bought their second year. It was beautiful. It overlooked Tokyo's skyline. "We were doing so… good…! It was perfect!"
Hiruma knew better. He shouldn't have been yelling at Agon. It could trigger something. He knew the best way to cope with Agon's PTSD was to speak calmly, and help him manage his emotions, not the other way around, but… he couldn't help it. He was angry. He had finally managed to help Agon take his medication, every morning, every night, when needed. His anxiety had calmed since being with him. Agon's ADHD, it needed work, but, the two of them were working together on it. He didn't understand.
Why?
"Why?" Hiruma asked him again, sucking his lip in.
Agon sat on the edge of their bed they shared together. His eyes had widened behind the shades he wore; Oakley Juliet's; blue lenses, didn't falter from Hiruma's gaze. He held two white pills in his hands. He sighed. He wore a dark red leather jacket and dark jeans. He was already dressed to go.
To the hospital.
"...Trash…" Agon started. "You wanted to go to… The Rice Bowl… right?"
His gaze didn't meet Hiruma's. Hiruma cried. Not like this.
"Right?!" Agon asked, forceful, more fire in his tone than usual. "Trash?!"
Hiruma covered his eyes. "I don't understand." He dropped his hands. The sheets fell from his chest, exposing him. "We were doing so… good. It was perfect."
Musashi's face flashed in his mind. He remembered in Middle School, when they were out during Field Practice and Hiruma had an off-feeling the whole day, an off-kilter emotion in his stomach; foreign. It was going too well. Hiruma didn't mind things going too well, as long as it was in his favor, but, the numbers were perfect. The odds weren't against him.
Until Musashi left.
Hiruma cursed. He bit his lip and kicked a metal bench, overturning it. Musashi was one of Hiruma's friends. Hiruma found it hard to make friends. I don't need friends, he told himself for a long time, but then, the Fucking Fatty entered his life, made him feel human, made him feel like he had a genuine connection with somebody, made him feel like… he wasn't alone…!
"Hiruma…" Agon's voice came into his head. "I have to do this… for me. I'm not… sorry. It's for the best."
Agon stiffened his lip, looking ahead.
Hiruma knew it. It was for the best. Agon wasn't stupid. Agon was making the right decision, for himself. It was best for it to happen now, then during a game, or during…
Sex.
"Okay." Hiruma nodded his head. His lip stiffened. Tears dried against his cheeks. "I got it. You can go. Just let me—"
Just let me go with you.
Hiruma wanted to come with him.
"No." Agon answered, quick, swift. "This… is for me. Not you, trash…"
He didn't want Hiruma getting hurt by anything he saw or heard.
Hiruma cried.
Hiruma knew it had been tough, but, Agon would be back today, seeming everything went all right. He grinned. His Fucking Dread would be back, as today was the third day.
A fourth day passed.
Hiruma slept in bed, alone. He didn't have any contact with Agon, as he chose not to, his Fucking Dread telling him not to do so, as he didn't want him to see…
Him.
He could deal with it, Hiruma told himself at night, as the space beside him was no longer warm, and once warm, was now empty; cold. Hiruma cried.
He cried on the fifth day when Agon came back.
Agon bought him flowers, coming back to practice, surprising him.
"Oh, Agon…" Hiruma wanted to say, running up to him, tears in his eyes, but couldn't, since trashes were watching, and Hiruma only opened up to him, not wanting to be sentimental in front of them, Agon noticed. He smirked. Hiruma grinned warmly.
"Yo, slimy trash," Agon said smoothly, bending down to scoop Hiruma up. "Miss me?"
Oh, it was perfect. If Agon could say so himself. Hiruma hopped up on his waist and hugged him, giving him a wet kiss on his cheek, then his mouth, as trashes turned away saying, "Ew…!" Or, "Awww…!" From Mamori, touching her heart, giving them a warm smile. "Hiruma…!"
Yamato and Taka gave no notation.
Taka walked away.
Yamato stared at him.
He began clapping happily for Agon and Hiruma.
A broken feeling was felt inside.
Agon and Hiruma fucked that afternoon, in the locker room, where the orange sunlight from the day streamed in through the windows. He hadn't seen his trash in five days…! Almost a week! It was hard not being impulsive during practice, as he came there to train. That meant he missed five days of training.
Also, five days worth of fucking Hiruma's sweet ass.
"Oh, Agon…" Hiruma's eyes almost rolled in the back of his head as Agon fucked him against the lockers. Hard. Just like he liked it. Agon panted hard on his facing, breathing roughly.
"You like that, trash…?" Agon had asked him, still almost wearing his uniform on, pants unbuckled, holding his body up against the locker doors that pounded hard against his back as Agon moved in him.
"Mmmm…" Hiruma bit his lip, grinning almost. This was pleasure. He'd missed Agon. Although he hadn't been there for five days, he was glad he was here, admitting to himself. This was the best sex they'd had in weeks. Even though every time they had sex was the best sex Hiruma had, Agon was magic in bed. It was almost if…
Agon loved him.
"Ohhh…." Hiruma let out a long moan into the air, leaning his head back, eyes rolling in the back of his head as Agon came into him. He looked down at Agon's shades as his lover looked up at him behind them, still fucking him, this goddamn machine.
Amber.
His eyes were hazel, but shifted to amber when he fucked Hiruma. Huh. Hiruma thought that was interesting. He hadn't figured out what that color meant, as Agon knew, talking to his Dad in private, which was really their uncle that lived in the Kanto region Unsui came down to help sometimes.
