Agon POV
"Which one is this Shin, Sena-boy?" The strange voice caught my attention, and instantly I trained my eyes on this 'demon 13' that had become a new part of Deimon. The new player who was said to equal my talent, what a fucking joke.
"Demon 13..." The other Nagas murmured, looking over at the DevilBat's trash. I chuckled low in my throat, ready to squash this shit and show everyone that the 'demon' was as pathetic as the rest of his team. I flung the ball with full power, aiming it for the guy's face, it was probably a good thing he was wearing his helmet- otherwise getting hit by the ball would scramble his brains.
He turned and caught the ball one-handed. What the fuck? A smile creeped onto his lips as he walked over, holding out the ball to me, "Slippery fingers huh? You should be more careful. Here, your ball." There was challenge in that tone that just drove me up the fucking wall.
I stepped into him, looking down at him with a glare, "Watch yourself, garbage." I said in a hiss.
He shoved the ball into my face, hardly a centimeter between my nose and the ball, "Go ahead, take the ball." Fucker! I snapped, grabbing his forearm, intending to break it in half and surprised when it didn't instantly yield to the force I put on his bones. Shocked even more when he suddenly yanked his arm down, twisting his body, and stepping behind me, forcing my arm up behind my back. WHAT THE FUCK!? "Hm, don't you know, demons do blood-lust best." His words were practically a purr, I could hear the sinister intent in his tone. "Mm, from this position I could snap your neck..." Holy fuck, normal people didn't sound like that! "I'd bet it would make a lovely crunching noise." I was torn between rage and a shocking dose of fear; I never felt fear before! What the hell was this guy? I felt his thumb ride up the back of my neck. "Oh yes, it would pop like popcorn..."
"What is going on here?!" Looks like the chairman of the high school leagues had arrived.
"Just some boys rough-housing..." Demon 13 released my arm, walking around me, headed back towards his team, "we'd never actually hurt each other..." He said to the chairman as he passed him, turning and pukering his lips at me. Mother fucker!
The chairman studied me and then the Deimon trash, letting our scuffle go as he walked up to the podium. What proceeded was the usual way of laying out all the teams for the season's games. I wasn't interested in that, too busy watching Demon 13 and imagining how loud he would scream when I broke him on the field.
"That was so awesome, man!" The idiot blond from Poisedon said to the trash. I wish I had broken his fucking shoulder instead of just dislocating it last time, he wouldn't be wearing that grin if I had.