Lol. I love how in the previous chapter, I said to tell me if there are any "grammer/spelling/puncation" errors. My story would be absolute shit if I didn't have spell check XD
I also found out yesterday how hard it was to run while chewing gum. Maybe it's just me. Using my jaw while running just saps an unnecessarily amount of energy you know? Don't know how Hiruma does it all the time.
Sena and his fellow team members followed Hiruma to the football field they were about to play on. Kurita was trailing behind them, lugging an insane amount of luggage that towered over them if they stood next to it. Sena gave a glance at the tired boy behind them. "Leave him be, brat." Hiruma blew a bubble. It made a sharp smack! noise as it popped. "It's his punishment for not recruiting anyone. That fatty."
The brunette bit his lip and stared up at the sky nervously. His first game. He could barely sleep last night because he was so excited about the game—
Hiruma's chest against his back—
He finally was about to experience this sport that enticed both of his close friends, Shin and Agon—
Hiruma—
The teamwork and unity of football—
His nervous look immediately was replaced by an indignant scowl. "Princess" my foot! It's your fault for knocking me over!
Stop it, Kobayakawa Sena! He resisted the urge he hit himself on the head, not wanting others to think he was strange. Maybe he was already. He did feel like he was going crazy. Sena shook his head vigorously. Focus, our first game is starting any minute!
Sena turned his head slightly, giving Kurita a wistful glance. He wished he was holding one of the boxes he was dragging along. Then he would stop fiddling with his hands which clearly giving away how he felt at the moment.
When they arrived at the field, Sena heard Hiruma let out an agitated string of curses. Sena glanced at him in mild curiosity before he yelped in alarm when he felt himself being pulled aside, out of the field. "Wha-" He began in confusion.
"Shh. Not until we get out of range." Hiruma interrupted.
Hiruma finally stopped his pulling when they were behind a bush located behind a building. Sena almost face palmed. "There's a fine line between being discreet and plain creepy, you know, Hiruma."
The blonde merely shook his head, smirking. Then his expression cooled down to a serious tone. "Sena, you won't be playing today."
There was a deafening silence as his words sunk down. "WHA-"
A hand was clamped to his mouth before he could finish. The two of them paused, staring at each other. Sena snapped out of it and yanked the blonde's hand off his face, glaring at Hiruma with a level of fury that he knew was about to erupt into something more. He demanded in a steely voice, "Tell me why. Now."
For less than a second, Hiruma actually felt something akin to fear strike in his heart from Sena's fierce look. He almost smirked but wisely chose not to anger the fiery brunette even further. Donning a poker face, he replied, "Oujou and Shinryuuji are here."
Hiruma could practically hear a roar of "SO WHAT!" from Sena's eyes, even though the brunette utter a word. He decided to elaborate. "I don't want them to know our ace. Not yet. The Cupids are weak, we can beat them without bringing you out."
Sena scoffed with contempt. "So I'm not playing because a couple other teams are watching us?" Hiruma's heart quickened as he saw Sena's eyes flash furiously. "Screw that!" He hissed lividly. "Hiruma, I'm disappointed in you. I didn't think you were such a coward. Getting scared of a few schools." The brunette stood up as a few twigs on the bushes snapped.
Hiruma cackle-grinned. "That doesn't mean I can't chase them out."
The tight knot of anger that knit in Sena's throat unraveled slightly as he slowly turned around. "What are you planning?"
Minutes later, Deimon was lined up in front of the Cupids in the center of the field. "Set, hut, hut!" Sena heard Hiruma's voice shout out faintly across the field. He sighed as he put his head in his hands. He twitched in surprise when he felt a brief vibrate in his pocket. He flipped open his phone and saw that Agon had texted him. He sighed again as he read it. He quickly tapped a reply.
Kongo Agon: y aren't u on the field? wtf u doin over there?!
Kobayakawa Sena: hirumas fault. and u and shins fault. goddarn u guys
Knogo Agon: I get it w. the blonde fucker but wat does it hav to do w. me and that tight ass?
Sena flipped his phone closed. He ignored the multiple notifications that came from his phone and proceeded to watch the game. He frowned in concern when he saw that the ball had already switched and gone to the Cupid's possession when Deimon hadn't even gotten to the third down. What were they doing? His eyes followed the red jersey that was marked with the number "1." Hiruma…
Sena closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath. Finally, he had had enough. Almost snarling, he whipped out his buzzing phone that hadn't stopped for the past five minutes. His eyes narrowed in annoyance when he saw the flashing screen:
41 New messages
Sena wished Agon was here so he could punch him in the face, not that it would do much to the purplette. Scrolling through the messages, he found that ninety-nine percent of them had been from Agon (surprise!) and one from Mamori and Shin.
