Hiruma POV

Damn it. DAMN IT!

"What's wrong, Youichi?" Cherry asked, leaning over my lap and looking up at my face. This girl knew nothing of personal space!

I gave her a heavy glare. Telling her what was pissing me off would probably make her laugh. I could already picture her wicked little smirk as she said something like 'what a whiner'.

"Come on, tell me. It must be bad if you don't even yell my lovely nickname when you came home." She said, a concerned mask perfectly in place-I might've believed it if I didn't know her better.

"Its none of your damn business, red-haired bitch." I growled lowly.

She smiled, almost too perky at being called a bitch. "There you go! That's much more fun." She laid across my legs as if she belonged there, "Now tell me what's pissing you off." I had no doubts that she wouldn't let up if I didn't tell her what she wanted to know, "come on now." She traced the seam on the arm rest of the couch, seeming like she had all the time in the world.

I sighed in defeat, "Eyeshield 21, that dumbass, got himself injured."

"Mmm, that is that little Sena boy that's on your American football team?" She asked and I nodded, still feeling rage running through my veins. Without Eyeshield's feet, our team was pretty much screwed, "What happened? He'll heal, yes?"

"Got distracted while training, broke his ankle." I spat out, nearly snarling with frustration, "Couple months at least to heal, and that's not even counting the extra time for the muscles around the ankle to rebuild their strength."

She hummed softly, "How fragile." she seemed to say that to herself.

"What?"

"Human bones are so fragile." She shrugged. "What's your plan for your team then? Withdraw?"

"Fuck no." I snorted with distain at the thought; I worked too damn hard to make this team work to withdraw. But, what was I going to do? I started working it over aloud. "I don't want any of the other teams to know we have a weakness, need to figure out how to get Sena out without letting anyone realize that our play is like that because he's hurt...Damn it."

"Find an equally fast runner, make like that runner is another trump card in addition to your Eyeshield, make them think you only put Sena on the back-burner so your 'new runner' can get some game-time in." I frowned as Cherry spoke. It actually was a pretty good idea. Damn her. Why didn't I think of that?!

But, "Eyeshield's speed is unmatched, very hard to find anyone else that fast that isn't already taken. Damn it." I found myself subconciously fingering her red hair. She looked over her shoulder, giving me that grin that I was starting to learn meant trouble, "What?"

"If you ask nicely, I'll play." That's when she sat up, straddling me, "I'm devilishly fast...you know." God damn it! Why was she so hot?! Why did she seem to know how hot she was too?! She knew how to use it too! Damn it to fucking hell!

It was a plan though. The girl was fast. I had seen her move with incredible speed while helping me with some of my blackmail. And there was no rule against girl players. We could enroll her and...

A plan was starting to form in my head. "How much would I have to pay for this?" I sneered. Cherry was not a free worker, she was as bad as me.

There was that wicked smile again as she slid her body closer to mine, her chest to mine, arms on my shoulders, "Oh we could just keep it a surprise...you can afford it though, I'm sure." She slowly licked her lips. I couldn't keep myself from watching. Her tongue sweetly running along her top lip, rolling down to stroke the bottom lip...

I clenched my teeth. Stop it self. This kind of woman was trouble. Trouble with a capital T. Fuck, look at her though...she was my kind of troublesome woman...

"Che. Fine." I hissed. She answered with a giggle.

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