My first Eyeshield 21 fanfiction! Very unlike me this story doesn't include romance, only friends and family :) The rating is because of bad language. Please enjoy!

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It was a normal, beautiful and hot spring day. The birds were singing and the students of Deimon high were on their way home from school, everyone except the school's football team, who was in the middle of their daily practice, after school.

"YA-HAA! Faster fucking chibis!" Hiruma yelled to Sena and Monta who was busy running laps around the court. Hiruma fired a long series of gunshots from his loyal M95 machinegun, making said boys yelp and pick up their pace. Mamori was quickly there to scold him.

"Hiruma! Stop picking on Sena!"

"Shut up fucking manager." Was all Hiruma said as he rested his M95 back against his shoulder and blew another gum bubble. He looked over the field and watched everyone as they trained hard. Kurita, the three Haa-brothers and Komusubi was practicing block, Musashi kicking, Sena and Monta run and Hiruma was currently training passing and retrieving with Taki and Yukimitsu.

"Fucking baldly! That pass was perfect, how could you not catch it?" Hiruma yelled and once again fired with his gun when Yukimitsu dropped the ball.

"Ahh! S-Sorry Hiruma-san!" Yukimitsu stammered

"Sorry isn't going to bring us to the Christmas Bowl! When I throw a pass you better catch it!" More gun shots

"Ihh! I-I will Hiruma-san!"

Hiruma paused his shooting looked at his cellphone. 'Damn, it's already this late.'

"Alright guys! Everyone to the showers! YA-HA!"

Everyone hurried inside the clubhouse to shower and change, closely followed by Hiruma. Musashi caught up to Hiruma and padded him on the shoulder.

"They're improving a lot huh? You should be proud of yourself. Much of their strength is a result of your training after all." Musashi said and smiled at his long term friend.

"There's still a long way to go. We aren't nearly good enough to win the Christmas Bowl yet." Was Hiruma's only response. Musashi chuckled a little, this was so typical Hiruma. He would always refuse to accept any credit.

"Whatever you say." Said Musashi and started to change.

The sun was already about to set when the team was done showering and change. Hiruma had tossed his sports bag over his shoulder and was on his way home when he heard his name called from behind.

"Hiruma! The whole team is going to Suki's meathouse to have dinner, want to join us?" Kurita asked with Musashi at his side. Behind them stood the rest of the team and chatted, waiting to go to dinner together.

Hiruma blinked and popped his gum bubble before answering.

"No, I can't. I have other things to do." He said simply.

"Come on, it's Friday. What is so important that it can't wait until tomorrow?" Musashi now said.

"That's none of your fucking business old man, I said I'm busy. You guys go on ahead, I have to go now." With that said Hiruma turned and started walking home, leaving the rest of the team to go on without him.

As he walked Hiruma closed his eyes and felt the wind in his hair. In reality he wished he didn't have to go home and that he could have joined his friends at dinner. But he couldn't… He had to go home and face his father.. Alcoholic father. Hiruma wasn't scared of him, not one bit. His father never dared to challenge him in any way, he was way stronger than that old man both physical and mentally, and he knew it. But it was a completely different matter with Shiro, Hiruma's little brother. Not many know Hiruma have a little brother, actually no one beside Musashi and Kurita.

8 years ago, when Hiruma had been 10 and Shiro 2, their mother had died from cancer. That was when their father had started drinking and has ever since, but it had gotten a lot worse with the years. Hiruma is the only one to take care of Shiro now. Their father doesn't even have a job so it's also Hiruma who makes sure they have money to pay the bills and his brother's and his own school funds and so on.

Since Shiro still only goes to elementaryschool and Hiruma always trains after school, Shiro have to stay home alone with their father in the weekdays, and Hiruma always fears something will happen to his little brother when he isn't there to protect him. When Hiruma traveled to Las Vegas during the death march, he had got Musashi to take care of him, since he hadn't joined the team at that time. His father never cared where his kids were anyway.

But no one, not even Kurita or Musashi knew that he had an alcoholic father, and Hiruma planned on keeping it that way.

Hiruma wasn't far from home now. He had stopped by the local store to buy a bag of those jelly beans he knew his brother liked so much.

Just as Hiruma was about to walk down the pathway to his house he heard a loud crash and his father yelling. 'Shit!' was all Hiruma could think as he dropped his sports bag and ran to the door.

The moment he walked inside he could hear his father's angry and slurred voice that proved that he had been drinking again.

"YOU LITTLE BRAT.. COME BACK HERE AND *hic* TAKE IT LIKE A MAN!"

And then he heard the frightened voice of his little brother.

"I-I'm sorry father! I promise I'll never do it again!"

Hiruma stormed into the house and into the living room where the noise came from.

"Shiro!" He called. Hiruma walked into the living room that was overflowing with empty beer cans and chipsbags. And in the corner he saw Shiro, who had tears in his eyes, a big bruise forming on his cheek and blood running from his split lip. Standing only a few feet away from Shiro was their father who had his fist clenched, ready to land another punch.

"Nii-san!" Shiro yelled in relief and ran over to Hiruma.