"That means you're in love," His father had told him, Agon remembered, sitting in the Study Room's private couch, behind closed doors. "Agon. Men in our family shift eye colors when they feel emotion; your father couldn't do that. His eyes were black. Evil." He looked down. "Anyways, Unsui won't know this, as I don't think he inherited this trait, but, you do. As your in love."
He grinned.
Agon couldn't believe it. This fucking geezer…! Telling Agon he was in love! He had the nerve! Agon had never been in love. With anybody. Hiruma listened outside the front door, stretching his ear to it's furthest lengths it could go to hear them.
He couldn't hear anything.
It was a private conversation, Agon coming out the room in a storm, slamming the door shut. Hiruma had grabbed Agon by the neck, loosing his arm around his throat loosely, almost in a rope to ring Agon in, as he was impulsive. Impulsive bastard, Hiruma thought, rolling his eyes.
"What'd he say…?" Hiruma peered, laughing cheekily, wanting to figure the secret out. "Kekeke."
"Nothing." Agon told him. "Nothing at all, trash."
Hiruma began to hump his leg.
"Trash…" Agon mentioned, grinning ear to ear, smirking. "Don't do this…"
"Don't do what?"
Hiruma played dumb.
"This!"
Agon body slammed him in the ground.
Or at least, pretended to. He scooped Hiruma up and threw him over his shoulder, almost slamming him against the ground head first until he paused as Hiruma's hair touched it, his breath ghosting across Agon's face, eyes wide.
Hiruma's mouth hung open in a low turn.
"That's what you get," Agon grinned, "For trying to trick me into having sex with you just so you could find out what we were talking about, you damn demon."
He let Hiruma down.
Hiruma grinned. He bit on the edge of his thumbnail, eyeing Agon. He'd figured it out. Agon wasn't dumb. He knew what he was doing. Hiruma didn't mind getting picked up by Agon like that.
He grinned.
Agon buckled his pants. Hiruma stood for support near the lockers, legs shaking, could hardly walk from the sex Agon gave him! Agon smirked.
This demon…
He began to laugh under his breath at Hiruma. Hiruma blew out a wheezed laugh, looking at the state he was in. It was pitiful, really. His hand rested against the lockers for support and his knees wobbled, shaking in his cleats. He didn't mind. He was with Agon, now. He had came back.
Agon never told him what happened in the mental hospital that day.
When they got back home, Agon fell asleep in their bed at the penthouse, telling Hiruma to hurry up in the shower so he could fuck him again.
He didn't.
"Trash…!" Agon said, entering the bathroom, stepping in the shower, naked. He saw Hiruma standing underneath the shower head, gaze… remorseful… looking sad. If that's what you could call it. Hiruma's eyes turned a black shade. He looked off into the distance.
Corner of the bathroom.
"Trash…" Agon said, upon seeing him. He pulled Hiruma close to his body. Hiruma broke down into a sob, crying silently into Agon's chest, arms pulled up against him, nails raking him as they pulled into tight balls; crying. Hiruma breathed heavily. He cried for five minutes.
He was relieved.
"Hiruma." Agon said.
Hiruma didn't answer. He continued to cry.
"Hiruma," Agon said, more stern.
Hiruma still didn't answer.
"Youichi."
Hiruma looked up at Agon. His eyes widened into blue pupils; almost like starlight, as he looked up at him, his lover. That was the first time he said his name. The dragon.
It sounded perfect on his lips.
"What?" He asked. "What do you need, Agon?"
"What I need," Agon answered, "Is for you to stop crying, as you keep getting my nipples wet, trash, and that's the showerhead's job."
He pointed to it.
Agon began to laugh. Hiruma did, too. Agon rubbed his square thumbs underneath his eyes as Hiruma let him wipe his own, lids drying.
Hiruma had never cried this much over a human being as much as Agon, if Agon was practically a human being at all, and not a god walking in a human body, as human's praised him.
Hiruma wasn't human.
Hiruma was a demon spawn. A son of one, his father told him. He, Yuuya, had made a contract with one long ago, as the demon and his father were intimately bonded; soul contract. Humans wouldn't understand. He was his best friend.
And then the demon had a baby.
Hiruma was that baby. He had given him to his father to take care of. His father didn't want to, at first, as this wasn't his child and he only ever wanted to play shougi, but then, the demon spoke—
"You can teach him," he said. "Teach him that game you love. Shogi. Teach him right. He can be different. Hiruma."
The demon had a human heart. That was the first time the demon had spoke to him. Yuuya. He took the baby. He named him as the devil left, and returned to his loft, where he closed the door shut behind him and named the baby.
Youichi.
"Hiruma…" Agon moaned aloud in bed, stretching, waking up. "The hell are you cooking, baby?"
Hiruma froze. He was cooking something special for him. "Kekekeke…" he laughed. "Something special… Choke on it, Fucking Dread."
He was cooking grilled cheese.
"You walk over here," Hiruma warned, continuing, "I'll shove this special surprise down your throat, My Fucking Dread… Kekekeke."
His Fucking Dread had already fell asleep.
"Kekekeke…"
They fucked when Agon woke up and figured out it was grilled cheese. He woke up around 11 and stalked over to the counter, where Hiruma had finished applying bread to the cheese, making it perfect. This was his 7th try, Agon noticed.
