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Merry Christmas! WARNING: Possible OOCness and fluff... oh, and it's AU-ish. (Now editted and awesomified!) Disclaimer: Riichiro Inagaki and Yusuke Murata (I love these two, don't you?! Hiruma's ALIVE!!!! -still fangirling over ch 263 of ES21-) --- "Fucking coal... again." A young boy muttered as he looked inside his red stocking, studying the contrast of the black and red. "I was better than last year though!" He said angrily, throwing the stocking into the flames and watching the red felt smoke before it burst into flames. "I'll show him bad... and I won't even fucking get coal for doing it either." He stormed out of the living room and into his own room, slamming the door loudly before sitting at his laptop and proceeding to commit what may be one of the most heinous crimes ever recorded in history. His young mind was full of information no child his age should know, nor any normal child would care to. He wore his hair blonde and spiked and his eyes pieced through anything he looked at with his sharp green-grey gaze. His ears were pierced with four hoops, usually silver and two on each side. He was very pointy. His chin and jaw barely had the perception of the child-like roundness that they should have and his ears came to a graceful point at the top. He could have passed for one of Santa's elves, in short. As he started searching for Santa's mainframe by way of his e-mail address, the stocking below was just finally being completely consumed. The rather largely stitched Santa was the last to catch flame, in his white as snow beard was the delicate sticking of a name: Hiruma Yoichi, this too soon burned. --- "Yay! It's just what I wanted!" A girl, equally as young as our first specimen squealed and jumped with joy at the site of the pink and blue bike with streamers and a bell on the handle. "Of course you did, dear." Her mother gathered her on her lap and brushed the reddish brown hair out of her daughter's bright blue eyes. "You are the most well behaved daughter anyone could have asked for." The girl grinned widely and her mother kissed her forehead lovingly. "Oh! Do you know what I'm in the mood for?" She asked, the girl jumped off her lap and twirled around happily. "Cocoa!" She smiled and ran off into the kitchen. Her mother smiled and stood, walking after her, already hearing the sounds of preparation from the kitchen. The blue words on the side of the bike shone brightly in the light of the fire: Anezaki Mamori. --- Santa sat down heavily in his chair the next year. He stared at his reflection in the blank black screen of the large TV in front of him and he sighed while muttering something about being 'too old for this job' before flicking it on and being confronted with two lists. A small picture of a little girl's face with big, bright blue eyes smiled at him from the top of the Good List and from the top of the Bad List a blonde boy with four piercings and sharp green-grey eyes scowled while he flipped off the camera. Santa shook his head. Anezaki Mamori and Hiruma Yoichi. The two had been the heads of their respective lists since they had been born and he expected it to remain that way when he spoke the word, "update!" which automatically updated his lists electronically. He choked on the cookie that he had just bitten into when he saw his lists. They had completely switched and he was stuck staring at a smiling girl on the Bad List to his right and a young boy flipping him off to his left on the Good List. "There must be some mistake!" He cried, jumping up and hobbling into the control closet in the side of the room. "Dobby!" He looked around for the elf and soon found him napping in his chair. "DOBBY!" He boomed and the elf sat up immediately. "Sir?!" He squeaked, jumping to his feet and saluting smartly. "What is the meaning of this?" Santa pointed to the lists on his screen. The elf's eyes grew wide as saucers as he looked at the lists. "It must be a malfunction. Fix it, quickl- why are you shaking your head?" Santa watched the elf who was waging his head from side to side. "Dobby's equipment does not malfunction, sir." He said, looking up at Santa. "It works perfect every time, it does." He stared at the lists again. "Check it anyway, Dobby." Santa said, his brow furrowing as he stared at the scowling boy at the prized spot of his Good List. "I have a feeling that a rat has been scurrying through our system." "Sir... yes, sir." Dobby saluted and scuttled back to his closet. "Hiruma Yoichi... what have you done to Christmas...?" Santa asked the picture, breaking the silence that the room had lapsed to and walking out to go to bed and see if he might wake up from this nightmare the next morning. --- .::Christmas Day::. "YA-HA!" Hiruma slid to a stop before his tree and his eyes shone with glee at the pile of presents that was there. He grinned his sharp-toothed grin and tore into the pile with the gusto of a starving dog into meat. Mamori looked in her stocking and gasped loudly. "What is it dear?" Her mother came behind her and looked inside the stocking. "Oh... baby, what did you do?" She gasped when she saw the black lumps of cold, hard coal in the bottom of the stocking. "I- I didn't do nothing." Mamori said softly and curled her knees to her chest. "I've been good all... all year." She promised and looking up at her mom, on the verge of tears. "I'm sure you have, dear." She knelt and hugged Mamori tightly. "Why don't you got outside and play?" She asked with a bright smile. "I'll have some cocoa ready for you when you come back in." Mamori smiled sadly at her mother and nodded before running off to get her outside gear. --- "Hehehe... that has to be the best Christmas ever!" Hiruma chuckled as he walked down the sidewalk in his new shoes. He blew a bubble of gum and it popped loudly. He worked the cold gum back to softness and prepared to blow another bubble when he heard a sniffling sound. "The fuck's your problem, damn goody-goody?" Hiruma