Disclaimer : I DO NOT own Eyeshield 21.
It was almost a year and half since Mamori made that vow, but her chances never come. Deimon High was completely under Hiruma's dictator rule. No one dared to talk back against Hiruma again after their sweet disciplinary committee officer has been sealed shut by the devil. And when they saw her cleaning the Amefuto clubhouse and did other jobs under the demon's command; the little light of hope vanished.
"YA-HA! Stop slacking off and run faster, fucking shrimps!" that vicious yell was followed by many gunshots (and a bazooka explosion) fired to air...or to someone.
"HIIIEEE!"
"We're sorry, MAX!"
"Hiruma-kun! Stop shooting at them!" Mamori shouted to the field, only to receive a demonic cackle as the answer. She leaned her head against her broomstick and let out a heavy sigh.
"Just ignore him. It's just a waste of energy," Musashi smiled to the girl, wiping his sweaty brow with the back of his hand.
"A try does not hurt," she pouted at the blond demon's lanky figure. "Though I once thought he will be nicer when you came back...," she added, completely frustrated. "He did act a little bit nice after your return in the game against Seibu up until our recent game against Bando anyway..."
"Isn't this the way Hiruma-kun usually act? Couldn't we just say he is back to normal?" Yukimitsu, who've been working silently inside the clubhouse, cautiously asked.
"Not really. He has been more violent these few days," Mamori let out another sigh.
As if to emphasize her remark, a loud explosion and comical flying figure in Amefuto jerseys came from the field. It then was followed by a few bazooka shots, some other huge explosions and lastly a continuous stream of bullets fired to the air, barely missed the flying players.
Wrinkling her forehead, Mamori said in sarcastic tone; "Since when Hiruma-kun uses all of his babies all at once?"
"Well...Maybe he's stressed about the Kantou Tournament. There are a lot of strong teams out there, right?" Yukimitsu laughed—the laughter came out shaky with nervousness. The thought of Hiruma being stress was new to him.
"More like a girl in PMS if you ask me," Doburoku interjected while drinking his sake. "And trust me, kids; I've seen a lot of these symptoms back when I was younger. Snapping at small things, mood swings and the horrible tendency to be scarier than we could ever imagine. All the same like the girls I've encountered," he said seriously, wiping his mouth.
At this point, Musashi grinned a wide grin that somehow similar to Hiruma's.
"Then I guess we're lucky that Hiruma-kun is a male," Yukimitsu smiled sheepishly and scratched his head.
Doburoku nodded and drinks his sake again. "Girls sure are scary when that time of month come. Even Mamori-chan could be terrifying at that certain time of the month," he remarked, smirking to the blushing Mamori.
Then, Musashi suddenly exploded to a fit of laughter, earning him a bewildered look from others.
"What is so funny, Musashi-kun?" Mamori asked sternly, thinking that he's laughing at her since she's the only girl there (Suzuna was off somewhere right after she arrived—positively on Hiruma's mischievous errand).
To no avail, the kicker only laughed louder.
A vein popped on Mamori's forehead as Musashi's laugh become more and more uncontrollable. "Musashi-kun! Stop laughing and tell us the joke!" she said, annoyed.
Though the bulky kicker has stopped laughing, the wide grin was still plastered on his face. "Let's just say; truth is always stranger than what we see," he said mysteriously before a sharp yell come from the field.
"What the hell are you doing there, fucking old man? Come back to practice!"
Shaking his head of slowly, Musashi jogged back to the field to practice like the rest of the team.
His departure left Mamori, Yukimitsu and Doburoku staring at each other, silently pondering on the hidden meaning of the kicker's words. After a few moments, they decided to drop the matter and went with their respective work. Doburoku walked to the exhausted linemen while Yukimitsu drowned himself in organizing strategies and sorting out their opponents' information. Mamori finished sweeping the front of the club house and walked inside to get the team's snack. They had been practicing for almost four hours now. Leaving a pack of the food to Yukimitsu, she walked to the field. Her mind was completely engulfed with Musashi's strange words.
Truth is always stranger than what we see...
What did he actually mean?
Mou! I don't get it at all!
Sighing, she let her thoughts roamed to the possibilities, barely noticing a knowing smirk on the kicker's face.
Not even once she thought that her vow for revenge will be fulfilled later that day.
==========YAHA!===DEVIL BATS!===YAHA!==========
It was raining heavily. The exhausted Devil Bats players slowly walked home, obviously grateful to the sudden appearance of a box of umbrellas in the clubhouse. The team could guess well who was the person that put the umbrella there. Who else could make something suddenly appeared out of nowhere? Sena chuckled when he glanced up to his umbrella, and saw the big number 21, the team mascot's grin and his nickname 'fucking shrimp' on it. Maybe Hiruma-san was not so cruel anyway.
"Would you like to walk home with us, Mamo-nee?" he asked his god sister with a very hopeful Monta beside him.
"I have something to do. See you tomorrow, Sena! Monta! And be careful!" Mamori waved to them cheerfully as the boys walked away.