"Mmmm… Good." Agon murmured, dragging the bread from his lip, allowing the melted cheese to drip and drag out with his hand. Hiruma turned over. His look was shocked.
Agon began to laugh.
Hiruma shot rounds of bullets into the air upon finding Agon stumble upon his grilled cheese. It was a surprise. Not a present for him to open. He was too focused on grilling the cheese that he hadn't noticed Agon wake from the bed, comforters dropping from his legs, stalking towards him. This dragon…
This demon… Agon thought as Hiruma locked him into the bathroom with him. "Kekekeke…" He laughed as he shut the door behind him, kicking the key underneath the door space, locking the lock from the outside on the knob. He had the knobs switched last week where you could only lock from the outside, not the inside; the exact opposite.
This trash…
"What's your gameplan, trash…?" Agon asked him, backing up into the bathtub's outer wall as Hiruma cornered him, devilishly laughing.
He still held the plate of grilled cheese in his hand. "Kekeke…" He started to say, dropping his apron, untying it, "since you wanna be so fucking nosy… you can have your surprise early, Fucking Dread. Kekekekeke…!"
Hiruma was naked.
Agon almost stumbled over the bathtub ring. His Godspeed Impulse saved him. Agon had wondered why Hiruma had changed the locks.
It was because of this reason.
This fucking trash.
Well, Agon didn't mind. Hiruma was naked in front of him. It couldn't be any better than this! Kukukuku...!
It got better.
Hiruma cornered him. "Fucking Dread…" He hummed, picking up a grilled cheese. "Kekeke… It's coming…"
What?! Agon wanted to ask. You or the grilled cheese?!
Both.
Hiruma shoved the grilled cheese in Agon's mouth. Agon let him. He ate it as Hiruma fed him more, turning on the bathwater behind him.
They got in.
Hiruma didn't come until they got into the shower moments later, switching the shower head on.
"Ahhh…" Hiruma moaned into the wall, bending over for Agon to fuck him against the pink tile. He hadn't heard that moan before. It was a low moan. From Hiruma.
"C'mon, trash…" Agon fucked him harder, wanting to hear it again. "Make that moan again for me…!"
"Ohh…" Hiruma made another moan. Not the one Agon wanted. His claws scraped over the tile as he leaned over more, cheek pressing against it as his hand closed into a tight fist. "Oh…!"
Agon rode in him slow.
"Ahhh…." Hiruma made that moan again, this time, when Agon felt in him, paced. Agon smirked. Ah, so that trash made moans like that when he pumped him slow, huh?
He fucked him fast.
Hiruma didn't moan at all. All he did was gasp and groan, shutting his eyes as Agon moved in him, instead. Agon clenched his teeth. Hiruma began to chuckle. Agon figured it out.
He was tricking him.
He spanked his ass.
"Trash!" Agon yelled. "Why'd you do that?"
He spanked him again.
"Ow…!" Hiruma poked fun at him, biting his index finger, pulling it into his mouth. "Kekekeke…"
Agon smacked him again.
"That's what you fucking get," Hiruma taunted, standing afterwards, out of the shower. He combed his fingers through his hair, laughing. "Waking up before I told you to and seeing your surprise… Kekeke, makes you think twice about what you do, don't it? Kekek—"
Agon fucked him over the counter.
"No…!" Agon, gritted his teeth, answering. "Makes me… want it more…!"
He grinned.
Hiruma came.
He sucked him off.
Agon was crazy. Nefarious. He could see it in his eyes. He always could. The crazy way they would line up with the bags underneath them. His eyes were green, now, as Hiruma looked below at him as they fucked again, against the sink, this time, Hiruma throwing his head back, moaning out loud.
They shifted to blue.
Oh. Pride. Hiruma noticed. He knew that color. It appeared on him. Agon. Agon's eyes shifted to that color when he played in games, or was in them, as he wore his Oakley Juliet's, taking them off, facing Hiruma.
They were cold blue.
Hiruma knew Agon's eyes turned that color on extremely light days, when the sun was bright and beaming across their helmets. Hiruma had known no one's eyes truly changed color, as hazel eyes only reflected the colors they saw around them, and when the pupil changed size, it seemed to affect the pigmentation color.
Agon's eyes were different.
It was as if almost, Agon had a chemical imbalance in his head… where his eyes seemed to shift every color across the spectrum. Hiruma knew on days when Agon wasn't feeling like himself, or dull, really, when he felt he was in a place far from his body… his eyes shifted to an Aquamarine. It was almost as if another Agon lived in his body, and this Agon seemed sad, depressed, or didn't want to talk about anything and be left alone, although Hiruma's body provided him with comfort. His eyes were gray.
Or the Green Agon, when Agon's eyes shifted to a light brown, having a green hue in the middle, almost seeming to glow in the night when he fucked him. This Agon didn't speak, either, but he fucked him, which was good. Hiruma loved this Agon. He was spontaneous. Fun. Just like the other Agon, except, he didn't talk, only wanted, which was fine with Hiruma. When this Agon appeared, Hiruma happened to be more vocal, as shouting—
"Yes…!" During sex, or, "Oh, yes…! Agon, yes! Right there-!" Or even, "Harder…" demands to give him. This Agon needed leadership. A little boy. He needed something. To lead him. It would do whatever his body wanted, Hiruma found out that was only because it was doing what Agon's physical body wanted, only being a physical remnant of the three selves the humans carried; physical, mental, and spiritual.
