Predator [UNDER EDITING]

Chapter Seven:

~POV: 1st~

~CHARACTER: Yukio kasamatsu~

~LOCATION: Kaijo Gymnasium~

   She looked terrifying in that moment. That split look on her petite features. I didn't understand where she came from but I knew in that moment that Kise was screwed. (F. Name) looked harmeless at first, I'll admit that for certain. But this... this was just scary. She's like a demon. Was the unanimous thought from us Kaijo players. Hell, even the volume she used was unsettling.

   The girl seemed so peppy talking to me but that drop in volume... geez. I'm glad I'm not in Ryouta's shoes. "He-hey (F. Name). Can we talk about this first?" The blond model inquired. The tiny player strode out onto the court as Tetsu got up. She brushed past Kise but elbowed him in the side as she went. A faint grunt left the first years lips as he said nothing.

She stopped in front of the baby blue haired teen and she reached up and carefully cupped his face. Examining him for any wounds. Her eyes flickered briefly with worry before she sighed. "Tetsu... you should sit down." She murmured. Her teammate shook his head slowly. "I'm fine. I can still play." He tried to tell her. The girl merely shook her head and drew her hands back. "You're obviously not okay. You're bleeding from the head and who knows if you have a concussion!" She retorted as more worry became evident in her tone.

   Kuroko gives a small smile to her before replying. "I'm fine (Nickname)." He tried to assure her before he started to sway and fall backwards. A small yelp escaped the female's mouth as she quickly maneuvers to catch him. She tries to support both of their weight but starts to fold under the unconscious boy.

She shots a look to her fellow teammates and they scurry over. The captain helps support the fallen teen as the tall silent one helps pick Tetsuya up. (F. Name) slipped out from behind number eleven and her face scrunched up in worry. Her eyes shining with evident concern as her brows creased. (F. Name) whipped around on her heels and shot the deadliest glare on her face at Kise as an inhumane screech ripped itself into the air. It was easy to assume that she was pissed beyond compare. But she momentarily calmed herself to give directions. "Someone get the medics!" She snapped and a person from the stands scampered off. "Take Tetsu to the bench. We'll wait for the medics there. I pray he doesn't have a concussion..." she murmured as the older males followed her directions. The two upperclassmen carried her friend off the court as the anger returned.

"Kise you bastard!" She snarled as a hell fire sparked and raged within her usually bright, calm, teasing eyes. She seemed to be restraining herself from launching herself at Ryouta. I breifly noted that her fists were shaking in visible aggravation. Her knuckles white a few thin trails of scarlet red streaking through her fingers. She's unintentionally hurting herself so she doesn't hurt others? So she won't get ejected from the game? Without thinking I step forward and place a hand on her shoulders. She turned her menacing glare to me and I had to resist flinching at the fury and death within them.

"It'll be all right. Just stop hurting your hands. You'll need them to play the game right?" I inquire softy. The glare softened by a fraction and I felt some of the tension in her stiff shoulders evaporate. She turned her gaze back to her former teammate and sighed. "You might be right but that doesn't matter right now." She spoke quietly, her voice trembling with rage and worry. "I know I barely know you but it's evident you need this." I tell her as I pull her to me embracing her lightly. Knowing very well that she could explode again like she did when the coach discriminated against her school.

While the medics examined her fellow basketball player she weakly leaned into me. "I would hug you but I don't think you want blood on your jersey..." she spole honestly. "That is appreciated." I tell her in reply. She nods and without warning she begins crying. I stiffen unsure of what to do with this turn of events. I shoot my gaze to Kise who just gives me a look telling me to relax. Who would've thought I would've eventually looked towards the idiot model for advice...