Date: 29 Oct 2007
Title: Winner
Summary: The devil QB likes winning, he lives for it. But there's just one thing he failed to win.
Disclaimer: Even if I live another life, I'd never own Eyeshield 21. I'm just not artistic enough.
Note: This never happened in the series. I think they call this an example of FutureFic (?).
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Anyone who looked at the two of them walking together would either walk away or hide. Some who are brave enough to put their feet on the same ground upon which they trod actually survive the "ordeal" but suffer nervous breakdown after the fact. It's a wonder why a well-loved, gentle, and beautiful human being like Anezaki would strike a friendship with the notorious demon Hiruma.
"What does she see in him, really?" a curious girl asked her friend.
"Shh.. not so loud. I don't know either..", the friend answered.
"Well, I guess good girls really fall for the bad guys", the girl concluded.
Her friend just shook her head and said, "that's not it at all", as they both hurriedly walked away.
Anezaki was undoubtedly one of the most admired in the campus university, but no one dared approach her.
"Anezaki, you shouldn't spend too much time with him", Tara advised her friend one afternoon they were having tea.
"Yes, I agree. He'll ruin your love life", said Tomo.
"What are you talking about?" the auburn haired girl asked, not really comprehending what her friends meant.
"I mean almost all guys 'round here likes you, but with him around you can't expect them to approach and ask you out", Tara explained and Tomo nodded.
Finally realizing what they were talking about, Anezaki just smiled and answered: "Well, I wouldn't want to go out with someone who's not brave enough to face him.. haha".
"You're crazy", her two friends concluded as they shook their heads in unison.
It was on their second year that some things changed. They were seldom seen together. Maybe because it was a busy season for their college football team in which Hiruma acted as both quarterback and coach (much to the horror of older varsity members) or maybe Anezaki finally realized that she should distance herself from the famous demon. Whatever the reason, their schoolmates were rather relieved because they didn't have to walk around in the campus with the fear of being hit by stray bullets and they didn't have to wear those head shields (only 50 yen a piece) that looked like metal strainers and were extremely unfashionable.
"Congratulations, Anezaki!" Tomo said excitedly.
"Yeah, you finally saw some sense. So what's he like?" Tara asked, as excited as the other one.
"Okay. He's okay", Anezaki answered with a forced smile.
"Nah.. give us details. Where did he take you? Is he a good kisser?" Tomo inquired almost pleadingly.
"What?! No, no, we didn't..", Anezaki answered while shaking her head.
"Tsk, tsk, you're so old fashioned", Tara commented.
"I heard he used to play for the Shinryuuji Nagas. I think he used to be a quarterback, right?", Tara asked.
The subject under the limelight and newly committed former team manager of Deimon Devilbats nodded at this.
"Wow! He must be really buff!", Tara exclaimed.
"Yeah.. isn't he like the twin brother of this guy with dreadlocks, who's like really scary but sexy", Tomo said dreamily.
"So not like the other guy.." Tara mumbled, obviously referring to the demon quarterback.
Anezaki looked at one to the other and just shook her head. She never thought her friends were this shallow. And to think that Kongo Agon was a man worthy of daydreams -- just so unbelievable.
"You must really like football players, Anezaki".
"We almost thought you'd end up with that -- you know -- devil friend of yours", rolling of eyes.
"But we're glad you didn't".
Through all these, Anezaki just nodded and smiled, and wished she can be as ecstatic as her friends are about her new boyfriend. At those times when her "friend's" name almost got mentioned, something caught up in her throat and she almost had stomachache. It's always been there, since they left Deimon up until she found out he enrolled in the same university where she enrolled. But she doesn't know what to do about it. She wondered when he will do something about it and what she will do if he doesn't. It's all very confusing.
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They were walking together outside the campus, cherishing the rare silence between, because they're seldom together nowadays. He walked right beside her, surprisingly not chewing gum and without any type of firearm in his person. She wanted to ask about it but she remained quiet, taking in his figure from the corner of her eye.
"So, how's Sena doing? I heard he made a new record for college football", she asked casually.
"Yeah. 4.1 seconds for the 40-yard dash. It's his normal speed now. It seemed the fucking pipsqueak just needed more muscles to keep that speed for longer periods of time", he answered matter-of-factly.
She just smiled and nodded, and they walked. He just never change, she thought, nothing but football in his brain. She missed that life, especially when she's with him -- poring over plays, discussing tactics, and --
"I hope you win the College Cup", she said out of the blue.
"No hope there, fucking manager, we're going to fucking win and that's that".
Yeah, you live to win, but why can't you fight to win me? Or maybe I'm just fooling myself, thinking there's something between us when there never really was. You are so dense.
"Well, I'm gonna go this way. Unsui and I will meet at the coffee shop", she said cheerfully.
"Tch. Whatever", he said as he turned away, walking to the opposite direction.
She was not aware that he looked back and stared at her receding figure from afar, gritting his teeth.
"Fucking gums.. you can't find them anywhere", he mumbled looking around for a convenient store.
He can't, however, look away from her that long.
Are you happy just then because you're meeting that fucking egghead or because you were with me?, were his last thoughts.
He is such a loser.