Part Two

To say that Sena was shocked when Agon decided to take him captive, was a bit of an understatement. Just as saying Napoleon was kinda a short dude, or that getting sit on by Gaou would crush you a little. A better word might be "terrified out of his mind".

That made sense as the only noise that went through Sena's brain as he was suddenly yanked off his path to find a pop-tart – an American pastry he had came quite found of, and thrown into the elevator was a meek muttering of,":(:(o((JKNWTFMDLKeKjdjad!"

Minutes later Sena was being tugged down to the basement level of the parking garage of the hotel, which is never a good thing. He must have started slivering back into his mind because after realizing that the dark basement level of parking garages had a nasty habit of being empty of people and witnesses, he put more effort into an escape.

He pushed down on both heels, forcing Agon to drag his puny weight, while feeling oddly like Suzuna. Agon either didn't notice or figured that like Suzuna often was Sena was feeling too lazy to walk on his own, leaving Agon to drag his puny weight.

The two approached Agon's car of the hour, as American girls had a particularly nasty habit of calling the police and reporting their car stolen. Drama queens (in more ways than one). Sena deserved a medal in bravely, or well, at least a pin because he had finally managed to work his way back into his brain, reaching the part that controls speech.

"Agon-san, please, um, er, you know, h-how about, um, okay," Sena said ducking his head down as Agon pushed him into the passenger seat. He didn't really deserve that medal nor pin, maybe if he survived, he would be awarded with an "At Least You (Sorta) Tried" pencil in the afterlife.

Using common knowledge Sena instantly jerked his head around, slightly bruising his neck in order to get a better view of the backseat. He relaxed slightly, finding no evidence of black bags, duck tape, wire, knives, or any other obvious indications that the night was meant to be his last.

Agon put the key in the ignition and Sena, despite having heard a great deal of ignition noises, jumped back in his seat a flash of fear trailing down his spine, somehow forcing an "eeeek!' like scream out of him. Face red he covered his mouth with both hands, trying to press his pleads for mercy. Anyway, he was probably overrating. Sure, Agon was, dark, broody, had a serve complex disorder in which he believed himself to be a god, and was strong and skilled enough to take out a small island village of castaways. Not to count the personality of a serial killer.

Something Sena privately swore his life to never tell, in fear that Agon would crush him like an innocent spoon, was that there was a slightly better side to Agon's personality. And it wasn't just his nicer twin who had morals. After spending a long, awkward night with Agon in which Agon told him the numerous ways he was better than everyone else, Sena ended up falling asleep in Agon's lap (how he got there was the "awkward" part of the night).

To most, average and reasonable people, that wasn't really a big improvement. In order for Agon to be considered a good person, along with his other, less charming personality traits, he would have to do something extremely good karma-worthy. Like save blind armless children from burning fires, on a daily basis. Or at least make double rainbows, volunteer for the homeless, and never just eat the marshmallows out of a box of Lucky Charms.

But to a naive soul like Sena's, he couldn't help but to feel as if there was…something more. Like, Agon had wanted to keep Sena there more than for just someone to boast at. Agon, for all his tough aura, was actually a lonely guy. Only someone as bad with character judgment as Sena could have dug this deep, as most people would glance Agon's way, mutter to themselves, "D-bag" before proceeding with whatever it was that they had been doing.

Knowing better than most how it felt to be labeled as one thing (spineless gopher who runs to his mommy when picked on) and feeling as if he'd never be able to break free of it, Sena himself was shocked to realize that he had something in common with Agon. But unlike him, Agon didn't have football to show his true worth and wasn't able to gain the respect of his teammates through hard work, as Agon was strangely perfect at everything.

That probably just pushed people farther and farther away from him, Sena realized. How he got all this from listening to Agon drunkenly rant would have a normal person staring in disbelief. But Sena had spent a couple nights thinking of little of nothing else. It had seemed so strange, the distant aloof Agon, crazing human contact that he chose to spend time with someone like Sena.

And that led to Sena's final decision – he would become Agon's friend. Maybe even his first friend. As horrifying and acid reflex-making as that sounded Sena was determined to stick with the plan.

That was why other than being terrified out of his mind, Sena didn't put too much of a fight with Agon, once he was sure that there were no sinister reasons behind his capture. He might have decided to befriend Agon, but that didn't mean he wasn't scared out of his mind by the prospect of being left alone with the dread head.

"Earth to Chibi Trash," Agon growled swerving the car dangerously, nearly hitting a frightened post officer. Sena blinked, surprised to find himself outside the parking lot, while still in the car, being jerked around as Agon tried to drive as dangerously as possible through stop and go traffic.

"Whaa?" Sena asked shifting to sit up better in his seat. "No clue, you zoned out there – pansy," Agon added, but Sena wasn't sure if he was referring to Sena or the woman he nearly hit who was screaming at them and flipping them the bird.

