Fever
By. Jillian Leonhart
Disclaimer: Nyaaaahhh!!! I don't hate do the disclaimer, but… Ugh… I'm tired of doin' it every time I posted a fic!!! I'll do it though. I don't own Eyeshield 21. I swear!!! It's not me!!!
A/N: Heh… Finally posted this fic. This idea has stuck in my head since the rain season came to my place. It was raining everyday and I got a really high fever!! I couldn't think clearly and nearly brush my teeth with my shampoo!!! Anyway, here it is!! And it's obviously HiruMamo!!!! YAY!!!
Chapter 1
Today, Mamori Anezaki got a fever. The fever was so bad that she almost put her shampoo on her toothbrush in the morning. But despite her high temperature, hot breath, flushed cheeks, occasional headache, and watery eyes, she still went to school that day. Why? Because she had an important meeting with The Disciplinary Committee to day, and she had skipped too many meetings before, because of her managerial duty in The Devil Bats. She couldn't afford to skip another meeting.
Unfortunately, her fever got worsened as she got to school, made her doze off during her History Class. Giving Hiruma another black mail material. After school, Mamori came down to the 10th grader class to pick The Committee treasurer, Chihiro. Then they walked together to the Committee Room.
At the meeting, Mamori was hardly understand what they're talking about, as her mind became foggy and her head was pounding like The Devil Bats' mascot was shooting her with rubber bullets from a machine gun, while screaming YA—HA!, blowing her eardrums.
" Anezaki-san? Are you alright? " Chihiro, who's sitting beside her, asked with a concerned look.
" I—I'm sorry. I just spaced out for a while. I'm really sorry. But I'm alright. Please continue the meeting."
"Alright then."
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6. 00 PM Mamori was in the locker room. Changing her shoes slowly. Her temperature had gotten even higher and now, she had to put all her effort just to keep walking straight. Her head felt like it's going to explode. All she wanted now is going home, curled up in her bed, and sleep for a month or two.
After putting on her shoes, she picked up her bag and ready to go home when something fell from it. A blue map with the word "DATA" written on to it.
'Oh God! The data… I have to give this to Hiruma-kun today. I totally forgot!!!' now she felt like her head was being shoot by Devil Bat while a chibi Hiruma was running around her head, showering her with her dozing-off-the-class picts, while screaming YA—HA!
'Well, maybe he's still at the club house. I better check the club house first.' She thought. She walked toward the exit, and her headache becoming worse when she found out that it was raining. Hard.
Well, since her fever prevented her to think clearly, she decided to run trough the heavy rain, instead of taking her umbrella inside her bag and use it. Soaking her whole body, and made her shirt see-trough in the process. I hope Hiruma's not in the club house… (Lies! I hope he's there to see her see-trough shirt. Nyehehe…). The cold actually helped lowering her temperature. But as she got to the club house, slide the door open and found a bare-chested quarterback, wearing only his black trouser, her cheeks felt like its burning. Mamori Anezaki, Current Temperature: 42° C. Thank God she managed to keep herself from fainting.
The two kept staring at each other for at least fifteen minutes. Mamori was taking in the sight in front of her. Hiruma, stood there, staring at her. His body was slightly damp. His usually spiky hair was down and water droplets were dripping down to his broad shoulder. A hand towel was hanging on his long neck. His pale skin glistening under the neon lamp on the club house. A blush made her already red face flushed darker.
'Hot!' Her hormone screaming to take control of her. Her sense was struggling to keep her hormone at bay.
On the other hand, Hiruma was staring at the form standing in front of the door. Her face was flushed. Her hair splattered on her face in a way that made him wanted to just cup her cheeks and kissed the life out of her. His aquamarine eyes grew slightly wider as he caught the black bra she was currently wearing beneath her unfortunately (or fortunately ) transparent shirt.
'C cup.' He thought, instantly, 'What the hell!!! Stupid fucking hormone!! And stupid fucking Manager!!! Why the hell she came here?!! All wet, soaked and… sexy…' Hiruma raked his wet hair with the towel, trying to calm himself down.
"Close the fucking door fucking manager! "His snarl snapped her from her battle with her own self. She turned and closed the door.
"And change your fucking clothes." He said while she still had her back on him. She froze and looked down, she blushed harder. 'Oh dear!!! He must have seen my black bra!!' she thought. She quickly turns around and dashed for the locker room.
Once inside, she closed the door and leaned her burning cheek against its cold metal. But she got another problem. She didn't have any change of clothes!!! 'Oh… No!!! What to do!!!??' she panicked and started pacing around the locker room. Mamori Anezaki, Current Temperature: 43° C. Getting dizzy of her pacing, she slumped on the floor. Her soaked shirt was cold but she felt like her whole body was burning. Her visions became blurry, her mind stopped working and she felt like she had been engulfed by the darkness. She fainted.
A/N: Nyehehe… That's the first chapter. I think it would be a two-shot or a three-shot. Originally, it's just a one-shot, but the story keep going and I feel that this is too long to be put in one chapter. So I decide to end it here. Review please… And feedbacks are extremely welcomed ^_^. What do you think will going to happen to the two?? Fainted Maori plus After-bath Hiruma equals… (Unfortunately not smut T_T. I can't write smut!!! I don't now how!!! I'm still sixteen and still virgin!!! But I like reading them, though…) Please review anyone who read this. Nyehehe… 'Till next chapter, LONG LIFE HIRUMAMOOOO!!!!!
P. S: Tell me if I made someone OOC please… Then I can get better in the next chapter. And, sorry for the grammatical error. I'm not a natural English user.