Oh. My. God. No one is updating their freaking stories. NOBODY! What the hell?! Where are all my favorite fucking writers at!? Update, please! At the very least, I can give you guys an update... That makes me feel a little better.

By the by, not to get you guys hyped up or anything, but I have been writing this story nearly three days non-stop. But like, none of it is in chronological order. I literally have shit already written for summer in America. I barely even know how to start the next fucking chapter let alone how to get that far! But don't you worry, I'll figure it out! Somehow... (Something tells me this is going to be a loooooong ass fic. Crap.)

"Today's the day! You're coming with me, right?"

Yuki hummed, half asleep, nursing a cup of tea on the couch. The weatherman quietly insisted it was going to be a lovely day.

"Hello?"

"Hmm... What?"

"You heard me." Abby sat down and placed a hand on her sister's. "Please come with me. I don't wanna be alone."

Yuki cracked an eyelid, squinting in her direction.

"The only people I know are gonna be busy playing or running errands, or something. Please?"

Yuki shut her eye and grumbled, "You pout like your brother."

"Is that a 'yes'?"

She hummed. Then sighed, standing up slowly. "Fine."

Abby shot into the air. "YES! Hurry up, we're gonna be late!"

"Put your uniform on, Abby," she called before taking another sip from her mug.

"My uniform?" The girl echoed, already at the top of the stairs. "It's Saturday."

"In Japan, many schools require students to wear the uniform to events. Better to be safe than sorry."

"But it's Saturday!"

"Put it on, or I do not go."

"Cheater!"

"I'm going home now."

"Oh my God, Yuki, it's just a poster. I told you, the football team here likes to showoff." Abby pulled her sister back into the courtyard, passing the large poster of player 21 flipping off the Chameleons' Captain. "If you think that's bad, you should see their clubhouse. It's a casino, I swear!"

Yuki rubbed her forehead and sighed as Abigail led her towards the football field. The game had yet to start and a surprisingly large number of students were already cluttered together on the grassy slope beside the field.

"I guess you were right," Abby mumbled, glancing around. "Everyone is wearing their uniform."

"As I said."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's try to find a good seat."

Yuki's hum was halted by a small gasp. "Is that…?"

Abigail turned as Yuki's dark, somber eyes brightened and gawked when the older woman actually smiled. Not an attempt. Not lines being forced upward. But a natural, honest to God smile.

"Youichi-kun!" She shouted, raising a hand up to the Devilbats. Abigail's eyes leapt to the group of students around her, catapulting away as fast as they could with pure terror etched onto their faces. Any the American locked eyes with immediately paled and skid away faster. Abby shook her head at their insanity and followed her sister-in-law to the field. They stopped in front of the spiky blonde with the number 1 jersey.

Wait, isn't this–

"How are you, Youichi-kun? I haven't seen you in months!"

The man gave a slick grin. "Well, well. If it isn't Fucking Ice Woman. Come to watch us murder those fuckers?"

Her mouth popped into an O shape. Abby stared at Yuki from the corner of her eye, expecting him to have crossed a line, but the woman simply shook her head. Another real– real– smile spreading across her face.

"Good to see you, too, Youichi-kun. Abby," she turned to the girl, "why didn't you tell me he was playing? I would've agreed to come much sooner!"

She blinked, unaccustomed to hearing Yuki speak Japanese. "I did not know."

"Have you not been introduced?" She gestured to the footballer, speaking in English again. "Abby, this is Hiruma Youichi. I have known him since he was young."

Oh my God, it is the devil guy...

"Youichi-kun," she put her hands on Abby's shoulders, pushing her forward lightly, and switching back to Japanese. "This is Abigail." Her face fell for a moment. "Marcus' younger sister."

He knows my brother? Abigail gaped at the boy curiously. He, too, appeared interested in this information, and the small, scheming quirk in his brow didn't escape her.

Disregarding it, she put her hand out. "Nice to be meeting you, uh... Should it be 'Hiruma' or 'Youichi'?"

"Fucking Hero's sister, huh?" He ignored the question and her hand. "I know a lot about you." A shiver ran down her spine and she quickly brought her arm back to her side.

"How do... um... How did you know Marcus?"

"Does it matter?" He turned back to his teammates. "Later, Fucking Ice Woman, Fucking American."

She blinked a few times. What kind of a–?

Yuki called something after him and he turned around, smirking.

"That's got nothing to do with it, and you fucking know it."

"What did you say to him?" Abby asked once they were sitting on the sidelines. Most of the students gave them a wide breadth. Yuki didn't seem to notice.

"I said, 'Good luck'." She giggled. "I had forgotten he does not believe in luck."

"No? What does he believe in?"

"Hard work, planning, tricking." She smiled. "He and Marcus got along well."