Agon honked at the lady, slowly letting off the break, and Sena could feel his thesis on "Agon Just Needs a Friend, Then He'll No Longer Be a Scary Jerk, slowly slipping out of his grasp. Before he could let himself give up completely though, he asked, "So is there any reason we're…er?" From lack of better words to describe the heavy traffic, Sena motioned a hand around before quickly bringing it back down to his side.

He had just started to notice how cold it was, that was a good thing right? Being able to feel again? Stuffing his hands under his legs to contain warmth Sena waited for Agon's reply. Instead Agon cut off a taxi and nearly killed them (or at least Sena) by driving hazardously close to a semi. He pulled over to the side of the road, much to Sena's relief, and jumped out of the car.

After a moment of suffering, Sena decided to join him, slowly slipping out of the car, trying his best not to get whacked by one of the cars still on the road, just in case someone wanted revenge against Agon and his reckless driving. Sena crossed over to the sidewalk, stuffing his hands into the pouch on his sweatshirt.

It was at least five times colder outside than in the car and the icy weather ate straight through his sweatshirt. So focused on worrying if he was going to freeze to death Sena nearly spilled his guts, right there on the New York sidewalk, when he slid on a misplaced patch of black ice. "Sorry!" Sena cried out, mid-fall. He tried to wiggle his arms out of his sweatshirt but wasn't able to do so in a fast enough manner. At the last moment, a hand reached out and grabbed the back of his jacket, successfully gagging him.

Sena managed to regain his balance after a few furious hand swipes and smiled apologetic at Agon, who ignored him. "Th-thank you," he shivered, reminding Agon to reach back into the car before locking it. He pulled out something and Sena was just about to ask, when he whipped around chucking Sena's jacket at him. It hurt far more than jackets are expected to but Sena was too pleased to have his jacket to focus on the pain.

How Agon gained access to his room thus the jacket sadly didn't cross Sena's mind – he was just so used with Hiruma, Mamori, and Suzuna avoiding his personal space it barely bothered him anymore.

Anyway, Sena had more pressing issues, like the following - where the heck was Agon taking him? Sure, he wanted to try everything in his power to befriend Agon but that didn't mean he wanted to get lost in a strange city where his limited English was bound to get him in trouble. At least he was wearing his jacket now and didn't have to worry so much on freezing to death.

Agon led him mindlessly for awhile and right when Sena began to get the sneaky suspicion that Agon didn't have the slightest idea where they were going – they were at a park. "Agon-san, please, what are we doing here?" Sena asked again, growing more worried as Agon refused to talk.

"Needed to get away from that blonde trash and his fucking camera crap," Agon grunted slouching down into a bench. After nervously glancing around, not even sure what he was on the lookout for, Sena took a step closer to the bench before losing his nerve and remained standing.

He blinked mildly surprised by Agon's assumption that anywhere was safe from Hiruma or his camera crap, due to the fact that Hiruma could be everywhere at once. Logical things such as time and space feared Hiruma, there was no escape.

Sena was just about to inform Agon so, but was interrupted when Agon slouched forwards wearing a look that was halfway serious but mostly just a sneer. "We need to get those fucking pictures back, and the negatives," Agon explained and Sena whimpered.

The best way to keep Hiruma happy was to not make him mad; Sena assumed that the same ridiculous logic applied to Agon. It was this logic that kept Sena from being too heavily picked on by Hiruma when he decided one practice that Sena needed to learn to dodge bazooka missiles. When he would need to dodge bazookas on the field was a mystery Sena hoped to never discover.

Of course, Sena didn't really realize that being passive wouldn't get him far with Agon; he was finally faced with two equally frightening and possibly sadistic leaders. In answer to Agon Sena whimpered and ended up having to sit down, on the ground in front of Agon.

"He's been ruining my life, stupid blackmail," Agon continued glaring down at Sena with a look that would have vaporized the boy had he not been wearing his stylish sunglasses. For a moment Sena had to rack his mind to remember if his name was blackmail and was relieved by the resounding 'I-I don't think so'. Even his brain was kinda a wimp.

"S-so-sorry, um," Sena stuttered pointless as usual and Agon politely ignored him, coldly infuriated by Hiruma having the upper hand. He wasn't worthy, only Agon in his god-like ways was worthy. He was perfect in every way; reflexes, strength, speed, endurance. He had skills he didn't even know about.

So Agon told Sena so, barely even realizing he was speaking, while Sena made eager head nods of agreement, while mentally wondering if they would ever return home or he was going to be put through another 'I am the best, everyone else is the mud and muck beneath my superior shoes'. What was the difference between mud and muck anyway, was muck poo? If so, that was pretty gross.

