A/N Hey! I'm back sorry for the long wait, please forgive me? I hope you like this chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not in fact own Eyeshield 21. I can barely draw stick figures much less manga. I also am not making any money off this (if I was I'd probably be updating a lot faster XP)

Whelp, on to the story hope you enjoy! :33

Edit: Err Sorry? I think this one is shorter than the last chapter? Maybe not. Would anyone like me to make the chapters longer or keep separating them into shorter chapter? I can't guarantee either one will make me update faster but I just wanna know your preference.


Chapter 2: Decisions

Sena looks at the blond demon supporting him as if he were crazy, briefly wondering if he heard correctly.

"Slave?" the boy's meek voice repeats the much taller teen's exclamation.

"Yeah, slave, are you fucking deaf?" The brunette involuntarily flinches at the harshness of Hiruma's tone, not wanting to piss off the demon and risk getting shot at or whipped again. The young teen shudders at the thought of being forced to endure that agony once more.

"W-what w-would I h-have to d-d-do?" the boy wondered aloud his mind flashing to various things, none of them pleasant.

"Whatever I say." the blond answers simply.

Sena relaxes slightly at the response. He's used to being a gopher and having to cater to the bullies in his school so it's no wonder that this year won't be any different. Though maybe a 'slave' is different? How, the high school student isn't sure, but he can always wing it with his experience and skills. He just has to keep from angering the emerald eyed teen too much. Besides, he's sure he'll learn along the way. Maybe Hiruma is going to teach him how? Or at least what exactly is expected of Sena as his slave. Anyway, Sena would rather be a slave than die at the hands of this maniac. What would his parents think, or Mamori for that matter? They would be devastated and no matter what torture he suffers at the hands of this mysterious teen, he wouldn't want them to suffer on his behalf, especially if he can avoid such a fate by doing whatever the psychopath says. Hardening his resolve, Sena says the four words he might come to regret.

"Okay, I'll do it."

The grin that forms on the demon's face after Sena's decision is absolutely predatory.

"Glad you see it my way, shrimp. Now then, c'mon I'll have to treat those wounds, I can't have it get infected. You'd be useless to me dead" Hiruma suddenly bursts out as he drags Sena over to a table in the middle of the dungeon-like room.

It was then that the horrible pain in his back decides to make itself known. The newly appointed slave's 'master's' question had thrown him off so much that he had momentarily forgotten all about it but now that it's back he is glad that Hiruma has taken to dragging him around since he probably would collapse without the support. A small squeak escapes the boy-turned-slave when the blond suddenly lifts him up and places him on his stomach on a stainless steel medical table that before looked as if it had no purpose other than to just sit there for added effect. All four legs of the table are, curiously enough, bolted to the floor. Sena notes with mute horror that there are straps on the front, middle and end of the table that could be used to tie someone down. Fortunately, Hiruma ignores those in favor of walking towards something out of Sena's range of vision; though he can hear him rummaging around.

When the teen walks back, Sena is able to see what he had fetched when the brunet turns his head to the right. Relief washes over the boy as his eyes take in the first aid kit in the other teen's hands, his body relaxing even though he wasn't aware that he had tensed up in the first place.

Seeing those straps as well as his earlier thoughts of his parents brings a question to Sena's mind that burns a hole through his skull. He wants to ask so badly but he's afraid of the answer and what it would mean for his future.


Hiruma walks back over to the shrimp spread out on the table, carrying a first aid kit in his hands to treat the kid's wounds. He really can't help the smirk that lights up his face at the terrified expression in those big brown eyes that soon emanates relief when the kid sees what Hiruma is actually carrying. The table that Sena happens to be lying on had been there mostly for show considering he hasn't needed it up until now. The black clad teen tries to remember why he had gotten it in the first place but shrugs to himself when he can't remember, not really caring as it now has a use for him that probably wasn't intended for it. The blond quarterback takes a moment to admire his work before setting up the necessary equipment he will need.


"Alright, that should do it for now just remember to change the fucking bandages every day and apply this so it doesn't get infected. Got that fucking shrimp?" Hiruma questions the kid once he's done treating Sena's wounds, holding out a bottle of what looks like lotion to the smaller teen. He has no idea what it is or what it's supposed to do but he grabs it without question anyway.

"Y-yes I understand. Th-thank you" the brunette replies hesitantly, not really sure what he's supposed to say.

"Oh, and another thing, I want you to start calling me 'Master' from here on out." Hiruma demands

Sena gives the teen a surprised look before nodding quickly, having suspected something like that might be required because of the whole 'slave' thing. The question he had thought of earlier flits back into his mind as Hiruma helps him down from the table, making extra sure not to jostle his wounds too much. Hiruma must have seen the look on the boy's face because he sighs through his nose before asking what's on his mind, though he doesn't say it quite so nicely. Startled, the teen looks up as his 'Master', debating whether or not he should ask and what would happen if he did.

"Just spit it out fucking shrimp" The blond teen growls impatiently

"O-oh! Um, w-well I-I w-was wondering i-i-if-"

"Stop fucking stuttering and get to the point" Hiruma interrupts before he starts shooting things out of frustration.

"S-sorry" Sena squeals before taking a moment to calm himself down "I was wondering if I am allowed to go home." He finally manages to get out stutter free, glancing nervously up at Hiruma.

The blond studies the boy before him for a moment, making said boy squirm in anticipation of the dreaded answer. Sena's afraid that Hiruma would keep him here, never letting him return home to his family.

"Tch, of course you can return home fucking moron why the hell wouldn't you?"

Biting his lip, Sena looks down and nods his head as relief once again washes over him. It seems all he was doing was getting himself worked up over nothing after all.

"Actually, it would be good for you to stay here for the night. It's later than I thought." The demon says, idly looking at the time on his phone. "Of course, I've already contacted your parents to let them know where you are but you are to call them again to tell them we lost track of time and you'll be staying here for the night. I told them we met today and you decided to come over to my place to hang out when school ended." Sena is promptly informed by the demon of Deimon High.

It took a moment for the brown haired teen to process what the other boy had said before his mouth opens in shock

"Y-y-you called my parents? When? How did you get my number? What did they say? Were they suspicious at all?" a flurry of questions leaves Sena's mouth before he can stop them.

All Hiruma replies with is a menacing chuckle that does nothing to reassure the scared boy in front of him.

"Never mind that fucking shrimp, follow me I'll show you to the guest room where you'll be staying tonight."


A/N Ugh I'm sorry if that bored you but I have to set the tone for the story and all so bear with me as we get past the boring introductory chapters. Well, I hope you liked it anyway please review and tell me what you think or if you spotted any mistakes that I missed.

Love you all! –MBL

Edit: Has anyone read these edits yet? Well I guess I'll find out when you review, if anyone reviews. Do I need more dialogue? Eh, I don't know, I'm working on it.