Handcuffed
By Jillian Leonhart
Disclaimer: I don't own Eyeshield 21 so leave me alone… Wait! Don't leave me alone!!! I'm afraid!! There's something under my computer desk!! Ah! It tickles my toes! Kyaaaaaaaaaa!!!! It's a cockroach!!!! Wait… Cockroacheeesssss!!! *fainted*
A/N: Nyehehehe… HirumaOC fics are popping up these days… My HiruMamo soul becomes all fired up!!! FUGOOO!!! Nyehehehe… Sorry for the delay. Here's chapter seven for you all!!! *sigh* It's almost the end already…
Special thanks for: Bar-Ohki who's come out with the last trick… Thank you very much Bar! ^_^
Chapter 7
"… This is bad…" Mamori muttered. They're now inside the club house. After a lot of tugging, dragging, screaming, cackling, and searching around, they found no key inside the club house.
Hiruma and Mamori sat at the sofa. Hiruma blew another gum, Mamori massage her aching temple. A few minutes in silence stretched between them. Each tried to think another plan to get them free from each other. They let out a sigh at the same time, and stared at each other in surprised.
"No keys, Hiruma-kun…" Mamori said, defeated.
"I noticed…" Hiruma replied curtly.
Drrrt… Drrrt… A soft vibrating sound could be heard inside the room. Hiruma grunted and dug his hand on his pocket, pulled out his black cell phone.
"What do you want, fucking old man??"
"Hiruma, where are you?"
"None of your fucking business…"
"And where's Anezaki?"
"Like hell I know… Fucking old man, you take care of the fucking brats for this after school practice. Me and the fucking manager are gonna go buy some equipment." After saying the last line, Hiruma hung up. Not giving a chance for Musashi to responded.
"Who's that?" Maori asked, curious.
"Fucking old man…"
"You mean, Musashi?"
"Hnn…"
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…
They both fell into another heavy silent. Try to think up a way to get rid of the handcuff. After another five minutes in silent, Mamori glanced at Hiruma with a defeated expression.
"I'm stuck Hiruma-kun! What about you? You usually come up with a back up plan at times like this…"
"Actually, I already did…" Hiruma pulled out the hand gun Mamori had used at the roof top. She watched him emptying the gun and replacing the rubber bullets with real lead ammo inside.
CTREK!
He finished loading his hand gun. "Fucking manager, stretch the chain…"
"What are you gonna do, Hiruma-kun?? You said you can't shoot with your left hand…" Mamori was afraid. What if he missed and the bullet hit his or her hand instead??
He snorted, "Looks like you're not that bright, fucking manager…". He smirked and put the barrel 'till it touched the chain of the handcuff.
"Oh…" Mamori never thought that far. If the barrel was placed ON the chain, he could blast the thing off even with his left hand… And they'd be free… 'Why Hiruma didn't do it earlier??' Mamori thought.
"Then come on fucking manager!!! Stretch the fucking chain!" Hiruma cut off her wondering thought. Mamori quickly nodded and pulled her wrist, stretching the chain. Hiruma did as well then placed the barrel of the gun on the chain. Hiruma frowned when the chain won't stop shaking. He saw Mamori's wrist shaking.
"Oi, fucking manager…"
Mamori jumped up at his voice calling her, "Huh?"
"You're shaking…" the frown still plastered on his face.
"Oh… Sorry…" Mamori tried to steady her wrist, but it's still shaking. She was afraid of many 'what if' scenario running inside her brain.
"Fucking manager… trust me…" his tone was not trying to convince her. His tone was forced her to. And those words were enough to clam her down. Mamori's wrist stopped shaking.
"Pull as hard as you can." Hiruma commanded. Mamori did as he told, and Hiruma balanced his stretch, matching Mamori's. Once the chain was steady, Hiruma pulled the safety. "Keep steady, fucking manager."
Mamori nodded and closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the expected blow. Then…
BANG!!
Mamori stumbled slightly backwards as the chain broke. Mamori blinked. Hiruma was a good distance away in front of her, staring at her with a 'we did it' smirk on his face. A strange feeling of regret washed her when her mind registered that she's no longer tied to Hiruma. The chain that entwined them had broken. They're no longer attached…
"Fucking manager… You're bleeding." Hiruma pointed at her wrist with handcuff still clung into it.
Mamori didn't feel the pain at first, but after he pointed out, it did hurts. She glanced at her left wrist. The blow had jerked the handcuff hard enough to graze Mamori's wrist. Now the wound leaked red hot liquid. Mamori glanced at Hiruma
"You too." She pointed at his also bleeding wrist.
"I know." He whipped the blood, only to be replaced by another as the blood keeps flowing slowly from the wound.
"We still need the key to get this off." She shakes the handcuffed on her wrist.
"Fucking manager, you have a paper clip?" Hiruma asked Mamori who's staring at Hiruma's wound.
"Eh, what for?"
"I need it to pick the lock. You don't wanna get rid of that thing on your wrist?"
"Of course I want." Mamori dig on her pocket and pulled out a paper clip. She knew this would be useful some day, and she's right. She tossed it to the quarterback who caught it effortlessly. He bend the paper clip 'till it's straight, then began picking the lock of his handcuff. It was amazing a few seconds later, a CLICK sound was heard and his handcuff clattered to the floor.
Hiruma then walked to Mamori, who's still sat at the sofa. He casually took Mamori's bleeding hand in his, whipped the blood away, and began working on her handcuff. Mamori was paralyzed when he took her hand in his. She just stared at the scene. Her mind stopped working. This was probably their last body contact because after this mess's cleared, they'll be back to normal. No more holding hand while walking. No more casual chat like they had on the roof top. No more chance… No more chance for her to be closer to him. No more chance for her to get to know him better…
"Done…" Hiruma let go off her hands and it fell limply on her side.
"Thank you…" she muttered. She fought her tears from falling.
"Now go home, and clean your self fucking manager. You smell like hell… Kekekeke…"
Mamori smiled hearing his tease. Some how, knowing that he's still the same Hiruma she knows that never miss a single chance to tease her, made her feels better. "You too, Hiruma-kun. Your smell is worse than me…" she giggled a bit before stood up and walked out the club house. "See you tomorrow then…" she parted, with her back still on him. A single tear rolled down her cheek, which she quickly whipped up. She closed the door without looking at him.
She walked to the school gate, face down. Her heart ached if she recalled the fact that they were no longer tied. Her hand felt colder with the absence of his hand on hers. She stared at her former-handcuffed hand. The wound's no longer bleeding. But the blood streaked her wrist. 'I need to clean this up later… Hiruma-kun's also bleeding… I should have bandaged him up before I left…'
A presence beside her made her glance to her side.
"Hiruma-kun?" she muttered in disbelieve.
"What? I wanna go home too." He said casually. "And you probably would attract any one you cross on the street with all that blood, might as well walk you home…"
Mamori smiled, "Thank you…"
The End
A/N: Hwaaa!!!! They've broke the handcuff!!! T_T I'm sad… Oh, Bar-Ohki's the one who figured out how to break the handcuff. Thank you Bar-Ohki ^_^. And, everyone who read this, please tell me what you think about this chapter please… And tell me if I made any grammar mistakes (which I'm sure I did… A LOT…). Thank you very much… I've planed a closing chapter. Should I post it or should I end it here?? Tell me what you think. In other words, review please… Nyehehe… Never feel too late to review my fic ^_^. Oh, I'm looking for a beta reader. If some one willing to be my beta reader, PM me… I'll be very grateful for you… ^_^
