Cherry POV

Bando Spiders here I come. Oh, he was kinda cute, red hair, red eyes, how unique. Yeah, it was going to be just too bad that I was going to have to hurt him.

"Watch yourself, that red-eyed bastard has some tricks up his sleeve." Youichi hissed to me as we set up for the game to begin.

I chuckled, "I have a few of my own."

"Set! Hut! Hut!"

"Onside kick!" Youichi yelled.
I directed my attention that way, watching the running pattern of the Spiders for a moment before making my move. That was a neat trick, waiting for the line members to try to fix their balance and pushing so they'd fall. Mine was better though. I put my foot behind Togano's, slightly slamming my shoulder into him, then doing the same to Kuroki beside him. They both jolted forward, forced to push over their opponent by my weight. I grabbed the ball just before it hit the ground, using the route I had opened up between Togano and Kuroki.

"Your beat doesn't impress me." Hello red-eyes. I didn't have the chance to ask 'beat?' before we moved into eachother. I lowered myself as he threw out his arms to stop me, moving into him and once again using my shoulder, slamming it into the side of him, and then pushing up. It was enough force to throw him off, nearly turning him 45 degrees as he tried to regain balance.

Lucky me, he was the last defender, "Touchdown!"

"Akaba-san?" The Spider's eyed their red-eyed leader with shock.

"No hard feelings about me pushing you guys alittle, right?" I asked, smacking Togano and Kuroki on their backs, "I didn't freak you out?"

"No man, what the hell was that?!" They turned to me, glaring, "Did you think we needed your help?"

"Not at all, I just thought that would be fun!" I grinned, "Nah?"

They pursed their lips, probably trying to decide if I was looking down on them, "Let's go! Its time to play!" Youichi called.

"Yay play!" I paraded back to my place on the field. Our field goal was an easy extra point, but now it was our turn to attack. I loved attacking! I targetted Akaba, a good idea I supposed, I mean, if they ran the ball-he was going to be in front of that runner and would have to be taken down anyway.

"Set! Hut! Hut! HUT!" Yep, they were running it! Yay! I zig-zagged through the others, locking onto Akaba and his runner, I don't think he even noticed me coming from the side yet. There is was, he finally saw me, too late though. I put one arm across his chest, pushing forward, once again using an upwards angle but this time it swept his feet out from under him. I then used my other arm in the same way to hook the runner behind him with force, putting that guy on his ass.

"I underestimated your melody, I won't do it again." I heard Akaba say as he got back up to his feet. How was I supposed to respond to that? 'Melody'? We were playing football, not having a band competition, right? Did I miss that memo?

"Oi! Get your ass over here!" Youichi yelled to me, looking ever so fierce. Meeeeow.

"Do I have a theme song?" I asked Youichi as we huddled as a team.

"Huah?"

"Huuuah?"

"Huuuuuuh?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"That guy said he underestimated my melody, so do I have cool theme music or something that you didn't tell me about?" Ah epiphany, I know what my theme song would be, "It's 'Monster' by Skillet!? Right?!"

"You don't have a theme song! Just concentrate on the game and ignore anything that Red-eyed bastard says to you!" Youichi snapped, "Let's go then! Kill them! Ya-haa!"

"Ya-haaa!" I pumped my fist, then went to go get into set.
Youichi commented after nearly every game that the way I got into my set was weird and it looked like I was just shaking my ass which no one would be impressed with anyway (what a jerk thing to say, even if he didn't mean it). I guess he had no idea that my little 'shimmy' as he refered to it, served a purpose. As a demon, my body is naturally geared towards hunting, however I have to tone it down to play with the humans...so instead of just going wild and letting it all come out, I have to reach each muscle one by one and make sure I'm not pumping too much strength into them.
Hence the planting my feet, rolling my ankles, raising my heels up and down a couple times to gear my calves, rotating a small circle with my knees to catch my knees and thighs, doing a lazy eight with my pelvice to fix my hips, squatting for the set, flexing my abs then shoulder blades, twisting both arms from hand to wrist to elbow, and finally cracking my neck.
Its not like any of our opponents had said anything about it anyway, so was it that weird?

"Not this time!" Oh hey, Akaba! I didn't even see him there, I guess I had been thinking too much about my shimmy. Avoid or run into? Eh, let's avoid. I half jumped forward, cutting my landing with a hard shift of my foot so that I was off and running an opposite direction in an instant. He was behind me, not bad for a human. I jumped again, but this time I slammed the ball of my foot down first, pushing off for a scream of extra speed.

"Touch down!" Awww...my the bands around my ankles were getting all messed up again. Damn it.