Hiruma POV

"This pants look pretty good on me, huh, Youichi?" Cherry turned, showing her butt to me. Yes, yes, they looked awesomely tight.

"Just hurry up!" I snapped.

"You lack patience, you know it." She murmured as she started wrapping bandages around her chest to flatten her beautiful breasts; it was a pity.

"I don't care." I was trying not to watch her so closely, but apparently my eyes didn't get the message.

"What a rotten man." She snickered, putting on the shoulder pads and throwing on her new jersey. Unlucky number 13, "Well? Do I look like a football player?" She grinned, putting on the helmet that had its own tinted blue eyeshield.

I nodded, "Lets go then. Its your debut game, 13."

"Hurrah hurrah!" she cheered, following me out to the field.

"You can't tell anyone who you are, remember?"

"That's like the sixth time you've said so. I don't have Alzhiemers'. I got it, Youichi." She said with a laugh.

"Whose that?" Mamori asked, everyone staring at Cherry in her new uniform.

"Demon 13." I shrugged, waving the idiot manager out of my way, "You stay off your foot, 13 is your filler until you're better!" I snapped at Sena, "If you let any of our opponents know you're injured I'll kill you! And if you don't get better pretty damn fast, 13 will permenantly take your place!" Cherry snorted a laugh behind me and I passed her a glare to shut up.

Sena paled, "Yes Hiruma-san." Who would've thought that this cowardly kid was now a football fanatic who wasn't afraid to rush opponents?

"That's mean Hiruma-san, we wouldn't really take Sena-kun off field like that..." Kurita murmured.

"Shut it, fat ass! Hell yes I would! I want to win! Whatever it takes! End of story!" I snapped. "Don't you dare let anyone know you're hurt, I really mean it! If you do, you're Cerberus' dinner!" I pointed at Sena threateningly.

"Geeze, he got it, lighten up." Cherry smacked my shoulder pad, then looked at Sena, "Just heal up kiddo, I'll keep everyone confused until then." She patted his head, "Let's gooo!" She exclaimed with a pump of her fist, taking the lead towards the field.

I caught up to her, taking the lead back; it was MY job. "You better do your part."

"Mmm-hmm...wait, which side am I supposed to run to? I'm supposed to get the ball first right?" I fumed, glaring death at her. WE'D GONE OVER THIS A MILLION TIMES! She laughed, "I'm kidding. Damn. I've got this, a little trust please."

"I don't trust anyone." I informed her in a growl.

"Too bad." She shrugged. We paraded out on to the field as we were supposed to. Our opponents today were the Koigahama Cupids, an easy first game for Cherry, I doubt they'd be able to catch her.

We got into our huddle, "We'll kill them! YAAA-HAAAA!" I proclaimed.

"YAA-HAA!" The team echoed. Alright. The line was ready, idiot monkey was ready, the dumb tight-end was ready, everyone was ready. I watched Cherry get into her set; planting her feet, then practically shimmied into a crouch. Another weird habit probably.

Now all was left to do was wait for the kick off. Here it came! Monta caught the ball, lucky him, he wouldn't end up shot later. Then passed it to Cherry.

I could see everyone's eyes widen as 'Demon 13' rocketed down the football field. Even I was a bit impressed. Damn the girl could run, I'd made a good bet with her. I couldn't tell if she was more agile than Sena or if the Cupids just sucked that bad, because she had made it all the way to the other end without anyone coming close to touching her.

"Touchdown Deimon!"

Cherry twined her fingers together and then stretched them over her head, loosening herself as she walked back over to the team. "Well? Tell me I did good, Youichi." Her grin was wicked, I could bet her eyes matched it perfectly. I debated kicking her like I did with the rest of the team; the light kick where I didn't have to say anything but they got the message that I approved. But before I came to an answer, she seemed to sense my thoughts, getting closer to me, "If you treat me as roughly as the others, I'll be the one kicking your ass."

I laughed, not at all threated, "Whatever. Good job, 13." I said in a snicker. Then called for the rest of the team. We were going to whip these dumbass Cupids senseless!

^Author's note: Well I'm kinda debating just dropping this story now, are there any objections? If there are, please let me know and I may be able to revamp myself into getting more done of this story. :) Thanks for reading in any case! ^