Hiruma immediately kneeled down and allowed his brother to throw his arms around his neck and placed his own hand on Shiro's head in a comforting manner as the small boy sobbed against his shoulder.

"Shh.. It's okay Shiro, I'm here he won't hurt you anymore I promise." Hiruma whispered comforting in Shiro's ear before he looked up and glared evilly up at their father, who had opened another can of beer and looked bored at his two sons.

Hiruma stood up, never stopping glaring at the man before him. Shiro took a grip on his black t-shirt and pressed himself close to his big brother.

"What the hell do you think you're doing old man?" Hiruma growled angrily.

"I just taught the brat a lesson he deserved. The little shithead refused to go get me a pack of beers."

"He's 10 you alcoholic piece of shit! No one is going to sell beer to 10 year old boy!"

"That's just your excuse! Excuses, excuses! That's the only thing you two are good at!"

"And you think that gives you the fucking right to hit him you son of a bitch?"

"Tch! That low life weakling needs to learn his place and how to take a proper beating! But anyway now that you're here you go get me a pack!"

"Like fuck I will! You can sit here and rot up in your own filth and get your own damn beers from now on old man! I wonder how long you'll last when I'm not here to earn money for your beloved beers and fucking junkfood!" Hiruma yelled and picked Shiro up in his arms.

"Come Shiro, let us get our things packed and leave this fucking old fat man to do as he pleases."

Shiro nodded and leaned against Hiruma as they headed to the stairs since their rooms were upstairs.

"HA! YOU THINK I NEED YOU *hic* YOU BLEACH FAG? GO ON! RUN AWAY, I COULDN'T CARE LESS!"

Hiruma took Shiro upstairs and went into the bathroom where Hiruma placed his brother on the toilet before he opened the cabinet to pull out the first aid kit. He took out a piece of cotton and dripped a few drops of antiseptic on it and started to clean the small wound on Shiro's lip. A few tears still rolled down the young boys cheeks. Hiruma gently wiped them away with his thump.

"There Shiro, a big boy like you doesn't still cry does he?" Hiruma said in a gentle voice and smiled softly.

Shiro shook his head and quickly wiped away the last tears with his sleeve.

"I'm sorry nii-san. But I was really scared. I didn't mean to make him angry, I just said that I wasn't old enough to buy beer and he got really mad and started hitting me…" Shiro said with a low voice and sniffed.

Hiruma ruffled up his brother's short black hair.

"I know Shiro, I know. I'm sorry I wasn't here to protect you, I was training with the team."

"It's okay nii-san. It wasn't your fault. I know how important football is to you. Besides I know you'll always be here when I need you, you always tell me that, and you never lie." Shiro said and smiled a small smile to his older brother.

Hiruma smiled back and ruffled his brother's hair again.

"That's my little warrior." He said, making Shiro laugh a little.

"Come on, we better start packing our things." Hiruma then said and placed the first aid kit back in the cabinet.

"Nii-san, are we really leaving?" Shiro asked his voice slightly hopeful.

"You bet we are. I'm never leaving you alone with that man again. I won't give him another chance to hurt you."

"But where will we go?"

"Don't you worry about that, your nii-san will take care of it all."

Shiro did as he was told and jumped down from the toilet to go start packing. When he was goon Hiruma pulled out his cellphone. 'I would have preferred to keep them out of this, but guess I don't have a choice anymore.'

He flipped through the names till he found the one he was looking for and called. The phone beeped a few times when it finally got picked up and the familiar voice from the other end reached his ears.

"Musashi speaking"

"Yo, it's me"

"Hiruma? I thought you were busy?"

"Listen Musashi.. I can't really explain it all now, but I need to ask you a favor."

"Sure, what's up? Is everything alright?" Musashi was starting to worry just slightly. It wasn't like Hiruma to sound this serious.

Hiruma sighed and ran his hand through his blond hair.

"No it isn't.. Listen, I promise I will tell you guys everything later. I know this is a lot to ask, but is it possible for me and Shiro to stay at your place for a while?"

Musashi didn't answer right away.

"Oh.. Um.. Yeah.. Of cause you can. Should I come and pick you guys up?"

"It would be a great help if you did."

"Okay, I'll be there in half an hour."

"And old man."

"Hmm?"

"Don't tell anyone except Kurita, got it?"

"Sure, if you say so Hiruma. See ya in a while ok?" Musashi sounded optimistic in the phone. He wasn't an idiot, he was sure something bad had happened or Hiruma wouldn't be so serious or be asking for favors. Musashi just wanted his friend to know that he could count on him.

Despite himself Hiruma smiled slightly, he knew he could count on Musashi and Kurita.

"See ya old man." He said and hung up, before he also went to his room and started packing.

25 minutes later:

Hiruma walked into his brother's room.

"Shiro are you ready?" Hiruma asked.

"Yes nii-san" Shiro answered and threw the two last shirts down his bag and lifted it up on his shoulder. Hiruma had picked up his bag from outside and had also packed the most necessary things.

