Hi. It's me again, DirectX07, commonly known online as sekra07. I'm being drawn by Eyeshield 21 and Hiruma Youichi's evil aura.
Sekra07: I hate being side-tracked.
Hiruma: I'm sure you do, fuckin' single-minded bitch.
Sekra07: Oh yeah. Maybe I am.
Hiruma: Glad you admit it.
Sekra07: Now that I'm side-tracked, I'll start my new story.
Hiruma: New story?! Damn, wait. I thought you were making that sob drama story 'Rebirth' for freaky Bleach.
Sekra07 (frowns): Hey! Don't call Bleach freaky! I love that anime!
Hiruma: Yeah. Whatever. And that Encounters for Prince of Tennis and that Slam Dunk vomit, Make Believe.
Sekra07: Shove off. And you forgot to mention my Eyeshield 21 fic, Cut Off My Wings.
Hiruma: What's that?
Sekra07: You mean, you don't know?
Hiruma: How the fuck would I know? And yeah, everyone knows that tennis and basketball are for goddamned gays. American Football is the best!
Sekra07: Shut it. Not everyone shares your twisted opinions.
Hiruma: Coz no one's as smart as I am.
Sekra07 (belches): I'm the AUTHOR here, so shut the hell up and listen.
Hiruma: (chews and pops gum)
Sekra07: I'm making a fic about you.
Hiruma (draws gun): Say that again?
Sekra07: Yeah, about you. And Mamori.
Hiruma (draws another gun): Say that again?
Sekra07 (grins evilly): Kekeke. As if I've never done that before.
Hiruma: You mean the other Cut off my Bla-bla was about me too?! Shit! Why me and the fucking manager?!
Sekra07: Don't know, many say you look cute together. I agree.
Hiruma: Cute, my butt! Stop it before I friggin' blow your puny head off.
Sekra07 (draws own guns and grenades): Make me.
runs
MAMORI'S SECRET
Chapter 1
Clumsy Moment
Now here's something to be busy about, Mamori thought cheerfully.
She pulled out a white notebook from her brown bag and put it nonchalantly on her desk. She was already finished with her English essay and was poking around for something to do. She decided to fill up her trusted journal since she forgot to write in it yesterday.
It was the journal that kept all her secrets.
I have a good feeling about today.
Anezaki Mamori was usually right in these premonitions. When she was in junior high, first day of classes, she had a particularly tingling sensation that it was going to be a great day.
She was right.
She was elected as Class Representative, got the favor of a couple of teachers and met the greatest friends any girl could have. They were Hinamori and Kourin.
And there she met her first and lasting love.
No one would have thought about this. But the class angel and rep was secretly eyeing the last boy she should like.
Hiruma Youichi.
Hiruma Youichi – the class maniac and devil. The one who, even in junior high, carries around real guns and gets away with it.
Hiruma Youichi – the class trickster and wild genius. The strategist who figures out people in his outrageous psychological manners and games, proving to everyone that his maniacal attitude wasn't just for show. The one who, even when asleep or typing away in the laptop, manages grades amazing the teachers, making them ignore his antics since he was already a smart ass in his own right.
Hiruma Youichi – the class monster, bully and intimidator. The one who can threaten even the prime minister into submission with his 'Devil's Handbook' (a guide and background check on every student he's got his interests in). And when you attract his interest, it isn't a good sign. He's going to chase you around with his numerous goons and his super-secret laptop that seems to be the database of all information around the world.
Hiruma Youichi – the rich and bad boy who got all his whims and still doesn't run out of money. Many wanted to be like him and girls admire him. Girls send him fan letters, hoping that they would be the one to leash the devil. He was tempting alright, with his blonde, spiky hair, lean looks and devilish smirks. On top of that, his deep, assessing eyes that seemed to show no emotion and bores down on anyone it lies upon.
Yes, Anezaki Mamori fell in love with Hiruma Youichi since Junior High. And with the stroke of luck, they still entered the same school in high school.
They ignored each other. Hiruma practically hated Mamori for being such a goody two-shoes and Mamori 'showed' everyone she despised Hiruma for his antics.
So, no one would have thought Mamori had these special feelings for Hiruma. No one in the right mind would fall in love with him. Sure, he was gorgeous, A/N: You, gorgeous?! Hiruma: Hey, you said that! Sekra: Oh well. I find you gorgeous. Mamori does too. BANG! Sekra: Alright! Alright! STOP! but he was still terrifying. Girls often stop at admiring him, not totally falling for him.