Abby returned it. He got on well with my brother and Yuki's hardly stopped smiling since she saw him. Ignoring the rude remarks and weird rumors, I think I might just like this guy. "How did you all meet?"

"Oh, well, Youichi-kun has been sneaking onto the base since a child. That is how I met him. Marcus met him when he was first stationed here."

"The… You mean the base you work at?"

Yuki nodded. "He was a strange child. Adorable. Also very, very smart." She chuckled. "I used to buy mint ice cream that I never shared with anyone, but I gave some to him whenever he would visit. If someone else would ask, I said, 'Get your own! I only share with Youichi-kun! You're not so cute, you know!?' "

Abigail cracked up. "I-Is that why he calls you 'Ice Woman'?"

"He used to call me 'Fucking Ice Cream Lady', but the men at the base began to call me 'Ice Woman' when I would not share. He has called me that as well since middle school." She shrugged. "Trying to be an adult, I suppose."

Abby managed to control her giggles and caught her breath as the teams huddled up. "L-Look, it's starting!"

The lizards were kicking off and Abigail was squirming with excitement. She hadn't seen a live game since her old school's homecoming game last November. The ball was kicked and her jaw dropped. Instead of a standard starting kick that sent the ball forward, this one had the ball hopping all over the place. It was player 80 who eventually caught it.

"Eyeshield 21!" He shouted, passing it to his teammate.

Abigail bounced up and down pointing at player 80. "That's Monta!"

"Wow. Your friend has bad aim," Yuki said dryly as the ball smashed into another spectator's face.

Abby face-palmed. "Oh, for Christ's sake." She watched Hiruma take out his frustrations on the poor boy.

"He is funny, that Monta-san," Yuki chuckled, watching the boy squirm on the field.

"Wait 'til he starts shouting 'Max'."

"'Max?' Who is Max-san?" That dark shine came back into her eyes. "This is another boy you know?"

"I meant 'Max' like 'Maximum'. I think it's his catchphrase or something..."

"No boy?"

"No, no boy! Geez, Yuki. Boy-crazy much?"

"I am not boy crazy!" She insisted, crossing her arms. "I am simply curious. That is all."

"Sure." The game continued, all of the Lizards lined up against Deimon.

"I am no expert, but is that not a bad idea?" Yuki asked. "There is no one near to protect the goal."

Abby nodded. "I guess they're super sure we're gonna run, so they wanna try and block us."

The ball snapped back—Hiruma threw it faster than a bullet. Abby started bouncing again. The Chameleons' Captain, with his incredibly long arms, reached for it but it flew past him. Monta jumped up, caught it, then shouted, "EFFORT MAX DASH!".

He was tackled on the 25th line. In the next play, he caught a touchdown.

"GO MONTA! GOOD JOB DEVILBATS!"

"Good job, Monta-san! Youichi-kun!"

"You're, like, so quiet compared to me."

"I think you are just very loud."

"Hey!"

They watched Hiruma kick for the extra point and Abby laughed as the same poor man on the sidelines was hit in the head by the ball. The next play had Deimon on the defensive. In no time at all, the Chameleons scored their own touchdown and gained the extra kicking point.

"BOO!"

"Must you do that?"

Abby gave a strong nod. "Absolutely. LIZARDS ARE JERKS!"

Yuki shook her head.

"DEVILBATS ARE THE BEST! GO DEVILBATS!"

Abby turned to her sister-in-law. "Yuki, how do I say—?"

Yuki nodded. "Correct."

"Okay!" Abigail cupped her hands around her mouth. "DEVILBATS! LIZARD'S ARE NO MATCH! RUN FAST! CATCH! KICK THEIR ASS! GO DEVILBATS!"

"My, you're loud."

"That's the point." She grinned. "Gotta yell really LOUD so they can hear you on the field! KILL THE LIZARDS! YES! NO! OH MY GOD!"

"Good to know you're enjoying yourself," Yuki chuckled. "Kill the lizards!"

"Louder, louder! Like this: KILL THE LIZARDS!"

"Kill the lizards!" Someone else shouted.

"Go Devilbats, murder the lizards!" Said another.

"Kill the Chameleons!"

"GO DEVILBATS! KILL THE LIZARDS!"

"Good job, Youichi-kun! Keep up the good work everyone!"

Near halftime, all hell broke loose. The lizards' linemen broke every rule in the book; punching, kicking, and hitting the Devilbats wherever they could. Deimon supporters shouted in protest, while Abby screamed at the referee. (Who was apparently both useless and didn't understand English.) Players 51, 52, and 53 took the place of three injured linemen, yet somehow seemed reluctant to get on the field. When the ball snapped however, and the Zokugaku linemen tried to play dirty again, the three subs fought back fiercely. Clearing the way for player 21, who ran straight towards the opposing team's Captain.