This one had two.
Physical and Mental. It would return Agon soon, or after they finished having sex, sometimes, during it, as Agon came and rested against him and began talking about his day. Hiruma noted this. When Agon returned, he had told him none of this, as this was unnecessary; this Agon was the same as other Agon, just different selves. They were all part of Agon. What made him him.
Normal.
Human.
"Agon…" Hiruma laughed as he finished, stroking his fingers through his cum-slicked hair. "You're so full today, aren't you?! Kekekeke…!"
Where Hiruma found this bottomless energy, Agon didn't know, but, he liked it. He slapped his lover's thigh, wiping the cum from his own lip, scraping his thumb across it as Hiruma scratched his wrist upon him standing up, looking towards the door.
"C'mon, trash." He said, standing tall; proud; skin dark; tan from the summer. "I want to go out today,"
"Where?" Hiruma taunted.
"To practice." He said. His demeanor didn't change. He simply clenched his fist, breathed hard, then let the palms of his hands relax, falling to his sides.
"You know we'll have the whole field to ourselves." Hiruma said, pulling out a stick of gum he had pulled out from the drawer behind him. "It's Saturday."
"I know."
Agon walked towards the door. He tried to open it, twisting the knob, but then realized it had been locked, Hiruma locking it from the outside earlier, remembering.
"It's locked, you bastard!" Hiruma laughed at him. "You can't open it! Kekekeke! Oh, shit! This is the funniest shit I've heard all week! Kekeke!"
Hiruma was crying. He hugged his stomach, leaning back on the counter, kicking legs up, laughing loudly to himself. A vein of pulsed anger appeared above Agon's forehead.
"Shut up, trash…" Agon mused, grinning in annoyance, still holding the door. He knew that. He had known the door was locked. Just remembered… too… late.
Shit.
"So impulsive!" Hiruma poked fun at him. "Damn! Didn't know your Godspeed Impulse couldn't stop that one! Kekekeke!"
His voice was hoarse, from moaning. "Shut up, trash…!" Agon turned around and chopped Hiruma's blond hair, growing annoyed. Hiruma hopped off the counter.
He bent down and reached for the key underneath the space, his long fingers stretching out, nails scraping the ground. He poked his ass in Agon's direction, Agon noted, to see of he was worth fucking again. Agon didn't feel like it. Hiruma was testing him, to see if he wanted to go another round. Agon was impulsive. Horny.
Agon didn't feel like it.
He felt like playing football more, as he wanted to crush trashes in the Rice Bowl and show commoners who's the shit, as they've forgotten these past five days who he was, testing his patience, even his own damn team! He felt like practicing. With Hiruma.
Hiruma grabbed the key.
They threw long passes to each other down the field, dressed. Hiruma wore one of Agon's large jackets, a white 90's Tommy Hilfiger coat, draping himself in his Fucking Dread's lasting warmth as Agon wore Hiruma's orange sweater, figuring out that was his Fucking Dread's favorite color, shopping for him one day.
"I bought you this." Hiruma said, showing him in bed the first night he came back, yesterday, at midnight. "You like?"
It was an orange color. A sweater. Agon looked at it. It was an XL. For him. Agon had always bought women things, but he couldn't remember the last time when a woman bought him something.
It had to be two years ago.
Before he started dating Hiruma.
"It's to keep you warm," Hiruma said, continuing, rubbing the sweater against his baby face proudly, eyes shutting in a closed manner. "When I can't keep you at night. Kekeke."
Hiruma shoved it in his face with a quick, "Here!" Telling Agon to wear it. Agon protested, trying to push him off as Hiruma came onto him, trying to force the sweater over his dreadlocks still growing in, cursing.
"Wear it!" He chanted, grinning; laughing. "Wear it! Wear it, Fucking Dread! Kekeke!"
Agon didn't, but paused, upon hearing Hiruma mumble against him in bed when they fell asleep, naked, turning off the house lights, sighing upon him—
"It's your favorite color, right?"
Agon tossed the pass to Hiruma. A light toss, really. Hiruma caught it. He laughed. It was snowing. Hiruma's eyes seemed to get incredibly blue when they were in these settings. He looked up at him.
Like ice.
Hiruma's eyes pierced that color. It began to rain, Agon having to grab a spare umbrella Mamori had lent out and bought for the team in a plastic container and rain for cover with Hiruma, fighting over the umbrella, almost tumbling in the mud.
"Let me have it!" Agon shouted at Hiruma. "Trash…!"
"No!" Hiruma yelled, laughing. He had a strong grip. "You're too big…! Use your dreads and fly away, Fucking Medusa Marry Poppins-!"
Agon let go. Hiruma slid back in the mud.
They shared the umbrella together.
They walked in a local town center. There, they saw Yamato and Taka eating lunch in a nearby restaurant and joined them. Agon ordered the same thing as always. A cheeseburger.
"You're fine with ordering the same thing, Agon?" Yamato had asked him, grinning politely, asking about Agon's food choice. "You should really open up and expand your diet some more, like Shin."
"Ah?!" Agon snapped. "You asking about my food choice, trash? I can hear you drooling all over it from there." Agon bit into it. "Taka."
The table laughed.
Taka wore a lilac sweater. It looked good on him, Yamato noted. Agon had also called Taka by his name, not Trash or Long-Haired Trash the other day. Just Taka.
