Kakei POV

"So that's the 'demon 13' that everyone seems so concerned about?" Mizumachi asked in a bright voice, grin already in place. He snickered, "I don't see what there's to worry about."

"Don't underestimate him Mizumachi..." We'd already seen the force he possessed, actually laying Banba out, not to mention cracking their helmets- what the hell? I could only wonder how fucking hard had they hit eachother to actually crack their helmets!

"I'm not." Mizumachi replied, though he obviously was, I could detect it in his tone.

That 'Demon 13' gave me a bad feeling. I know it wasn't because he was actually frightening, he was short and lean. And it's not like his intellect was something to fear; he could have avoided Banba all together, Banba figuring out his route meant that he hadn't thought of a trickier route to use. No, I knew what this feeling was about. It was the shear amount of violence Demon 13 displayed. He had absolutely no issue actually hurting someone, severly hurting someone; some of those Amino guys had ended up with broken or fractured bones, and a lot of the people who had tackled him at some point, ended up with broken ribs, and so much more. That's what was sending up red-flags for me.

"Set! Hut! Hut!" Deimon was definitely going to use that runner. Definitely. "Hut!" We were prepared for it, Demon 13 would come to me.
He was fast, he was really fucking fast. And he wasn't dodging. Did he really think that he was just going to be able to ram through me as he had been able to do against the Sphinx. Not a chance. I extended my arms, this was going to be too easy... Wait! He had just sped up, had just altered his footing, lowering his body, flashing through the tiny gap between my arm and body, what the fuck?! I turned, reaching out, but too late, he was already down the field.

"I couldn't catch him..." I murmured in disbelief. How had he done that? Speeding up, getting in close range, then twisting just enough to slide through the small opening in my defense.

"Its okay, Kakei! Next time!" Mizumachi smacked me on the back, trying in his own loud-mouthed way to comfort me. Next time indeed.

Mizumachi got the 'next time' with Demon 13, since the running back had gone through me like a hot knife through butter, but Mizumachi was crazy enough not to give up. He even caught up to Demon 13 in the end-zone, he didn't stop the touchdown, but I was surprised that he'd caught the runner. Or had he? Demon 13 had apparently lowered his body when Mizumachi had tackled him, and then shifted sideways so the blond went tumbling over his back... and Mizumachi hadn't gotten up yet.

"Mizumachi!" I called as I ran over to him, watching Demon 13 just walk away like he hadn't even been tackled; how could he have stayed on his feet while Mizumachi was now on his back!?

"Ow..." Mizumachi murmured softly, this look of astonishment on his face, "That freaking hurt."

"Are you okay?" It was hard to believe that Mizumachi was the one hurting, since he was the one who did the tackling...

"It was like tackling a fucking rock, Kakei..." Mizumachi let out a light groan as he clamored to his feet, holding his stomach, "He like braced his body, his shoulder pad dug right into my guts...and then he threw me! As if stopping me like that wasn't enough! Man, he's mean." I expected a tantrum from Mizumachi, but instead he was pouting about it.

"We have offense next, let's try to get some ground." I murmured, patting Mizumachi on the back. I found myself gazing back at Demon 13, what kind of monster was he? To be able to brace his body and stop full-speed Mizumachi in his tracks-damn. As if sensing my look, Demon 13 sent me a grin, nodding his head. Fucker.

"Set! Hut! Hut!" I could see Demon 13 already rolling his shoulder blades, feet planted firmly, calves completely tense. ...This was not going to be good... "Hut!"

Osamu was going to get slammed bad at this rate, "Get rid of the ball!" I yelled over the roar of the game, already fearing for the upper-classman. He looked terrified as he threw the ball to me. I watched as Demon 13 didn't really brake as much as he skidded, almost drifting like a racecar as he targetted me, a vicious grin in place. Oh fuck. I ran for it, hoping I'd at least get a couple yards before that guy tackled me.

SLAM. I was impacted from the side with such force the breath left my body for a moment. I had been expecting him from the back, not from the side like this... Oh shit, ow. I could feel my rib-cage shudder under the pressure, pain following almost instantly as I hit the ground. I had never been hit that hard. I felt 13 get off of me, looked up to find him looking down at me, his head tilted to the side.

"You alright, you look shell-shocked?" His voice mimicked curiousity. Fuck yeah I was shell-shocked. When did he even get to my side? He'd have to have sped up to get almost in front of me to hit me from that angle! What the hell was this guy?