Hiruma POV

Holy fuck Cherry could move. While Sena had his incredible change of pace, Cherry was just...chaotic. She altered her footing, she altered her stride, she altered her speed, she altered nearly everything she did at every turn, even I couldn't make a prediction of what was coming next.

On top of her amazing speed, she was fucking tough for such a little woman. Even the Chameleons were having a hard time knocking her off her feet, even using their dirty tricks. And even when they gave her a solid hit or a solid tackle, she would slam their ass right back.

"Next?" Cherry nudged me, "Want me to fetch the ball?" She smiled; she wanted to put down one of those Chameleons hard, I almost felt sorry for their running back.

It was a good idea, and a fine way to scare the Chameleons even more than they already were. I gave her a nod. "LET'S KILL THEM! YA-HAAAA!"

"Ya-haaa!" The team echoed. We got into our set, I wondered what technique she was going to use to pound that running back.

"Set! Hut! Hut!" And here it came. Oh hell. She had looped around the entire team, catching the Zokugaku-back from the side. That was going to hurt like a son of a bitch. Her arm snaked around the Chameleon, pushing up and back, throwing him down with more force than a girl her size should have. She then put her hand under the football in the guy's arms as he went down, using centrifical force as she spun to cup the ball to her chest, and then off she went running.

I didn't even ask her to turn that run over! But there she went, heading for the touchdown with hesitation.

"You're insane, man!" The 'huh-huh' brothers slapped Cherry's back. She waved them off with a smile.

I could already see everybody's thoughts. The Chameleons were freaked out, Sena had never thrown them down that hard, even our line wasn't that violent. Scouts had shown up by the dozens after Cherry's debut game against the Cupids, and they were as freaked out as the Chameleons. I didn't blame them. If I didn't know better, just from Cherry's preformance thus far, I'd think she was Shin's evil long-lost twin brother. Even though she wasn't as tall or as broad as Shin was, she made up for it with her unpredictable nature; she was easily as strong and as fast as Shin was. In short, she was a monster.

How in the world was she that strong anyway? She could lift 125 kg! What kind of super-model did you know that could lift that much? Plus, I could only imagine the stress that Cherry put on her body with her insane turns, and increases in speed at a moment's notice; I would've thought she'd tear muscles and ligaments by now.

"It's rude to check out my ass in the middle of a game." Cherry whispered in my ear, jolting me out of my thoughts.

"Shut up!" I snapped at her, watching her walk off. Well...she did have a nice ass. Ugh, it's still only half-time, I should be concentrating on the game! Damn you, red-haired bitch!

"Hiruma-san?" Kurita asked questioningly as we all rewrapped our ankles and drank water. I knew he was wondering why 13 got me so irritated, since I was infamously the one with the cool head; if only he knew it was Cherry, the one, the only, who knew how to push my buttons. I chose to ignore him all together, its not like I could tell him why I was so annoyed anyway, I didn't even know why.

"I don't think I'm wrapping this right..." I looked up as Cherry spoke. The binds around her ankles to keep them protected were all messed up and tangled; I had made her start wearing them after our first game because of how much stress she put on her ankles. And, of course, I had been the one to initially put them on for her. I glared at her. "Well I didn't twist them up on purpose, give me a break." The goddamned manager knelt to fix Cherry's binds, Cherry sent a grin at me.

God, why did she aggravate me so much? And yet, I still really really liked her...