The Demon's Source of Strength.
This story does not center around the OC, it centers around Hiruma, however that being said, at times Alexia will be taking the spotlight. I do not own Eyeshield 21 or any of the associated characters. Only Alexia is mine!
Important Notes:
When the characters are talking, if I use italics, they are speaking in English, where as normally they are speaking in Japanese. When words are bold it's for emphasis.
If it's outside of talking, I may use either italics or bold to highlight a point, or to set aside a sentence as a thought.
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Chapter Three
Hiruma raised an eyebrow at the unexpected arrival, thankful that he had stowed away his gun in time. No need to overexcite her, not when her medicine was still in his bag, which was still halfway full with ammo.. "What are you doing is the better question, Alexia. It's allergy season and you're out of medi-"
Alexia shushed him, smiling wanly as she held up a small bag. He identified that it was from the corner store, meaning she hadn't gone far, but still.. "You worry to much, I just needed to get a few things for dinner."
He sighed and shook his head, rolling his eyes as he grabbed the bag from her. As he glanced in it, he felt his guilt grow, she'd asked if he could pick these things up a week ago..
"Gomen, 'Lexi.." He muttered, frown deepening as he slung the bag over his shoulder.
"I-It's fin-" She found her attempt at speaking Japanese cut off as a small brown haired boy shot between them, startling and knocking her over as Cerberus chased him. She stared after him in shock before the dust that coated her entered her nose and eyes. It forced them shut, causing her to sneeze and cough.
It also caused Hiruma's eyes to glow in a way that forced the rest of the group out of hiding. They were in trouble..
"PIPSQUEAK!" Sena froze, turning slowly and staring at the owner of the hell-hound that had been chasing him. "All of you little creeps, up front. Here. Now."
It seemed not even Cerberus was immune to that command, as the guilty Devil Bats lined up in front of their fuming captain to face his wrath for the second time that day, a small sneeze interrupted their process.
The brown-haired woman that Sena had knocked over was standing now, but she still had dust and dirt on her. Her facial expression reflected more misery than annoyance, however, as she stumbled over to Hiruma, speaking again in rapid English. "Invite them home for dinner or something, I want to meet your friends, but I need to clean off my face and calm down.."
"But I- you-.."
"Please, Yoichi?" She smiled and rubbed at her reddening eyes, causing him to sigh and nod. She walked off shortly after that, taking the plastic bag and Cerberus with her.
The others found themselves relaxing slightly, it had been well over five minutes since she'd fallen and he wasn't yelling yet. However, Sena still found himself biting his thumbnail as Hiruma watched this 'Lexi' leave, why did it feel like the calm before the storm..?
As soon as she was out of earshot, however, the snarling, malevolent Hiruma returned, full force and then some. "What the fuck are you doing following me? Huh?"
There was a round of stuttering and apologies from different sources that he couldn't identify. He simply put up his had after a moment and pointed to Mamori. "Who's idea was all of this, damn manager?"
She pursed her lips at the name and hesitated, before blurting out, in the name of self-preservation. "Monta-kun's!"
"One hundred and fifty laps, and you'll be staying after for an hour for a week. That goes for you as well, you damn chibi.." Hiruma rattled off, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "Kuso.. You damn idiots..! Now she wants to meet you all.."
There was a weighted pause as he glared at Sena, as if to say 'this is all your fault'. During this, no one really wanted to respond.
That was, no one had the guts to, except for Ishimaru, apparently.. "Ano.. Why is that such a bad thing, Hiruma-san?"
Hiruma's deadly gaze snapped to Ishimaru and he sneered, causing the track star to cower as his fangs almost dripping poison as he spoke. "She's fragile. I don't trust you idiots not to upset her health."
"Huh?"
"Hah?"
"Huh?"
Mamori smiled, almost a bit too sweetly, and responded for the rest of them. "Hiruma, that sounds like a challenge."
["Kuri, Yoichi is finally bringing his other friends over, can you come for dinner? Please!" Sent to the 'Big Buddy!' at 6:20 p.m.]