Huh.
Hiruma and Agon left after fifteen minutes. They had only came to discuss football plans and scouting opponents that could build their team stronger than before, talking about Plans Hiruma made with Musashi for a Scouting Truck.
"Scouting Truck?" Yamato asked, curious, in English.
"Yes…" Hiruma nodded his head, clasping his hands together, almost hissing. "Kekekeke. It's a secret. Keep this little secret between us." He turned to Taka. "Taka."
The table laughed.
Agon and Hiruma fucked when they got home, which Agon's horniness had been put off for as long as it could, as his cock twitched underneath the table. He had only agreed to join the two, Yamato and that trash Taka, for dinner because he needed to eat.
And fuck Hiruma later.
"Agon…" Hiruma moaned. His claws dragged against him. His shoulders throbbed from the scratches. "Uhhh…"
"What, trash…?" Agon teased, smirking. "You want me to fuck you harder—"
"Your phone…" Hiruma groaned out, almost cursing. "Grab it."
Agon looked at the bed dresser beside him. His phone was glowing with a bright light. He cursed. He continued to fuck Hiruma, but checked it, grabbing it with his right hand, holding on to Hiruma with his left. He flipped the top screen up, eyes glazing over it. A text.
It was from Shin.
Agon read.
See you at the Championships. The text read. Kongou Agon.
Championships? Agon thought in his head.
"Interview…" Hiruma managed, sighing, feeling Agon's dick move out of him. "An interview… you have one, tomorrow."
"AH?!" Agon stopped fucking him. "Didn't you get the memo, trash?! I don't do interview—"
"If you're—shit—going to fuck, do it now." Hiruma urged, quickly. "I'm gonna come."
Agon couldn't pass this moment up. Shit. Agon mumbled in his head. He fucked Hiruma, continuing. The pleasure Hiruma's ass gave him was like no else. He felt the warmth from Hiruma against his stomach as the fluid from him spread from his dick, his lover sighing. Hiruma came, minutes after, almost two, then let Agon read the text, reading it over multiple times as another one had arrived by the time they were done.
You're on CNN. Shin had texted. Along with Eyeshield 21; Kobayakawa Sena and I.
What? Agon asked in his head, looking at his phone screen. Ah-?
Hiruma grabbed it.
Hiruma's hand covered the screen. "Put that away," he said, already rolled over in bed, covers held up mid waist, exposing him; chest open. He sighed. "And I'll explain. All you ever do is play Tetris on there, Fucking Dread."
Hiruma's head was turned away from him, neck looking long in the moonlight. He continued to hold onto the phone. Agon let go of it. Hiruma retreated the phone underneath the pillow, feeling a buzz, receiving a text from Shin.
Kongou Agon.
"Go to sleep." Hiruma ordered. "Agon."
His voice was parched. Agon frowned. Hiruma didn't need Agon thinking of needless things as this. It was too tiresome to explain to him, now. He'd tell him in the morning.
Which he did.
He flicked on the TV.
"This Agon Kongou guy just blows my mind each time I see him play," A white news anchor had responded, watching a rerun of one of Agon's major plays of the season when he boxed two trashes in and slammed their helmets face first into the dirt; then blasting up the middle, coming late into the game, dashing past trashes, reacting fast, making a touchdown, "I mean, look at this guy! They call this the Godspeed Impulse. Over there in Japan,"
"Over there in Japan?" The white news anchor questioned, a white one; blonde hair; pink dress; short. "His reflexes, you mean?"
"Yeah! They say he has the heightened Human reaction time of 0.11 seconds. It seems an amazing feat within itself, Jan."
"Yeah, well, this little guy here's amazing, too." Jan answered. They played recent videos of that short shrimp running down the field, his explosive, lightspeed run. Agon could never forget. That shrimp trash. "They call him Eyeshield 21; Kobayakawa Sena."
Even though they were pronouncing his name wrong, talking in English, Agon could understand what they were talking about.
"Kobayakawa Sena?" The white news anchor answered, the man. "Didn't he play for Notre Dame last year?"
"Yep! And he's only 18, too—"
"Sorry, guys," A black news anchor cut in. Agon read his nametag. Smith. "My personal favorite of the season has to be Shin. He's a monster."
"Shin Seijuro?" The white news anchors said in unison.
"Yes! He's a monster!" The news anchor repeated, grinning. "I mean, look at his Trident Tackle!"
They replayed clips of Shin's Trident Tackle that had grown more fearsome in the college league.
Now named, the Platinum Tackle.
It had grown stronger.
"Okay, okay," The white news anchor man asked suddenly, spreading his hands out. They put up clips of Agon, Sena, and Shin on the green screen behind them. "Against Agon's Godspeed Impulse, Sena's Lightspeed Run he trained with Panther to gain, and Shin's Platinum Tackle, who do you think would win?"
Hiruma shut off the TV.
Agon chowed down on his cereal Hiruma had fixed for him in the morning. This was his second bowl. He had poured it himself. They had a game today. It was Sunday. They had shifted hotels, near Enoshima's football stadium.
Hiruma had recorded that televised event. It had occurred last night on CNN, late night, and ESPN early morning. Agon watched. The Americans were paying close attention to the Rice Bowl, now as monsters entered and exited as they pleased.
Monsters like Agon.
"You see?" Hiruma had asked, lounging the remote in his hand. "That's what they were talking about. You. Agon."
