Rabies

Dog Fight

  "The fuck do you want?" I snarled while holding a volleyball. My grip tightened on it as I glared at the tall male just standing there, giving me the permanent, ferocious look he seemed to have stuck on his face. His gaze locked with my own and it was as if he was challenging me. "WHAT?!" I rose my voice as I took a step toward him in a threatening manner. The male held his ground, but I saw him tense up while his hands balled into fists.

  "I didn't know they got a fucking manager, so I thought you were just some runty little shit with a girly face." He spoke with his voice somewhat like a growl.

  "That's the shittiest apology I've ever heard."

  "It's not a damn apology! I was just-" He cut himself off, his glare intensifying while his fists clenched even tighter. Did he not know how to talk or something? The guy looked close to busting a vessel in his brain. "Fuck it." He snarled while being the first to break eye contact as he began to turn away.

  "Not an apology?" My sharp tone made him pause. "You better fucking apologize, you shithead or I'll kick your fucking ass!" His golden eyes narrowed at me, and the darkness surrounding them made him look fierce but a simple look was nothing that would make me scared.

  "Huh?" Facing me once more, he looked as if he was about to say something else, but two arms wrapped around my shoulders and a happy voice filled my ears.

  "Yamiko-chan~!" Shittykawa smiled. "Are you making friends with Mad Dog-chan? I hope you two are getting along!" The blond was silenced by the closeness and friendliness the brunette was displaying with me.

  "Shittykawa...." I paused, feeling my nails digging into the volleyball I was holding. "Get. The. Fuck. Off. Of. Me. Now!"

  "Aww, but Yamiko-chan~! We've known each other long enough, you should let your walls down!" He whined while rubbing his cheek against mine. Growling, I dropped the ball and grabbed the brunette's arms. Bending forward, I yanked at his arms and flipped him over my shoulder. He hit the ground with a loud thud and groaned while squinting at the ceiling. "Ow...." He moaned in pain, using a soft voice while laying there like a turtle and not moving.

  "I don't have any fucking walls, Shittykawa." Snatching the ball from the floor, I looked up to see that the blond was gone. "Oh, you little shit!" I snarled and turned back to the brunette who was groaning as he sat up. Clicking my tongue, I turned away from him and continued to pick up the stray volleyballs on the ground.

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  Carrying a bunch of water bottles into the gym, I dropped them onto a bench and plopped down next to them. The guys that were practicing took a break to come over for a drink, and I ignored them as I stared straight ahead and crossed my arms. Furrowing my brows, I wondered if I'd be stuck here next year as well or if I'd be allowed to play again. That had never really been clarified with Shittykawa's deal.

  "What's the matter, Yamiko-chan?" An annoying voice caused my eyebrow to twitch, and I felt a finger pressing against my forehead between my eyebrows. "If you keep frowning like that, your face is going to get stuck that way like Mad Dog-chan's." I then heard a growl next to me as I swatted his hand. Glancing over, I saw the blond with a water bottle in his hand.

  "Nothing's wrong with me." I said while turning back toward the brunette. "So- in all means- fuck off."

  "Tch, something's always wrong with you damn girls. So fucking emotional." The male next to Shittykawa popped off, and the brunette raised a brow.

  "Excuse me?" I snarled, and his golden glare matched the ferocity of my own.

  "You heard me." His voice rumbled, not being fazed by me in the least bit. 'Guess I should show him there's something for him to fear....' I thought while rising to my feet. Shittykawa saw the look on my face and raised his hands.

  "Now, Yamiko-chan, calm down- Why don't we practice, hm? Wanna do that?" The annoying brunette smiled while closing his eyes. I ignored his offer and pointed at myself with my thumb.

  "I may be a girl, but that doesn't automatically make me a fucking emotional mess. You, on the other hand," I poked a finger against his chest, and he snarled. "are like a goddamned pregnant woman. One second you're silent, which could possibly pass for being calm for you, the next you're fucking shouting, and you're almost always fucking eating!"

  "Fuck you, little girl." He glared down at me, snarling as he raised his chin, and I saw the hand not holding the water bottle clench.

  "Oh, what a comeback! Look at me- Shaking in my fucking boots!" Grabbing the front of his shirt, I yanked him down to my height. "Guess what, fuck-face, I'm not scared of you." I growled, and Shittykawa got that serious look on his face. "So, if you wanna fight me, let's go, Mad Dog-chan. Or does the teacup poodle have a problem fighting a girl?" And I was answered by him grabbing the front of my shirt as he was growling.

  "Who the fuck you callin' a teacup poodle, you little shit?!" The blond snarled, and I headbutted him. Hard.

  "Fucking fuck!" I shouted while landing on my ass and holding my forehead. "What the shit is your head made of?!" Shooting a look at the other guy, he was in the same position I was. He had dropped the bottle while holding his head with both hands and was growling like a wild animal at me. "Got a problem, princess?" I snapped. "Bring it!"

  Then we leapt at each other. Even though I was smaller, my legs were stronger, and I was able to tackle the larger male to the ground. That was when the shouting began, and I barely saw Shittykawa crossing his arms from the corner of my vision. For some reason, he was just letting this play out as he looked unamused. Straddling the blond, I swung back a fist while pulling his face up by yanking his shirt.

  My knuckles made hard contact against his cheek, his head jerking to the side before he swung. His fist was hard and heavy as it landed on my side. From there, we just began to roll around, growling and throwing punches until a loud bellow froze us both. My fist stopped just centimeters from the blond's cheek while his was just shy of clocking me in the eye.

  "STOP!" Oh shit....I was in trouble now. Looking over, I tried to play it cool.

  "Where the fuck have you been?" I asked the furiously glaring male. He stomped over while looking down at both the blond and I.

  "I go to the bathroom- not even for five minutes- and I come back to see this?!" Clearing my throat, I shot Mad Dog a look.

  "Well, you see, he started it by being a fucking ass." We were still frozen in place, not moving while under the scrutiny of Iwaizumi.

  "That's not what I heard." His voice became dangerously calm as he grabbed the collar of my shirt. He did the same to the other guy and physically pulled us apart.

  "Fine, how about you just fuck off, then?" I popped off, spitting some blood out of my mouth and onto the ground.

  "Yamiko." Iwaizumi growled. "Shut up." Glaring at him, I straightened my shirt and ran my tongue over my busted lip. There was a slight sting, but I got off easy compared to Mad Dog. Sure, he felt stronger, but I had learned through fighting bigger guys that I could beat them by being faster. So, for every hit the blond managed to land, I had already gotten two or three on him.

  "Tch, whatever." Dusting off my shorts, I briefly glanced at the tall male next to me. He was doing the same, and we snarled at each other. From the looks of it, he'd definitely have a black eye later and he'd be covered in bruises. There was a cut on his cheek and blood on his teeth from the matching busted lip he wore.

  "Neither of you are allowed to come to practice for an entire week." Was the sentence for our crime. In the back of my head, I heard the striking of a gavel, and I narrowed my glare at him.