I won't force you
An eyeshield 21 fanfiction by Komiyan
Chapter 4 - The mysteries deepen
The next day, when all of the team came limping in to the club shed, still hurting from the day before, they found the door locked, and a note pinned to it with a knife. The words on the note were written in a crimson substance, which was slowly drying up into brown...
Yo, fucking team!
We have no morning practice today, so go to your fucking class already!
We have tactics practice in the afternoon.
If you don't show up...
I know where you live.
YA-HA!
Hiruma Y.
The team looked at each other. The team looked at the note. The team looked at eachother again.They simultaneously blinked.
"Huh?"
"Huuh?!"
"HUUUUUH?!"
"A-ha-ha, This can't be true!"
While the ha-ha brothers went into overdrive mode and Taki twirled around yelling his head off, the rest of the team stood stiff as they read the note over and over again.
"He... made us come this early... just for this?" Musashi asked, slowly. The others nodded.
"That was really unnecessary..." Yukimitsu sighed, and he turned to the school. "Making us come here at five in the morning, then telling us training is off... plus his strange behaviour lately, and the fact that Hiruma-san would never EVER skip a training... Something is definitely wrong here..."
A ray of light (source unknown... but it is guessed to be the lantern down the street) glinted off of Yukimitsu's forehead, and clouded the rest of his face in the shadows. The team shivered. Yukimitsu's detective mode was really a scary thing...
"Umm, guys?" Sena asked politely. "Why don't we go get a drink in the shed then... since we're all here now..."
"GOOD IDEA MAX!" Monta yelled, while throwing his fist in the air.
"A-ha-ha, I was just going to say the same thing!" Taki added, as he twirled past.
The others smacked their foreheads, but they had to agree that it was a good idea... So they all went into the shed to get themselves a hot drink. And that's when they realised it... Something big was going on here.
In the shed it was dark, and the light wouldn't go on, so Kurita dug some candles from one of the closets near the door, and Yuumonji lit them. They looked around in the club shed, and no one could supress a shocked gasp at what they saw. Musashi was the first to regain his senses, and he switched the electricity back on. The lights went on immediately, and the shed... well, the shed...
Both the desk and the table were littered with old newspapers, prints and a few acient posters. The floor was coevered in these papers also, and on the wall was a map, with some angry red crosses on it, made with permanent ink. The boxing ball which they had set up for fun had been completely ripped to sheds, and there were pieces of fabric from it on every possible flat surface. But what was most intriguing was the poem written on the wall in black marker.
"Why are there so many victims
Victims of hate from others
Victims of anger long gone
Victims of war in life
Victims who live no more."
The entire team fell silent, and for a while, no one broke that silence. The first one who dared to speak again was, surprisingly, Sena.
"What happened here?" He whispered. "This place looks like a battlefield... and the strange poem on the wall... I don't think this is too safe to be here..."
Musashi, silent as ever, picked up the nearest stack of newspapers, and read some of the headlines out loud.
"Local children missing: Only one parent is worried?"
"Rumors of rape and murder: Has the police given it up?"
"Two children at the police station; have the missing two been found?!"
"Local children raped! What does the police do about this?"
"Four men and one woman found dead. Reason of death unknown."
"Dead bodies identified as rapists. Has justice been done?"
Musashi put the papers down and looked at the rest. "These lines were circled with red." He said. "It seems like someone is researching an old case... These newspapers are all seven years old."
Kurita looked worried. "But who would willingly look in to something like this?" He asked weakly.
"Do you think it could be Hiruma? That Hiruma's the one looking into this?" Monta asked nervously.
The others gasped. No MAX?! Monta was serious!
"I don't know, what do you all think?" Musashi asked asked.
"Huh?" Togano started.
"Huuh?!" Juumonji added.
"HUUUUUH?!" Kuroki finished, as the rest of the team shook their heads.
"A-ha-ha, there's just no way!" Needless to say who said this...
"Hiruma isn't that kind of a person! Like hell he'd do that much work over an old case! It's not even usable as blackmail! It would be too stupid-MAX!" Monta was no monkey... really, he wasn't...
"A-anyway, are we going to clean this up?" Sena asked, fidgeting.
Musashi shook his head. "It's best if we don't." He said. "If it isn't cleaned up before afternoon practice, we'll do something about it. For now, let's just go to class..."
And they all complied. Sena cast one last glance at the mess before Musashi closed the door, and as he turned back around, he caught Yukimitsu doing the same. The glint in the other boy's eyes told him that Yukimitsu thought the same thing.
Hiruma definitely had something to do with this.
After the team members had all gone to class, the club shed was silent for a few minurtes. Then, the door to the back room opened, and out stepped...
A/N: Okay guys, next chapter will be more humor, but it will end quite angsty... I just love writing about traumas and things, because I think it's absolutely interesting... Anyway, since I'm curently veeeery in love and fluttery, it won't be too bad... I hope... See y'all soon with chapter 5!
Sorry that this chapter is too short though... But if I wrote more, I couldn't drop some humor in, and it would be too angsty.. blech, whatever. I'm the writer, this is my story, so I'm the boss. Deal with it. Ya-Ha! I am allowed to pester my little brother and tell his story to the world... as long as I make it up to him in the end.
Love ya all! Please review and send messages!
Ya-Ha!
Komiyan -xxx-
p.s. MUHAHAHA! All hail the CLIFFHANGERS!