Seijuro Shin: Didn't you say you were number 21? I don't see you on the field.
Anezaki Mamori: I'm coming over right now.
Sena blinked. Mamori's coming? His shoulders slumped in resignation when he heard a familiar melodic voice calling out his name.
"Sena! Sena! I was worried about you!"
Great. One more person to make the entire thing a whole lot more complicated.
Sena schooled a friendly face as he turned around and waved at his childhood friend who was currently running towards the bench with her pink hair trailing behind her.
"What are you doing over here?" Sena asked not unkindly.
Mamori smiled at him. "I just had a feeling I should come when you told me there was a match today."
What kind of reason was that?! "…Oh."
She kneeled down before him and put a hand on his forehead in concern. "What's wrong, Sena? Do you have a fever?"
Ignoring his once again vibrating phone, he replied cheerily, "No, Mamori-neechan, I'm fine."
She nodded and sat down beside him. "How's the match?"
Sena's face fell as he answered, "Not good. The ball has been in the Cupid's side since they took it from us on our second down."
When he saw that Mamori was watching the field intently, he quickly turned the screen of his phone on.
Kongo Agon: Wat the fuck is that pink chick doing here and STOP IGNORING ME
Pointedly ignoring him, he turned his phone off and transferred his attention back to the game. He felt like stomping his feet on the ground like a child. Today was his day! It was so important, he might as well call it The Day, capitals and all. Why was Hiruma stopping him for such a stupid reason? He wanted to be on the field right now.
He jaw clenched tightly as he heard the cheering—mostly girls—of the crowd in the stands for the touchdown the Cupids just scored. The cheering only got louder as the bonus point was successful, making the score 7-0.
Screw this. Sena called for a timeout, which had Hiruma turning his head towards him with a thick hostile air aimed at him. Both Sena and Hiruma glared at each other as they walked towards each other.
They both stomped angrily back into the same bush behind that same building that Sena had now dubbed as "The Bush of Fury" or TBF. They kneeled in TBF in volatile silence, neither of them realizing how stupid they looked.
"Screw the plan, I don't care what you say, I'm going to-"
"No," Hiruma interrupted harshly. "I will not allow it."
"Shut up!" The brunette resisted lashing out at the infuriating blonde in white hot rage. "I'm going right now." He abruptly stood and walked away, ignoring the burning sensation on his back that he knew came from the demonic blonde's piercing gaze.
Hiruma spit out his gum on the ground in anger. Only Sena could get him wound up like this. Opening another gum wrapper and popping it in his mouth, he took a deep breath to calm himself down. He proceeded to leave his little bush sanctuary and began to head back to the field when he saw the ever familiar figure who responded to the name Kobayakawa Sena in the shadows of the building.
The brunette had pulled his T-shirt over his head, throwing it down to the ground as he picked up a red jersey that said "21." Hiruma's mouth fell open slightly as he stood there quietly, admiring the view of Sena's body. He knew Sena wasn't exactly a pushover, but…wow. He had a lean, tanned body that moved gracefully as his muscles rippled under his skin. He wasn't ripped; no muscles too much defined, but enough to see the shape of them vaguely. He noticed Sena had a scar that started from the right of his naval, trailing down diagonally, with the rest cut out of view from his pants. Where did he get that kind of scar from? That's a knife wound. Either way, it did not mar his beautiful body but enhanced it. Unfortunately, his pants he had yet to take off were blocking the view of anything lower.
Snapping out of his thoughts, and holding in a blush; he almost couldn't believe he was thinking of Sena in this way, but the brunette was just so…he was not going to finish that sentence. In his defense, anyone would probably stop and appreciate Sena's body. And Hiruma wasn't attracted to Sena as a person, just the body. Just that. Whoa, wait, where did attraction come from?
Hiruma's eyes widened as he saw Sena put a hand on his belt. Knowing this was just plain wrong—he wasn't the nicest guy around but he wasn't a peeping tom—he purposely made some noise as he walked towards him. Sena immediately whipped around in alarm, wearing a dark scowl on his face.
When he recognized him, he relaxed and leaned back on the wall of the building. "Oh, it's just you." Sena paused before he looked at Hiruma in slight hesitation. "Did you…see it?"
