Author's note : hi guys! This is my first fanfic EVER, so please take that in consideration ^_^ Please no flames but constructive criticism is ok :P Also, English is my second language so sorry for any spelling mistakes or sentences that don't make sense. Not very original but...PLEASE REVIEW!
Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21. If I did, I should be rich!
Wrong
Mamori settled in the warm sheets, careful not to wake the slumbering man by her side. As she laid her head on the pillows, she recalled memories of her high school days.
The highlight of high school was of course her year as the football team's manager. Her early motherly instincts were what dragged her in in the first place but she was very nearly pushed over the edge of her incredibly high patience quite a couple of times. Most of the time because of a spiky blond so called demon. As the year progressed, she learned to know whole new aspects of her captain... that she would've preferred to ignore.
Hiruma's cackling seriously freaked her out sometimes and he enjoyed bullying the ones she loved (namely a certain short, shy brunette). Kicking people when happy or being able to pull an incredible amount of firearm from apparently thin air was not what the girl appreciated in a person. Blackmailing, lying and being unnecessarily mean to others were all things Mamori tried to stomp out of the world. Sadly, the world seemed intent on rendering all her efforts useless, usually in the form of a mad genius with a definite affinity to mass destruction.
Nonetheless, she gave her manager's job all she had and she survived, enjoyed even, being a part of the Deimon Devil Bats. She became friends with a lot of people who all left their mark and although she would've loved to say that Sena was the one she remembered the most, her biggest impression was left by Hiruma.
Her arch-rival.
Her nemesis on earth.
Her complete opposite.
Someone she could never learn to love. No matter how far she looked, he was nothing more than a conceited, football obsessed little devil.
Mamori chuckled at the memories. A smile graced her lips as the gazed at her sleeping husband. Cuddling up to him, she put a soft kiss on a pointed ear. A mumbled "fucking honey" was breathed and both lovers drowsed on with a peaceful expression.
She had never been so wrong as those young, foolish years.