sneered when he spotted Mamori in the park. "Santa hates me... and I didn't do anything." She sniffled pitifully. Hiruma's hand played with the tickets in his pocket. They were for the ice rink that was held every year in the park when the lake was frozen over. "... che, of course he does." Hiruma said in an all-knowing voice. She looked up at him. "Why?!" "Because you're so damn good." Hiruma spat and his eyes narrowed. She looked down. "Please don't use that kind of language around me, Hiruma-san..." she sniffed and lowered her forehead back to her knees. "Che, why are you crying anyway? It's just some dumb holiday where some fat guy destined for diabetes gives out presents by breaking and entering into houses." Hiruma scoffed, kicking the snow beneath him. Was he feeling guilt at switching the lists? Not a chance. Why was he trying to comfort her? He wasn't. She was just a girl in his class who was always good. "Because... I've always been good and... well... maybe it's just a disappointment to see coal in my stocking after all the years of being so happy to see the presents under the tree." Mamori shrugged and hugged her knees tighter to her. Hiruma was silently peering down at her and he stroked the tickets in his pocket once before grabbing her hand and slapping one of them in her hand. "Merry fucking Christmas, damn goody-goody." Hiruma said, his mind reeled slightly at his abrupt and strangely out of character decision. Mamori looked startled and she studied the ticket slowly. "Wha-" but Hiruma was already pulling her along after him and she started jogging to catch up to his pace. "It's to the fucking ice rink in the park." Hiruma stated, looking back at her. "Know how to skate?" She shook her head numbly and he grinned, enjoying the thought of her falling on the ice- he would be there to help her of course, so it wasn't completely the thought of a sadist. "Hi-Hiruma-kun..." she said shyly, seeing if he would spaz at her for the new honorific. No such thing happened so she continued, "are you sure that you want to give me this?" She asked curiously. One of his ears twitched and he glanced at her, her face had small tracks beneath her eyes where tears had run. He nodded slowly with a grunt before looking back at where they were going. Mamori smiled widely and hop-skipped to go a bit faster and happily hugged him from behind, only remembering who he was when he stiffened and looked around at her strangely but not with as much anger as he wanted nor as much as she expected. "You're positively sure, right? I really don't want to intru-" "Yeah..." Hiruma cut her off and coughed, removing her arms from around him. "I'm fucking sure..." "Okay..." she smiled and grabbed his hand, pulling him forward toward the park. Hiruma jogged after her, chuckling at her excitement. Every time Mamori fell (lots) Hiruma was there to laugh at her and help her up. She finally got her balance alright and she laughed, looking around to see if Hiruma was watching when she felt a snowball pelt her in the back of the head, she looked around to see Hiruma grinning at her and give her a thumbs up. She smiled and skated over to him, losing her balance and falling forward when she tried to stop in front of him. Mini-Devil Bats circled their vision, Hiruma's head had knocked into the ice under him and Mamori's head had hit his when Hiruma's head rebounded off the ice. Both groaned and one of the workers skated over, sliding to a stop next to them and crouching expertly on her skates. "You two okay?" She asked, helping a dazed Mamori off of Hiruma and then watching Hiruma roll to his knees then used one knee to get up. His eyes cleared and he shook his head to rid himself of the confusing fog that blanketed his mind. "Oh, I'm sooo sorry, Hiruma-kun!" Mamori said, after assuring the worker that they were fine. He looked at her and blinked slowly. "Eh... no harm, no foul." He rubbed the back of his head gingerly. She had a red spot on her forehead and no doubt he did as well from when they had bonked heads. He winced when he found a nice bump on the back of his head. "Hiruma-kun..." Hiruma looked up at her questioningly. "You are okay, right?" She asked, worriedly. Hiruma brought his hand down from behind his head. "Of course I'm fucking alright!" Hiruma scowled at her. "You think I'm some little fucking girl?" He scoffed and crossed his arms cockily. Mamori smiled and grabbed his hand, awkwardly skating for the exit. "I want you to come to my house for cocoa." She demanded pleadingly. "Che, I got better things to do, damn goody-goody." Hiruma sneered and pulled his hand back. "Please...?" Mamori asked. "... not for long." Hiruma finally said after a long moment's pause. Mamori smiled widely and they skated side by side back to the exit and turned in their skates. "Mamori Anezaki! I've been worried si- oh! You have a new friend?" Mamori's mother smiled at Hiruma after giving him a once over. "Yeah, he taught me how to skate!" "Where'd you get the ticket?" Mamori's mom asked suspiciously. "I got them from Santa for Christmas, ma'am. Mamori-chan looked really sad and I wanted to cheer her up." Hiruma lied fluently as he removed his scarf and coat. "Oh, such a polite young man..." Mamori's mother said pleasantly as she rushed to the kitchen to prepare another cup of cocoa. "You can be nice?" Mamori asked in an undertone as she hung up her jacket. "Only when I fucking feel like it." Hiruma conceded with a frown as he headed for the kitchen with Mamori behind him. --- It was the best Christmas Hiruma and Mamori had ever had and as soon as he got home, the lists mysteriously changed back to normal and Santa promptly had a heart attack. Dobby was unrightfully fired and sent to the workhouses to build toys from then on. And the next Christmas, even though Hiruma was still the head of the Bad List, he was scheduled for a present. However odd it was, Santa complied with his list and placed the gift under Hiruma's tree before making the rest of his rounds about Japan. What was in the present you ask? A light brown mutt so that Hiruma would never be lonely on Christmas Day again. Tags: hiruma yoichi hirumamo anezaki mamori
