So, after neglecting my fanfictions due to not being able to upload any files, I remembered that my friend from school suggested before summer vacation started that I watch/ read Eyeshield 21. So, at the beginning of August, I sat down and read all of E21 (which was completely and utterly amazing considering that I totally have no interest in American Football) and it was completely and utterly amazing! Then, I watched some of the anime, and afterwards took the time to read some of the fanfiction. I think that ShinxSena would be really cute, but fell in love with HirumaXSena, because that pairing is better/funnier/more explosive -literally-... And please, who doesn't love the captain from Hell and the cute running back? Then I noticed the lack of amount of fanfiction, though it is more than other manga/animes, and decided to contribute~!

Warning: Rated M for Hiruma, swearing, violence, lemon(if I get the courage to write it), and M/M slash. If you don't like boyxboy, then don't say I didn't warn you if you continue reading this despite the warning.

Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21 or the characters, though I wish I could carry a chibi Sena around in my backpack. Sigh.

'Congratulations, Sena. You're not even back in Japan for twenty-four hours, and you're already in a tight situation. And it has nothing to do with American Football!' Sena scanned the alleyway, looking for a way out of his current situation. His vision was blurred, and his legs were heavily bruised from the kicking they had endured (a major inconvenience to a running ace like himself). Sighing inaudibly, he wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his white shirt, eyes glancing at the unmistakable color of blood. 'Mamo-nee would have a fit if she saw me right now.'

-Flashback-

"Sena-kun, you're going to Monta-kun's house later, right?" asked Mamori.

The brunette smiled at the girl -no, young woman- he considered his sister. "Of course. He's my best friend. Monta would have a fit if I didn't show up. We had a victory today, after all... even if the game was extremely last minute."

The young woman smiled. "Yes, well... It is also a party in honor of you coming back to Japan. Everyone missed having you around, and not just the people from the old Deimon team."

Sena blushed, and rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess it wouldn't do if I didn't show up, huh? Don't worry, Mamo-nee, I'll be there. I'm just going to go jog for a couple of hours first, since I can still feel the adrenaline pumping through me."

Mamori reached out and ruffled his hair. "Well, you are looking a bit... bouncy. Be careful," she said softly.

"I will."

After releasing all the pent up energy to a level where he was less "bouncy", Sena walked calmly into a convenience store to buy a pack of sugarfree gum. 'Hiruma mentioned that he was running out. Might as well save him the trouble.' When he walked out, he shoved the pack of gum into the pocket of his sweatpants, and began the trek towards his best friend's house. Five minutes into his walk, however, he stopped in front of an alleyway. He could hear people laughing, but something that sounded like muffled screams was added into the mix.

He knew it was a bad idea, but his curiosity won out over his flight instincts. Using the shadows of the alleyway, the brunette crept his way towards a dumpster undetected. He peered around it, and his eyes widened at the sight of a teenager surrounded by what looked like a gang of thugs. One of the thugs was holding the kid, while another was punching him all over the place. It didn't look good.

Frantically, Sena searched the area around the dumpster for anything he could use as a distraction. Spotting a metal pipe and a few good sized rocks, he smiled. 'Sorry, Mamo-nee. I'm being a bit reckless,' he thought. He threw the pipe at the thugs, and winced as it hit the back of one of their heads, and clattered against the ground. At least it got the effect he wanted. All eyes turned to him.

"What the fuck are you trying to pull?" the thug that was punching the kid rudely asked.

"I thought I would inform you that I have called the police," Sena blurted out. As soon as it was out of his mouth, he silently cursed himself, thinking that that was what he should have done in the first place.

The thug holding the kid let go, and as soon as he did, Sena threw the rock at them, screaming, "Run, kid!" The teenager did not need to be told twice. He bolted, murmuring a thank you as he passed.

The thugs were not happy. They started to step toward him, making Sena freeze with fear. He continued throwing the rocks in his hands, satisfied as they each hit a target in the head.

Remembering his legs, the brunette began to back away, only to collide against a hard chest. "Aw, it looks like you ruined the fun. But maybe you will make a good toy instead." Those were the last words he heard before he was hit in the head, and the darkness decided to pull him under.

-End of flashback-

Feeling a bit nauseous, he thought, 'How many people are there. Seven? Nine? No, there were definitely five when I got here... right? Shoot, I can't even think straight.'

"So what are you gonna do, pipsqueak? We were trying to teach that little shit some respect when you came waltzing in. What are you, some hero? Don't make me laugh," said the hulking brute of a man standing in front of Sena. "We weren't even going to do much, really. Just break a few bones here and there. But then you had to help him run away." He slammed Sena into a wall, holding him at the throat with one hand and a shoulder with the other. The man dug his fingers into Sena's shoulder when the smaller male mumbled. "What was that, you shit?"

Sena stared unblinkingly at the older male despite the dizziness, pinning him with his honey brown eyes. "Respect is for those who deserve respect, and I don't see anyone here that deserves it."

The hand at his throat moved to his brown hair, yanking it roughly. The wound on Sena's head from where he was hit from behind began bleeding once again, blood flowing slowly down his forehead once again. "Huh. I'm kinda glad the little shit got away. I'm going to enjoy roughing you up."

"Is threatening and hurting people all that you know how to do? Worthless," Sena croaked. The hand at his hair yanked once again, making him wince with pain.

The man looked behind him at the other men gathered in the alleyway. "I think this piece of shit needs to learn who the superior one is; from the inside out. Hmm... Short, but with a fit body. He'll be fun to play with. What do you guys think?"

