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Disclaimer: I don't own Eyeshield 21 even though I wish I did.
Okay…this is a little thing I wrote on the side for no apparent reason then just for kicks. I hope you all enjoy.
Sena had grown use to the fights between Hiruma and Mamori and the different view points they shared…but nothing prepared him for the normal conversations between the two that dealt with people in there own grade.
Maybe no one else noticed how they had conversations that dealt with school for usually it was only him, Kurita, and Monta around when they did. It was odd, unreal, and a tad scary if you listened to it.
"I can't believe Mina actual got voted class president! She so rude and snotty!" Mamori fumed reading the school newspaper.
"Mina just a bitch. Plain and simple." Hiruma agreeded polishing his gun.
"Exactly! How could she ever get into office?" Mamori asked closing the paper.
"It's because she is a whore." Hiruma grinned, "You've heard the stories right?"
"I know. It's kind of sad she does that. Not like…"
"Like Suki and Jiro from homeroom seven?" Hiruma interrupted.
"Uh huh. They make such a cute couple." Mamori sighed happidly.
"It is kind of sickening though. They really need to get a room sometimes." Hiruma said.
"Yeah…maybe they do get a bit carried away…I mean Mr. Yukimaru started to crack jokes about them in his class." Mamori said nodding.
"Stupid jokes." Hiruma muttered. "Ones that were almost as bad as his lectures."
"Argh…Mr. Yukimaru's lectures…even I can't stand those and I am the model student." Mamori moaned.
"All he prattles on about is grammar. If I hear him mention parallel structure again, I swear I'm going to make the principal fire him." Hiruma growled.
"Please do. The man couldn't teach a monkey."
Hiruma smirked and glanced at Mamori. "Speaking of monkeys, is it me or does our biology teacher look like the missing link?"
"No. He looks like a Neanderthal but at least he can teach. I hope Sena gets him next year." Mamori said writing something into her planner.
"Miss Sumisoko is a better teacher for the damn pipsqueak," Hiruma drawled, "But I guess Mr. Micabara is also a good choice."
"He's better then Mr. Lee. That man scares me beyond all reason." Mamori said shuddering.
"Defiantly. The man is damn pervert."
"Anyways, what did you get on Mr. Micabara's test?" Mamori asked looking up.
"One hundred percent. You?"
"Same. The test was so easy but almost everyone seemed to fail it." Mamori exclaimed in shock.
"I know...the test was a fucking cake walk and yet the other half the class bitched about how tough it was." Hiruma said agreeing with Mamori.
Sena had been in shock up to now. Hiruma and Mamori…having a CIVIL conversation and agreeing with each other over test scores… "I have to be dreaming…this is unreal!"
"I heard the test in Mrs. Skinamori history class is going to be a killer. I have to take it tomorrow." Mamori worried tapping her pencil against the table.
"Not really. If you did all the stupid readings she assigns every damn week then your pretty much okay." Hiruma said giving a shrug.
"Thanks for that. I shouldn't have gotten that worried over it." Mamori said smiling at Hiruma.
A few minutes of silence ticked by with only a brief cough by Sena while Hiruma polished one of his guns and Mamori filled out a worksheet. He was at this point, freaked out beyond reason.
"So Hiruma…are you going to Shimazaki's party tomorrow night?" Mamori asked looking up as she set aside her pencil.
"Yes. You going?"
"Uh-huh. I am going with my friends but maybe we can…hook up at the party?" Mamori said a slight blush gracing her cheeks.
"Sure…why not." Hiruma grinned.
Sena learned only a few days later that Shimazaki never threw a party that night but it appeared that Mamori's favorite band was in concert that night…
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