Bumming: Saiyuki RELOAD Land
Feeling:  chipper
Listening: Someone screaming on the Den Television
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Hell's fury hath desire, Burning high as a funeral pyre. But alas 'tis reborn, In the eye of a woman's scorn. And in the breath of Satan's last, His love has turned to putrid ash. But her blue eyes his love for long, The echo of his horrid wrong. He admits to no one still, The hatred of that earthly thrill. And ne'er again shall he see, She who's lover he might be. Love has it's ways and whims, But he shall never love again. And as the time may pass, There she stands through the wall of glass. Beautiful and untainted, His time with her seems wasted. For Satan's love is never broken, The value of such a thing unspoken. Spiked hair and piercing eyes, The pointed ears are made unsanctified, By four pierced holes and four silver rings. His wrath is of bullets who long to sing. Tags: hiruma yoichi hirumamo anezaki mamori
Bumming: Middle-of-Nowhere, Texas
Listening: My Air Cleaner
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"No! It must be here!" Mamori lamented edgily, searching through her school bag, in which her school uniform had been neatly folded last night and ready for today after practice. Hiruma glanced over at her from his typing. "The fuck's your problem, damn manager?" Hiruma asked lazily, popping his gum sharply and looking back to the screen. "Don't call me that..." she murmured automatically and sighed in aggravation. "What. The fuck. Is. Wrong." Hiruma emphasized each word by making it its own sentence. "I can't find my blazer!" Mamori bit her lip and sighed, slumping on the roulette table at which she sat with her bag in front of her, it's contents displayed neatly around it. A few books, bento, honeyed lemons for the team, an umbrella, mini-first-aid kit; the usual excluding the blazer. "Hn... a member of the disciplinary committee out of uniform? Heh, that's a first." Hiruma snerked as he closed his laptop and stood as the first bell rang, signaling the five-minute period in which students could get to class had started. "M-maybe I could have my mom bring it to me... but she wouldn't know where it wa-" something hit Mamori hard in the side of the head and cut her off. It was green, fabric- a Deimon Senior High School blazer. "Hiruma..." she looked up to see the door sliding closed. 'That jerk stole my blazer just so I'd...! That... that...' she shook her head and let out a disgusted breath. "Oh well... at least he gave it back." She muttered, standing and pulling the blazer on. It wasn't hers. She looked at where the sleeves came- considerably longer than her own perfectly wrist length sleeves. She saw that the bottom hem reached three inches farther down her skirt than her blazer's did. Then she recognized the smell of gun powder and something else that made a unique cologne of hard-work and intelligence. "Hiru... ma-kun's... jacket?" She knew that she probably looked odd in it, seeing as it was a male's jacket and not tailored the same as the female's. A glance at the clock that hung on the club house wall informed her that she had one minute to get to her class room. "Oh no!" She quickly ran out of the club, snagging her bag at the last second, before racing to class. She barely made it before the bell rang. No one ever asked Mamori why her jacket didn't fit her as well as it did every day before- and the day after the incident as well. Nor did any of the teachers ask Hiruma Yoichi why he was not wearing his uniform blazer. She left the jacket in the club house at the end of practice when she packed up to go home. And Hiruma constantly said 'blazer' anytime that she refused to follow one of his orders that was 'completely absurd'. Tags: hiruma yoichi hirumamo anezaki mamori
Bumming: The North Pole
Feeling:  amused
Listening: You Can't Escape My Love- Enrique Inglasias
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Uhm... Hiruma's probably OOC and... it's AU, but I thought that the idea was cute when I wrote it... Happy Halloween~
Disclaimer: Riichiro Inagaki and Yusuke Murata own Eyeshield 21. Although I would love to own Hiruma.
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"Give us your candy!" A boy ordered from behind a poorly made mask that could be bought at a corner-store for a 100 yen coin. "No! It's mine I went to the houses to get it!" A little girl with shoulder length brown hair frowned at him. She had white wings and a halo along with a white dress. The boy was maybe four years older than the six-year-old angel costumed Mamori and should have known better than to take candy from younger children- or at least this is what Mamori thought. The boy simply pushed her backwards and grabbed her candy bag as she fell. "It's mine now!" He laughed and ran off with his two friends. "Ow..." Mamori shot a tearful glare at their backs, her entire night's earnings gone. A pair of narrow eyes watched from their perch in a dark tree across the street. They belonged to a six-year-old child in a devil costume. He twirled his tail idlely as he watched the scene before him unfold. He adjusted his red horns that rested in his spiky blonde hair decidedly before dropping from the tree and stealing off after the boys. Mamori wiped the tears from her eyes and stood, her elbow was scraped and the back of her dress was a little dirty but she was otherwise okay. "Those jerks..." she muttered and took a step in the direction that they had gone in when she saw a spooky silhouette walking toward her. Horns rose from its head and bat-like wings rested at its back. It looked as if it were straining at pulling something and there was an odd squeaking that followed it's every progress forward. She blinked in confusion and called out tentatively: "H-hello? Who's there?" Her