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Title: His Seven Deadly Sins
Rating: T, because of some obscene language and well, Hiruma will be here too (it should be an imperative, all Eyeshield 21 should be PG-13, hehe)
Genre: AU, General,Romance (at least, I'll try to)
Pairings: Hiruma/Mamori
Summary: Seven deadly sins… yes, even the evil shadow demon lord of Deimon HS had done them.
Warning/s: Possible spoilers until 255th Down (and counting)
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His Seven Deadly Sins
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Gluttony
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Tic. Tac. Tic. Tac.
Hiruma, Deimon Devilbats' commander from hell pulled out a pocket watch. His inborn thin arched brows rose even higher as he read the time. He grunted.
"The fucking manager's late." He hissed between his grit teeth.
It was highly unusual for their manager to late; Anezaki Mamori was not the type of person who would, at least he though so. In fact, there was a 55 probability that she was going to be in time, a 35 probability that she would arrive before time, a meager 9 that she would be absent, and a mere 1 chance that she would be late. Then again, that still meant that she was 1 late… if so, then she should've contacted anyone in the team, like in an instance, she had to go to Nakano for a seminar and she called Hiruma just to say that she won't be attending their practice.
Musashi shrugged it off while Kurita shivered in worry, as usual; Kumosubi and Huh-Kyoudai were arguing once again about incoherent and idiotic topics that left Hiruma shaking his head in irritation: how could that delinquent Juumonji bother to join them considering the fact that he probably was the most intelligent among the first years.
Well, that would be like asking why he liked playing American football.
The fucking shrimp and his companion monkey huddled in a corner, with a 99.9999 probability that the fucking monkey's into another of his "monkey plans" to get Mamori's attention. Hiruma rolled his eyes at the thought.
As if.
The fucking baldy went up to him and asked, "Hiruma-san?"
Hiruma grunted in reply.
"W-what would you do… if Anezaki-san is very late?" he asked. Hiruma darted his sharp eyes to Yukimitsu, and then to the two shrimps just a few feet away from him. Fishy. That monkey probably made this fucking baldy to ask him this one.
He leered, "Death Penalty."
Everyone within earshot had shivers run up and down their spine as the nearest lamppost exploded. He really was a demon.
His brow twitched as seconds ticked away. From a normal person's point of view it was pretty notmal to be late every now and then but it was Mamori they were talking about. Neat, good-mannered, polite, sweet (how he abhorred that word), punctual, and most of all, a model student and member of the disciple committee.
Well, panicking wasn't going to help him in any way, Hiruma closed his eyes for a moment. Numbers and data collided, combined, calculated, collated. It did not help him. The more he thought about it, the more that sickening feeling in the pits of his stomach became unbearable. Hiruma winced as he pulled out his phone, however, just as he was about to press "1", her unmistakable voice drifted in the air.
"Gomen!" she shouted. Hiruma sneered as he saw her running, with a bag of Kariya creampuffs swinging beside her, "You fucking manager!"
"Gomen, gomen!" Mamori huffed as she stopped right before him, "I… I was planning to-"
"Kekekeke." Hiruma laughed maliciously. Mamori shot a glare at him, but he chose to ignore it. Hiruma snickered, "Making excuses so you could greedily devour creampuffs. Death penalty, fucking manager."
"W-what?!" Mamori exclaimed.
"Hiiieee! So he's really gonna do it?!" Sena cowered in a corner, his hand before his mouth. Monta on the other hand, balled his fists into the air, "Hiruma-senpai! You can't possibly make her do something like that?!"
"Che." Hiruma spat, and took out data sheets from "mallet space" and dumped them on her arms, "Don't you dare be late again, fucking manager."
"Paper? Isn't this too easy?" asked Kurita. The others thought so too… well, at least, before they peeked from the pile. Nearly half of the team collapsed because of brain hemorrhage, as numbers, letters, and binary of all sorts shocked their brain cells.
