I am not Riichiro Ingaki or Yusuke Murata, and I do not own Eyeshield21 or any of its characters or themes. I am only borrowing them for my twisted little stories.

It was quiet outside as Hiruma leaned against the wall of the clubhouse. School had let out early that day and he had told the rest of the team that there would be no practice, and to just go home. A chill hung in the air as darkness tugged at the remains of the day, yet Hiruma lingered. His sharp eyes scanned the scene in front of him--nothing to see there save the garbage cans.

The blonde snapped his gum and squirmed slightly. He had no jacket on and was considering heading inside when he saw someone turn the corner and approach him down the alley. It was a very large bulk of a man who wore a gray hoodie pulled down low over his eyes. The stench of his cigarette polluted the air.

The teen tightly grasped butt of the AK-47 in his hand. Something about this guy gave him a bad feeling.

The man stopped in front of him, hands in pockets, and spoke in a gruff voice, "This is the Devil Bats' clubhouse, I presume?"

"Yeah. What do you want?" Hiruma replied haughtily.

"I'm looking for someone. You know Yoichi Hiruma?"

"If ya look hard enough, you'll find him soon." Hiruma narrowed his eyes. Apparently the guy got the message.

"Good, then."

The mysterious figure made his move before Hiruma could react. Swiftly he pulled his hands from his pockets, a small silver handgun in one. In a nanosecond the gun flashed and a shot rang through the air, hitting Hiruma's shoulder at point blank.

Hiruma yelled and dropped his gun, crumpling to the ground. I didn't know it hurt this much to get shot, he thought. He clenched his teeth and made a frantic reach for his rifle, but couldn't grab it before he felt another bullet pierce his side. He screamed in pain as the impact spun him sideways, forcing him to the ground. He now lay face up, searing in pain, knowing his death to be soon. He saw the big man standing over him; saw the gun shining in his hand. The gun banged two more times and the shots went into Hiruma's left thigh. This time it hurt too much to scream. He just lay there, gasping, hoping for it to be over soon. But it wouldn't be.

The man flipped Hiruma over with his foot. The injured boy, now facing the ground, felt two large hands grasp his sides and hoist him up. He grunted and tried to struggle, but was held back with great strength. A horrible pang of pain surged through him. Hiruma screamed again, but knew there would be no help. Then he realized what his assaulter was doing--he was fumbling with his belt buckle.

Hiruma internally wept as the man pulled off his boxers. He couldn't believe this was happening to him, of all people! He heard a zipper and knew that he could no longer struggle, and realized, without a doubt, that the beast holding him down was...laughing. Now Hiruma really cried. The only thing that went through his mind at this point was--No...

"Oh my god," Mamori gasped as she spied the mere shadow of the demonic youth she used to know lying before her in a hospital bed.

"I'm so sorry," said the nurse tenderly, "but he should be okay."

Sena crept closer to the unconcious Hiruma, willing himself not to break down in shock.

Kurita whimpered as his eyes brimmed with tears, "H-Hiruma-san...why you? How?"

The nurse frowned compassionately. "I'll leave you alone with him. I'm sorry." She made a quiet exit from the room, but nobody would've noticed anyway, they were all still in shock.

Hiruma lookied horribly weak. His skin was pasty and pale, and there were dark pits under his eyes. The breathing tube and numerous bandages didn't help his appaerance. Altogether, one word could describe him; broken.

The constant beep of the heart rate monitor was the only thing to break the silence of the room. In fact it comforted the three.

"So.." Mamori bravely started. "The others should be here soon?"

"H-hai," Kurita shakily replied. "Monta-kun said he would get here as fast as he could, and Komusubi-kun said something close to 'dear God what and why,' Yukimistu-kun said he was getting on the train to get here right away, and those three, well…."

"You couldn't reach them?" Sena rightly assumed.

"Hai. I was only able to leave a message on Kuroki's answering machine. I don't think they'd want to come anyway."

As soon as Kurita had finished his sentence, the door to the hospital room banged open, and there stood the Damn Hah brothers. The nurse tried to impress upon them the fact that this was a hopital, and to be quiet, but was quickly cut off by Jumonji.

"We got your message, Kurita-san, and rushed here as fast as we could. How is he? Is he really—"

Jumonji's words seemed to fail him as he spied the faint boy in the bed.

"It does look bad," Kuroki muttered under his breath.

Togano faltered out, "But will he be okay?"

"The nurse said so. Let's just hope his body is the only thing damaged." However she tried to make them, Mamori's words were just not comfort enough to calm the aura of shock ricocheting around the room.

Soon the rest of the team came, even Ishimaru, Yamaoka, and Satake. Nobody could hardly believe that the devil who had shrouded them all with fear and fire could bring forth their compassion such as this.

As the day grew late the room emptied until only Mamori and Sena remained.

Mamori glanced over at the wall clock and started. "Sena, I'm sorry, but I have to get home, my mother will be worried sick." She stood from her uneasy perch on the stool beside Hiruma's bed. "Would you like to walk home with me?"

Sena looked at her wearily, then gave a small smile, replying, "No, Mamori-neechan, I want to stay a little longer. Will you tell my parents that I will be home soon?"

"Sure. Just make sure you don't stay all night."

"Haha, I won't,"

Mamori left the room with a final glance at Hiruma.

"I'm sure he'll be okay."

It hadn't been long since Mamori left the room that Sena pulled his uneasy gaze away from the window. He slowly made his way over to Hiruma and took Mamori's former seat. Grasping the older boy's hand in his considerably smaller one, he laid his head down on the bed next to it, and let go of what he had been trying to hold back ever since he had reached the tiny, cold room.

Tears burst from his eyes as he began to sob. Sena grasped the boy's hand tighter and tighter until he could not feel his own. He wished it would all go away. The tears, the pain, the horrible feeling tearing his insides apart, and Hiruma's pain…wished it would all just go away…..

It was dark outside as the nurse made her rounds, checking on the patients.

She poked her head into the private room.

"Hello? Is anyone in here?"

She stopped as she spotted the small boy sitting aside the bed, holding the occupant's hand, and snoring softly.

I'll just let him sleep, she thought. She left the room, and came back a moment later with a blanket. She caringly draped it around the brunette's shoulders, and walked away, quietly wishing him sweet dreams.

But Sena's dreams were not sweet that night…….