question was met by a curse that made her forehead crease in a frown. "Come help me with this, will you?!" The voice, male and from what she could tell he was just about as young as she, ordered. "Why should I help you? You're rude..." she muttered, crossing her arms obstinately. " A'cause I have your candy and the idiots' who took yours too! Now get over here before this damn wagon goes down the hill!" He snapped and she quickly complied this time. "Woooooooow...!" She gasped at the hoard of candy that rested in the wagon. "Che, it's kind of small..." he scoffed, scratching the back of his head. "Thanks!" She beamed at him. The boy found his face warming slightly and he felt a boost in his ego. "Che, it wasn't that hard to get the candy from them." He put his hands behind his head and acted like it was no big deal. "How much of it do you want?" She asked shyly. "None," he seemed to grimace at the thought of the candy in the wagon. "Are you sure?" She asked curiously, cocking her head to the side. He smirked and nodded, tugging at one of her wings as he passed her and grasped the handle of the wagon again. "Perfectly, damn Angel." He confirmed. "Now where the hell's your house so I can drop this crap off." Mamori flushed at his cursing but turned and motioned for him to follow her. Once they reached her house she turned and pecked him shyly on the cheek the way kids do when they are young and think that a kiss is one of those 'thank you's that you give when you're really happy. "Thank you Devil-kun... I wouldn't have been able to get any candy this Halloween without you." He gave her a small smile and rapped on the door. "I was entertained for a bit..." he shrugged, the smile disappearing. "Mamori-chan!" Mrs. Anezaki gushed when she saw her daughter waiting on the porch with a young boy and a wagon of candy. "Who's this?" "Uhm... devil-kun, what's your name?" She asked timidly. Devil-kun smiled his sharp toothed grin. "That's my name." He said, passing the handle of the wagon to Mamori's mother. "See ya, Angel-chan." He said, raising a hand as he walked off, his tail swishing from side to side as if in a cocky gesture that he could control. Mamori only learned his name once she entered High School, and even then she never mentioned that Halloween night to him. Tags: hirumamo
Bumming: Bed
Feeling:  devious
Listening: The Fourth-Drink Instinct- Cute is What We Aim For
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Okay, I believe I've just commited a sin against any and all Eyeshield 21 canon by writing this, let me know what you guys think about the 1121 words of crack you will find located below! ^_^ P.S. This was originally written as a late Father's Day fic. XD ----- "Why is he here?" Hiruma Yoichi- in Japanese- and Leonard Apollo- in English- said together, making a jumble of the two languages and shooting one another a glare when a nurse gestured for Apollo to be seated in the doctor's office. Hiruma had already been there for a minute and was chewing gum while lounging in his seat. The nurse took a seat behind her desk. "I suppose neither of you know why you were called here today?" The nurse sighed tiredly as she tidied some papers at the desk she was sitting at. "Is it that obvious?" Hiruma sneered, Apollo just crossed his arms and muttered something about 'damn monkey talk.' "Apparently. I'll send the doctor in. I like living." She stood, put a clip on the stack of papers and walked out the door. The sounds of an argument came from the hall before a man in a white coat was forced through the door and it was slammed behind him. "Uh... ahem." The doctor coughed and straightened his jacket. When he spoke, it was in English- for Apollo's sake. "Hello Hiruma-san, I trust you speak English?" "I can fucking understand you fine." Hiruma answered in English. "... good." The doctor coughed and atempted to look casual by sitting on the edge of the desk while swiping up the stack of papers that the nurse had been messing with. "Ahem..." he cleared his throat again, at first he seemed about to say something but then stopped and seemed to rethink his words. "Do either of you know anything about why you're here?" "I got a phone call." Apollo and Hiruma chorused, then resumed glaring at each other instead of the doctor, which seemed to give him a boost in confidence. "Yes, well I suppose it would be better to start from the beginning." The doctor scanned the papers in his hand, sometimes flipping a page over. "These are DNA test results." Hiruma sneered with a, 'what the fuck?' "Did you consent for them?" "Hell no I didn't!" Hiruma scoffed. "I want my lawyer! I'm going to sue someone's ass off!" Apollo stated, standing quickly and reaching for his cell phone. "Sir, please" The doctor sweat dropped, trying to calm Apollo. "Che, so who ordered it?" Hiruma asked, ignoring Apollo and wanting to get to the source. Someone would be crying on their hands and knees by noon. This made Apollo stop, resume his cool and shove his phone back in his pocket while sitting back down. "I'm not allowed to release that info-" he paused as Hiruma was pulling out his little black book; Apollo was pulling his cell phone out as well. "Her name is Scrunchy Cerberus. She paid for it, supplied the DNA and turned in consent forms with both of your signatures on them." He held up the two papers- one with the quick, spidery writing of Hiruma Yoichi and the second with the sure, loopy script of Leonard Apollo. "I didn't sign anything." Hiruma popped his gum angrily. "Neither did I!" Apollo crushed his cigar butt out on the floor of the room- the people at the front desk had given up on trying to get him to adhere to the 'No Smoking' sign as soon as he walked in the door, an authoritive American was the last thing they needed to argue with. "I'm sorry sirs but is this your handwriting?" The doctor pressed, desperately not wanting to lose his job. "Che... yeah, that's our handwriting." Hiruma flipped idly though his book of threats under 'C'. "What were