They continued like this for a couple minutes, before Sena ran out of things to think about and while Agon was too arrogant to ever run low on Important Agon-ness Time he had finally talked himself into a long, detailed, circle and was back to the mucky mud that wasa Hiruma.

"B-But, Hiruma's only, you know, using the, er, blackmail t-to stop, you know, you from, er, damage anything, again," Sena explained nervously. He had to repeat himself twice, as Agon seemly forgot he was there, and he was speaking at a level only blind mice could understand.

Agon grunted and crossed his arms, glowering, and a woman walking by causally pulled out her can of mace as she did every time she came across glowering intimating men. She was momentary worried for the cute little boy sitting only a couple feet from the said man, but remembered the advice her grandmother gave her on playing hero.

Agon watched her past and tried to think of the best way to explain his craving of gory revenge to the innocent and simpleminded Sena.

Coming up empty, he decided to lie. Sorta.

"Listen, chibi trash," he said even though Sena was already doing so, "that blonde trash is going to ruin me, er, us, he's planning to use…that, to ruin our…er, football careers." Truthfully Agon didn't know much about the Deimon running back, so coming up with something he'd panic about and follow Agon's lead blindly, was slightly difficult.

And, to make matters more troublesome, as soon as he finished talking, Sena started to furiously shake his head in disagreement. "Oh, no, Hiruma would never do that," he said his eyes wide, showing no hints of fear. Just bright brown orbs, full of warm compassion for the demon that allowed (forced) Sena to join the American Football team. Without him Sena probably would have been screwing up a tea ceremony, getting bullied, and still be under Mamori's winged care.

So he shook his head, for the first time firmly able to stand up to Agon outside of the football field. It was kinda hot.

Agon coughed, to focus his attention on the issue at hand, and tried to decide just how much of Sena needed to be used to get the negatives back. "But," Sena continued, making eye contact with the dirt. "I-I'll be willing to help g-g-get, th-the pictures back, if, if you really need my help," he said with a sigh. Agon tipped his head down staring at Sena above his cool shades. The one thing Agon held above all less was that nobody did stuff just for the hell of it.

"What's your catch?" He growled and Sena stirred uneasily in his seat. "Oh, er, just, I want to be…" his voice faded and Sena shaded crimson. He just couldn't get himself to say 'friend' straight to Agon, truthfully he couldn't even imagine what type of friend Agon would be.

Mamori had acted like a sister more than a causal friend. He couldn't see Agon sending him texts at 2 a.m. that read "..FW: Send dis msg 2 10 of ur friends or a dead grl will ppear n ur room at midnight," like Suzuna did. And comparing Agon to Monta was like comparing a rabid lion to…well, a monkey.

But, that didn't mean he wouldn't try to be friends, Sena smiled weakly up at Agon who stared back down at him, mildly confused. He was just about to ask Sena something, when Sena's cell phone – which he hadn't even remembered having on him – started to buzz and play the weird squeaky noises Suzuna had been too cruel to ever take off.

Sena, never one to check his caller ID, instantly flipped the phone open. "You better not be on a bus to Canada again fucking pipsqueak or I swear you'll be cleaning Cerberus's hell pit for months," Hiruma growled sending waves of shocks through Sena. Out of some strange ancient instinct, instead of answering Hiruma in calm, reassuring manner, Sena screamed and tossed the phone away from him. Agon, using a fraction of the god-like strength he was talking about earlier, caught the phone in midair. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He growled at Sena, before even realizing that it was Hiruma, his nemesis, on the other line.

Or that Hiruma could hear him, quite clearly.

"Fucking pipsqueak what the hell is going on?" Hiruma yelled and Sena whimpered he reached forwards, to take the phone from Agon, and go about that whole reassuring deal. He reached out and his hand brushed momentary against Agon's.

Then he pulled away, keeping the phone an arm's length away from Sena. The brunet blinked slowly and sat up on his knees, he leaned forwards, practically across Agon reaching for his phone. It practically vanished before his eyes; already in Agon's other hand. "Hi-Hiruma's g-g-getting, um, angry," Sena stuttered the thought of a pissed off Hiruma.

The glow of Hiruma's-the-bestest-ever had vanished from his eyes, replaced with a certainly of doom that was visible in slight shakes. "Good, so what?" Agon asked and, without really thinking of why, he dangled the phone in front of Sena, just so he could hear the sounds of Hiruma's annoying screaming.

"S-s-so wh-when Hi-Hiruma's an-angry, he, he, gets really, really scary," Sena explained with a slight shiver. Leaping forwards to grab the phone again, this time trying to use his speed. Of course this turned out to be a stupid idea because all he managed to do was, while reach higher, land awkwardly on Agon's lap.

He instantly started to slip and would have collapsed into a pile of klutzy Sena on Agon's shoes. But Agon, maybe using more than reflex reached out and caught Sena, pulling him in more to his chest. Sena instantly could hear a loud thumping noise, but he couldn't tell if it was Agon's or his own.