Smiling softly at how dependable Sena was recently, she closed the door and went to check the equipments. Slightly frowning at the lack of training equipments in the club's store, she grabbed the last umbrella in the box (grunting at the words 'fucking manager' and 'creampuff monster' written on it) and walked back to the field to retrieve the items. Mamori made a mental note to never leave cleaning things up to Hiruma again. He was nowhere to be seen right after the practice ends, leaving her to clean the field alone.
With a few muddy equipments in her arms, she rushed back to the clubhouse as the rain become unbearable for her umbrella to protect her. She stopped in front of the clubhouse, ready to open the closed door when she heard a sarcastic mutter and pained groan.
"Fucking bloody joy…Couldn't this thing become fucking worse?"
Eh?Who is that? Mamori's forehead creased upon hearing the unfamiliar female voice. Then, a thought clicked into her mind. Did Hiruma brings girls to the clubhouse? Oh, that devil!
"Hiruma!" she yelled as she practically kicked the door open, ready to face and scold the devil if he did something improper inside the clubhouse.
The sight that greeted her eyes made her jaw gaped open in disbelief. She stood there, frozen as she stared at the person in front of her.
A few silent minutes later...
"Quit the staring, damn manager...,"Hiruma muttered through gritted teeth, eyes closed as if it was any help to drive the stabbing pain in his stomach away.
Mamori opened her mouth several times, trying to find some words to speak but to no avail, she maintained speechless. Wordlessly, she closed the door, dropping the muddy equipments on the floor and knelt in front of the blond demon. After she finally got out from the dumbfounded stupor, Anezaki Mamori quirked a sly smirk. Her fingers trailed softly but full of unspoken threats down the blonde's cheekbone. Her smirk widened to a grin that matched Hiruma's demonic one.
"Hiruma...You're actually a girl?"
==========YAHA!===DEVIL BATS!===YAHA!==========
Hiruma kept a really big secret.
A really huge secret that only Musashi and Kurita knew.
Fact : Hiruma Youichi is a girl.
Or a female in another term.
She has been keeping this secret since she's around five. Other kids have misguided views of her as a boy rather than a girl—her demonic demeanour and lean figure supported their opinion perfectly. And the fact that her father was dying for another son and named her with a male name was really helpful for the girl in keeping her gender a secret while terrorizing people in the town using the identity of demonic boy from hell.
Even Musashi and Kurita knew this by accident. The fucking fatty had broken through the changing room she was using with the fucking old man was right on Kurita's heels in a half-assed attempted to restrain the gentle giant's excitement over the new equipment that she blackmailed the principal to order. They busted the door open, expecting to see nothing out-of-ordinary, only to witness Hiruma in all of her semi-nakedness glory—which was the little sports bra to support what meager size of breasts she had and the equally unflattering sports tights—thus discovering her true gender. That has caused an uncomfortable twist in their friendship. Musashi and Kurita seemed to be less serious with her (which irritated her much) when they practiced tackling in the field.
That was one of the reasons why she didn't reveal her true gender.
The terrifying charm of Hiruma Youichi—the evil commander from hell—will gone.
Though after so much discussions (along with several gunshots and Musashi's curses for Hiruma's choice of targets), Hiruma managed to convince her two best friends to treat her like they used to and not like a petite helpless girl. Musashi was more than willing to agree after a few of the demon's rubber bullets hit him hard on a place that caused him to both curse and groan in pain. Kurita on the other hand, simply agreed when Hiruma used the last desperate technique she knew—the puppy eyes technique. Couldn't blame Kurita though; who have ever thought the person called demonic commander from hell could make such sad, innocent and literally pleading big puppy eyes?
Therefore, the problem was solved and they were back to the normal state.
Until one day, on her first year in high school, Hiruma noticed a change in her body. She knew that if compared to other girls of her age, her figure was just like a kid. Possibly a kid who get too much calcium and shot right up like a tower and forgot to develop the rest of her female charms. She liked that fact. The fact that her hormones kicked in really slow and allowed her to act like the demonic boy everyone feared.
However, when the hormones finally kicked in, it gave trouble to her. First of all, she didn't know how big her breasts were going to grow and how she was going to hide it. She has made do with her sports bra all these years—so fucking happy for being a flat-chested girl—but when they started to fill in, she was pissed off. Binding it was not a healthy option and she was NOT going to reveal her true gender to the public. It will ruin her years of building the image of the devil boy from hell. Luckily, she managed to hide everything as her breasts thankfully stopped growing and their size went unnoticeable under her bulky clothes.
One problem down, but another one came.
In between the Fall Tokyo Tournament and the Kantou Tournament, Hiruma had to face another challenge of being a girl. She has woken up one day sometime after Tokyo Tournament ended, smiling at the thoughts that her team was on it's complete roster now before she rolled out of her bed. Then, a stabbing pain hit her stomach, causing her to collapse onto the floor. Clutching her stomach tightly, she cursed all the way as she tried to stand up. And that was when she noticed the darker shade of red on her bright red sheets and blanket.
O'oh. Her first menstruation just started.