the results?" Hiruma asked as if knowing the answer already. Apollo was clenching the arms of his chair angrily. "Uh..." the doctor nervously pushed his glasses farther up on his nose. "Well Approximately 50 of your DNA is a match to uhm... Mr. Apollo's." Both Hiruma and Apollo froze, Hiruma had a bubble of gum just in front of his mouth about to pop. Apollo was the first to move. "That's outrageous!" He exclaimed, standing quickly and pointing dramatically at the papers in the doctor's hands. Hiruma's gum popped on his face. "I could have lived the rest of my life without knowing that." Hiruma made a face and peeled the gum off of his mouth and cheek. His face lit up in an evil grin when he turned to the next page in his treat book. "So if I said I get it from my dad, you'd have insulted yourself by saying my dick is small." Hiruma sneered, Apollo's face turned an interesting shade of red and he sputtered around his new cigar that he had whipped out. Hiruma scribbled something down then started turning pages again. "You don't seem very affected by this, Hiruma-san." The doctor commented as Apollo snatched the papers from his hand and looked at them, his hands shaking like they would rip it up any second. "Che, I'm not." Hiruma circled something then flipped back in his book to the 'A's and scribbled something down. "I'll just be hunting down this 'Scrunchy Cerberus'." Hiruma informed them and stood, walking out. "Th-thank you for your time!" The doctor called after him, wondering if him revealing her name would be considered manslaughter. Apollo followed quickly after Hiruma, slamming the reports back down on the desk and stalking out. "Have a nice day!" 'Definitely manslaughter.' The doctor thought with a sad sigh. "Is it safe to come out now?" Scrunchy squeezed out from under the doctor's desk, stretching slowly. "Kyaa! What are you doing here?! They are looking for you!" "Hey, quiet down!" Scrunchy pulled at her ear with a wince. "Get any louder and they'll double back... shit!" She ducked back under the desk just as gun fire flattened the door and a 'YA-HA-!' sounded through the room. Silence took over as the doctor huddled in a corner of the office. Then Apollo's footsteps came to the desk and looked beneath to find a trap door that was still open, but too small for either himself or Hiruma to get through. "Know what?" He asked gruffly, standing and straightening his suit. "I think it's time for some 'father-son bonding.' " "Know what?" Hiruma tossed him a hand grenade. "I think you're right!" "Oh, fuck." Came from the hole under the desk as the pin was flipped and the grenade was dropped into the hole. The rest was Hiruma and Apollo teaching each other different tracking and torture methods on a poor, poor Scrunchy. The moral to this story is Hiruma and Apollo are better off not related and trying to hunt you down and torture you as 'bonding' time. And we now know where Hiruma gets his temper and his dirty mouth. Tags: hiruma yoichi hirumayoichi leonardapollo
Bumming: Live Journal
Feeling:  sleepy
Listening: The Right Kind of Wrong- Leeanne Rimmes
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Gah, I'm freaking out about Gaou vs. Hiruma-kun so much... it is a bit vague, I know... Disclaimer: Riichiro Inagaki and Yusuke Murata own this manga. I write purely to ease my fears and entertain others. This is pure speculation, it is in no way to be taken as fact. -----
Gaou hit Kurita with the force of a battering ram, cleats ground into the turf and muscles strained on both ends. Hiruma raised an arm to throw the ball, but Gaou broke through Kurita, who- for a second- doubted his strength in the face of Gaou, the force of a crazed animal now focused fully on demolishing the quarterback in front of him. A short curse and Hiruma was down, cradling the ball close to himself as a sharp crack jolted under the stadium noise. It was drowned out by the cheering of both sides, but each team knew what had happened. Gaou stood and sauntered back to his team with an air of achievement about himself. "F-fucking fatass." Hiruma grunted as he propped himself on an arm and let the ball slide to the ground. "H-Hiruma! I'm so so-" Hiruma cut him off by standing and grabbing the front of his facemask in an instant and pulled him close. Blood cut down the edge of his mouth and his eyes burned into Kurita's. "Don't let him fucking intimidate you again. You are the better lineman. You are stronger." Hiruma glared at Kurita's recently scarred face and smirked. "You went through fucking complete baldy's fucked up training. And you are going to fucking show Gaou who's the better lineman... if I ever have to admit that I believe in you again..." Hiruma paused and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and spat on the grass what had accumulated in his mouth. "I'll kill you." He slapped the side of Kurita's helmet and turned to retrieve his from where it had been torn off when Gaou had tackled him. The ref had already placed the ball on the ground and was waiting for Kurita to go back and hike it. "Hiruma-kun..." Kurita watched him fighting off Mamori through sign language about calling a time-out. With a nod of finality Kurita turned to face Gaou and bent down in a ready stance with on hand on the ball, tilting it slightly as all center's do right before they hike the ball. "You shall not get past me a second time." And the ball was hiked. Gaou and Kurita smashed into each other with a sickening crunch and Hiruma wasn't sacked for the rest of the game. Bumming: The Net
Feeling:  anxious
Listening: Silence- Naturally by God
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If you would like to hear the song, it can be found here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJlunDhTohI
Hope you enjoy this SongFic! =D
Disclaimer: The song is sung by Kensie, one of my closest friends let me borrow the CD and I felt that this song was apropriate for this Fandom. Riichiro Inagaki and Yusuke Murata own Eyeshield 21.
