"Get up fuckin' wimps! We're going on a trip!" The rest of the Deimon Devil Bats, somewhat used to the devil's odd behavior remain where they are. "A trip? To where?" Sena finally musters up the courage to ask.
"Ikebukuro." Eyebrows raise all around the clubroom. "We have a match against Raira Academy." Suddenly Suzuna bursts into the room startling the other members of the football team. "Did I hear right! We're really going to Ikebukuro?" A sharp kick to the rear pushes her out of the way of the door. "Yeah, we're going tomorrow and you better be ready!" Everyone's cries of "Tomorrow!" fall on deaf ears as the door slams shut behind the blond devil known as Yoichi Hiruma.
After much panicking and speed-packing the American Football Team arrive in Ikebukuro right on time. "Maaan, last night was killer MAX!" Taro Raimon, aka Monta, complained to Sena. "I can't believe we only got one day to pack!" A chorus of gunshots startles passing pedestrians. "Quit complaining butt monkey! No one else seems to have had a problem." Actually, they all had but no one besides Monta (not even Taki) had been dumb enough to voice their complaints.
Mamori, on top of things as usual, is the first to recover. "So, this Raira Academy, are they any good?" Hiruma shakes his head. "No, they're pretty bad actually." The conversation is interrupted as a small boy with black hair appears. "Um... are you the guys from Deimon?" he asks, shocked at what appears to be a devil, a giant, an old man, a group of delinquents, a girl wearing-are those roller blades?- and some idiot who won't stop spinning in circles. In fact the only normal people appear to be a monkey-like boy, a pretty girl with chestnut hair, and an equally nervous-looking short boy with brown hair.
"I-I'm Ryuugamine Mikado from Raira Academy. P-please come this way."
The Devil Bats did not appear to need any guidance however as Hiruma took them expertly through the streets. Thus Mikado ended up walking next to the boy with brown hair. "They're not that bad," he begins, catching Mikado off guard, "They just take some getting used to. I'm Sena by the way." Mikado laughs nervously, "I know what you mean. My friends aren't quite what you'd call 'normal.'" he smiles recalling the antics of his best friend, Kida.
The game went smoothly for Deimon with a 24-4 victory, the only slip-up being when Taki got distracted by a passing butterfly and missed a pass. After the game Mikado and some of his friends met up with the team as they left. "We'll head to the station with you." A shy-looking girl with glasses began before being interrupted by a boy with hair dyed blond, "Yes! We must escort the ladies after all!" he soon began flirting with Suzuna and Mamori.
Everything was going fairly well (as well as anything involving Hiruma can go anyway) until, apparently out of nowhere, a young man with dark hair and a blue parka appeared. "Oh~ I've never seen these faces before." Mamori and Hiruma immediately noted the tensing of their three new companions, particularly the blond one. The man bowed, "I'm Orihara Izaya. Nice to meet you~" his voice had a lilting tone to it which automatically annoyed Hiruma. The Devil Bats could sense their captain getting mad and tried to soothe the flames before a full-scale blaze erupted. The man's eyes flicked downward to Sena and two elegant eyebrows raised in surprise. "My my, if it isn't the running back with golden legs, Kobayakawa Sena." Sena blushed and fidgeted. "A friend of yours Mikado-kun, Kida-kun?" The pair tensed, "Just an acquaintance Orihara-san," Kida got out through gritted teeth, "now if you'd excuse us-" He was cut off by a loud voice. "I-zaya-kuuuuun." all eyes turned to the street as a blond man in, was that a bartender's uniform?, approached. "I thought I made it clear that if you ever showed your face here again I'd squash it." He took off his sunglasses and ground a dropped cigarette under his heel.
"Oh Shizzy-chan, what a pleasant surprise! But as you can see I'm sort of busy right now, could we play later?" The man, Shizzy-chan apparently, roared. "GET OUT OF MY TOWN YOU FUCKIN' FLEA! NO ONE WANTS AN INFORMATION SUCKING FLEA LIKE YOU AROUND IN THE FIRST PLACE!" Hiruma's ears perked up at the word "information" and his green eyes turned to the smaller man.
Suddenly, there was a loud crack as the bartender lifted a stop-sign into the air and began swinging it around like a baton. "Today's when you die, fuckin' flea!" he was about to fling his metal projectile when a large, meaty hand grasped it. "No fighting!" Kurita had grabbed the sign in mid-swing and was glaring at the man known as Heiwajima Shizuo. "Don't get in my way!" Shizuo roared but Kurita wouldn't let go. The two remained began to wrestle as spectators stared in shock. Not many people could stop Heiwajima Shizuo after all.
As Izaya turned tail to run while Shizuo was occupied he was stopped by a cool, calculating voice. "So you're an information broker hm? According to this you have numerous criminal offenses." Izaya whipped around as the Deimon Devil Bats began to back away from what they knew was coming. Hiruma sat on a low wall, legs crossed, peering at the screen of his laptop. "Not bad~" Izaya crooned. "And you are?" Clicking his laptop shut Hiruma stood. "Devil quarterback Yoichi Hiruma at your service." Dread crept through many, Komosubi, Yukimitsu, Mamori, Suzuna, Musashi, the Ha-Ha Brothers, Sena, Monta, Kida, Anri, Mikado, and even Taki as they realized what was coming. The intellectual battle of the century was about to begin.