"Yeah. I did." Since Sena did not offer an explanation, he assumed it was a touchy topic. Hiruma walked past him and slapped his back encouragingly. "Get changed quickly. I'll get rid of Oujou's eyes before then."
"What about Shinryuuji?" Sena inquired behind him.
"Well, they didn't bring a recorder. And since you're so impatient, we could never execute the plan to chase the two of them out right now. Destroying the evidence will do." Hiruma turned his head back towards Sena with a smirk.
Sena's surprise became a sweet smile of gratitude. His eyes glittered delightfully as he said warmly, "Thank you, Hiruma."
"I present you Deimon Devil Bat's ace player: Eyeshield 21!"
A certain purplette grinned manically and sneered out, "About time."
A certain blunette who was fiddling with a now broken tape recorder looked out at the field in renewed interest.
A certain pinkette watched as a figure in red, wearing a helmet with a green eyeshield that reflected off the sun, concealing his face, walked out into the field. She felt a sinking feeling in her chest she couldn't comprehend.
A certain blonde had his hands on his hips as he stood in the middle of the field with the rest of the members, cackling hysterically.
The team formed a circle as Hiruma and Kurita grinned in anticipation to what was coming. Everyone kept shooting curious glances at the mysterious player who seemed to be the reason for the experienced players' glee.
"Okay, you shitty brats. Here's the plan." Hiruma's grin somehow grew even wider than before as he kicked the one dubbed Eyeshield 21. "I pass the ball to you and you run."
Ishimaru raised a timid hand and asked, "What about us?"
Hiruma shouted at him loudly, "You stay outta his way, got it, you little shits?!"
There was a chorus of "Y-yes!"
They all gathered closer, leaning in with their hands on their knees. Hiruma roared deafeningly, "LET'S DESTROY THEM, YA-HA!"
"YA-HA!"
Even for those who didn't exactly know what was going on, the presence of the new player on the field gave them confidence. Juumonji got into position next to Togano and Kuroki as he gave a thoughtful glance at the boy who stood behind Hiruma, in the running back position. He already had suspicions as to who it was…
"Set, hut, hut, hut!"
Eyeshield 21 ran up to receive the ball from the quarterback. His eyes widened in full concentration as he saw the ball fall into his hands in slow motion…
And then there was air.
He vaguely saw himself swiftly passing people one by one as they attempted to tackle him down. He paid no mind to them. All he was really aware of was the wind, the ground, each step he took and his pounding heart. He did not hear the cheers of his teammates, or the boos and cheers mixed in the crowd, or the announcer narrating Eyeshield 21's amazing debut. It was like he had entered another world—a different dimension from everyone else—yet not. He was detached from this moment yet not. An area of grey. Not white, not black, but grey.
He skidded to a stop as he leapt into the end zone. Sena returned to everybody else's world as he stood upright. This was football.
He knew this was where he was supposed to be. Standing in the end zone with the ball, sweating and panting. This felt right. He was home.
Super Short Omake
He wasn't ripped; no muscles too much defined, but enough to see the shape of them vaguely. He noticed Sena had a tattoo that spelled out something in English on his chest. From his angle, it was difficult to read it completely. Hiruma felt a surge of curiosity burn through him. He was going to read what Sena had tattooed on him. Finally, Sena shifted his body towards him, making the words fully visible. Hiruma's eyes popped out of his sockets and he felt his jaw fall to the ground. In a fancy font, it wrote: "I am a thirsty bitch."
Hope you enjoyed my chapter. Sorry about the long A/N.
Hmm. Did I get any football rules wrong in here? The only knowledge I have of football is from Eyeshield 21 XD
Also, I have no idea why Hiruma decided to be so complicated and tell Sena not to play because of Shinryuuji and Oujou. It seriously wasn't my idea. It was the Hiruma in my mind's idea, ask him. I didn't plan it like that…but I think this shows his emotions more. I hope he wasn't too OOC. And that it wasn't too icky and fluffy. I'll reflect on my writing and make the judge of that later because I always write so whimsically…and I can't really tell whether my plot is good or bad until later…XD
I have thought about my previous chapter…and it's too fluffy innit? The last part of the chapter….is it?! I want to hear what you guys think!
Edit: 11-10-13
I have deemed it too OOC so I chopped up what I was referring to about my last chapter a bit. I want their relationship to make sense. And be uber epic. :D