Mamori commented, "Yeah, you're right. This isn't even challenging, really…" she sighed.
"Of course it's not, the rest are in the clubhouse." He popped a gum. Kicking Kurita, he said, "Oi, fucking fatty, get up."
"Anezaki," said Musashi, who began dragging everyone to the field starting with Kurita, "I'll take care of them, you have to do that job of yours, right?"
"Eh? Ah, right, thanks, Musashi-kun." She smiled a bit and walked hurriedly. Hiruma watched as she walked away, making a bubble from his gum and popping it. He began to walk to the clubhouse's direction.
"As I thought," Musashi remarked, "You're really going to chase her, eh?"
Hiruma lazily stared at his friend, "Che. I have to do something in the clubhouse."
"Hm. You're really good with lies, but they won't work on me." Musashi pulled Kurita, "Instead of chatting with an old man, why don't you go and woo her now?"
Hiruma winced, "Shut up, you fucking old man."
Well, he went anyway.
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Hiruma walked towards the clubhouse, he could almost see her, stuffing her face round with all those creampuffs she bought… he opened the door.
CRASH!
Hiruma raised a brow as he surveyed the scene: a messy pile of papers on the table, spilt juice, an opened bag of creampuffs on top of the pile of papers, and a girl slumped on the floor inadvertently showing her pink underwear (with printed hearts) to the demon king.
"Anezaki…" Hiruma snickered, "… you wear printed panties?"
"HHIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE?!" Mamori immediately shot upward, pulling her skirt down by its hem. "S-shut up!"
Hiruma grinned wider as he saw her flustered reaction, her cheeks tinted bright red, "Kekekeke. At your age, you still wear printed panties?"
"S-shut up!" she stammered as she pulled a chair and sat on it. Mamori buried her face on the data sheets. Hiruma could hear the gates of hell opening for him in glee as one of his demonic ideas hit his mind.
"Kekeke…" he sniggered. But just before he could say anything, Mamori stood up, face flushed, "Hiruma-kun!"
Hiruma sneered once more, "Yes, fucking manager?"
"I…" she seemed to say something, but then she faltered, "N-nothing."
Still maintaining his usual sneering, jeering face, Hiruma took out his laptop and began to type away. He said aloud, "The discipline committee…"
He looked at her direction, her face reddened even more, "… despite being seventeen years old…"
His sneer grew larger as she shook in agitation, "… still wore printed pink panties."
"That's REALLY rude, Hiruma-kun!" she complained, as she glowered at him. Hiruma only laughed as she launched a broom at him, which his trusty AK-47 destroyed to bits.
Hiruma didn't know what it was called, but he enjoyed making her angry, and he enjoyed making her life miserable… like this. He enjoyed annoying her to the extreme, and he enjoyed arguing with her in excess. It was a daily routine, his habit.
Although, at first he thought it was his mission in life, making her life a living hell just for the heck of it. However, he was wide of the mark, as the fucking manager began worrying about him despite his usual "self". He still tortured her beloved Sena, he still practiced the team in his Hiruma-the-Spartan method, he still blackmailed people, he still argued and collided with her ideals, he tried to make her feel hell, and yet, she was still with them, with him.
Now, he was drunk at that feeling.
He ate her time, worry, anxiety, and care, and yet it did not satisfy him. Perhaps, it was because he shared those things with the other members of the team as she was constantly mothering them.
Or perhaps, he was just feeling rather gluttonous for her attention.
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A/N: FOR NOVEMBER, I'm making these HiruMamo one shots, so I won't get all rusty. PLEASE ENJOYYYY!!!!!!!!!!oneoneoneexclamationpointexclamationpointoneoneone
Wrong use of the word "glutton". I know, gluttony is the act or practice of eating or drinking in excess, so says Encarta, and gluttonous is an adjective for a person who eats and drinks in excess.
Hopefully I won't get tired of writing… as I haven't finished 4 multichaptered fics yet (1 HP, 1 DBZ, 1 PoT, and 1 FMA)