FASH: Yay! It's almost Christmas! And once Christmas is over I can finally go back to Chapters 'cause there won't be anymore horribly large lineups! Yay!

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The day after he had gone to 'visit' Sena, Mamori seemed surprised to see him in full health, he'd grinned and told her that he'd never gotten sick in his life.

Being kissed by a sickly person may take some people down, but Hiruma was definitely superior to them all, and only he deserved to kiss Sena's lips… Wait, what?

Hiruma narrowed his eyes, there he goes again, thinking of Sena's lips. 'But damn they're soft.' His eyes roamed over the field of his training team members before flicking to Mamori.

Sena was sick and Eyeshield 21 just happened to not be there? How long would it take the girl to figure it out!?

Hiruma chewed his sugar-free gum relentlessly as he typed on his laptop, even though his mind was miles away. He had an image to maintain after all.

'I wonder if the shrimp will be at school tomorrow.' If he was Hiruma was going to force the kuso chibi into having an extra practice session.

Ah, just the two of them, training under the moonlight, well only Sena would be training, he'd just be watching closely, very closely as Sena built up a good sweat.

And then if all things went well, he might just be able to take advantage of their isolation and ask Sena what the hell was going through his mind when he kissed him.

And then ask what it would take to get those thoughts running through Sena's mind again.

Damn, it had to be a crime for Sena to have such soft, inviting lips and making Hiruma go all crazy because of them.

Hiruma glanced at his screen and furrowed his eyebrows at what he read.

Soft soft soft soft nice warm Sena sweet…

Yes, Hiruma nodded to himself as he deleted the irrelevant mass of words, it was definitely a crime. And Sena should be punished for that crime, shouldn't he.

If anyone had glanced in Hiruma's direction at that moment, they surely would have run away as fast as they could, that smirk foretold that soon a great evil deed would be taking place.

Sena did indeed come to school the next day, although he did look rather tired, pale and weak, but Hiruma was going to shown no mercy! He was going to make sure Sena trained until he could hardly move, even if it meant he had to bring out his ultimate weapon, blackmail material.

When the final bell finally rang the blonde had quickly strode to Sena's classroom relived to see that Sena was still there and that the other students were quickly making their way out of the classroom, probably because of his arrival. 'It's not easy being scary.' He thought as he threw a grin over his shoulder at the retreating students, who 'eeped' and ran out the door.

He sauntered up to Sena's where the small boy was very slowly putting his books away. "Oi, kuso chibi, get in your uniform and meet me out on the field in ten minutes." Sena slowly lifted his head to look at him with his large dull eyes. "Hiruma-san, do I really have to train today? The team usually gets today off anyways, and I'm still recovering." Sena whined at him, a rosy flush on his cheeks.

"It's not my fault you got sick and missed two practices, now get your ass in gear or you're going to be sorry."

Sena narrowed his eyes and glared at him and despite the mild joy Hiruma felt knowing that Sena was growing a backbone Sena's defiant attitude was getting on his nerves.

'So blackmail it is.'

"Unless you want the entire school to know you wear heart patterned pajamas, you'd better be on that field in eight minutes." He whipped out the picture he had taken the other day and was pleased to see Sena's flush deepen in colour.

"Really, and I thought that you couldn't have PJs more embarrassing than your video game controller ones, but I guess I was wrong."

Sena's eyes widened. "H-How do you know the pattern of my pajamas? When did you take that picture! Why-" "Why do you have heart pajamas?"

Sena's eyes were glued to his desk and he scuffed his feet on the floor. "They're not hearts, they're sakura petals, and Mamori-neesan got them for me." Hiruma snorted. "It's still pretty girly. You have seven minutes, better hurry up or who knows what'll happen." Hiruma said as he casually walked out of the room, not having to look back to know that Sena was packing up much faster then he had been before.

Six minutes and fifty seven seconds later Sena was on the field and ready to practice.

Damn, Hiruma had wanted him to be late so he could force Sena to stay for practice even longer.

"All right shrimp, you're going to be doing drills until you're so exhausted that I'll have to drag you home." He grinned and chuckled to himself, pleased to see Sena shudder in fear.

"Let's get some records broken! YA-HA!"

Sena had stamina, Sena could handle running at his top speed for quite some time, Sena was used to Hiruma's training methods.

But making him run as fast as he could for two hours straight around the football field was just too much! Every time he slowed down to try and catch his breath a dozen bullets were shot in his direction! And Hiruma just stood in the center of the field, watching him like a hawk.

'Ahhh! I don't wanna run anymore!' He whined to himself as he forced his legs to move, his eyes focusing on the grass ahead of him. 'I think my legs are on fi-' "Ooofff."

He wasn't quite sure what he tripped over, but the ground was far to comfortable to get up from, even though he could hear Hiruma's footsteps coming closer and see the glinting of light from the gun in the corner of his eye.

'I just wanna go to bed!'

"Oi! Get the fuck up." Hiruma's foot was nudging him in the ribs and Sena managed to roll himself over and onto his back, but there was no way he was going to do anymore. Hiruma could drag him home by his hair for all he cared, he wasn't going to move another inch.

Sena was vaguely aware of his helmet being taken off when nothing had a green tinge to it anymore, and he blinked slowly, curiously regarding Hiruma with his wide eyes while taking deep breaths.

Why was Hiruma looking at him so intently anyways?