A/N: 'Lo, everyone! I'm Squig. When I was posting this, I realized I hadn't given it a title, so I just kind of drew one out of the air. xD So, if it seems strange, you know why.
Description: This is a fic about the Deimon Devilbats and their exploits. It's told from Hiruma and Sena's viewpoints, respectively. Mostly Hiruma/Sena, but also a little Hiruma/Mamori love, though it's completely one-sided.
Disclaimer: I don't own Eyeshield 21; not a single damn part of it, though I sure would love to own Hiruma. :D
Hiruma frowned when he saw Sena fall. The shrimp seemed to be getting worse as the practice progressed. I wonder what's wrong now… he thought as he pulled out an automatic rifle and fired rounds all around Sena's body. "If I see you fall one more time you fucking secretary, I'm going to turn you into dog food!" he screamed, Cerberus snarling at his heels. Sena "eep"ed and scrambled to his feet, dashing off through the obstacle course that had been set up.
"Hiruma!"
Hiruma frowned and looked across the field to see Mamori charging over to him, a disapproving look on her face. Then again, when did she ever have any other look on her face when she looked at him? "What is it, fucking manager?" he growled at her.
"You're pushing Sena too hard!" Mamori cried, and Hiruma heard a bizarre mix of anger, confusion, hurt, and disappointment in her voice. "He's only the secretary; you shouldn't be forcing him to practice like this!"
"I-its okay, Mamori." Sena rubbed the back of his head and smiled. Hiruma scowled; hadn't he been running the obstacle course? The shrimp always managed to show up out of the blue without him even noticing. It was damn annoying. "I want to support the team and show them that even the secretary is working hard," Sena continued, making up yet another lie as to why he was practicing with the team.
"But Sena," Mamori began, and Hiruma moved to cut her off. No need to hear another lecture about how Sena was overexerting himself or some such bullshit. Hiruma fired a couple shotgun rounds into the sky and yelled, "Swimming drill! Everyone to the pool."
The pool was Hiruma's latest request (threat) for the principal and, of course, the principal had agreed to let him build a pool near the football field.
"But we're not wearin' our swimming trunks-"Monta began, but his protest was cut off by the sound of gunfire.
"MOVE IT!"
The whole American football team, excluding Hiruma and Mamori, raced towards the pool. Hiruma cackled and started towards the pool as well, only to be stopped by Mamori's, "Wait."
Hiruma looked over his shoulder at her, smile gone. "What is it, fucking manager?"
Mamori frowned and took an angry step forward. "Please don't call me that!"
"Hn? Then hurry up and speak."
"I just…" Mamori looked off to the side and Hiruma scowled. "I… That is, I…"
"Speak!" he barked, making her jump.
"I… found a new practice routine," she finished, looking back up at him.
Hiruma narrowed his eyes and turned away from her, sauntering towards the pool. "Leave the details in the clubhouse, then." He didn't hear Mamori's footsteps to indicate that she was following him, so he yelled to his team that was now floating in the pool. "Twenty laps around the pool! Anyone who doesn't finish in 120 seconds plays a punishment game!"
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"All right, everyone," Hiruma said, sitting on the edge of the pool as Yukimitsu ran around the field, trying not to get eaten by Cerberus. He had failed to do twenty laps around the pool in the allotted time, so now he was playing one of Hiruma's little games.
Poor Yukimitsu, Sena thought, watching the boy run from the hell hound. His gaze drifted over to Hiruma, as it always seemed to do today. Ugh, he had to stop thinking about him! Hiruma was distracting him so much that he was doing horrible at all of the drills, which made Hiruma mad, which just made him think about Hiruma even more. It was an endless Hiruma cycle!
"Fucking secretary, are you listening?!" Sena was jerked out of his thoughts (which were about Hiruma, he realized to his dismay) by Hiruma's yelling and the persistent pushing of a pistol's barrel against his forehead.
"Sorry, sorry," Sena apologized hastily, looking down at the water. "I'm listening." All of the trouble he was in now was because of yesterday, when Hiruma saved him.
Sena watched the reflections on the water as he remembered the events that took place the day before...
Sena shut off the lights in the clubhouse as he walked out of the door. He was the last one to go home today because Mamori had to leave practice early, and he had promised her he would lock up.
As he locked the door to the clubhouse, he thought about when he would finally tell Mamori that he was Eyeshield 21. He wouldn't keep it a secret forever, but it just never seemed to be the right time to tell her.
