Predator [UNDER EDITING]

Chapter Thriteen

~Point of View: 1st~
~Character: Sakurai Ryo~
~Location: Maji Burger~

"We have to do something!" The tall blond says sharply as we all sit at a slightly larger table. And by the way the tall red head, and short light blue haired males look at him, I'm guessing that the sharp tone is not his usual personality. After this "Akashi" character left, we migrated to a table thay can seat all five of us. We'll need the extra space with how eccentric and restless some of us seem.

Aomine sits in the seat next to me, scowling like I've never seen him scowl before. Daiki's scowl is so deep I'm sure it can rival the crazy guys glare alone. His brows are furrowed and his eyes are glaring at the table. If (L. Name)-chan was here she'd probably say something sassy to Daiki about the "poor murdered table" or the like. Or so I assume, I mean she seems to have quite the sassy attitude!

"We know that you idiot. But we can't just waltz into Rakuzan and demand to have her back," Daiki snaps. I flinch slightly at his words. I know that Aomine isn't one for actually trying -- or really doing anything in general -- but I've never seen him this vici- I mean motivated before. Does he actually like her? Is it possible for him to truly like a real girl and not those in his weird, inappropriate magazines? I wonder curiously.

"Calm down Aomine-kun," the lighter blue haired male states in monotone. Aomine flicks his glare up at him and growls.

"You don't seem to be in a real hurry to get your best friend back!" He counters with a nasty sneer.

"Believe me, I want to make sure she's safe as soon as possible, but your snapping isn't helping the matter at hand," the shorter boy says. "She can take of herself for some amount of time. Of course you wouldn't know that since you don't know her like I do. You never have and more than likely never will," he continues bluntly. I resist snickering at the true, but insulting statement.

The tall red head that remained, glowers at Aomine. I can already tell there's going to be massive tension between them in the future. "Why don't you just shut up you daikon and let us figure something out?" He questions sharply. This statement catching everyone off guard at the usage of the female's nickname for Aomine, coming from an angry looking ginger.

"I'm sorry to interrupt but we're all on the same page, so shouldn't we figure something out to help (L. Name)-chan as soon as possible so we don't have to deal with each other any longer than we have to?" I ask hurrying to get it out there. My words jumbling and blurrying together again in my rush. The blond at the unofficial head of the table nods eagerly. Agreeing with me. The other short male nods once. The giant red head grumbling but agrees nonetheless. Aomine leans back in his seat and keeps scowling.

"The problem is, we can't just walk into Rakuzan, start a fight, and get out." His scowl returns to the table.

"You wouldn't mind that though," I whisper under my breath. My teammate looks at me.

"What was that?"

"I'm sorry!"

"Why is he apologizing?" The blond inquires. His goldish colored eyes glittering with unspoken confusion. Aomine shakes his head.

"You're off topic Kise-kun." Kise looks at Aomine, his caramel eyes widening in surprise. I admit even my eyes widen a fraction.

"You're actually willing to do something!" He exclaims. Daiki leans to the side and smacks the inquisitive, child like male upon the back of the cranium. Kise whines and rubs the backside of his head. "That was mean!"

"Well what do you suggest Aomine-kun?" (F. Name)'s short friend asks, an edge of sharpness to his voice. Is there tension between them too? How many people has this guy aggravated? Aomine sighs and retreats back to his personal bubble. Seeming to ignore the attitude the short male is throwing at him. Like (F. Name), like him. I think awkwardly. The two short players must influence each other because they sure act similarly when separated.