I could run a marathon,Face my darkest fear head on… She had gone with them on the Death March, and run along with them in Hiruma's practices… last Halloween she had faced Hiruma's haunted construction site which had her in nightmares for about a week. Wouldn't make me feel as strong… But neither of those times, when she had run the miles, or when her heart had raced with fear, amounted to this moment… this feeling. As when you let me love you. Her heart beat faster when he didn't push her away, but his arm wrapped around her waist, tugging her closer. Any mountain I could climb,
Even if I touch the sky, She had hiked up Mt. Fuji with the rest of the team after they had returned from America… I could never get as high… But the altitude there had never left her this short of breath… As when you let me love you. Her breathing became harder as she felt emotion swirl in her gut and his lips moving against hers. You let me love you,
Let me give you,
Let me know how good it is… She loved this feeling, the feeling that he wasn't an emotionless tyrant without a heart… To be trusted,
To be wanted… She had the feeling that he trusted her not to turn her back on him… that he wanted her here for more than just the purpose of filing papers, making strategies and analyzing the other teams. I felt so alive,
Felt like the light went on inside, Her stomach and chest felt warm and her brain was surprisingly clear, she felt his hands, his body, his lips… like a light shone out and nothing was hidden by darkness to her closed eyes. And then I knew…
What I was meant to do…
When you let me love you. Her Management responsibilities dropped slowly from her mind, like molasses from a bottle and she felt the stress that came with the job lift and back off as she took on her new job, twining her hands through his hair and holding him closer... You used to keep your feelings hid…
Wouldn't let nobody in… Many times before had she tried to be nice, she had seen a few girls that obviously didn't know him try and get him to go out with them a few times… but he always blinked or sneered with a "below the belt" insult and walked off leaving them bewildered… Aren't you glad you finally did? She felt his smirk against her lips and knew that it would rival all the others she had ever seen on his face. When you let me love you. Hiruma turned her so that her back was against the wall and slipped his tongue past her lips. You let me love you,
Let me give you, Let me know how good it is… Mamori tilted her head and lost the knowledge of where her hands had been or were at the moment… she felt the loss of control and didn't have the will power to stop it… or the want to. To be trusted,
To be wanted… He didn't suspect her of ulterior motives, like just wanting him to back off of Sena or to stop causing the Disciplinary Committee trouble… and she knew that he didn't just want something that he could use against her, or something of the sort… I felt so alive,
Felt like the light went on inside, When he pulled back from her, she left her eyes closed and could see his face easily. Dark eyes like x-rays, seeing what she felt and thought without her speaking a word; his pointed and handsome features mere centimeters away from her face… And then I knew…
What I was meant to do… She opened her eyes and noticed that her hands were clutching the front of his shirt, of which a few more than he usually had casually unbuttoned on his school uniform were undone and she blushed, leaning forward in to his chest when he gave a barking laugh. When you let me love you. She turned her face upward when he had finally gone silent and kissed him again. Couldn't see a single cloud,
Or a shadow of a doubt, She saw her own eyes reflected in his, there was no regret or illusion in them, and she knew he could see it… The grey gave way and the sun came out! … just as clear as the sunlight just after the clouds from a summer rain have passed away. When you let me love you. Hiruma suddenly pulled away, gently pulling her hands from his shirt and his fingers nimbly re-did the buttons on his shirt and one hand ran through his hair before he jumped up on the change counter and started typing on his laptop again- she'd interrupted him earlier. This was all done in less than ten seconds and the club room door suddenly opened and told Mamori why he had abruptly drawn back into his shell. The Huh Brothers entered and Togano grabbed the manga he had left lying on a slot machine before they departed again, Jumonji looking from Hiruma to Mamori oddly. When you let me love you… "Hi- Hiruma-kun…" she breathed, then straightened and quickly righted her own uniform before fixing her hair as best she could and walking toward him. "Yeah, damn manager?" He asked, looking up from his typing. She reached out a hand and touched his cheek lightly, he didn't pull back and she ran her fore- and middle fingers across his cheek to the corner of his lips and across, pulling them back with her lipstick coloring her fingers. "You might want to wash that off next time you act like nothing happened." She smiled and hurried out the door. He ran his sleeve over his cheek and pulled it back with Mamori's pale lipstick coloring it. "Hn… forgot about that." He smirked and pulled up his To-Do List on his laptop and marked off, 'make Huh Bro No. 1 stay clear of damn manager.' "That ought to work." Tags: hirumamo
Bumming: Life
Feeling:  bored
Listening: When You Let Me Love You- Kensie
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Less than 500 words, yay. Neer knew I could write so short until I attempted drabbles. Anyway, enjoy~
Disclaimer: Riichiro Inagaki and Yusuke Murata own Eyeshield 21. I don't wish to because then it would suck.
