DEVIL'S BRIDE

Drabble set featuring the start, the end, the ups and the downs of Youichi Hiruma's attempts and success of courting (re: blackmailing) Primrose Dorea Potter into being his girlfriend.

I do not own Eyeshield 21, if I did... the games would be more interesting! There's only so many times I can see the same formula of a match before it gets old. Also, there would be more character exploration.

000

Uniform

Musashi had been expecting an ordinary day. He should have known it would be anything but when Kurita of all people was late for morning practice, he had come to expect his large teammate to be up with the birds and doing tackle drills on the field by the time he arrived for school. But today, the field was conspicuously absent of both Kurita, and equipment. Still, he brushed the matter off, he could just be unwell and not coming in that day, or walking with Hiruma again.

He had just settled into his seat next to the window when, by chance, he glanced out and spotted his wayward teammates and friends with – a girl? Why was Hiruma dragging a girl around with him? She wasn't even in uniform. Did she even go to this school?

Twenty minutes later, the Devil flung open the door to the classroom, dragging along a pretty foreign woman – who most assuredly had not been wearing the Maou school uniform when she stepped through the front gates and yet now was – with Kurita behind them looking anxious but pleased. Musashi could only blink and stare for a moment, there was no other way to describe Hiruma's facial expression other than ecstatic as he ignored the teacher spluttering at his additional student and marched back to his chair beside Musashi and flung himself down, dragging the dark haired girl into his lap. She didn't go quietly if the elbow she 'accidentally' landed in the Devil's throat was any indication.

Hiruma gagged for a moment, giving her the evil eye which she primly ignored.

Musashi was shocked. Ever since he'd met Hiruma Youichi the blond had never expressed even a passing interest in any of the girls at school or even out of it, he couldn't even remember hearing him talking about girls when he introduced them to his Army buddies – they certainly hadn't been quiet about their girlfriends and various other sexual conquests. It had gotten so that Musashi had just concluded Hiruma was either gay, or had his head to stuffed full of football and blackmail he couldn't be bothered with women or relationships. So the sight of the pretty dark haired girl who looked just as unhappy to be there as the teacher was to have her there was a bit of a surprise as much as it wasn't one. It would not surprise him if she had been blackmailed into attending.

He turned to Kurita who was cheerfully stowing a box at the back of the classroom, it had a few round holes punched into it and – those were eyes. Musashi blinked, watching the box a little more carefully for a moment as Kurita returned to his seat just in front of it. A chocolate brown fluffy paw appeared through one of the holes, waving around for a moment before withdrawing and an equally chocolate brown nose poked out through the same hole. Too small to be fully grown, but it did beg the question of why Kurita had a kitten in a box!

Aside from the girl in Hiruma's lap, the class passed as normal, the only significant interruption being when one of the Senseis took exception to the girl being sat in the blond's lap. She quite gladly vacated and got herself a chair, much to Hiruma's displeasure – which made itself known in a dark glare directed at the Sensei who shivered. Musashi felt a mild sting of pity for the man as much as his respect went up a notch – thwarting Hiruma was not a task for the weak hearted, but protecting a girl was a man's job, so Musashi could respect him for doing his best to make the poor girl a little more comfortable. Hiruma was all sharp edges and points, he couldn't have been all that comfortable to sit on.

But the time lunch arrived, everyone knew Hiruma had a girl he was forcing to stay at his side.

Doburoku-sensei burst into the classroom as soon as the lunchbell sounded, his eyes travelled the classroom to land on his students, and then the girl sat grumpily at Hiruma's side. They practically bugged out of his head at the sight of her, raking up and down her body. Long, lean legs, god the muscle on them, those were a Runners legs, thigh-high stockings, pleated skirt, white sailor suit top with a bow in the school colours, a chest that only a gaijin woman could possess, big yet perky at the same time, long wavy black hair left loose, a pretty face and the greenest eyes he had ever seen on a human.

The three teenage boys exchanged glances of varying amusement as their coach seemed to be unable to make his mind up between congratulating Hiruma, or cursing him out.

"Who's your friend?" Musashi asked, deciding to cut off the argument before it happened.

Hiruma grinned, grabbing the girl by the waist and pulling her to his side – receiving an elbow to the ribs in the process that he quite admirably ignored. "Guys, meet my fucking girlfriend, Prim," he introduced grandly. Musashi had to admit, it seemed as though she had just given up and was now just putting up with the blond and waiting for her chance to escape. "She's never seen American Football, so we're going to show her what it's all about," he declared, shooting her a look that spoke volumes.

In return, the girl gave him a look that declared how unimpressed she was with the whole thing.

Well, she got points for bravery at least, not many people could even look Hiruma in the eye, never mind someone who was being forced into being his girlfriend. He watched in mild amusement as the usual chaos exploded and Doburoku-sensei settled on cursing the blond out and demanding to know how he got her to agree, Hiruma cackled and quite clearly told them she hadn't as he hugged her to him tightly. Poor girl.

000

Even his bestfriends think he forced her into being his girlfriend (They're not wrong) but they do at least trust him to take care of her and not be a bastard like Agon who I can actually see being a rapist. He treats girls like paper towels.