Momentary Pause
Short glimpses of the Devibats at work and at play. (short stories really) Parings if you look for them closely
Disclaimer: I don't own Eyeshield 21.
What happens when Mamori finds something unexpected in the rain?
Recruiting
It was relatively calm in the Devilbat's club house on this particularly rainy day. The most likely reason for all the calm was the lack of people in the club house. Due to the murderous activity called weather, practice had ended early and almost everyone had gone home.
Musashi flipped through an American Football Magazine while Hiruma typed on some project he was doing.
"Ah!" Mamori burst through the club door, umbrella in one hand, a wet cloth in the other. She shook out her umbrella at the door and deposited the wet towel on the table.
"Do you mind wiping it dry?" Mamori pointed to the towel as she rushed to do something.
"The towel?" Musashi picked up the soaked object. A small grey ball plopped onto the table.
"Mew!" the shivering ball crowed at the one who dropped at him.
Hiruma looked up from his computer to the table, eyebrows raised.
"A cat?" Hiruma picked the wet thing by its scruff with two fingers, "you brought a f***ing cat into the clubhouse?" Mamori snatched it out of his clutches and began rubbing it down with a dry towel.
"It's just a kitten," she continued to rub it, "it was drowning in a cardboard box."
"You should have left it where it was," Hiruma stared at the small creature.
"It was being drowned by the rain!" Mamori exclaimed, placing the towel on a chair. The once grey ball of water was now a larger ball of fuzz. Musashi petted the kitten's head with his index finger. He couldn't do much more since his finger was almost the size of its head. It purred at the attention it was getting.
"I'm going to the store to get it some milk," Mamori picked up her umbrella, "watch- Hiruma-kun!" The demon quarterback had picked it up once again by its scruff and looked ready to chuck it.
"Watch it," she took the kitten out of his hands and placed it on the floor, "and if that kitten gets hurt, I'll never forgive you Hiruma Yoichi!" She stormed out into the rain.
"Keh," Hiruma returned to typing, making no effort to do as requested.
After everything settled down again, said animal began to explore its new surroundings. It came across a sleeping figure, much larger than its own. The kitten mewled at it. Its tail shifted in sleep. The kitten arched its back and got ready to pounce.
"I don't think Ceberos would appreciate being woken up," Musashi picked up the mewling handful and placed him on the table. The kitten blinked at the change of scenery. There was nothing on this surface except for the thing the slender man was tapping on. He ambled over to investigate.
"Oh no you don't," Hiruma pushed the kitten to the other end of the table. The kitten was not one to be stopped by a such a little thing as a push. He returned once more to investigate only to be pushed back by the same hand. He sat for a minute watching the slender man eye him and return to his tapping. He bounded over to the thing once more.
"D*** cat!" Hiruma pushed the cat back.
Musashi watched as a battle of wills ensued between the Hiruma and the curious kitten. He let out a soft chuckle.
"Something funny, old man?" Hiruma glared up at his friend while in mid push across the table.
"Why don't you just make him a lineman for all the tenacity the little guys has," Musashi attempted a light joke. Hiruma looked between him and the little fuzz ball. His face split into a grin. Why not indeed.
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"I've got the supplies," Mamori shut the door behind herself, "how is-"
"SET! HUT!"
Mamori turned, her bags whirling around with her. The table was football field side up and the little players were lined up in a formation.
"Blitz!" Hiruma cackled as he set the kitten on the board next to the other linemen. The kitten pounced on the opposing team's quarterback and began to gnaw on the tape that held a tuft of catnip on the character.
"Kekekekeke," Hiruma's grin widened, "next we'll see if you can stop their passes."
"What on Earth is he doing?" Mamori confronted Musashi, afraid to disturb Hiruma.
"I think he's recruiting," Musashi scratched the back of his head, thinking along the same thought process as Mamori.
"A kitten?" Mamori pointed in disbelief, the bags still clinging to her arms.
"SET! HUT!"
"At least he's not using it for throwing practice," Musashi couldn't help but stare at the odd spectacle taking place in front of him.