It is a well known fact that Hiruma Yoichi has problems with personal space. Sena saw it when Mamori had saved him from Hiruma on the day that he found out he had been accepted into Deimon. Sena had also noticed it a few more times as well and had asked Mamori about it once. "Well, for a normal person there is one main reason for the invasion of another's personal bubble." She emphasized 'normal' in an exasperated tone, she'd just gotten done having another fight with Hiruma over him. "Mostly it's familiarity, but sometimes it's used for intimidation... for the not so normal people." Here she had shot Hiruma a glance where he was 'obliviously' typing on his laptop across the club. "Like... with Hiruma it's intimidation and with my mom it's familiarity?" Sena had asked. Mamori had nodded with a smile, then changed in a split second to 'Protect Sena Mode,' making him flinch. "Has he been picking on you aga-" She was cut off when Sena had stood quickly from his place at one of the roulette tables in the club and run out with a short goodbye and an excuse that he had to buy some things on the way home... He had found out as soon as he got home that he had left his school bag at the club. Along with his five-page essay on how Plate Tectonics effect the ecosystems, two pages were unfinished and it was due tomorrow. Sena raced back to the club and was about to open the door when he heard a sound from inside. Leaning closer, he peered through a crack in the door. What he saw was an invasion of personal space. Hiruma was kissing Mamori. "So, I have a problem with personal space?" Hiruma asked Mamori, breaking it and leaning his arm against the wall that she was backed up to. She flushed and nodded, her hand straying to her lips. "Intimidating enough?" "... n-not really." Her face was turning an interesting shade of red. Sena watched in horror as Hiruma leaned in again and stopped just shy of her lips. "That's a shame." He muttered and straightened, walking to the change counter and tucking his laptop under his arm. He paused when he got the roulette table that Sena and Mamori had been sitting at earlier and bent down to pick up a school bag, Sena's school bag. "Che, you might want to finish that essay, fucking shrimp." Hiruma said as he slid the club door completely open and tossed Sena his school bag as he walked out. Tags: hirumamo
Bumming: Life
Feeling: bored
Listening: My Air Cleaner
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Kind of angsty... has a happy ending though =D I think this was the first HiruMamo fic I wrote, though I'm beginning to wonder... hm. Anyway, hope this is okay~ Disclaimer: Riichiro Inagaki and Yusuke Murata created and own everything that is Eyeshield 21. Rascal Flatts owns the song 'What Hurts the Most'.
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house...That don't bother me...Hiruma sat in the empty club house after practice, the rain pounded hard on the roof and windows. His fingers paused over the keys of his laptop and he looked up at the corner where the broom and mop were set when she got too distracted at yelling at him to put them up again. He simply 'hn'ed and went back to his typing. I can take a few tears now and then and just let 'em out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while... Something hit his arm and he paused again, looking down at the water. "Fucking leaking ceiling." He looked up, but there wasn't a leak. One hand raised to his face and brushed drops of water from his cheek. He stared at them as if they were foreign, from another planet. Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok
But that's not what gets me... "Well, at least hes not sad about her leaving." Sazuna remarked to one of her fellow cheerleaders as they watched Hiruma chase the Football team around with a sub-machine gun in hand, looking like he was going to snap and blow up the world any second. "Yeah," she agreed. He seems to be acting normal." They returned to their own practice, not knowing that Hiruma had a recording device taped to the bottom of the bench they were at that he would check later. What hurts the most
Was being so close... Hiruma stared down at Mamori with his face void of emotion at what she had just said. "I-I..." Mamori trailed off, looking down. "S-say something." She ordered, her bangs reaching to curtain her eyes. "That's... nice to know?" Hiruma raised a brow, he had little to no idea how to respond to her saying that she loved him. And the concept of why was even further from his scope. He was reaching out to hold her when she suddenly looked up at him with fierce eyes. "You're such a jerk!" She had yelled and stumbled back from him, wiping her eyes and turning to walk out. Now it came to him... "Fucking manager!" He had yelled with a smirk at what he was going to say- that he would actually finally tell her- just as she reached the door. She whirled and crossed her arms, not even looking up at him. And having so much to say... 'I love you too... finally, you say it... c'mere,' and hugging her, kissing her, loving her... The words caught in his throat, he never expected to be the cause of this kind of pain to her. And watching you walk away... He wasn't able to do anything as he watched her turn away with a hurt look at his silence And never knowing
What could have been... What could have come from him and her? Love, acceptance, kids? Hiruma frowned slightly at the last one but leaned back in his chair in the dark club, rain pounding more furiously than before. But if it was for her... And not seeing that lovin' you...
Is what I was trying to do... Hiruma kicked the two basketball 'volunteers' in their rears and yelled at them to get running with the rest of the team. They had been fawning over the unaware Mamori, wondering things that made Hiruma want to beat the hell out of them. Or stick a shirt on her that said Hiruma Yoichis manager, fuck the hell off! "Hiruma-kun! You could have just asked them to!" Mamori snarled at him, in a bad mood already from earlier in practice. "Che, whatever, fucking manager." Hiruma scoffed and ran after them with a pump-action shotgun. It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go...
But I'm doin' it. Young couples walked everywhere in the shopping center. Hiruma looked around with a small frown and memories of the one he wanted to walk around aimlessly with bounced around in his head. He walked into the sports shop, grabbed the gear he was supposed to pick up, walked out again and took a different route back to the club. It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone... "Hey, Deimon!" Takami waved at the practicing Deimon players as they passed Ojo- both teams were on a training run. He scanned the group and blinked. "Where's your manager today?" Their own was riding next to them on a bicycle. "..." the team looked to Hiruma who smirked with a shrug. "She got tired of my crap and quit." He replied. "Oh, Im sorry... have a good training!" Takami ran to catch up with his group from the slow backwards jog he'd had while chatting. Deimon's team looked at Hiruma who shot at them and told them to get their 'asses in gear and run like hell.' Still Harder:
Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret...
But I know if I could do it over...
