A/N: I don't own Eyeshield 21, I don't even own the computer that I type this piece of crap on! ;; the only thing I do own is myself(99 of it anyway) and the nice happy feeling I get when I read reviews PLEASE review okay? Authors really need it! So please review for the sake of fiction k?


Untameable pt 1

"hee hee, this is gonna be MAX funny" Monta chuckled the water from the inside of his water gun's container splashing his hand slightly.

"SENA! Stop shaking you're making me spill water!" Suzuna scolded the brunette teen, Sena nodded and gulped turning his attention to Monta.

"Monta, are you sure we'll live to see tommorow morning if we do this, I mean Hiruma-san might get pretty angry" he asked slowly, his nervousness rising at the sudden stall of his monkey-like friends movements and the sweat drop on the back of his head.

Monta turned to his friend with a wide eyes closed smile on his face but said nothing

"Yare,Yare the question isn't if you'll see tommorow morning," Kuroki smirked as he sat down on the steps above them[1.

Sena and Monta looked up to see two of the Hah Hah brothers heads sticking out of the bars wicked gleams in their eyes.

"It's how long of tommorow morning you'll see!" Toganou chided causing a visible shiver to run up the two small boy's bodies and the two linesman to start laughing. They were silenced however by Jummonji knocking them both on the head.

"URASAI! Let the two get on with it, that way we'll have something against Hiruma!" He yelled whispering the last part to the two causing their eyes to open wide and smirks to be placed on their faces.

"Well, I'm totally against it, You-nii might be very busy ya know!" Suzuna sighed glaring at Monta as he mimicked her.

"Quit the You-nii crap, why're you here anyway you don't even go to this school" Monta grumbled in disgust stopping when a shoot of water spurted up his nose."GAH!"

"Stupid monkey! I'm you're damn morale support!"She argued as the catcher started blowing his noise noisily, the antennae ontop of her head stood up and she kitty motuh grinned slightly her eyes turned into slits,"Besides you never know he might be busy with...Mamori-chan" she cooed whispering the last part into the young man's ear causing all sound to stop.

"N-NANIIII?" Monta screamed and began to chase the cheerleader with his watergun, she grabbed sena's hand and sped off away from the water shooting monkey.

"OI! Save your water for Hiruma Damnit!" Jummonji yelled after them.

"J-Jummonji..." Kuroki squeked causing the blonde teen to look down and face fault.

"We're...we're stuck" Toganou stated his head still in the bars.


Hiruma growled as he once again retreated to the clubhouse to avoid the incessant torture of Mamori's signature nagging session. Flipping the screen of his laptop up he began to type furiously, almost crushing the kews into the board with his fingers as they typed with agility.
"Fucking manager, cancelling my fucking orders for my fucking American fucking football equipment," he paused in his mid rant and spat the finished piece of chewing gum onto the floor just as the door opened revealing the auburn teen of his displeasure standing in the entrance, a look of fury on he face.

"Hiruma-kun for gods sake we didn't need any more football equip...DON'T SPIT YOUR GUM ON THE FLOOR!" Mamori screamed as she registered the white speck on the newly cleaned floor.

"Tch what makes you think it was me that did it?"He asked picking up a rag and beginning to polish a stray football sitting near his elbow.
'Besides I would've been able to spit it into the bin if my aim wasn't off because SOMEONE had royally fucked me off'' he added to himself.

Mamori stomped over to the blonde demon and snatched the rag out of his hand bending over to pick it up the dirty piece of gum on the floor.

"DAMN MANAGER! I WAS USING THAT RAG!" Hiruma yelled slamming his hand on the table as she threw both the gum and the rag in the trash.

"FOR GOD'S SAKE IT'S ONLY A RAG!" she yelled back. "AND STOP SHOUTING!" she yelled blushing as she realised her contradiction.

Hiruma couldn't help but let out a laugh, covering his eyes with long grace like fingers as he did so.

"FUCKING manager," he sighed stressing the swear word and grinning as she bristled.

"STOP SWEARING!" she growled turning to pick up a stray magazine on the floor, making him rasie an eyebrow in her direction.

"Or you'll fucking do what?" he teased stilling her movement.He lowered his hand and bit his thumb to contain his smile.

Mamori turned and glared at Hiruma hands on her hips and eyes narrowed, he glared back at her lifting himself off his chair to his full height and -literally- looking down on her. He smirked at this as she raised her shoulders in a sad attempt to reach his height
-even going as far to stand on tiptoe.

"What do you want Damn Manager," he drawled his anger being replaced by a feeling of mischief creeping up his back.

"You know what I want Hiruma," She growled.


Sena and Monta had stopped outside the clubhouse upon hearing Mamori's statement and froze their recent plan of water shooting Hiruma into oblivion forgotten. They stared at eachother in shock Suzuna's comment hitting them like a brick

"He might be busy with Mamori"

Monta began furiously spluttering and marched towards the door before a startled Sena stopped him.

"M-Monta-kun! Stop we've probably got it all wrong!"


"Damn manager, you actually think I'd let you do that? You're fucking delirious" Hiruma cackled at Mamori's request making his way to the door of the clubhouse.

Mamori smiled "Oh? Don't tell me you're afraid Hiruma-kun, who'd of thought?" she smiled musing the last part loudly.

Hiruma paused his foot still in the air ready to kick the door open, he turned his head 180 degrees and fixed a toothy open grin on the manager.

"Ohhhhh?" he smiled turning his body into the direction of his head and walking back towards Mamori.


