Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, Sena would've gone to Shinryuji instead.

Notes: Sorry for the delay. Writer's block plus icon challenges on LJ kept me busy. That and lots and lots of Bleach fic. Man, I am so mean to Sena. :( I don't mean to be, but Agon's like a rabid dog that keeps getting away from me.

Not beta'd, tell me if you see any glaring errors, as usual.

Agon was going to kill Sendoda.

It didn't matter that the old geezer looked like he was pushing fucking ninety and would probably drop dead any day now. Agon was still going to kill him.

They were up 64 – 0 against some trash team that couldn't fight their way out of a wet paper bag, much less out of the district preliminaries, ten minutes left on the clock and there was absolutely no sign of the fucking scum that stole his scholarship.

Never mind that he'd stolen it from his brother and that fatass Kurita; never mind that he'd thrown away his alliance- not friendship, because Agon didn't need fucking friendship- with Hiruma over it; The scholarship marked him as the best of the best, and Kongo Agon wasn't about to let some no name piece of shit walk away with one of the few things he'd actually come to want without a fight.

It'd be so easy too; one good tackle and the old man's bones would snap like twigs. He'd probably be dead before he even hit the ground.

There was one more rush, Unsui passing the ball to him flawlessly before he took off down the field, football tucked securely under his arm while he crammed another touchdown down the throats of their opponents.

What a fucking waste of time.

He ignored the protests of the team as he stalked back to the bench when they switched from offense to defense, yanking his shirt over his head after throwing his helmet at the nearest person in a show of irritation. "I'm done. This is a fucking joke old man. Don't fucking waste my time like this again." If Sendoda answered him, Agon didn't hear it, already storming off the field, players scattering in front of him.

He stripped and showered in record time once he reached the locker room, hearing the vague rumblings of the crowd outside over the pounding water that signaled that the game was coming to an end. By the time the rest of the time starting to hit the showers, he was already dressed and on his way out the door, meeting Unsui's eyes challengingly when he passed his brother, expecting some sort of protest for his behavior. It never came; Unsui eyed him steadily before continuing into the locker room without a word. For a second, Agon saw red, wanting nothing more than to slam his brother into a wall, or through a couple rows of lockers and demand to know who the fuck he thought he was, to ignore him like that.

He was halfway into the movement– one hand on his brother's shoulder, swinging him around, Unsui's dark eyes wide and startled– to do just that when a small hand wrapped around his wrist and cut him off midway.

"Agon-sama, if you injure Unsui-san, Sendoda-sensei will have you suspended. Please stop." Brown eyes peered up at him calmly; Christ, the kid barely came up to his chin; and Agon belatedly recognized the unwanted interference as the brunet he'd tossed across the class room the week before. That gaze was just as quiet and empty as it had been before, and in the face of that disinterested gaze, Agon felt all of the anger and fight drain out of him, like a plug had been pulled.

"Che." He jerked his arm free, letting go of his brother as he stepped back, locking eyes with his brother. "Not worth my fucking time." He sneered, "Bring home dinner, Unko-chan. I'll be home late." Off to the side, the kid shifted uneasily, and Agon grinned, lashing out before the boy or his brother could react. His fist caught the trash just below the temple, his head snapping sideways before the kid collapsed like all of his strings had just been cut.

"Sena!" Unsui pushed past him, moving to the fallen boy's side, and Agon let him, his grin growing wider, full of teeth and malicious amusement.

"I told that piece of shit not to fuckin' touch me. Remember Unko-chan, dinner. Don't forget."