He was wearing one of Agon's formal shirts. He grinned.
Agon snorted. He looked away and continued to chow down on his cereal Hiruma had fixed him. His third bowl, now. He burped. Trashes should talk about him. Especially American trashes. His skills and talents went above anyone else.
He was a god.
Hiruma got sick on Monday.
When they ventured over to America, Hiruma caught the flu on the way, and grew sick. Hiruma could feel himself growing ill on Sunday, when they rode the plane, but didn't tell Agon. His immune system was good.
Just not today.
"Fuck-ing—!" Hiruma sneezed, catching himself. He sat near Agon on the plane, sneezing. Agon looked over at him.
What the fuck? Agon thought to himself, looking at his trash. He had never seen Hiruma sneeze. Let alone, cough. The fuck was wrong with this trash?
Hiruma didn't know. He thought about the flu going on in America that had been passed around, then the Interview they had tomorrow on Monday. They had been invited to be interviewed as Captain and Ace, as all Top 3 teams were participating in the Rice Bowl.
They had made it.
Shin Seijuro was being interviewed, along with Eyeshield 21; Kobayakawa Sena. Hiruma had hoped his immune system would kill this flu and murder that fucker by the time they arrived, but, it wasn't happening. Hiruma grabbed any pill bottle he could and loaded it into their cart as soon as possible when they got off their plane and arrived in America, going to the nearest Walgreen's they could find possible.
"Trash," Agon said, seeing Hiruma pop pills into his mouth, hurriedly, hadn't paying for them, yet. "Watch yourself…"
"I know…!" Hiruma bit back at him, cranky. "Watch yourself, ass fuck!"
He popped another pill into his mouth, twisting the cap shut. Agon's eye twitched. He couldn't believe this trash. Customers walked past them, shooting off glances.
"What are those two doing?" A woman asked in English, walking by with her kids, grabbing their hands, rushing off, hurriedly from the pill section. "They probably don't know what they're doing; those foreigners! They have the nerve!"
Hiruma paid no attention. He'd swallow these pills without hesitation with his own damn saliva if he had to—!
Then the officer came over.
"Hey," He grabbed Hiruma's shoulder, turning him around. He froze. "The hell are you doing, yellow monkey? This ain't how we do things in America."
Hiruma glanced over his shoulder at him. Agon noticed.
Damn.
"Ah-?" Agon raised his lip, turning his head to the officer. He wore his hood over him, along with a deep army green jacket. "The hell are you talking about, trash?"
Oh, no.
"Well, shouldn't be a problem if I'm paying for them," Hiruma snarked, trying to sniff the snot running down his nose. He didn't need Agon doing something stupid. "Right, Fucking Officer? Kekekeke…"
He did, anyway.
"You…" The officer growled. "You and your—"
He laid his hand on Hiruma's shoulder, grabbing him.
Agon turned around.
Hiruma closed his eyes. He had been trying to resolve this situation without Agon reacting, but, that wasn't going to happen. Agon would react, anyway. He was impulsive.
"Kongo Agon?!" The officer's eyes went wide, seeing him. "Y-You're that footballer guy, that been playing them footballs in the Rice Bowl—"
"Ah?!" Agon leered, inching towards him, raising his hand for a chop. "What?! Trash!"
Agon was being loud. Noisy. Hiruma went ahead and paid for his pills at the front checkout counter, handing the cashier his golden rewards program card, while Agon caused a scene. He got a 15% discount on anything he bought from this store. Kekekeke! Agon wanted to cause a commotion, he let him. That's what he wanted. He let Agon do him.
"C'mon," Hiruma shouted out, turning his head near the walk-out exit door, looking in Agon's direction, now near the cosmetics. How he had gotten there, he had no idea. Agon looked up at him. "We're leaving."
Agon left the ring of trashes. All he had been doing was saying, "Ah?!" To each trash that came near him and asked questions.
Hiruma had forgotten the water to take the pills with in the store.
He had been too eager to leave the store and grab Agon that the water had slipped his mind. He cursed. Agon already seemed miles down the parking lot before Hiruma called out to him, saying he was turning back to grab something.
"AH?!" Agon shouted, ten meters away from him. "Turning back?!"
"Yes!" Hiruma rolled his eyes. Agon was making a big deal out of everything. "To get the water…"
His voice grew hoarse towards the end. He cursed in his head. He didn't have the time or energy to be yelling at Agon in the middle of the parking lot of Walgreen's.
"AHHH~?!" Agon grinned. "Couldn't hear you, trash!"
He had figured out he had caught the flu.
Hiruma covered his face. He cursed, turned around, and went inside. Agon went in with him, anyway, and gave trashes the "chop" hand each time one came near him, attempting to strike fear in them. Hiruma laughed. Agon was having fun. He wasn't necessarily trying to scare them, he was only doing that for his own sake and pleasure.
He laughed.
Agon and Hiruma were privately driven to a studio on Monday, as they spent the night at a nearby private hotel. The studio set up a discussion panel for the two and news anchor to discuss plays of the season and interview them, like promised. Agon kept his arm wrapped around Hiruma as they entered. He wore a Green Bay Packers starter jacket upon entering, but changed into a black Yeezus printed one, changing his mind, entering the dressing room.
"You like Kanye West?" An Asian girl had asked Agon upon changing, blushing. Agon took off his jacket, growing frustrated near the clothing rack. He looked at her.
