The Demon's Source of Strength.
This is my first Eyeshield 21 story, so I hope it'll be a good experience for all of us! Before we start, I'd like to say that, I do not particularly like or dislike Mamori, but I am not shipping Hiruma with her in my story. This story does not center around the OC, it centers around Hiruma, however that being said, at times Alexia will be taking the spotlight. I do not own Eyesheild 21 or any of the associated characters. Only Alexia is mine!
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Chapter One
Hiruma grabbed the paper from his running-back, raising an eyebrow as he popped the bubble he had been chewing. "What are you giving me this for?"
Sena scratched the back of his head, laughing nervously as tried to calm himself. "Ano.. Hiruma-san, can you check over that paper for me? You're good at English and I can't go to America unless I get a decent grade.."
"I guess I have to!" The blonde sighed and rolled his eyes, scanning it over quickly. He scribbled something on the paper after less than a minute and shoved it back toward the brunette. "You switched tenses, damned chibi."
"Arigato, Hiruma-san!" Sena ran off toward Monta, smiling gratefully as he put in his locker and pulled out his helmet.
"Say.. Sena, you ever notice how Hiruma is max good at English?" Monta whispered rather loudly, eyeing the demon as he typed away on his laptop.
Sena's eyes widened and he glanced at his captain's back nervously, before nodding. "I have, he knows a lot about America, too."
"I wonder how he knows so much." Monta frowned as he wrapped his fingers around his chin, growing suspicious. "We should find out max..!"
Sena's expression changed into a nervous grin as he hushed the excited receiver, and he glanced at Hiruma again, swearing he saw his ear twitch. The demon almost never said anything about himself, although no one ever was brave enough to ask..
"We could ask Kurita-san, I suess.." Sena whispered, shoulders slumping slightly as he looked back at Monta. There was little chance of talking him out of it, and he couldn't let him get in trouble..
"What was that you damn chibis..?" Sena and Monta paled as they heard the safety on a very familiar gun click from behind them. When had he moved!? "If you have time to ask Kurita something, I can give you another hundred or so fucking laps..!"
"Gomen, please don't Hiruma-san..!"
Of course, Hiruma did give them both laps, but only fifty each, which they felt was pretty lenient by his standards of punishment.
That is, until he grabbed them by the collar and held them out in front of the team, proclaiming loudly. "This is the punishment for anyone I catch slacking off..! We're facing a real American football team you fuckers! The NASA-fucking-Aliens!"
Mamori was there in a second, facing off with the sadistically grinning captain as he dropped the weary Sena and Monta. "That seems a little unnecessary, Hiruma! It's inhumane and rude!"
"Kehehehe.. Back off, you damned manager, it isn't your place to decide how I punish my team.." He then walked off to supervise the four practicing memebrs of the line, ignoring the sputtering Mamori that followed him.
It left Kurita to tend to the exhausted first years, and it gave Monta a chance to talk to his senior. Hr found that now was a perfect time, especially since Sena was too tired to interfere..!
"Ne, Kurita-san, can I ask you something?" Monta tilted his head in a weird way that just made him look even more like a monkey. Sena glanced warily at his friend,but focused on sipping on the water he had just been handed.
Kurita smiled, as usual, just glad that his teammates felt that they could come and talk to him. "Of course! Ask away, Monta-kun!"
"I was just jealous of how max smart Hiruma is about English and American stuff, do you know how he's that good!?" If Monta had been a bit more selfaware he would have noticed how Kurita grew nervous at the mere mention of America, but he wasn't and Sena found himself wishing he could drown in the water bottle.
"I- He just is really smart. I-I mean Hiruma can learn entire languages in just a day!" Sena found himself unconsciously looking around for the demon, not wanting to die early as Kurita began to babble nervously. "I mean he had to study up a bit more tp be able to easily communicate with Lex-"
"Exactly, what, do you think you are doing..? You damn fatty.." Kurita froze mid-speech as Hurima appeared behind him, ice in him tone. He had royally fucked up and he knew it.
"H-H-H-Hiruma.."
Hiruma was not a particularly complicated man, he knew was not a nice man, but he was not complicated. He had very few people that he called his friends, and he absolutely hated when his friends were in any danger, when they went against him or when they spilled his secrets.
Hiruma had an image to upkeep, and in no way did he want to be considered weak, however he was human, contrary to popular belief, and had one major weakness. So far, only six people, himself included, had known of this 'flaw'..
However, he heard one of those people blubbering from across the field about that weakness. He could feel his entire posture change into something feral, and he was across the field in less time than Eyeshield could have probably clocked.
He could feel his lips moving, cutting off the baka he'd obliviously entrusted too much information to, but he couldn't hear what he was saying. There was a strange roar in his ears, something he suspected was occurring because of the rage he felt, that drowned out all the noise from the outside world.
He could almost hear the fatty however, whimpering. He had heard it enough times that it was almost engraved in his memory.
Oh? Why were the damned chibis grabbing his arms..?
"Hiruma, Hiruma..!?" Kurita was bawling, trying to get his seemingly deaf friend to listen to listen to him. It didn't help that Hiruma was shaking with was either rage or..
No, everyone was had pretty much come to the realization that it was barely contained rage..
Sena frowned, looking from Kurita to Hiruma, realizing that they had a game in a few days and their pillars had both shut down. He looked at Monta, who was avoiding his gaze, and sighed. "This is all your fault."
"I am max sorry.." He muttered, shaking the chained Hiruma again, hoping it would somehow jog the captain.
"Hiruma..! I didn't mean to say Lexi's name.. I didn't say anything more, I swear!" Kurita continued to plead, getting as close as the Ha-Ha brothers would allow him to. No one had ever seen Hiruma in this state before, and no one wanted to risk a major injury..
Who's Lexi?
The thought rippled across the team in one fluid motion as Hiruma snarled, seeming to awaken at the sound of the name. "I told you to never mention her to anyone..! Baka fatty..! Get me out of these chains before I sic Cerberus on all of you!"
There was a sigh of relief to be heard from Monta and Sena, only to be replaced with twin yelps of pain as Hiruma hit them both with the butt of his gun. Sena found that leaving the gun that close to him had been a stupid move by Mamori..
"Damn chibis and fatty, one hundred laps, now. Everyone else, fifty." Hiruma was fuming, and as he fired off a round of shots, not even Mamori could work up the courage to contradict him.
This sucks!
Kuso..
Hiruma's rage did not lessen in the slightest as he watched them run. He'd have killed the fatty if he didn't need him..
Actually, he'd still have killed him in that state, he might have murdered all of them. It was lucky that someone had possessed the sense to chain him..
He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, releasing a bit more of his anger in a shout. "Run faster, ladies. Don't make me call Cerberus!"
They're all damned lucky I have places to be tonight..
The captain snarled again, stalking back to the club house to load up on weapons. He'd make this time count and hopefully, he'd force them to forget that name..