In the middle of all these thoughts, he felt someone grab his shoulder, turn him, and slam his back against the clubhouse's door.
"Wha-"Sena looked up to see three huge men standing in front of him. "Eek!"
"You're the secretary for the American football club, right?" one of the guys growled. He had dreadlocks and a tattoo on his neck of a fist colliding with a head. Sena swallowed a lump in his throat.
"Y-Yes!"
"Tell us who Eyeshield 21 is!"
Sena blinked. "… Huh?"
"Tell us who he is," the second one, the tallest, shouted, punching him in the stomach. "Give us his real name! We want him to play for the soccer team!"
Oh my God… he thought, clutching his stomach. "I-I'm sorry, but he isn't interested in playing any other sports right now…"
The third one, who was as wide as Kurita, raised his fist. "Just give us his name! I'm sure we can find a way to convince him. Besides, if you tell us now you'll be saved from one helluva beating."
Sena closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I won't tell you."
"Haaah?!" one of the men cried. It was reminiscent of the three lineman "brothers", and with his eyes closed Sena could almost pretend that it was them, playing a trick on him.
"We'll get it out of you one way or another!"
Sena braced himself, but it didn't do any good. As they began to mercilessly beat him, he wondered if he was going to make it out of this. On the field, even when things were hard, he'd never thought that he wouldn't make it out alive. In fact, ever since he'd joined the American football club, he had barely ever seriously feared for his life. Excluding Hiruma's daily threats, of course. Though, in the back of his mind, he knew that Hiruma would never really hurt him or any of the team.
Hiruma… What he wouldn't give to see him now…
"Let him go."
Suddenly the blows ceased and Sena opened his eyes to see that the three men had stopped hitting him and were looking up at a figure towering over all of them. A figure with devil's eyes.
"Hiruma…" he breathed.
"Youichi Hiruma?" the Kurita sized one asked, frowning. "Aren't you the captain of the American football team?"
"Give us the name of Eyeshield 21!" Tattooed Dreadlock guy yelled.
Hiruma smiled and Sena shivered. He knew that look. "Certainly," Hiruma hissed, pulling out what appeared to be a book.
The three men, who had apparently never heard of Hiruma's reputation, had obviously heard of the infamous Devil's Handbook because when Hiruma pulled it out, they all began to run away.
"Just forget it!" the giant of the three cried. "We don't need Eyeshield!"
Hiruma held out a hand for Sena and, surprised, Sena took it, climbing to his feet. It wasn't that Hiruma wasn't a nice guy; he just had his own way of showing it. And it usually wasn't so straightforward. Sena opened his mouth to thank him, but Hiruma cut him off.
"When you need me to help you, I'll be there. Fucking shrimp."
Sena sighed as he remembered how he had just stood there, watching Hiruma walk away. Why had that simple statement shook him up so much? And why had Hiruma been there? He had left practice long before Sena locked up, so why had he come back? He was itching to ask Hiruma the dozens of questions racing through his mind, but today he was feeling very embarrassed around the team captain.
Suddenly, he felt himself being pulled out of the pool by the collar of his shirt, and then an arm was wrapped around his neck, pulling him right up against someone's chest. He looked up and almost gasped. Hiruma?!
Hiruma looked down at him and scowled. "Since the fucking secretary won't listen, I'll keep him in this stranglehold while all of you swim twenty laps and then run twenty around the field. Maybe then he'll start paying attention."
Sena watched miserably as his teammates began the drill. "I'm sorry…" he murmured, looking down at his hands.
Hiruma watched him and then looked out at the rest of the team. "You've been doing really shitty today."
"Y-Yes…"
"Why?"
Sena turned his head and looked up at his captain. "Well… I was just thinking about… um… yesterday…" When Hiruma didn't say anything, he continued. "I have some questions-"
But he was cut off by a piercing scream coming from the direction of the clubhouse.
"M-Mamori?" Sena cried, scrambling away from his demonic leader and running towards the clubhouse. The rest of the Devilbats, who had stopped mid-punishment, were running after him in pursuit. All except for Hiruma, who walked unconcernedly towards the clubhouse, watching his speedy little running back thoughtfully.
A/N: Chapter one, at a close! DUN-duh-DUN-duh! xD I hope all of you enjoyed it (or at least found it tolerable) and I sincerely hope that the characters weren't OOC! This is my sincerest wish. Do you think I did a good job with that? I'd love to know. Reviews would be tasty; even a comment telling me you read it would be nice. Most of all, I hope to see all of you back for chapter two!