FASH: Alright, evidently I've started to get into fairly obscure pairings. But oh well, I'm fairly delusional when it comes to yaoi, therefore I can see Sena with practically everyone. That and I've seen fanart! Fanart is good inspiration when there are absolutely no other fics about the parings you write. Anyways, this takes place after the game against the Nagas, so slight spoiler warnings apply, possibly, if I stay true to the storyline.

Disclaimer: I own up to volume fourteen of the manga, that's good enough, right?

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"Taki-san! Please stop pushing the button!" Sena asked in a high pitched voice, inwardly asking himself why he was the one who got paired up with Taki in this contest that he never wanted to participate in in the first place. 'I must have the most horrible luck in the world.'

"3x plus 2y to the power of 8 is equal to 4x minus 2.5, what does x equal if y is negative seven."

Sena heard the buzzer go off and he slowly dragged his eyes from his feet to Taki's hand. "I suppose you don't know the answer to that, do you Taki-san?" "A-ha-ha!" Taki gave him the thumbs up. "I am 150 percent unsure!" Sena shuddered and inwardly cried.

'Well, at least he's actually waiting for after they ask the questions now.'

Mamori hit the buzzer. "X is equal to 11529604.5."

There was a stunned silence, then with a loud claim of: "That's right!" the crowd began applauding.

Sena just sighed. 'I hate math.'

Negative five to negative five, the next question was going to determine everything, oh the game show host fell, oh wait, he was coming back-

'HIRUMA-SAN?'

Sena stood frozen as Hiruma asked some question, probably trying to get information on Oujou's latest play, when the sound of a buzzer snapped him back to reality.

'He didn't, he wouldn't.' Sena's eyes slowly moved from Taki's shoulder to down along his hand, which was still pressed firmly on the buzzer.

'He did.'

"Minus one point for pressing the buzzer before the question is done. Ladies and gentlemen, we have our losers!"

Sena could have died of embarrassment right there, at least then he wouldn't have been dragged off of stage by a bunch of over enthusiastic girls who wanted to get his measurements. But alas, fate was cruel and it was all Sena could do to not yell at Taki, who seemed to enjoy all the attention.

'Some day I'm sure I'm going to snap because of all the stuff I have to go through.'

Whenever Sena participated in culture fests at his old school, he usually did a lot of work behind the scenes, he'd never been one of the people that his classmates relied on to make their projects successful. And he was glad about that, because right now he was going through hell.

When he wasn't being giggled at by girls and laughed at by guys he'd see one of his teammates walk by and give him a glance that he was sure said: 'better you than me.'

He respected Taki as a football player, and truly did enjoy the other man's company, but this was just too much!

He sighed as he was called over to a table where a bunch of girls were seated, all of them grinning at him and saying. "Hi Sena-chan." In unison, Sena gave a slight bow and smiled. "Good afternoon, how can I help you?" The girl closest to him giggled. "Can you call me Ami-oneesan?"

Sena inwardly twitched, but complied. "Of course Ami-oneesan, how can I help you?" "I'd like one cup of milk tea please, the others aren't sure what they'd like yet." Sena nodded and slowly turned around, rolling his eyes, but smiling, when he saw Taki with his leg up in the air, twirling around, not seeming to care at all that he was flashing his boxers to a number of freaked out customers.

'If Taki-san keeps this up, I think we're going to loose all of our customers.' Sena sighed, not sure wether or not he should be happy about less people coming into the classroom turned teahouse, or depressed because at the end of the day, when the teahouses' failure was being discussed, it would be all their fault.

Sena hurried to the back of the room, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Taki was slowly progressing towards the table of girls. He quickly poured the tea into a cup and began scurrying back, when he tripped over the more-than-likely purposely outstretched foot of a boy with broad shoulders and a sneer on his face.

Sena topped to the floor with shriek, the teacup shattering under him, the hot tea scalding his hands and chest. 'Owww.' There was some gruff laughter, which he supposed was from all the males at the table, but it was quickly silenced when the cocking of a gun echoed throughout the room.

Sena pushed himself up off the floor, eyes wide with wonder as he saw Hiruma lean over the table, one foot on the seat of an empty chair, a gun held loosely in one hand while the other was on the table, keeping him steady.

"I think you'd better watch where you put your God damn foot next time fucking asshole, because if you ever do that to my fucking running back again, you'll regret it." Hiruma with his narrowed eyes and low voice seemed a lot more sinister compared to his usual self, and the guys at the table quickly stood up, trying to walk out of the room looking like they weren't severely scared, but they failed at it.

'Hiruma-san, stood up for me.' Sena thought happily, but before he could shower a million years worth of thanks unto Hiruma, the older boy swooped down, his less severe but still pretty scary frown now directed at him.

"And as for you." He said lowly. "Watch where you're walking, what if you had sprained your ankle in that fall, fucking shrimp?" Hiruma stood up and walked over to one of the abandoned tables, slumping down in one of the chairs.

"Oh my gosh, are you alright?" Sena lifted up his eyes to see one of the girls from the table he had been serving looking down at him with worry. He didn't even know why until she lifted up his hand and he saw blood.

It was kind of funny, how he had only noticed the pain after he saw the blood, but as soon as he did see the crimson liquid, with a couple shards of porcelain jutting from his flesh, he burst into tears.