Disclaimer: I don't own Eyeshield 21. If I did, there'd be a romance between Hiruma and Mamori. Since there isn't, I don't own it. So don't sue.
Free
Sometimes he wondered why he had to hide, why he would not – could not - let down the mask. Wondered why he was born, created, in this way.
But he knew the answer all too well. No attachments, or else…He still winced whenever he remembered the "click" of that gun being armed. His "protector" had been extremely clear: he was to learn and vanish. He had a job to do, and he wasn't allowed the slightest error. Feelings were for weaklings, and he could not afford to be a weakling. "Emotional attachments hinder the efficiency of the subject" was what he had been taught, and if it ever happened, the teenager had explicit orders to remove the distraction. Permanently.
He threw back his head and laughed at the thought. It was a hollow laugh, that of someone who didn't expect anything from life. It's all a lie, all of it. Except maybe for American football. He really loved that sport. It probably was the only thing that didn't hurt him. During a match, there was the game and only the game. He could forget his worries, forget who and what he was, and be himself, mostly. No aching for companionship, for understanding. No fear of the mask falling away and putting his friends in danger.
The more they harass you, the more they love you. How ironically true.
He took out a magnum from his inner pocket, twirling it in his fingers, admiring how the sun shone on the polished barrel of the perfectly maintained firearm. It would be so easy. Just lift it and press the trigger. So easy.
The gun slowly rose to his eye-level.
No more tests.
The metal was cool against his temple, a balm on his tormented thoughts.
No more hiding.
The safety was removed with a slight pang.
Just press the trigger, and it will all be over.
He closed his eyes slowly, basking one last time in the declining sun's rays.
Free…
The sun's last rays colored the world red with an expert hand one last time, retiring at the end of the autumn day and promising winter for tomorrow, amidst a scattering of disturbed birds. The sky darkened and the first star shone, stealing the last light from the green orbs.
The End…
Author's note: Errrr…really don't know what I was thinking at the time sweatdrop My first ES21 fanfic and it's a suicide story. I didn't mention who it is, but you all probably guessed already. Please review and tell me what you think. I live on reviews!