["You mean the team!? Of course, I'll be there soon!" Received from the 'Big Buddy!' at 6:23 p.m.]
["Oh and I have Hiruma's favorite ice-cream! I'll bring it!" Received from the 'Big Buddy!' at 6:24 p.m.]
"Oi, 'Lexi..!" Hiruma called, smelling food being cooked the moment he took off his shoes and stepped into the hallway. He muttered as curse and stomped past the doors leading to their bedrooms, ignoring the murmurs of the team as he rushed to the kitchen to check on her. "I told you to rest!"
He frowned as a spoon came soaring at him, only to have it caught by the stupid monkey. "Catch max!"
"Oh!" The brown-haired girl finally turned to face them, a large smile on her flushed face. "Ev-Everyone came..! I am glad!"
Hiruma continued to frown, leaving everyone in the cramped space of the kitchen for a moment to go and put his things away. He sighed as he walked back to his room and slammed the door, plopping down on the bed. He needed to change his clothes..
What I need to do is fish out her medication.. From this shit filled bag..
"My name is Monta MAX!" The small boy exclaimed, latching onto the hand that she offered and not letting go as he shook it vigorously. She had a sneaking suspicion that this was the boy that Hiruma had said was annoyingly amusing, because even though she was smiling..
She kind of wanted to knock that heart-eyed expression off his face. "It's good to meet you!"
"My name is Ishimaru." She found her hand being transferred from to a taller man, a much plainer one. She smiled and nodded, not sure what to make of him as of yet.
As she opened her mouth to reply, Ishimaru was pushed out of the way by a scarred boy. "Jumonji."
Again, she was cut off as she went to speak. "Kuroki."
She smiled and kept her mouth shut, wisely as the third brother pushed the other two aside and introduced himself with a grin. "Yamaoka."
Ishimaru again interrupted her, butting in and adding on. "Everyone calls them the Ha-Ha brothers."
While they fought over that, basically escorting themselves out of the kitchen, a balding boy walked up to her. "My name is Yukimitsu."
I remember quite well Yoichi lamenting over a certain Baldini..
She smiled warmly at his attempt at a change of language and shook his extended hand, blue eyes sparkling. "It's a pleasure, Yukimitsu!"
As Yukimitsu smiled happily and went to chat with the hyper Monta, the only girl on the team walked up to her. "I'm Mamori!"
"It's nice to meet you." She smiled warily, not sure what to make of this one, her smile was just a little too wide and her stance a little too perfect. It was just like Hiruma said..
"I'm Sena and I'm so sorry about-" Alexia shook her head and smiled, trying hard to match faces to the names she'd already known from listening to Hiruma and Kurita talk.
"You don't need to apologize, I'm.. happy to meet you!" She laughed softly and took his hand, shaking it. It seemed to put him at ease, which in turn made her happy.
So this is your pride and joy, your Devil Bats..
She loved loved it, the energy and the contained excitement, she couldn't help but smile softly. He had done well in finding them, at least she thought, in finding a team. She felt strangely protective of them, but then again, they were like an extension of Yoichi.
"Oi, Alexia, you're burning the food.." Hiruma called from the door frame, a smirk painted on his face as he watched her interact with his little battalion. He didn't miss the way her face flushed further or how she inched slightly away from the crowd of first-years.
It was one thing to enjoy their company, it was another to be harmed by it..
"Bakas, living room, now. You're crowding the room. Set the damned table or something" No less intimidating without the gun, his orders were followed in seconds,band it was just the two of them as the others ran to set the table.
She frowned at him, knowing he was being overprotective, and she opened her mouth to yell at him when her phone rang. They both knew by the ringtone who it was, and all she did was smile and turn back to the food. "Yoichi, he brought your favorite ice-cream!"
"Yeah, yeah.. I'll go get the damn fatty." He grumbled and placed a small inhaler on top of her phone, glancing at her before turning to leave. She picked it up and smiled softly as he slammed the door. Little did she know, that the thought that was crossing her mind was crossing his at the same moment.
My damned weakness..