Monta and Sena sprang from behind the bush and placed their ears towards the door again once they heard Hiruma's footsteps retract from the door, there waterguns long forgotten.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Sena asked watching the steam coming from Monta's ears with fascination.

"Fugo?"

Sena and Monta jumped and placed hands over Komusubi's mouth who had just appeared behind them causing the short linesman to struggle against them.

"Fhmmfhhmm?" challenge!!!!

"Sssh Komusbi! We're listening!" Sena ushered, the three heard Hiruma's cackling and jumped to the door again their ears pressed againt it.


"Fine then, I'll give you one chance fucking manager," Hiruma smirked, he was sitting on the table, feet up and was polishing his more beloved automatic, he paused in his polishing and held up a finger to stop Mamori from arguing."On one condition though"

Mamori knocked Hiruma's hand out of her way with the broom and raised an eyebrow.

"What condition?"

Hiruma's eyes glittered and he stood up shifting the gun onto his shoulder making his way slowly towards Mamori one hands in his pockets.

"You have to wear the cheerleading outfit while were doing it" he leered causing a blush to light up her face and a cackle to leave HIruma's chest through his mouth as he kicked the door open.

"H-HIRUMA!"


Hiruma raised an eyebrow at the sight of Monta lying on the floor his eyes rolling and a perverter blush across his cheeks with the mother of all nosebleeds staining the tarmac, Sena was trying to revive him and Komusubi was looking at him with his mouth slightly open, his pupils dilated.

"Keh,"he popped a bubble and began walking off registering this the norm for his little football family. He smirked and began counting off his fingers

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2

1

"HIRUMA! Wait we're not done talking!" Mamori stormed after him towards the field and Hiruma smile as his hand fell into a fist and he stopped turning round to the still flushing manager.

"Ohh? What's wrong? I thought our terms were laid down pretty well!" he smirked placing a hand on his hip.

"You know very well that for me to agree to such terms is not only impossible but also unthinkable to even suggest!" she rallied interupting him much to his displeasure (he HATED to be interrupted). "For you to even suggest it..."

Hiruma barked in between her rant. "Unthinkable? Fucking manager you underestimate yourself don't you?" he cackled knowing very well alot of males desired the 1/4 american in front of him and knew what looks she would get if she ever dorned the cheerleading outfit from Monta's display.

"Wha-what do you mean by tha..."

"And as for 'SUGGESTING' it, don't be fucking dense I was ORDERING you to wear it," he grinned dangerously his eyes unreadable as he walked towards her, Mamori stepped back slightly before regaining her composure and placing her fisted hands on her hips as she stared up at the hovering demon.

The rest of the team looked up from whatever they were doing and stilled as a small wind blew around the two arguers, Suzuna skated hastily over to them but was stopped by a quick reacting Sena who had managed to revive Monta a little.

"After all, ya gotta make it fun for me too," he whispered loudly casing another squirt of blood to leave Monta's body through his nostrils as he fell into a commatose state again.

"MUKYAAA!"

"AH MONTA!"

Mamori's mouth hung open and she looked away from the demon's eyes as she began a trail of thought.

Hiruma lifted the corner of his mouth into a smirk and walked away from her straightening himself up and beginning to yell orders to his teammates varying from 'work harder to or I'l kill you'

"Hiruma-kun," Mamori yelled once again stilling the movement of the blonde quarterback

His ear twitched and he gave her a view to one of his eyes with a tilt of his head in a form of granting permission for her to speak.

"I accept your terms, as long as mine are ALSO accepted," she finished holding out her hand in agreement for him to shake.

Hiruma grinned wider than he ever had and swiftly turned round and grabbed Mamori's hand locking his sharp blue eyes with her own pale versions.

"Congatulations fucking manager, we have a fucking deal," he pulled her foreward slightly in a way that it looked like he was about to kiss her, the team all held their breath at this and Suzuna's hair shot up like a thermometer.

"Get ready for defeat," he grinned causing a smirk to rival his own to form on Mamori's lips, she narrowed her eyes and rose her head a little so their noses were touching.

"As long as it's yours I'll have you know I've already planned your humiliation party." with that she shook her hand out of Hiruma's grasp and stepped backwards turning around to the clubhouse.

"Oh one more thing Hiruma, if I win, YOU have to wear the cheerleading outfit," she smiled turning back to Hiruma and inwardly cheering when she saw the quickly hidden shocked face he held.

"Oh? What's this about now manager?" He grinned scratching his head and pausing when she narrowed her eyes sceptically

"Don't tell me you're not gonna have as much as I am doing this as I am!" she dropped plainlly causing him to smirk and betray that he knew she was telling the truth. "Besides," she added placing a hand on her hip in a mocking way and staring him straight in the eye

"Ya Gotta make this fun for ME too" she mimicked causing Hiruma to fire bullets into the air a sadistic grin on his face, she smiled and walked into the clubhouse with Suzuna close behind.

"Huh?"

"HUUH?"

"HAAAH?"

"What's going on!"

"K-Komusubi what happened to you"

"Oi, Hiruma, what'd you do to Anezaki now"

"YA-HA! GAME ON FUCKING MANAGER! GAME FUCKING ON!!!!"


ALRIGHTY!!!!! The game has been laid down ladies and Gents! The Demon against the Angel! Darkness against light!
Sugarfree gum against creamy layered cream puff!
(GUNSHOT) enough damnit... ---(Sierra my muse)
Hope you liked! I'll try to have part 2 up soon as I can but PLEASE reviews are needed! okay?