Rabies

Rabies' Secret Addiction

  "Fuck me." I groaned while holding my knees and panting. Using the back of my arm, I wiped the sweat from my face and licked the salt from my lips. The sun was setting, and practice was nearing its end as the guys were no doubt cleaning up the gym. Mad Dog was panting and sweating as well, using his shirt to wipe his face. Using the material to soak up his sweat, he revealed a portion of his well-defined abs. Well, that explained how he could do those insane spikes- even if they worked only 50% of the time- and it also explained how he was able to keep up with me.

  "You're a goddamned bitch." He panted, shooting me a glare. Smirking, I didn't respond while trying to steady my breathing. The son-of-a-bitch had a lot of power but very little to no control and had me running all over my side of the makeshift court. It was no big deal, though, since I returned the favor by hitting the ball to the opposite side of where ever he had been standing. Currently, the volleyball was wedged between two branches in a tree from his most recent spike, and I was debating whether to make him get it or just get it myself.

  "Says the asshole who got the ball stuck in a tree." I popped off, rising to my full height while placing my hands on my hips. My chest rose and fell with every heavy breath, and I felt exhilarated. The last time I had gotten this tired while playing volleyball was when I had first started the sport back in middle school. Now I could either play with Iwaizumi or Mad Dog whenever I felt like it.

  "Shut up." He snapped with a growl. Smirking again, I stepped toward the tree the ball was in and looked up to see if I could spot it from there. Without saying anything, I crouched down before jumping up to reach the lowest branch with my hands. Pulling myself up, I swung my leg over so I could straddle the branch. Keeping my eyes on the volleyball, I clicked my tongue. Carefully standing up on the branch, I saw just how high up it was and kept climbing. "What the fuck are you doing?!"

  "Oh, calm your tits," I rolled my eyes while reaching for the next branch up. "I'm not a novice at tree climbing, you damned virgin." Without having to look at his face, I knew he was glaring and fuming at the insult. Chuckling, I continued to climb up and got closer to the ball. "Oi, get over here! I need you to catch the fucking ball so I can get down."

  The male signaled he was below by kicking the trunk of the tree, shaking a bunch of leaves loose. Sitting on the branch just below the ball, I yanked it free, falling back from the force. Tensing up my legs, the back of my knees hooked on the branch, and I dangled upside down from it as I clicked my tongue with irritation.

  "What the fuck are you doing?" Looking to the ground, I saw an upside-down Mad Dog looking up at me through the leaves and branches.

  "Just get the damn ball." Growling, I tossed it to him. Once he had it, I used my abdominal muscles to swing myself up before grabbing the branch while pulling myself to where my feet were down and my head was up. "Go take the ball back inside, practice is over." I told him and looked through the branches for the best way down.

  Simply grunting was his attitude-filled reply as he walked off. Rolling my eyes, I raised a fist.

  "I swear, if he wasn't strong at volleyball, I'd kill him!" I snarled before I began my descent down the tree. Crouching on the lowest branch, I decided to just jump down from there. My idea would have been completely fine and harmless....if my shoe hadn't gotten its laces caught and made me dangle from the branch like a fucking pinata. "God-fucking-dammit!" Swaying from the branch, I hung there while feeling extremely ticked and pissed off at the fucking tree and my damned shoe.

  "Yamiko-chan~! What are you doing?" Clenching my jaw while hearing annoying laughter, I glared while turning my head to see Shittykawa standing there. "Is this how you really end practice?" The brunette bent over while twisting his neck to an angle that let him see me right-side-up. A lot of the time, we pissed each other off, but he would always put on this happy-go-lucky attitude to get on my nerves.

  "Fuck off." I growled, hoping he'd lose his balance and fall to crack his neck from the angle it was bent at. He just chuckled and moved as if he was going to help me down. "Back off, Shittykawa!" Snarling, I used my other leg to keep him back.

  "Aw, Yamiko-chan, why don't you let me help you?" His expression then turned to a more serious one as he grinned darkly. "It won't kill you to lean on me a little."

  "Because I hate you."

  "With her, you have to just do it." And suddenly Iwaizumi was there, reaching out a hand.

  "No- I can do it myself!" I snapped, but his large hand just wrapped around my ankle and pulled. My foot slipped out of my shoe, and I crashed face-first into the ground while my legs went like a scorpion tail. Growling as my fingers dug into the ground, I glared up at the green-eyed male. Shittykawa was blocked from my view by one of my feet.

  "....Are you okay, Yamiko-chan?" Shittykawa asked with the slightest bit of concern, coming into my field of vision only to catch my glare. "You look possessed like that...."

  "Yeah, possessed by the pissed-off demons of the underworld!" I snarled, bending my back to get my legs out of my face, and my stomach landed on the ground before I pushed myself to my feet. Dusting off, I shook my head to get the leaves out. "I'm going to kill you, Iwaizumi!" He crossed his arms, giving me a menacing look.

  "Oh? Try it, chibi." Balling my hands into fists, I growled and snatched my shoe out of the tree. "Hm, too scared? Come on, Rabies, show me your fangs!" He was egging me on- something he didn't usually do- and I shot him a deadly glare.

  "I-Iwa-chan?" Shittkawa awkwardly looked at the vice-captain. "What are you doing?"

  "Do you really want to challenge me, dick-brain?" His look said it all, and I immediately dropped the shoe. Pulling back my fist, I was snarling as I swung. Iwaizumi didn't move or even flinch- Maybe because my whole body froze just as my fist was passing my ear.

  "You didn't...." I said coldly, now knowing why he was challenging me. In one of his hands was a white bag, a familiar smell coming from it as I saw my name written on it in black Sharpie. Well, not my real name, my nickname, and the handwriting told me it was from the older of the two coaches....

  "Holy shit....it works...." Iwaizumi said in slight surprise as he waved the bag, my eyes following its every move as my fist fell to my side. My mouth began to water from the smell, and Shittykawa burst into laughter again.

  "Where did you fucking get that?" I asked without looking away from the bag.

  "Coach Irihata. He said you were still too out of control and called your family for some hints and came back with this a few minutes ago." Iwaizumi replied, holding the bag out of my reach when I tried to grab it. I snarled at him, wanting what was inside of the white, paper bag.

  "Give it!"

  "Sit." He said while still holding the bag over his head.

  "Fuck off!" Growling, I kept my eyes on the bag rather than the shocked Shittykawa

  "I guess I'll just eat this myself." He stated while turning away, and I growled even louder.

  "FUCK OFF!" I shouted as I dropped to the ground while sitting criss-cross and had my hands on my knees with my elbows stuck out. A smirk played onto the vice captain's lips. Iwaizumi placed the bag on my head and chuckled darkly.

  "Good girl." He teased before walking away. In all honesty, Iwaizumi may be the closest thing I had to a friend, so I let the comment slide while grabbing the bag off my head.

  "Iwa-chan!" Shittykawa thankfully followed Iwaizumi. "What was in the bag? Hmm~?" Ripping it open, I grumbled a few curses directed at the older coach for calling my legal guardian. Whenever I got too out-of-hand at home, they would always promise to get me this if I was 'good'. Because they had done it since I was little, it was like an ingrained habit that was branded into my brain to listen when this was on the line

  "Oh, nothing really...." The green-eyed male responded as I dug into the contents of the bag. "Just Hamima chicken."