Agon, never one to deny his reflexes, wasn't able to register what happened next any better than Sena. One moment he was holding Sena, strange how the boy's spine molded around his palm, as if meant to be there. The next Sena's head was whacked against the bench as Agon pressed his lips against Sena's own.

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Hiruma could find his way easily to anger.

Ask anyone, Mamori, his fellow teammates, the pizza man Seth, they would all agree, that when pissed, Hiruma got scary. And they did, when they saw Hiruma marching down the hallway an insane grin on his face.

Mamori crossed her arms, worried because she was sure that it had something to do with Sena, but was still struggling on being less of a bossy older sister and restrained herself. Monta nervously sat down next to the Ha-Ha Brothers watching Hiruma in blank curiosity, certain his best friend had done something again, and feeling a little miffed that he left Sena out of the loop. Seth shivered in fear, alone in the dark, forever resenting the day he shortchanged Hiruma $3.46.

Hiruma slid next to Shin, who had been doing push-ups in the middle of the hotel lobby much to the glee and entertainment of passing middle age women. Hiruma muttered something a smile cutting through his face and his small audience watched in awe.

The last time any of them had witnessed Hiruma so angry was when Sena got lost during the Death March. Whatever Hiruma was telling Shin was making the stoic, and socially awkward, football player stiffen and darken his already pretty dark expression. Suddenly Shin jumped up and followed as Hiruma searched for his next bait. Yamato's curious and slightly amused look when Hiruma approached him quickly turned into a scowl. Kakei's razor eyes sharpened and Mizumachi puckered his lips, which, while dramatic, was a look less sinister than the other's reactions.

"Hiruma-kun is up to something," Mamori announced putting down her knitting needles and the halfway done mitten for Sena. Suzuna looked up from drawing chibi devilbats onto the table in sharpie; she brushed back her bangs analyzing the army Hiruma had gathered in the last ten minutes. "Coolio, I wonder what Sena did know," she pouted her lips miffed that Sena got in trouble without asking her to join.

Mamori flattened out the mitten she was making and nervously chewed on a hangnail at the same time. "I hope he wasn't hurt, does anyone know where he is?" She directed this question to Monta, Jyuumonji, Togano, and Kuroki who just happened to be sitting at the same table eating ravenously. "Last I 'eard he went looking for a pop tart," Kuroki said between chewing his spaghetti.

Instantly Mamori's mind went into hyper drive of all the horrible, horrible things that could happen to Sena while journeying to find a pop tart. Suzuna started to shade her devilbat making a mental note to remind Sena to take her on more adventures. So caught up in food and thoughts, no one noticed when Hiruma, who was flipping through a slightly worn black notebook swerved and marched in their direction.

His army of angry teens followed and without slowing Hiruma grabbed the back of Jyuumonji's chair, tipped it backwards, crouched down next to him, and whispered one sentence. Jyuumonji swallowed an angry combat along with the last of his chili. He man-grunted at his friends, in a style they recognized automatically. Both jumped up, prepared for a good ass-kicking.

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The doctor flashed the light into Sena's right eye and he winced. A naturally cheerful man of mid-thirties he couldn't help but to feel sorry for the nervous, odd Japanese child. Neither him nor the L.A styled gangster he came with spoke good English. Actually, the doctor had heard retarded parrots with better English styles, because from what he gathered from the boy, he fell from a butter and knocked his brains. Seriously, that's what the kid said.

Lucky Dr. Lee was on staff and his girlfriend Megan's sister had taken four years of Japanese and she was willing to translate for him. "It's only a slight concussion, you'll be fine," he said and Dr. Lee's girlfriend's sister translated for him.

The boy said something that sounded like squirrel talk and Sarah, Dr. Lee's girlfriend's sister, translated back for him. "He said that he's very sorry for causing you trouble and is very thankful," she said and the doctor shrugged. Yeah that made sense.

Sena stared down at his feet feeling sluggish and tired, the shock from the blood had worn off and now everything felt fuzzy and…mushy. He was tired and his head hurt.

And Agon had kissed him.

He shuttered not even wanting to open that door of emotion yet. Despite now tired he was the doctor wouldn't let him sleep. The strange lady that smelled like ketchup explained to him, rather informally, that he had a concussion and Sena sighed.

How was he going to explain that to Hiruma? The idea of lying seemed like a failed one, but even despite Agon's strangeness he still wanted to be friends and tattling on him to Hiruma didn't seem that friendly; despite the fact that Suzuna had done it numerous times.

Sena winced, hit with another wave of pain. The doctor said something and Sena's brain was too icky and painful to even pretend like he knew what the man was saying. The girl bent closer and asked in her slow but too causal way, "want, like, some medication, Sena?"

He nodded feebly.

There will be a part three, but you know, later.