Devil's First Zero Chapter 1, an eyeshield 21 fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21 or any of its characters.

Tick tock.

Mamori studiously focused her eyes on the blackboard while jotting down notes from time to time. She could hear the bored sighs made by her classmates. She automatically looked at the clock. It was 3:15, 15 minutes away from football practice. She herself sighed but focused her eyes yet again on the board.

Tick tock.

Students paid more attention to the time than to their teacher. Some discreetly glanced at their watches. And as if not satisfied with what they're seeing, they turn to the clock. While some try to distract themselves by doing every random thing they can think of to pass time, limiting it to things that won't get them in trouble and won't get noticed by their teacher who was more than enthusiastically discussing whatnot. They eagerly checked the time again and could not hide the look of disappointment that crossed their faces. It was 3:20, 10 minutes away from salvation.

Tick tock.

If there was a person other than Mamori who was not bored, it was none other than Hiruma. Basically because of the simple reason that he can do anything he wanted. He can practically throw a bomb this very second just for his amusement and no one would dare to stop him… well except maybe for a particular red head who could unapologetically stare him down without a single ounce of fear. Although at this moment he was too preoccupied with his laptop to even care about his surroundings.

Tick tock.

He folded his laptop with a click and suddenly every slouched back turned straight and stiff. Uneasiness started to fill the air. Everyone was waiting for the devil's next move, readying themselves to either run or start begging for their lives. But he just stood up and strode off the classroom with his laptop clipped on his side and hands on his pockets.

When he was gone the bell rang.

Everyone took a breath of relief. They hurriedly packed their things and walked out of the classroom light headed. The last one to exit was Mamori.

She was walking to the corridor when her math teacher called her attention. "Anezaki-san."

"Yes, sensei?"

"Can you please give this to Hiruma-san." He handed her a folded paper, looking composed but his trembling hand gave him away.

She inquiringly looked up but he hurriedly walked away almost running. She looked at the paper closely. It was their test last week. She unfolded it and was shocked at what she saw.

Mamori was humming melodiously to a private tune when the light air encasing her suddenly dissipated, only to be replaced by heavy eeriness. This only meant one thing…

As if on cue the door was kicked open, "Coffee, fucking manager."

She dutifully poured steaming black coffee on a cup.

What the fuck is this?" Hiruma demanded, glaring at the helpless paper a top the stacks of the football paraphernalia.

"Sensei told me to give you that." She tried to act cool, acting like she had not seen what was inside.

He crumpled the paper without an ounce of curiosity and from his distance, threw it at the trash with lethal precision.

"You wouldn't even open it? What if it was important?" she questioned while depositing the coffee in the work table.

"Tsk. What are you so fucked out about?" He observed her with obscure scrutiny.

"Well…You see…" she straightened the pleats on her skirt over and over again, feeling a bit guilty from her prying.

Caught you.

"Kekeke. You read it." He flatly stated.

"…."

"Now, now, now… who doesn't have manners fucking manager? You incessantly pester me with your damn lectures on morals and here we are in this very situation. Kekeke."

She cutely pouted her lips and was preparing for a retort when she saw him writing in his devil's handbook.

"Don't you dare!" she sternly warned, all her good intentions forgotten.

"Or what?" he challengingly stared at her.

"Or.. or…or…" she rummaged her thoughts to give him a good threat and smiled triumphantly when she thought of one, "or I'll tell on you."

"Tell everyone what exactly, fucking manager?" he chewed on his sugarless gum, not feeling an inch threatened.

"Tell everyone that the devil genius failed one test in math with a glorious zero. Hah!" she placed her hands on her hips totally proud of herself.

I knew you'd say that. "Well then, be prepared to see your face with a cheerleading costume on in every corner of Japan.

She did not really mind if he would tell the world about her prying on his test result but the cheerleading outfit was completely another thing. That was embarrassing.

"You wouldn't…"

"Try me."

She can never really win from this dirty playing devil. "What do you want then, in return for not doing that?"

"Kekeke. Saturday. Library. 4pm." With that said he strode off the field. From the clubhouse, she could hear the melodious sound of Hiruma's AK-47 signalling the start of practice and... torture.