Past Mistakes
By: Night Flame Miko
AN: A few things first. This is going to be about Hirumas' past, or what his past could be. Also, this is going to be a very dark fic, so if you don't like that kind of stuff, please don't read. This first chapter is just an introduction, after that I'll start writing about his life. Oh, I don't own eyeshield 21 or anything in it. I only own this plot :D Please read and review, hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1: em-or-eez
Mamori glanced at her watch and inwardly groaned, how was it 11:30 already? Where did the time go? It said something about how late she usually stayed up these days, that she wasn't even tired yet. Sighing she started to pack up, putting away all the sports magazines and strategy guides, glancing up she noticed that Hiruma wasn't even packing yet, normally they left around the same time.
'Hiruma-kun, it's late, aren't you going to go home?' He glanced up briefly, his fingers still moving over the keys, before he looked down again; the bubble he had been blowing popped.
'No, damn manager, I still have a lot of fucking work to do.' Putting away the last sports manual she stood with her feet spread and her hands on her hips, feeling her anger start to rise.
'Don't call me that. And what about you're parents! Won't they worry? You shouldn't do that to them, considering all the enemies you have they'll probably think you've finally been offed in some back alley somewhere.' A slow smirk grew on his face, his eyes met hers and his fingers finally stopped moving, his eyes contained something that could only be described as sadistic glee.
'They wont fucking care, damn manager. And even if they did, what do I worry about that fucking kinda stuff.' His grin grew as she huffed, but his eyes were soon back on the screen.
'Fine. Then I wanted to ask you something else Hiruma-kun.' He looked at her then back to the computer.
'Whatever. Go ahead, damn manager.'
'Can't you stop shooting at your team-mates? We all admit you are a good quarter back and strategist, but you don't need bullets and explosions to make them work harder!' He grinned at her but she continued before he could say anything,
'I mean at the rate you're going you're going to psychologically traumatise all of them for life, I already think they've lost a few years because of you and the strain you're putting on them-' At that he laughed. He actually full on laughed, not an evil cackle or anything. She glared at him, spreading her feet further. What was funny about anything she said? He was just being an ass…again. When he finally stopped he looked her in the eyes, his still alight with humour,
'Don't fucking worry, damn manager. If I wanted to traumatise them I could do it easily. What I'm doing gets them fucking motivated, fucking fast as well.'
'Oh, I'm sure! What do you know about being traumatised? You're probably a spoiled brat with too much money and no hobbies!' Her anger was righteous now, she doubted he had ever been shot at or had grenades explode around his feet. But to her surprise he looked out the window and suddenly he seemed ages older, as if he wasn't some high schooler but actually an adult in a kids body;
'I know about being traumatised a lot more than any of you.' Then his gaze was back and that aged look was gone, replaced with sadistic glee once again, 'Now if that's fucking all, damn manager. I have work to do.'
About to ask him what he meant she stopped when she noticed the slight grin he wore change to a frown, his eyes scanned the table and his frown deepened. Standing he stuffed his hands in his pockets and strode towards her and the exit. Noticing her eyebrow raised in question he simply said,
'Che, forgot the fucking info in the damn classroom. Leave, damn manager, get some rest, we've got a fucking lot of work to catch up on tomorrow.' Walking out the door he turned off the lights. Huffing again she was about to yell at his back when the door slammed closed…in her face. Very tempted to scream, what he said finally caught her attention. She gasped and ran to the file cabinet at the back of the room; she'd nearly forgotten her strategy guide and notebook! She would have been in big trouble if she turned up tomorrow without doing any work on it.
Rifling through the cabinet she exclaimed happily when she found the two books, quickly stuffing them into her school bag she turned round, the happy grin still on her face, when her eyes came to rest on the bright screen of the devil's laptop. This was the first time she had seen it left unguarded, open. Her fingers twitched as she imagined all the information on that one piece of equipment.
Shaking her head angrily at her self (she was part of the Disciplinary Committee, she couldn't sneak through someone else's stuff!) she walked determinedly past it, she would have made it too if what was on the screen hadn't caught her attention. It was one of the American Football tactics diagrams Hiruma was constantly drawing; it had notes written on it and her managerial side twitched, sighing she resignedly sat in front of the laptop, dumping her stuff.
Reading through the notes she quickly added to some, fascinated by his idea, it was based on the two pronged attack the Zulu invented, coming around from the back, except he had incorporated it into American Football. It wasn't used that often because usually there weren't enough players in American Football to pull it off, but he had been working on getting around that. Reading through his ideas she was fascinated, no wonder he said he had a lot of work to do, he was really onto something. Adding as some side notes her own ideas she stretched and was about to rise and leave when she noticed another document at the bottom on the tool bar, it was labelled;
'Em-or-eez.' She grinned and shook her head, it was probably another formation Hiruma had invented, the names he came up for his formations were often very imaginative and/or frightening. Opening up the document she noticed it was on the first page, he must not have gotten round to adding more to it yet. That was when the title caught her eye, it didn't say em-or-eez, no it said; 'Memories'. She blinked, once, twice.
Finally her brain caught up with her, he must have labelled the document differently so if someone other then him ever came on they would never suspect that he had something like a…diary on his laptop. Even the label, though, sounded like the title. She tried to stop herself from reading it when suddenly a memory popped into her head, one of Hiruma finding her own diary. She had accidentally left it out when she went home one day. She hadn't known he had it until he gave it to her the next day, a sadistic smile on his face, his devil's handbook in his other hand. He had clearly read and transferred every bit of information he could use against her into the little black book. She had been absolutely furious, in fact she still was. And anyway, she wanted to know what happened that gave Hiruma such an aged look.
And so she began to read.
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