I would trade- give away- all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken... Hiruma remembered the last week and a half since she'd quit. He'd wanted to stay in bed, for time to stop and rewind, for it all to be a nightmare. For everything to be something that some cruel deity's- that he'd pissed off someway or another- way of biting him in the ass and then they fix it out of pity. Self-pity. "Che, this sucks." He muttered and closed the laptop, leaning back and thinking of how he would have liked that encounter to go. Telling her everything she wanted to know, God knew he had his mysteries. Telling her how much he loved her, even the damn pixie could see that- apparently the rest of the team as well. If he could just talk to her again but she wasn't answering his calls and every time he went to her house her mother said that she wasn't there. The rain pounded harder, especially on the door. What hurts the most
Is being so close...
And having so much to say...
And watching you walk away... The one time that he had seen her- since her newfound ability to avoid him in the halls, between classes, and when giving Sena his home-made lunch- was just as bad. The fact that he couldn't just walk up to her and yell in her face that he loved her... she looked so happy that he could bring himself to remind her that he existed, that that night had ever happened and that her face could even have that expression... that her auburn hair could have cut her off from him so easily. And never knowing
What could have been... Maybe a pair of grandparents retired to a nice house with football and child-care careers behind them but still going with their grandchildren as an aged Mamori bounced a grand-daughter on her knee while an older Hiruma passed a football to his grand-son. "Thats out the door now." Hiruma muttered, there was little chance of the kids idea before, but now that the mother wasn't even in the picture they faded and died. And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do... "That will be two thousand yen." The hard-ware store owner said with a smile. Mamori looked at the sink part that she was buying for her dad to fix the sink with. "It's really worth that much?" Mamori asked as she reached for the money in her purse. "Che, tell her the real price and don't try to rip her off just because she's a chick." Hiruma had said from his place in the door. He was passing by and saw the part while hearing the price, which was ridiculous. "It's just a fucking piece of pipe. Its only worth one thousand." Hiruma frowned pushing away from the wall and looking over Mamori at the piece. "U-uh y-yeah, I mean to say that... er..." .. the clerk returned half of the money that Mamori had handed him and she accepted it and the part with a frown at him. "Thank you and come again!" He chimed as they left the store. "Slim chance..." Mamori muttered and looked up at Hiruma sideways. "Thanks." She smiled. "Whatever... you shouldn't be stupid enough to accept any price they throw at you next time though." Hiruma commented, Mamori just smiled at his form of 'you're welcome' and they walked in silence until her house was in sight. "Thanks again." Her hand brushed his as he stopped and let her walk on, she turned as if to apologize at the contact but he shrugged, brushing some hair out of her eyes that had fallen from behind her ear. "Hiru...ma?" "Hn, see you at morning practice." He said just before Mamori's mom called to her to hurry up or the whole neighborhood would flood. "Y-yeah, later!" She turned back to her house with a small blush and ran inside with the part clutched in her hand. What hurts the most
Is being so close... He hadn't seen her but that one time since, but once when he'd called her house she'd picked up- since her home phone didn't have Caller ID- and his chest felt like something had healed. She had hung up as soon as hed said 'damn manager,' though and he cursed himself for not actually saying her name. And having so much to say...
And watching you walk away...
And never knowing
What could have been... Or maybe they'd just be that unhappy couple in the shopping center, arguing one last time before he got himself slapped and watched her walk off with a promise to have her stuff out by tomorrow at something selfish he'd said. 'Not all love affairs are happy...' he thought wryly as he yawned and closed his eyes. The rain beat unevenly on the club room door and he looked at it questioningly. With a grumble he stood and walked to the door. Then her heard her. "Hiruma Yoichi, open this damn door!" And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do... "A member of the student council cursing?" He atempted his usual sneer, but failed an only got out a sad smile when he slid open the door. "Whatever will they say?" "H-Hiruma..." she was drenched from head to foot and looked drowned. But Hiruma still thought she looked beautiful. "I'm... I'm..." he realized that the water on her face was still running quickly even though she had stepped inside. Not seeing that loving you...
That's what I was trying to do... He stepped up to her and enfolded her in his embrace. She was shaking like a leaf and collapsed into his strong frame. "Hey, it's okay." He was slightly surprised that he new how to comfort someone without sounding rude, it had been a while. "Da... Mamori-chan..." he changed his words so quickly he wondered if she knew he was going to say 'damn manager,' he even added an honorific for her. "Hiruma-kun, I'm so sorry." She sobbed into his chest. Hiruma backed up slightly and sat down, allowing her to sit sideways on his lap. "I'm not talking to you until you stop crying. I cant understand a fucking word you're saying." Hiruma said, brushing her dripping hair back. Mamori let out a shuddering sigh, hiding her face in his chest before looking up at him, more composed and no longer crying. Her eyes were red and puffy and her nose was running slightly. "I-I'm sorry." She said, sniffing and wiping her nose. "I... that day... I thought that you were mocking me when you smirked and held out your arms..." she stuttered and looked down slightly, letting her bangs cut herself off from him again. Hiruma frowned at this and tilted her head back up with his fore and middle fingers. "What the fuck did I tell you, damn manager?" He growled with a frown. Her eyes widened slightly when he leaned closer and their lips met. Those same blue eyes closed and she leaned into the kiss a few seconds later. 'Maybe someday what could have been, will be...' Hiruma thought as he deepened the kiss. She'd always be his manager, nothing was going to change that now. And someday he'd tell her what hurt him the most... Tags: hirumamo
Bumming: Padded Room
Feeling: tired
Listening: Linkin' Park- Leave Out All the Rest
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