"Then come. Musashi is coming to pick us up in 5 minutes. We're staying at his place a few days"

Shiro's eyes lighted up a little. He really liked Musashi. Last time he had stayed with him, while Hiruma had been in Las Vegas, Musashi had always played football with him after work and cooked dinner for him and told him the funniest stories about what he and his nii-san had done together.

Hiruma and Shiro walked downstairs only to see their father waiting for them at the bottom with his arms crossed and a snarl on his face. Hiruma pushed Shiro behind him and walked down till he stood face to face with the man.

"So you're really leaving, you poor excuses of sons?" The man growled.

"What are you gonna do about fucking old man?" Hiruma snarled back.

Hiruma's father sighed.

"Tch.. Had I known I would get such lousy cowards for sons I never would have fucked your mother."

Right there Hiruma's eyes lighted up with fury and he gripped the collar of his father's shirt and lifted him two centimeters of the ground.

"Don't you ever talk about our mother like that again old man!" Hiruma snarled angrily. He could feel Shiro cling tighter to him.

Just then a honk sounded from outside the door, signaling Musashi had arrived. Hiruma glared one final time at his father, satisfied with the scared face he was making. Hiruma then dropped his father down and laid his arm around his brother to guide him outside. Halfway down the pathway their father shouted out the door.

"THAT'S RIGHT! LEAVE, I'M BETTER OF WITHOUT YOU ANYWAY!" And then slammed the door shut.

Musashi stepped out of the truck. The moment Shiro saw him he greeted happily.

"Uncle Musashi!"

Musashi smiled and waved to him.

"Hey little champ, nice seeing you. Let me put this in the back for you." He said and took Shiro's bag.

"Shiro go sit in the backseat." Hiruma said and padded his brother's back.

"Okay nii-san." And Shiro did as he was told, and crawled into the backseat of the truck.

Hiruma walked over to place his own bag in the back of the car.

"Hey, thanks for coming so fast." He said, never looking Musashi in the eyes.

"Don't mention it. Kurita is waiting for us at home."

"What about the others?"

"They don't know anything. Not yet at least."

"Good. Then let's go."

Hiruma and Musashi sat on the front seats and Musashi drove them all to his home.

When they arrived at the house, Kurita was immediately there.

"Hiruma-kun! Shiro-kun! You're alright I was so worried!" Kurita cried and hugged them both.

"Hi Kurita-san." Shiro said and smiled.

"Fucking fatty! Let go before you crush us!"

"Ah, I'm sorry. I'm just so relieved that you guys ar.. Eh.. Shiro-kun! You're injured!" Kurita then exclaimed and pointed at his face, indicating where Shiro's wound and bruise were.

"It's nothing special, really." Shiro said and rubbed his cheek.

"But what happ.."

"Leave it for now fatty. I'll tell you later."

"Oh.. Alright then." Kurita said, but still worried about the young boy.

"Shiro-kun you look very tired." Kurita then said.

Shiro nodded slightly and tried to hold back a yawn, but being quite unsuccessful, and rubbed one of his eyes with the palm of his hand.

"Come on Shiro, you should get some sleep." Hiruma said and took his brother's bag and then led him to the guests' room where he knew they would be staying. Before going down the hall Hiruma turned to Musashi and Kurita.

"I'll be back in a moment." He said. They both nodded as answer.

When Shiro was tugged under the blankets Hiruma sat on the edge of the bed.

"You alright Shiro?" He whispered gently. Shiro was already close to falling asleep.

Shiro nodded.

"Yeah, I only have a light headache."

"You want me to get you an aspirin?"

Shiro shook his head.

"No thanks nii-san. It's nothing I can't handle." Shiro said and smiled.

"Alright then. If there is anything tonight then you just wake me up alright?" Hiruma was just about to get up.

"Nii-san?"

"Yes Shiro?" He sat back down again.

"What are we going to do now? I mean, now that we don't live with father anymore?"

Hiruma looked at his brother with sympatric eyes. Shiro had always been very mature for his age. He had to be with a father like theirs. Even now at the edge of sleep his younger brother was thinking so rationally, worried what would become of them. But Hiruma didn't want him to worry about those things. He would get everything back in order, it would all be alright now, he was certain of it.

"I don't know yet. But don't you worry. Your nii-san will always look after you alright. Things are going to be much better from now on. I promise."

Shiro smiled.

"Alright nii-san, I know it's true when you say so."

"That's my little warrior." Hiruma said.

"Goodnight nii-san." Shiro said and drifted into dreamland.

Hiruma stood and turned off the night lamp and walked to the door.

"Goodnight Shiro." He whispered before closing the door.

Hiruma walked to the living room where Musashi and Kurita were sitting waiting for him. Hiruma pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Hiruma-kun, I made some tea." Kurita said and smiled as he pushed a steaming cup of the over to Hiruma.

Hiruma accepted the cup and took a sip.

"Thanks."

"Well then, don't you think it's about time we get an explanation then?" Musashi then said, waiting patiently.

Hiruma sighed. He really did owe them a good reason for all of this. And so be began telling everything that had happened.

Yay! Chapter 1 done! :D

Aww.. Hiruma really do have a good heart. I really like the thought of Hiruma as a protective older brother :)

Please review tell me what you think!