A quiet murmur of twisted excitement rang through the air, making Sena's face drain of all color. 'W-what the hell is he talking about?' "W-what the hell are you talking about?"

"Hey now, don't act all innocent. Surely you understand the needs of the body. We're going to fuck you. One by one... Hey, stop struggling!" The brute brought out a gun and pointed it at the brunette's head.

If the man was aiming for threatening points, he was sadly mistaken. Sena stared blankly at the gun. Well, at least where he thought the weapon was. "Guns don't scare me. I've seen more firearms than you've probably seen in your entire life, all of them handled by a guy who is respected by all that know him. Your existence is equal to that of an ant compared to him." The brunette knew that he was digging his own grave, but the longer he stalled, the longer he had to think of a way out of his situation. 'What would he do?' he thought.

"I'm going to kill you. We're going to have our way with you, and then I'm going to kill you."

Sena smiled. "You don't have the guts to kill me. I dare you to shoot me with that gun. If it's even loaded in the first place that is." He took the man's silence as an answer. "Oh, so that gun is just for show? You really are worthless." That rewarded him with a painful punch to the stomach. He coughed out blood.

"Come on guys, help me so I can get started with this piece of shit."

'What would he do?' Honey brown eyes searched around frantically as the men came closer. His vision was still blurry, so it would be a gamble. Very risky. 'That's it! A gamble. He would definitely have taken the risk if it meant anything higher than a zero percent.' It was risky, but then again, Sena had always been pretty lucky at getting out of sticky situations. And he definitely wanted to get out of the alleyway before stickiness other than blood was spilled. The only thing he could rely on at this point was his remaining energy and instincts.

By now, the brunette was shaking with excitement. He could practically feel the adrenaline running through his body, so much so that he could not even feel the pain anymore. Yes, he had stalled more than enough. But how to catch them off-guard? 'A trick.' It was the only way.

"Look guys, this guy is shaking. Hey, what happened to your bark, kid? Cat got your tongue?" At that second, Sena went limp, making it look as if he had passed out.

"Damn. I think you beat him up a bit too much. It's not fun when they're unconscious." "Perhaps... but it's a thrill. He'll wake up screaming."

'C'mon, let go,' thought Sena. 'If he lets go of me, then I can escape. Let go, let go, let go! Yes!' The brunette fell to the ground.

"If I start kicking his legs again, do you think he would wake up?" "It's a possibility." "... I have a better idea. Hand me that metal rod."

'Perfect.' Wasting no time, Sena grabbed one of the man's legs and pulled, making the older male crash to the ground. There was a shocked silence, in which Sena grabbed the opportunity to run towards the beginning of the alleyway. Behind him, shouts of rage were heard followed by running footsteps, all ignored by the escaping brunette. There was no way that he would be able to run at full speed because of his injuries, but he was still faster than the normal male and that was all that mattered.

He pulled his cell phone out of his jeans pocket and turned it on as he ran, surprised to find that the device was unharmed. 'Shoot. It's the dead of night, so I guess running around yelling won't help. I don't want to cause any unnecessary disturbances... Wow, so many voice-mails and texts. Yikes, and I was supposed to meet with the others hours ago! Hopefully they aren't making a big deal out of my absence.' Deep down he knew that last one was wishful thinking.

Listening to his surroundings, the brunette was not surprised that he could still hear people following him, even if their footsteps were way behind him. After a few more minutes, the strain on his muscles was getting harder to ignore. His vision was getting even blurrier, making the brunette amazed that he had not tripped over or into anything. Sena needed to rest his body badly, but if he stopped running, he was afraid that he would collapse on the sidewalk and the men from the alleyway would get him.

Honestly, he had no clue where he was going, but anything was better than back there.

For a moment, the brunette was so lost in his thoughts that he had not noticed that he had lost the thugs, and the footsteps were now nonexistent. But, when he did notice, he stopped under a light pole to listen to his surroundings more carefully, and yelped as he was abruptly slammed into the pole.

As the back of his head hit the lightpole, he closed his eyes and groaned from the pain that exploded throughout his skull. He would have collapsed right there if it were not for the hands pinning him to the wall. "You jerks sure are persistent for pursuing only one guy. You're lucky that my injuries slowed me down."

"What are you talking about, fucking shrimp?"

Sena gasped at the voice, and opened his eyes to see the unmistakable outline of him. "H-Hiruma?"

"Do you have any idea how much whining I have had to listen to today when you didn't show up? Where the fuck were you? If you thought that you could ditch without suffering the consequences, then you're dumber than I thought you were, fucking shrimp."

"Sorry... Hiruma..."

"I'm going to fucking kill you for all of the trouble that you've caused today."

"... Hiruma!"

Hiruma huffed with irritation and ran a hand through his blonde hair, glaring at the younger male with emerald green orbs. "What?"

The brunette looked at him through unfocused eyes, and smiled weakly. "Sorry... Hiruma... for worrying you."

"What shit have you been smoking, you fucking shrimp? Why the fuck would I be worried about a shortie like-" He stopped ranting when he noticed Sena's appearance, taking note of the rips in his clothes and visible injuries; blood trickling down his forehead. "... Who the hell did this? Huh, fucking shrimp?... Shrimp?" His eyes widened as the brunette merely mumbled another apology before going limp beneath the blonde's hands.

"Fuck."

Me: Poor Sena. That was pretty cruel of me to hurt him like that, but never fear, Hiruma to the rescue~!

Hiruma: -cocks gun- I should kill you for hurting the fucking shrimp.

Me: B-but now you have him in your arms. You finally get to show him how much you care!

Hiruma: Fucking bitch. -fires gun-

Me: AHHHHH!

R&R please~