Eyeshield 21 is owned by its rightful owners Inagaki and Murata
Inspired by an essay I recently wrote on the causes of suicide, and by the suicidal fanfiction that I have seen/read- if I'm copying, please let me know to delete this piece.
I am just getting into '21 again, so I will leave a lot of people out until I understand them more.
Hiruma could hardly see through his blurry vision. He could see vague shapes and basic colors, white being prominent due to the lighting of the hospital room. He tried to turn his head, but the darned neck brace limited him. After a few minutes, the voices became clearer, and he could easily identify Kurita's soft-toned voice. Mamori started to surface, whispering to the other team members to be quieter. Sena, Hiruma noted, wasn't talking at all, but he could tell that the gopher was there with the sound of his breathing.
"Where… what… why?" Hiruma could barely get the words out in a coherent fashion. 'I had to have been heavily drugged then,' he thought to himself. He closed his eyes and moaned softly, remembering the past few nights. 'It wasn't supposed to happen this way.'
"Hiruma-kun, do you need anything?" Kurita asked, looking as if he would hug Hiruma and cry. Mamori felt sympathetic for the soft man, due to the fact that he had few friends and to see what they all saw- that made them unnerved more than just a little.
"Hiruma-san, why would you do that to yourself?" Sena had been quiet the whole time because he was afraid to cry out loud or make any sudden noises. Hiruma opened his narrow eyes, hardly able to focus on Sena. He thought that it would be no big deal, but he was wrong and that made Hiruma question Sena- or interrogate, depending on how you looked at the situation.
"Why would you like to know? It has nothing to bloody do with you. Besides, if I was such an enemy to the school, why would you guys give a crap?" Hiruma started to sound worse, overusing his vocal cords to be loud and intimidating.
"We care because we are your friends- or am I mistaken, Hiruma Yoichi? That stunt you pulled made sure that you got mental help and were always with a friend and or an acquaintance. Why would you think about that stuff? You have your life in front of you, and you choose to shoot it down- why?" Mamori was practically screaming by the end of her rant, but Hiruma was not impressed.
"My reasons are not a public affair, manager. If I don't tell you, then I don't tell you. You don't know what the flip I've done in my life, and you won't want to. I got here because I made a decision, but that decision you guys rejected for an odd reason. I don't get why you would help me," Hiruma finished, out of breath from the emphasis and the drugs. The room was quiet for a while, the sound of Kurita and Sena's crying and Hiruma's labored breaths being the next two loudest things next to the heart moniter.
"Why didn't you ask for help, then?" Kurita asked softly, broken at his friend's attempted suicide. 'Kurita, if only you could know that those closest to you will feel more of your shared pain than those farther from you,' Hiruma thought bitterly.
"Fatty, I don't ask for help; bad things happen when I do, and that is from experience," Hiruma told him in the smoothest voice that he could produce from his drug-filled throat. "A person can only be broken and rebuilt so many times before they shatter and are forever in a million pieces."
Before anyone could say anything else, Hiruma's eyes rolled back into his head, unconsciousness catching him into its silent arms.
"Things won't be getting better for a while, will they," Mamori said, not really asking for an answer. She, Kurita and Sena were asked to leave the room until tomorrow so that Hiruma could get some sleep, but they knew that Hiruma needed friends to get better- and he needed to get the hurt out before he relapsed and succeeded in killing himself.