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
Birth of the Devil Laser Bullet
Cheeky bastard, Prim seethed as she watched the boys practice. Stealing a kiss when she was too busy freaking out to pull away before he could.
She was quite aware that she was blowing a mountain out of a mole-hill, especially as a sixteen year old woman who had seen people die, and tortured one of those responsible. But, damnit, that was her first kiss that pointy eared fucker stole! She 'd of course had crushes in the past (the longest standing one had actually been on Fred, but she would be taking that secret with her to the grave), but the closest she'd ever had to a kiss was under the mistletoe last year – and Goldstein got a stinging hex to his testicles before she let his mouth get within ten inches of hers.
"So, care to explain what that was about?" the little man from earlier asked, sitting himself down beside her with something alcoholic in hand. She eyed it briefly, she knew this was the coach, Hiruma had told her as such. But should he really be setting such a bad example to his athletes? No wonder Hiruma smoked.
She faced away and rubbed at her legs. "My aunt. She breeds bulldogs. She..." the Gryffindor trailed off, wondering how to explain it properly. Explain the throat closing terror, the primal knowledge that she would die if no one stopped that animal, that no one would, that if she let it get near her throat, it was over.
She reached down and unrolled the thigh-high socks that the Pest had given her when she protested so viciously about the skirt, about having her legs on display.
Scars from within her shoe stretching up to her knee. Her ankle baring stark witness to Ripper's attack.
The little man froze, staring at the teeth marks.
"I was running away... and my cousin tripped me. They stood back and laughed. Aunt Marge took her walking stick to my head when I kicked her dog in the face. I ran outside and hid in a tree. They left me up there until morning. I don't know what happened then. I'd passed out from blood loss. I woke up in my... room, with a sheet wrapped around my leg." She gestured down at the mass of scars, "It got infected, obviously. And I couldn't walk for two weeks. I'm lucky I can walk at all."
Doburoku stared at the girl as she pulled her sock up, "How old were you?" he asked slowly. Those scars were old. Very old. She had to be under ten years old when it happened. Who could just stand there and laugh while a little girl was being mauled by an animal?
"Does it matter?" she asked instead, not looking in his direction.
He hrrumped and took a noisy swig of his sake, "Guess not," he grunted turning his attention back to the field where the three stooges were practising. Only peripherally aware of the small smile of gratitude that flickered across the girl's face for all of a heartbeat.
000
"Eh? How was that fucking Sneak Thief! Still think Football's Pussy's Rugby!" Hiruma crowed, looming over the older girl who glared right up into his eyes. He grinned viciously, unable to help himself from being giddily pleased with her defiance.
"You run like a lame pig," she told him viciously, "And throw like an eleven year old Slytherin!" The girl climbed to her feet, snatching the ball off him in an instant while he was too stunned by her cruel declaration.
She drew her arm back.
It was different from a Quaffle, the shape, the way it cut through the air, even the texture under her fingers. She was used to Snitches, yes, but also the Quaffle. The girls had dragged her into their weekend keepy-uppy games, just in case something went down she could sub in as a Chaser and let Ginny take position as a Seeker, at least until they'd trained her up so she could use some of their team-plays. Until Ginny was in a position to join the trick plays the Gryffindor Chasers used, they played a game of musical broomsticks where Prim gave up the comparatively less complex role of Seeker to the more inexperienced girl in order to sub in to the Chasers for those team-plays that needed time to learn and perfect.
But if there was one thing she understood with instinctive familiarity, it was the air. And how to move through it.
She threw.
Hiruma's mouth opened and his wad of chewing gum fell to the ground as the football spun delicately to the far side of the field, and bounced. He stared at her as she rolled her shoulder a little, ignoring the staring from the boys around her. She looked at him, "I told you. I was playing something a lot more complex for a lot longer. If there is one thing I understand, it's how to move through the air. You throw without taking the shape of the ball into account, or the wind on the field. Balls like these need a spin to accurately cut through the air. It should be a drill, or a laser," she lectured.
And then smacked him upside the head. "What are you doing still standing here? Go and get it!" she barked, kicking the blond away from the bleachers and back down to the field.
000
Hiruma scooped up the ball, watching as Prim made her way to the girls' changing room in order to get out of the school uniform he stole and forced on her. He grinned evilly and gestured Cerberus over. He liked the sight of her in his school's colours way too much to let her out of them so easily, and he had just the idea for how to keep her in them – at least for now.
"Kekeke, go mess her clothes up when she's not paying attention. You'll get extra pork," he bargained with the canine who barked eagerly in agreement and rushed off.
The blond cackled and then watched as his faithful dog returned after a moment, declaring mission successful. He rummaged in a pocket and threw the canine a treat to tide him over until dinner that night and cackled at the scream that came from the girls' changing rooms.
"What did you do?" Musashi groaned.
"Me? Nothing!" the Devil very honestly told him, grinning like a bastard. He had to thank her after all, she'd given him an awesome idea for a pass.
000
What did Hiruma do? I know. I know exactly what he did. I know exactly what Cerberus did too – and it wasn't what Hiruma wanted. /snickers.