Title: Coffee to Go
Author: ShadowDemon-Gengar
Character Pairings: Hiruma/Mamori/Musashi
Genre: Romance/Drama/Humor
Rating: T
Warnings: Hiruma's Infamous Vulgarity
Disclaimers: I own nothing Eyeshield 21 and I don't own these themes.
Summary: 100 themes on the Hiruma/Mamori/Musashi triangle for the livejournal community dedicated to it, "coffee for 3".

Recommendation(s): Keep story's width at "3/4"; adjustment settings are at the top-right corner of the site, where the different font styles and sizes are located. "3/4" is the original width that this story was written in.

Author's Note: Don't like this one too much. Something about it makes Mamori very OOC, but I can't, for the freakin' life of me, figure out what it is. Maybe I need more detail or something on her thoughts and emotions. Feel free to give me your thoughts. Also, I know it's coming off a little slow and the time frame is probably confusing, but I promise things will start moving and questions will be answered within the next or so themes. :]

Theme XII: Insanity

They were gawking at her like she had just morphed into a fluorescent pink bunny.

Earlier, when she had slammed open the door, more to steel her frantic nerves rather than announcing her arrival, she found them sitting at either end of the roulette table, calmly drinking from their mugs of steaming coffee, one reading from a newspaper; the other, the recent issue of Football Weekly.

"I want you both as boyfriends."

The words had flown right out of her mouth before she could stop them, her rush to just speak her thoughts before her conscience decided silence her; to put a halt on such a totally outrageousness situation from happening.

But now, as they stared at her, blinking owlishly, she wasn't too sure she had thought it out as thoroughly as she probably should have.

She caught her lower lip between her teeth, watching worriedly when the former quarterback and carpenter glanced at each other, and then back at her.

"Is this some sort of fucking joke?" Hiruma slowly inquired, arching a delicately-shaped eyebrow as he absently tossed his magazine down onto the table, the look in his sharp, emerald-green eyes a bit cold and cruel.

She wanted to flinch, but instead she titled her chin up stubbornly, her shoulders tensing as she matched his glare with her own. "No, I'm not joking, Hiruma-kun."

"You can't be serious," Musashi continued, backing up Hiruma's similar disbelief, his mouth set into a hard line within the circling shadow of his black stubble, his dark brown eyes expressing something almost . . . harsh.

The quiet reprimanding tone she heard in his deep voice made her blush hotly, suddenly feeling furious with him, scolding her like she was a child.

She glared angrily at him as her hands curled into fists, her voice like a snap of a whip. "Of course I'm serious!"

"Kekeke! Who'd have thought that fucking Miss Goody-Goody believed in polygamy?"

She had to restrain herself from smacking the cackling blond against the back of his head. She could feel her eyes stinging and she looked down to stare at her shoes, her control on her resolve cracking like thin, fragile china.

She should have known better, bringing such an outlandish idea to them; should have known that a thorough mocking was going to be order because of it.

". . . Why?"

She glanced back up, her eyes immediately locking with the soulful dark ones that were studying her quietly. Even Hiruma had quieted down, sliding her glance.

She absently moistened her lip, her gaze flicking back and forth between the brown and green ones.

"I . . ." She paused, heat rising into her cheeks again, this time from her previous, selfish thoughts rather than from humiliation. How should she answer such a loaded question? Should she tell them the complete truth? That she couldn't be with just one? That she would, she knew, just end up in the future leaving whoever she choose due to the neglected needs only the other could satisfy? That both were lacking what the other possessed?

She opened her mouth, her words formed neatly and sitting on the tip of her tongue, ready to be spoken . . . when, at the last second, another thought forced itself to the front just as her voice rose up.

"Why do . . . why do you want to be with me? What makes . . . what makes me so special that you two would . . . would –"

She choked on her last words, hot tears building up in her eyes. '– would want to throw away such a wonderful friendship just to be with someone who shouldn't be anywhere near as important . . . ?'