Inu: I love Eyeshield 21, and while I really wanted to write a HiruSena fic, I just love Riku too much to ignore him. Besides, this way Sena doesn't feel bad about being too short for his lover to kiss properly.

A/N: This fic takes place after Eyeshield 21 ends--much later. If you haven't seen the ending, either read the manga or don't read this fic. There may be spoilers laced in here.

Warnings: Shounen ai, cursing (a LOT of it), and spoilers.


"TOUCHDOWN!"

Sena sighed, pulling off his helmet. He stood at Saikyoudai's end zone, staring at the scoreboard. The score couldn't be right though...

Enma: 44

Saikyoudai: 42

Hiruma, clad in Saikyoudai University's football uniform, strut over to him, placing a hand lightly on his shoulder, a piece of sugarless gum in his mouth.

"Good work, fucking chibi. You beat me." (1)

Sena looked up at his old quarterback--the demon that forced him into this world he now loved--and let the tears simply leak out of his eyes.

"Hi-Hiruma-san," he muttered, ignoring the sporadic cheers of the stadium.

Hiruma looked down at him, giving him a trademark grin, and patted his back reassuringly.

"You won the Rice Bowl, with your own strength."

Sena wiped the tears away and smiled up at him.

"Maybe I was around you too long. I think I got used to your trick plays."

Hiruma nodded absentmindedly, "I'm sure you can surpass fucking Panther like this. You'll definitely go to the pros now, like him."

Sena nodded, looking up at the goal posts, a determined look in his eyes.

"Yes. I will definitely catch up to him."

Hiruma chuckled lowly, "Fucking chibi, you already did."

Sena looked up at the devil-like man, who was looking out into the audience. He followed his line of sight, and gasped. In the audience were scouters from pro teams, all looking approvingly upon Sena. Sena smiled hopefully, wishing that he did indeed finally have the chance to catch up to Panther--and beat him.

Suddenly, Hiruma cackled evilly. Sena looked up at him inquiringly.

"Hiruma-san? Why are you laughing?" Sena asked, no longer scared by Hiruma's laughing fits. He blushed brightly, though, when Hiruma suddenly drew Sena closer to him, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders casually.

"Hi-Hiruma-san?"

"Someone is staring at me from somewhere with murderous intent! And it just intensified!" he cackled knowingly.

Sena just looked up at him, confused, but shrugged and allowed his old captain to hold him. He simply wished that he and the old Devil Bats Team could all go together into the pros. He wanted nothing more than to be together with all of them, and his new teammates in Enma University as well. Sena smiled lightly to himself. What a dream team, he thought, to have everyone from Enma and everyone who was in Deimon all in one team. I'm sure we'd beat even the Super Bowl!

Elsewhere, amongst the cheering Enma team, the team's other running back stood still, staring at Hiruma and Sena. He removed his helmet, revealing a shock of white hair and sharp eyes, focused entirely on the arm that was around Sena. His jagged eyes narrowed into slits, glaring heatedly at Hiruma's arm. That should have been his arm, but unfortunately, Mamori had hunted him down to congratulate him and slow him down--undoubtedly one of Hiruma's ploys to have Sena all to himself.

Riku growled to himself, eye twitching from the force of his glare.

"Sena," he whispered, an angrily determined glint in his eye, "You will be mine."


Sena's body was suddenly very confused. It wanted to sneeze, but it also felt very disturbed, and wanted to send a shiver down his spine. It opted to try both at the same time.

"Achoowaaah!"

Hiruma looked down at Sena. "The hell was that, fucking chibi?"

"We-well, I had to sneeze, and at the same time, I felt a shiver down my spine..."

Hiruma just started cackling again.


(1) I was going to type out "fucking pipsqueak," but that's so annoying, and "chibi" is so conviently short. So, even though I like to avoid Japanese in my fics, I decided to use "chibi." Also, he orginally said "Sena," but that was too out of character.