"What, bitch?" he asked.
She seemed horrified. Hiruma had to shoot that bitch away, as she was trying to come onto his Agon, spraying bullets into the air. Agon was handsome, and a lot of Western women had fallen in love with his reggae look and bad-boy vibe over the past six months.
Hiruma laughed. Agon was so aloof. He didn't notice. All Agon had cared about was his trash. Hiruma. That was it. No one else.
Hiruma had grown androgynous.
Since being with Agon, Hiruma had become more open with his fashion, in terms of sense, as wearing androgynous looks. He had worn a black fur coat and lace bralette for this interview, along with black sports leggings and those white Nike Air Force 1's Agon had showed him all those years ago. Four now, and counting... He smiled. They fit him perfectly. Hiruma stared ahead. They sat in counter height chairs, facing the interviewer on the open panel, him sitting in his chair as well, right across from them, holding a set of cue cards to read from the interview. It was very professional. They had five seconds before they started.
Agon settled on the Yeezus jacket.
Hiruma placed his hand against Agon's thigh.
Agon looked him over. Ah? He thought to himself, looking at Hiruma as he didn't look him in the eye. The hell was wrong with his trash?
Hiruma was happy.
He was also nervous. He felt many things. At once. This was a big interview. ESPN. Sports Network. Agon and Hiruma were on a panel millions of fans would be watching in now, three… two… one seconds...!
It started.
"Welcome, everybody, to ESPN network," The white news anchor started, approaching the camera with his look, smiling, spreading his arms wide. "This is Ryan John speaking. We have a great night prepared for you party people at home, as these two guest have been wonderfully invited over from Japan just to speak with us. Thanks for coming."
He nodded at Agon and Hiruma. Hiruma nodded his head in duced respect. He latched a gun on his shoulder. A black, LWRC REPR rifle with an 18" barrel. Hiruma had gotten permission to show his firearm on screen, as his threat of notebooks was not something to mess with. Hiruma smirked. Agon did, too.
"Everybody, say 'Hey!' to Agon Kongo," The interview directed his cue cards at Agon waving, raising his left hand in respect, smirking his mouth to the side, snorting, "and Youichi Hiruma! Yeah!"
Ryan John pumped his fist in the air. The crowd on the set greeted them warmly, laughing, beginning to cheer as the interview started, giving it a nice pace. Ryan John asked Agon a question.
"So, Agon," he began to say, facing him in his chair. "I've got a lot of words for you, young man."
"Ah?" Agon laughed easy, voice smooth. "You do?"
"Yes," Ryan John laughed. "You have been a player to watch this season, haven't you? Crushing opponents left to right with your Godspeed Impulse! How old were you when you found out about it?"
"I was four," Agon answered, talking in English, doing good. "When my family found out about it. They just thought I was real smart and could climb trees fast,"
The crowd laughed.
"No, but then I went out and got tested," Agon continued, talking, "and the doctor actually named it, calling it the Godspeed Impulse, born once every 100 years; a century"
"You actually got tested?"
"Yeah, my brother Unsui told my mom once, seeing me do a backhandspring down the street, mimicking a formation I had seen an olympian do for the first time, and from there, it was history." Agon laughed easy.
"Wow," The interviewer said. "I am amazed. And what about you, Hiruma? You with those guns, where'd you pick that habit up?"
Hiruma laughed easy. "An American Military Base." he answered in English. "In Japan."
"Oh? So the Japanese like weapons, too, don't they?"
The crowd laughed.
"Well, I'd love to talk about your background all damn day, but we've got to get moving." Ryan switched his cue cards. He looked up at Agon. "Now Agon, if you had to pick a player, who would it be—"
"Shin." Agon answered, easy, leaning back in his chair. He wore Air Jordan 8 Retro "ThreePeat". They were white/bright concord-black-infrared. A golden chain laced around his neck. Two.
"You didn't even let me finish reading my card," The interviewer bit back playfully. "What if it said to have sex with?"
"Oh, then Hiruma." Agon answered. He grinned. The crowd chuckled. Agon faced Hiruma. He looked at him lustfully. The interviewer seemed to take note of this, as, he skipped a couple cue cards and remained on one, rolling his fingers over it.
"Now," Ryan started. "It's been skeptical among the fans, and I'm sure I'm not the only one who thinks this, but…"
"But…?" Agon played into his tune, humming. His smile was warm. Hiruma liked it when Agon spoke in English. He sounded pretty. Agon liked it when he fucked Hiruma and he slipped into English subconsciously during it. He smirked.
"But, you all have been very… close, as your kouhai describe it." He continued. " Isn't that underclassmen in Japanese?"
"...Yes." Agon nodded his head. The hell was this interview going? He hadn't asked about anything dealing with sports yet!
"And your arm is wrapped around Hiruma's chair…" The interviewer peered, looking over at him; his arm. "What's going on with you two? Hahaha…"
"Kekekeke…" Hiruma laughed to himself.
Agon blew off a laugh.
"I mean, you two are called the PowerHouse of the South!" The interviewer exclaimed. "Almost like a power couple. How awesome is that?"
"Pretty awesome." Agon noted, nodding slowly, thinking. He thought for a long time. Hiruma had known. It would go in this direction. He wasn't stupid.
"So… are you?" The mood turned ominous. "A couple? Fans have been skeptical of you two from the very beginning. They didn't let Last Year's performance go from you two. They call you the dragon and the demon over in Japan, don't they?"