Way too late if compared to other girls but it was the solid proof that she was a true girl. It was a good thing that she and the fucking cheerleader were on a good term. She didn't know what to do; her mother was long separated from her life since her parents' divorce (and plus Kaa-chan's heavy workloads? Hiruma will never burden her mother for this kind of things). The fucking manager was not really an option she wanted to consider. She knew that Anezaki Mamori was holding a grudge on her since their first encounter and her blackmailing on the auburn-haired girl only adding the petroleum to fire. Therefore, Suzuna-chan was her only option left.
Though she was a bit irritated with that annoying-ball-of-energy-on-skates, Hiruma was really grateful with the cheerleader's helps and advices. She even allowed the younger girl to call her You-nee whenever no one was around. Thus, the fucking cheerleader was busy skating around these few days, helping her to restock her wardrobe and medicine cabinet for anything that a girl might need. Hiruma was relieved with Suzuna's contributing help but couldn't stop herself from torturing the team more just because everything they did seemed wrong in her eyes.
Which then resulting them a really exhausted body today.
And she, being the typical Hiruma Youichi everyone knew, ignored her own exhausted body and the stabbing pain of her period cramp. Her strong façade held on until the practice ended but after that, she has to quickly leave as the pain started to grow unbearable. She huddled silently at an isolated corner in their now huge shower room, gritting her teeth and wished that everyone left quickly so that she will be alone. As soon as she heard the last footsteps walked out from the clubhouse, Hiruma quickly stripped her clothing and wrapped her body in a towel. Giving a brief look on her figure, she made a mental note to buy some bigger clothes.
"Ouch!" Hiruma growled deeply when another pain seared through her lower abdomen.
Suzuna did warn her about how painful period cramp could be.
Deciding to no longer endure the pain, she walked slowly to the main room of the clubhouse; trying to search for painkillers in anywhere the fucking manager might put it. After a few minutes searching and not finding the painkillers, she slumped against the cold cabinet. Her knees were tucked tightly to her chest and she rested her head on her knees. The pain didn' get any worse or better so she decided to stay like that until things felt better. She will make sure that the fucking manager will rearrange everything for easier searching tomorrow.
"Fucking bloody joy…Couldn't this thing become fucking worse?"she muttered sarcastically to herself in her original feminine voice and groaned slowly as another pain hit her.
Then, the door was kicked open—Anezaki Mamori was yelling her name loudly as the door slammed against the wall, the hinges protesting to the force.
Oh, fuck. It could get worse.
Both of them were dumbfounded. Mamori was staring up and down at the blonde's almost naked body, obviously speechless when noticing the curvy shape of Hiruma, specifically on the chest area. Hiruma, on the other hand, was slightly self-concious with the way Mamori was staring at her. Growing up with a bunch of insanely attached brothers, she has no issue showing her body to males; but girls were another story as they made her felt self-conscious and judged.
"Quit the staring, damn manager...,"Hiruma muttered through her gritted teeth. Her eyes were tightly closed as if to chase the pain away.
Eyes still closed, Hiruma waited for Mamori to break the silence. She heard the door being closed; good thing for that. She was freezing here. A sound of something dropped on the floor and suddenly she felt delicate fingers touched her face. Her emerald orbs shot open, staring cautiously at Mamori's sly smirk as the auburn-haired girl's fingers trailed softly from the corner of her left eye down her cheekbone.
Somehow, Hiruma didn't like the way the other girl smirk.
Anezaki Mamori was planning something.
And Hiruma was positively sure that whatever the manager was planning were going to be bad for her.
Mamori's almost demonic grin sent a shiver down the blonde's spine. She knew that the fucking manager already get a hold on her secret. She also knew that the other girl will use the fact that she wanted to keep her gender a secret as a blackmail material.
Hiruma mentally snorted. How ironic.
"Hiruma...You're actually a girl?"
A question asked oh so damn casually but with an obvious hint of threatening tone in it.
Oh, sweet devil. I'm fucking screwed.
Author's note: How was it? I know it's not good enough but I really need your help for improvement! Reviews are most welcomed and so are critics! (^_^) I accept everything; good or bad, nice or harsh, all of them are welcomed! Just tell me what's your opinion about this fic and I'll try to improve it! (Pardon me for the bad grammar though; me and grammar just loath each other. Besides, English is NOT my native language but I'll try to fix it. )
Anyway…Can you please help the beginner?
Since I couldn't decide which pairings I want to do, your votes are most welcomed!
Kid X FemHiruma
Takami X FemHiruma
Marco X FemHiruma
Unsui X FemHiruma
Akaba X FemHiruma
Err…Agon X FemHiruma? (Sorry to Agon fans but I just didn't fancy this dreadlocks guy much… *sweatdropped*)
I think that's all! Hey, as the author, I can vote right? I vote for Kid and Takami!
Hiruma: Two at once?! I'm not a whore dammit!
Me: But I think both of them are suitable for you! *pleading eyes—please don't kill me!*
Hiruma: *grins evilly* Now you're fucking DEAD damn author! *takes out bazookas and guns*
Me: Please vote before he (or she?) kills me!
Hiruma: DIE! *shoot everything at once*