But, Mamori was always different. She didn't even understand herself when it comes to these matters.
Another stroke of luck this high school? Well, it was bad luck at the first time. Mamori's childhood friend and considered brother, Kobayakawa Sena, enrolled in Deimon High too. And what's worse (or maybe better), he was recruited as the Deimon Devil Bats' American Football Running Back. Yes, Hiruma recruited Sena for his speed.
Sena used his skills honed by running away from bullies to be an American Football star. Well, Mamori thought that Sena was the manager, so she applied too so that Hiruma wouldn't hurt Sena. Mamori really thought Sena was going to be bullied, but her other motive was to know Hiruma better. It wasn't later that she found out that Sena was the infamous Eyeshield 21, the most coveted running back this year and the fastest. Of course, it was Hiruma who put Sena under the secret identity thing.
"What now?" Mamori murmured. True, she was closer to Hiruma than ever before, but still, they apparently despised each other. Many saw them as two bombs about to explode at any second, each provoking the other so much that they would almost reach their breaking points.
She looked at Hiruma, who was sitting two desks to her left. He was near the window with his legs propped up against the table, his chair tilted, and his hands furiously typing away on his laptop. Hiruma had already finished his essay too and the teacher seemed to shiver as he read through it but paid no more attention, for fear that he might be gunned down before he could reach tomorrow.
Mamori looked at Hiruma with clouded eyes. He really looks handsome when he's serious, she thought. His hair was blowing softly because of the partially-opened windows and the way his mouth moved while chewing his sugarless gum was…
"Mamori-chan?" a voice rang out.
It was the teacher.
"Hai, Eiji-sensei?" she said.
Mamori briefly felt Hiruma's sharp gaze on her. She looked at him and frowned when the blonde boy looked away, resuming his typing.
"Since you're already finished, you may go out now," the teacher said.
"Can I go out too?" Hiruma said, feigning a 'poor me' face.
Mamori almost laughed, but suppressed it by looking at the teacher with interest.
The teacher seemed to be alarmed and nodded a response. Mamori stood up, thanked the trembling mentor and left, a sulking Hiruma after her.
"Hey, damn manager," Hiruma said from behind. "The club room's dirty."
"I know," Mamori replied coldly. "That's why I'm going there."
"Good."
Hiruma turned left and proceeded on another direction. Mamori stared after him.
She hates it when he calls her damn or fucking manager. He seemed so uncaring. Then again, this was Hiruma she was thinking about.
She proceeded to the clubhouse and cleaned it religiously. As the manager, it was one of her duties. Not that she cared. She wanted everything in the proper place. And she wanted her team to work in a clean environment. She didn't want them catching some disease because of dirt.
She took out the contents of her bag and tried to finish her assignments since she finished class early. She bit into her cream puff and smiled. Hiruma hated sweets.
She packed up her things as the other boys arrived for afternoon practice.
"Hi, Mamori-neechan," Suzuna said from the door.
"Hi, Suzuna-chan."
"Come on, practice is starting," the younger girl said.
"Hai."
Mamori went outside with the bubbly Suzuna and observed the Devil Bats' practice. The three Ha-ha brothers were pushing an enormous boulder.
Now where did Hiruma-kun get that? Mamori thought, alarmed.
"You-nii had that delivered by a helicopter a little while ago," Suzuna said, as if reading Mamori's thoughts.
Mamori laughed at this as she watched Monta and Sena being chased by Cerberos. Hiruma was launching rocks at Monta for the younger boy to catch while running for his life.
"RUN FASTER!" Hiruma yelled, cackling as bullets fired from his machine gun. "You damn shrimps should do better than looking like fucking cowards!"
Mamori frowned. Hiruma was the best procrastinator alright.
The day went by with the usual routine. After that everyone went home.
Hiruma stayed, as usual, trying to figure out new strategies for their upcoming games. He went lazily inside the clubhouse and cursed as he stepped on something.
He looked down and his thin lips formed a frown.
A white notebook.
It was the spitting image of his Devil's Handbook, although his was pure black and the one he was stepping on was pure white.
"What the fuck is this?" he muttered, bending and picking the thing up.
He opened it and scanned the first page.
The Devil's Guidebook?
What in hell is this all about?!
My second ES21 fic. The idea just struck me yesterday and I had to write it, despite Hiruma's obvious objection.
If you like it, review. If you don't, review anyway.
:)