Overture To The Everlasting Fire
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Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21.
A/N: Greek mythology is refered to through out the story.
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The most common description of the Devil is a tall thin but muscular man downed in a red tight skinned suit. He has horns growing out of the side of his head and a pointed tail. Often carrying a pitchfork he is sometimes pictured with a cape. Of course he is set in a scene of constant fire, which may or may not include a three-headed dog, named Cerberus. The image is not that far off.
True he is tall and has a good build but he does not wear a tight red suit. Actually he has recently developed a taste for a more modern day American style of clothing consisting of dark jeans, a black shirt, and a leather jacket when he feels like wearing one. On the other hand he does not have horns or a tail but rather a spiky full head of blond hair. His eyes are blue and while he does not carry a pitchfork he nearly always has some form of firearm within reach. While he does have a dog, named Cerberus, it is not three headed. Looking more like a mutt than some otherworld terror he can be as fearful as his master. In short it would be best to avoid this particular mutt whenever you can.
And though he is constantly referred to simply as 'The Devil' he does have a name.
Known only by those who worked for him in the underworld as Yoichi Hiruma.
Speaking of those who worked for him, his right hand man was currently having a rather casual and slightly unusual conversation with said Devil. Only called Musashi, he had been with Hiruma the longest, thus why he was so trusted and the only reason this particular conversation was still going on. Shall we see what they are talking about?
With piercing blue eyes, Hiruma put down the firearm that he was cleaning and stared at his faithful friend. "What the hell is your problem, damn old man?"
"Nothing." Musashi shrugged his shoulders as he let out a puff of smoke from his cigarette. Strange as the habits he picked up in hell let it never be said that the Devil didn't take care of his men.
Hiruma scoffed. "It's never nothing with you."
"I was just wondering when the last time you were interested in a girl?" The other man leaned back against the steps he was sitting on and looked out into the vast place before him.
Contrary to popular belief, hell wasn't all fire and brimstone. Sure there was fire but it created a wall surrounding the grounds Hiruma and his carefully selected team lived in. It was actually a sturdy stone set castle with a large yard in the front. Sure it was filled mostly with dead trees, dirt, and brown grass but it was far more modern looking than anyone would have expected.
The blond devil shot him a menacing glare from his spot at the top of the stairs. "What makes you think that it's any of your god damn business?"
"Touchy." Musashi closed his eyes and blew a puff of smoke upwards. "It's just a question."
"A question you have no right in asking." Hiruma went back to fixing the trigger of his gun.
Taking his cigarette out of his mouth the older looking boy turned his head to he could actually see whom he was talking to. "Why not? I've known you forever and unless Zues himself decides to come down and separate us we'll know each other for the rest of time. Might as well enjoy a casual conversation about girls. It's not like you got anything better to do."
This was true. At the moment Hiruma had no other pressing matters to attend to, he had his two messengers helping guide people to his domain, his next in command after Musashi helping new arrivals adjust along with his out special team of helpers, and his consultant was currently stockpiled with work. There seemed to be more dying than usual today. The only reason Hiruma ever went to the modern world was if there was a deal to be made.
The blond didn't bother looking up. "Curiosity killed the cat."
"But satisfaction brought him back." Musashi countered as he flung his cigarette to the ground and crushed it with the heel of his boot. "Come to think of it you've never shown interest in a girl before. In fact you seem to attract them."
When Hiruma failed to respond, he continued. "Venus took a liking towards you since she rose up on that half shell. Persephone developed a crush on you when she went through that rebellious phase."
"Do have a point in your babble?" Hiruma snapped.
"Just that it's perfectly normal for a healthy young man such as yourself to take notice of the opposite side of the gene pool." He looked up at the black-clouded sky. It seemed his observation was bothering Hiruma more than he was letting on. The weather often reflected what he refused to show. "Some of the other gods are starting to talk."
The blond devil's voice kept steady and annoyed. "So what? They've always talked. They're all nothing but a bunch of damned gossips."
"Yeah but now they're talking about why you are so indifferent to women." Musashi scratched the back of his head and hoped he wouldn't have to tell of some of the theories he had overheard while on an errand above with the other gods and goddesses.
Of coarse his wish was ignored. "What have those idiots come up with now?"
The older looking man shifted uncomfortably on his step. "Just that... well you know."
"Tell me." Hiruma demanded as his last piece fell into place. He had finally fixed the problem with his gun and in fittingly with his personality shot off a few rounds at a tree in the distance.
Musashi talked over the ringing in his ears. "I'd rather not."
"Quite your damn stalling and answer the question!" Hiruma was never a patient person when he knew he could get what he wanted right away. He hated beating around the bush.
"They're considering the fact that you might swing the other way." There he said it and now he felt like scrubbing his skin clean with steel wool and scalding hot water.
Hiruma looked up to see Musashi stand up and start walking down the front steps of the castle. He raised an eyebrow. "Where are you going, damn gramps?"
Musashi looked over his shoulder. "To go clean my mouth out with soap."
Hiruma waited until his friend was out of sight before turning around and yelling at the castle. "Damn baldy!"
His consultant, Manabu Yukimitsu, appeared at his side a few minutes later looking slightly disheveled and out of breathe. Standing up straight he fixed his tie and ran a hand through his messy hair. "What is it you need?"
"Stop whatever the hell you're doing. I have something more important for you to do instead." He waited until his consultant had a notepad and pencil in hand. Ready to jot down his new assignment, curious to know what could possibly be more important. "Go find a girl for me. Someone from above that I can talk to."
"Sir?" Poor Yukimitsu has horribly confused.
A crack a lightening flashed and thunder rolled across the dark sky indicating Hiruma's foul mood. If possible it made him look even more menacing that usual. "You heard me dammit! Now go!"
Not wanting to be in his presence while he was angry Yukimitsu gave a small bow before rushing back inside and running up the many flights of stairs to his room where he immediately began searching.
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