LP: Okay, clearly I don't own Eyeshield 21. If I did there would be a lot more mansecks...so much man luvvin :3 But there's none...sooo I think that makes it obvious.
What was that fuckin little pipsqueak thinking? He was never late. Never, that was just how it was. It was half an hour already and no sign of him. He better be missing an arm or atleast a finger or Hiruma just may have to change that. If Sena didn't arrive soon, Cerberus would get a little treat...and Hiruma was certain to stress that 'little'. In all honesty how could he properly terrorize the rest of his min...eh...teamates, when he was already so annoyed at one for being so late? He was used to the fuckin 'Hah' brothers being late. They were always late, but Hiruma had gotten used to...motivating them to practice. Sena didn't do that though, he was the good one, he wasn't supposed to give Hiruma hell to get him to practice.
Of course Hiruma in his pissed off rage was having just a ball snapping the heads off anyone to screw up. Of course he could only 'punish' everyone but Monta. It was hard to slam a football into the fuckin monkey's face when he caught it before it hit. Though he'd given one of the Hah brothers a bloody nose atleast. That made him feel a little better...even if the fuckin manager gave him shit for it. For some odd reason though making her angry made him feel a little better about having a shitty day. If he had to be angry might as well drag everyone down with him.
When the fuckin pipsqueak did manage to drag himself to the clubhouse, he really did look like he'd dragged himself there. Eyes wide, face red and flustered...there were even scratches here and there, probably from Cerberus. He'd come in halfway through the fuckin manager's boring little ramble about what to look out for, bursting in looking like he'd just seen the devil straight out of hell. Fair enough though since the second the door snapped shut there were sounds of snarls, growls, barks, and scratching sounds. Hiruma glanced at his stop watch and pursed his lips. Considering his speed Cerberus should've chased Sena down a lot sooner. Something must've distracted the dog in his hunt. Maybe an unsuspecting picnic or something like that.
There was a long moment of silence, the terrified look on Sena's face as he slowly looked around the room relaxed very slightly. The first sound to break the silence was of course that fuckin monkey.
"Uwahhh!! Sena! Late max!" he cried with a broad grin. That eased the room immidiatly and even Sena laughed lightly and nervously agreed with his best friend. The fuckin Hah brothers wasted no time to eagerly congradulate Sena on his first skipped practice, even if it was unintentional. Though they were probably in awe that Hiruma hadn't found him sooner.
Though they all knew the reason why he was late in a few moments. Ishimaru poked his head through the door after the sounds of Cerberus had faded, a nervous look on his face as he quietly said something to Sena about joining that damned track team. The offer was cut short though by Hiruma firing a few rounds at them both, narrowly missing them. He growled possesively and kicked the door closed. Unfortunately he hadn't managed to get Ishimaru's head...again something that annoyed him greatly. Ah well, there was always next time. He was willing to bet that Ishimaru would try to offer Sena to join the team a few more times atleast. After all, once everyone found out little Sena was Eyeshield 21 the fuckin pipsqueak kept getting chased by other team members, wanting the fast runner on their team. This little fact made Hiruma even more possesive of his ace. Yes. His. No other team could have Sena till Hiruma was done with the team. Maybe if other teams heard about the hell he'd had in the first place getting Sena to join they'd be a little detirred from asking Sena to join them.
Those thoughts set aside he looked back to Sena, angry at first before that horrible scowl turned into an even worse grin that grew from ear to ear. The gears were shifting in his head, his thoughts becoming more and more evil. He cackled as Sena shifted back against the door and quiverred in fear. In all honesty no one could blame him. Who wouldn't cringe in fear of such a horrible cackle? "Ke ke ke...penalty game for practice skippers!" at the mention of such game all three of the Hah brother shivered, making poor Sena dread what this 'game' even more. Just how evil would Hiruma's punishment be? Well the worst part of it was that Sena already had some ideas of such horrors.
Hiruma let the others go early to tell Sena his game, turning his full evils upon the boy. He stared grinning at Sena a while till finally he spoke. "Ahh...Hi-Hiruma-san...?" said the pipsqueak, looking like he was walking on glass as he spoke, but he stopped when Hiruma held up a hand.
"Don't bother with excuses," he said, feeling one was soon coming. He waited till Sena's open mouth snapped shut before he went on. "For the next...week let's say, you'll be doing an hour extra with a new special training after school and you'll be running to and from school, don't forget to use the passing routes, or else." He cackled when he finished, waiting for Sena to question him, but it didn't come so they both left, Hiruma with a smirk and Sena with a rather saddened and frightened look. Just what woes could become of him?