"They do," Agon said. "What about it?"
"I mean, your Devil's Advocate play really has the fans going bananas!" Ryan pointed to the green screen beside them. It showed clips of Hiruma hopping on Agon's waist, kissing him, confusing opponents and teammates alike. The play combined the style of the Dragonfly Agon used to do with Unsui, but had a devil's twist that allowed the demon to swindle it in his favor, causing confusion. Agon smirked. Hiruma was smart.
It was a brilliant play.
"A lot of people look up to you, Agon," The interviewer, Ryan, began to say. "Are you prepared to break hearts tonight? Are the two of you… together?"
Agon didn't give a fuck.
Hiruma had been waiting for this moment all year. The moment when Agon had the chance to claim him. Now was the time. To call him his. He looked up at Agon. Agon looked over at him. Hiruma remembered the moment when Agon first kissed him, and how he ran away when Hiruma gave him a chance. Another chance presented itself to Agon.
Would he take it?
Aaah? Agon thought to himself. These trashes want me to do some weird shit, huh? Hiruma gave him a weird gaze, too. Agon didn't want trashes to jack off to him and no gay homos coming up his ass about this shit, but silently, within himself, he realized something. It was time. He faced Hiruma.
He kissed him.
He slipped his tongue into his mouth. Hiruma's body went warm. The crowd let out gasps. Agon raised his hand, and also a well deserved "chop" hand, kissing Hiruma. He was proud of him, Hiruma realized. Agon was proud. Of him.
Agon pulled away.
"Yeah," Agon said lowly to Hiruma, locking his gaze with his. Agon's eyes glittered blue beneath the lenses. "He's mine."
A shout went throughout the crowd, cheering. Claps were heard. The interview chewed his lip. All along the interviewer had tried to get at him, and it didn't work. The crowd responded well. Agon smirked at Hiruma. He claimed him.
Agon had claimed him.
Him.
Him.
"Fucking Boyfriend." He had called him that since the day of the interview, now as three days passed. They were in a hotel, still in America, Hiruma getting over his flu, Agon, coming on to one. He had told Agon not to touch him, but, Agon ignored what he said. He still had sex with him.
And now he was sick.
"You're so stupid…" Hiruma had sighed into him when Agon had sex with him the morning after the interview on Monday, now as it was approaching Tuesday afternoon. They were in a private suite; an all white room, with mosaic, gold glistening across ceiling decorations and stair railings. Their feet placed against the white marble flooring.
It was big.
"Trash…" Agon said, upon walking into their private suite after the interview; top floor of the building. "This… is... for me...?"
"Mhm…" Hiruma laughed cheeky, lounging his gun across his shoulder from the interview. He was proud. Of Agon. For doing that. "All for you, Kekekeke…"
Hiruma had been happy since Agon claimed him, though, he hadn't told him that. His lips still burned with that passionate fire Agon gave him that late afternoon. He looked at Agon.
"Pick me up," he urged him, noticing his height. "Fucking Boyfriend."
The door was shut behind them. Agon was 6'3, now. Tall. Hiruma was 5'9. He'd only grown a cm or 2 during these past couple of years, but, he figured, now as he was 19 approaching 20… he was reaching his final height.
Agon did as he was told, as always. He scooped up Hiruma into his arms. The space was so large, almost like a massive, private, mansion. Hiruma looped his arms around him.
Agon carried him to the bedroom.
When they got there, he tossed him on the bed. Hiruma changed out of the outfit he wore and into a more… lax look, as he wore Agon's T-shirt. It was white.
"Agon…" Hiruma had noted, feeling Agon move across his neck, joining him. He laughed. He threw his head back against the pillows, joking loudly to himself. "Kekekeke…"
Agon pulled back. Hiruma's hand came across Agon's shoulder. He looked him in the eye. "Wanna go to the bath…?" He asked him in his ear, whispering. He licked it. Chills went down Agon's spine. Hiruma began to laugh. "Kekekeke…"
Hiruma got up from the bed. He walked towards the bathroom slowly, motioning for Agon to come and follow him, using his index finger. Agon followed Hiruma almost as hopeless puppy would for food as he tore off his jacket, shoes, shirt, then pants, kicking them off as Hiruma disappeared around the corner, entering the private master bathroom.
Agon joined him.
A private bath was ready, filled with water, meeting Agon's eyes. Hiruma had set it up, earlier, before Agon had noticed. He called the room in on the plane while Agon was sleeping, and during the time Agon had been stressing out about what to wear, arriving at the studio, he rushed back to the suite to get the bath set and ready.
The bathwater was covered in rose petals.
Agon noticed petals on the floor, too, leading to the bath surrounded by candles, as the lights were cut off. The room seemed to glow, Hiruma radiating in it's presence, as his hair was flattened, looking away. His eyes seemed to glitter in the candlelight. Hiruma reached up to his ears.
He took out his piercings.
He was beautiful. That was the first thing that entered Agon's mind, upon seeing Hiruma's naked body, moving up to the trash, kissing him, touching him, lifting the shirt over his head. His dreads draped over Hiruma's bony shoulders as he kissed them. Hiruma moaned.
"Agon…" His nose grew red. His cheeks flushed. He touched the palm of the hand from his lover's as it traced down him, feeling his body. He rubbed him.
Agon and Hiruma got in the bath.