"GO 21! GO, GO, GO!" Abby watched player 21 skid to a halt then side step and immediately blast off. "TOUCHDOWN!"

By the end of the fourth quarter, the score was 46-28, leaving the Deimon Devilbats as the victor. Good sportsmanship dictates that one should always be respectful of the losing team. This, of course, did not stop the Demon students from cheering, the Devilbats from celebrating, or Abby from screaming.

"Let's go down and congratulate them," Yuki said standing, brushing the grass off her jeans.

Abby hopped up. "Okay! By the way, did I tell you they bet 5 million yen on this game?"

Yuki nearly tripped down the slope. "F-F-FIVE MILLION?! WHO ON EARTH—!?" The cock of a gun caught their attention.

Hiruma was standing before the Zokugaku team, decked out with all sorts of rifles, machine guns, and God only knew what else. Wisely, every one on the lizard team dropped to their knees in a deep bow.

"Hiruma-sama!" They shouted together.

"Something tells me this is fairly... Normal." Abby eyed the Devil teen's shadow. She could've sworn she saw horns and a tail only a moment ago.

Yuki sighed. "I do not know why I am even still surprised with him."

Abigail chuckled then walked over to Monta and player 21.

"Monta! Good job!" She held out her hand and he gave her a high-five. "You as well, 21. Good job!" He gave her a high-five, too, but with less force.

"You were MAX loud, Green-san! I could hear you the whole time!"

She felt herself turning pink. "Ah, really? Annoying. I did not think I was so loud."

"Thank you for your support, Green-san," Player 21 said with a surprisingly low, almost forced voice. "Because of you, I believe the students of Deimon felt more at ease cheering us on."

"Thank you, but I do not know if that is truth." Abigail glanced over to the slowly dispersing spectators. "That is how football games should be, I think. Loud. It increase excitement for everyone, playing or watching. Right?"

"Right!" Monta agreed. "Maybe you could be our first real cheerleader!"

"CHEERLEADER?! Never!" Abby crossed herself tightly and threw her nose in the air.

"Do you not like cheerleaders, Green-san?" 21 asked.

"I do not. All cheerleaders I know look down on dancers. They do not like us, we do not like them. I would be– um– enemy of my team if I became cheerleader. I would not do it."

"Is that so?"

Abigail jumped at the voice behind her. "Hiruma! Uh... Congratulations. You are very good. Um, you did well, too, 77," she said glancing back at the large, round player.

"Thank you! My name is Kurita." He smiled widely. "You were the one cheering right? Thank you for your support!"

Abby waved a hand in front of her face like she'd seen Monta do. "It was nothing."

"So your fucking team made it to the American," somethings ", huh?"

Abigail did a double-take. "My team... uh... Forgive me, did what?"

"Went to Nationals," Yuki translated. "Your dance squad?"

"Oh." Abby slouched a bit and tucked her hands into her pockets. "Yes. Unfortunate, we did not win."

"Didn't win?" Yuki asked, furrowing her brows. "If I remember correctly, you made it to the top ten of–"

"Doesn't matter. And anyways, we're gonna completely demolish it next time." She looked back at Hiruma, cleared her throat, and returned to Japanese. "Forgive me. Why you want to know?"

He smiled and she shivered. It was toothy and sharp, dangerous yet alluring. His eyes, too, were sharp. Quick, calculating. Almost like he was plotting something. He moved past her in long strides, chuckling under his breath, and grabbed 21.

"This is... common?" Abby asked, pointing after Hiruma and the player being dragged behind him.

"Y-Yeah. Hiruma-kun's always like that." Kurita smiled nervously. "But he usually doesn't go out of his way to talk to people, so I think he likes you!"

"If that is him 'liking' a person, I do not wish to see how he is to one he does not!"

Yuki laughed. Abby's eyes snapped to the sound. She hadn't heard that laugh in what left like years. Certainly not since her brother had passed. There was a long road of grief ahead of them– Abigail understood that– but she was glad to see Yuki hadn't died alongside her husband. Somehow, it seemed as if the Devil teen was helping with that.

"We're gonna go to the next game too, right? I'm sure Hiruma will be playing again."

Yuki nodded. "I would like that, Abby. I would like that a lot."

Abigail smiled. "Good."

Hiruma seems like a somewhat difficult person to talk to, in my opinion. Especially when he's focused on something other than what you're saying. I feel like I have him and the others down pretty well, but I honestly haven't actually read the manga in like... years... (Well, I mean, I reread the chapters that revolved around this game while writing it, but you know what I mean.)

Anyway, if you have any tips, suggestions, or pointers on how to write any of the characters, feel free to tell me in the reviews. Every little bit helps! :)

And thanks again for reading!