Sorry it took me a while to update. Anyway, here's chapter 11.
Disclaimer: Riichiro Inegaki and Yusuke Murata own Eyeshield 21...
"No! Justin, I swear if you don't-" Kris was cut off as she was held back by Lank. "Lank let me go, before I kill both of you." Kris growled, struggling against his hold on both of her arms. Justin was leaning with hands on his knees a few feet away, breathing heavily from running all over Deimon park. She stopped suddenly and stood still. She felt Lank's grip on her arms loosen and she bolted towards the offending blonde. He started backing away when she tackled him and rolled head over heels to a stop where she was sitting on his back with her feet on the back of his head.
"Kriiiiis..." Justin's whine was muffled from her feet pressing his head to the grass. "Le' muh ub..." Kris lowered her feet to either side of his head and leaned forward with her elbows resting on her knees. "Thanks," Justin said sarcastically. "Mind getting off."
"I'm not going to if that's what you mean." Kris replied as Justin tried to rise from the ground, failing because he couldn't get up with one hundred ten pounds of Kris sitting on his upper back. "Why was I mad at you again?" She asked after a few minutes of Lank and Laci betting how long she would stay sitting.
"I... have no... cant breathe." Justin gasped out, Kris looked at him and then hit him on the back of the head.
"I'm not that heavy!" She said, standing before stepping off Justin's back. "Honestly..." she suddenly remembered what she was mad about, and turned around just as Justin was opening his mouth. "And if you ask again I swear I'll make it where you can't reproduce." She growled, Justin shut up then, he'd never heard her make that threat before. Laci and Lank were laughing at the look on his face.
"And all because you wont tell me..." Kris flicked out a knife and Justin backed up. "... what time it is? Yeah, I can't read Japanese numbers... so... you're the translator! What time is it?!"
"They're English numbers... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7... etc." Kris's right eye twitched. "They aren't written in Kanji or anything, Kami..." Kris sighed shaking her head with a laugh. "You actually think I'd do that? Nope, 'cause your kids will probably take over the world... a world ruled by little Justins... nope never mind I would." She shook her head at the disturbing thought of mini-me Justins.
"Hey, Kris-chan!" Kris turned with a smile.
"Mamori-chan!" She said waving as her friend turned to talk to her group of friends and then walked down to where they were. Kris, once again pulled at the hem of her shirt.
"You're wearing..."
"Yes, yes, I know and-" she was cut off by Justin pulling on the back of her hair. Her right eye twitched and she turned on her heel. "What? Can't you see I'm trying to... bleh, sorry forgot. I immediately go into speaking Japanese, second nature, J." She smiled, scratching the back of her head at his annoyed look. "Mamori-chan, these are my friends from America." She said in Japanese.
"It's nice to meet you!" Mamori said with a small bow, speaking English.
"Yay! She can speak English... so far the only person we've met that speaks English is that Hiruma dude." Justin said, practically doing summersaults.
"So they've met Hiruma-kun?" Mamori asked with a small smile at Justin's antics.
"Yeah," Kris nodded. "Heh, he's hyper-active, don't worry about him." Kris laughed when Justin ended up running into a tree, Mamori was running over to see if he was alright.
"Mamori-chan!" Coursed the girls, still on the sidewalk waiting for her.
"Coming!" Mamori said before turning to Kris. She'd made sure that Justin didn't have a concussion, Kris had replied that his head was too hard for it to have hurt him much. "I'm glad I got to meet your friends from America." Mamori said with a smile. "But my friends and I were just going shopping, so I can't really stay that long." Kris nodded and waved as Mamori went back over to her friends.
"Kyle's probably worried, you guys, let's go back home." Kris yawned, stretching.
"Okay," Lank said, kicking Justin's hand lightly, signaling him to get up. "C'mon Captain Bob." Lank said, helping Justin up when he stuck his hand in the air for help.
"Yay! I get to annoy Kris's Brother even more!" Justin yelled happily and ran off in the opposite direction that they should've been going in.
"How long do you think It'll take until he figures out we're not behind him?" Laci said after a while.
"Hour," Lank said with a sigh.
"Week," Kris flopped on the ground and prepared for the wait.
"Good predictions... however a year would be my guess." Laci said flopping down next to Kris.
.::One Hour Later::.
"Hey..." pant, "you guys..." pant, "didn't... tell me I was... going the wrong... way!" Justin panted, leaning with his hands braced on his knees in front of a lightly sleeping Kris and Laci, an amused Lank poked
Kris, while Justin talked loud enough to wake Laci.
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please, please?"
"Nope."
"Please, please, please?"
"Nope, no and... no."
"Ple-"
"Shut up!" Kyle finally yelled, annoyed beyond reason. "If you guys are just going to stand at the freaking door and do that back and forth then shut the damned door." He growled and Lank and Laci started laughing slightly.
"Fine." Kris huffed, finally coming around the corner, Kyle cracked up laughing. "Shut up." She mimicked as he finally stopped and just chuckled slightly.
"So, it finally happened?" He asked with a smirk.
"Yeah... do we have any beer in the fridge?" She asked, suddenly veering from the living room and heading toward the kitchen.
"Nope, sit down." Kyle replied and Justin bounced after her, grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down into an arm chair. Before she could stand again he sat on her lap.
"Damn it, if you don't get the fu-"
"Language," Kyle admonished, before she continued.
"But I want a basketball for Christmas!" Justin said with a childish smile.
"You're freaking heavy... and you're on my spleen." Kris said with her right eye twitching slightly. "I'd rather have Dom use his Spleen Slayer than you sit on it, now get off."
"But I do-" she cut him off by flipping him off of her lap.
"I know you do." She said looking down at him, sprawled across the floor.
"Hmmm... you got stronger since you left America." Justin commented drumming his fingers lightly on the carpet. "Even with my extra weight from the height gain."
"It's kind of hard not to gain muscle when you're being trained by Hiruma." She said grimacing as he flopped back across her lap, but this time using the arms of the chair to keep his weight off of her.
"That blonde spiky haired dude? Looked like Nick?" Justin asked, cocking his head to the side and crossing his arms behind his head. "The one with the gun..." he shivered. Ever since he'd watched a war movie in History he'd hated guns.
"Yeah, but besides the guns he's got a threat book." Kris said nodding and drumming a rhythm absently on his stomach. "Huh... I wonder how much stuff he could dig up on you guys..." she wondered out loud.
"Or what he already has." Kyle said as Justin was once again pushed out of Kris's lap. "Are you trying to give him a concussion?" He asked when Justin pouted and rubbed the back of his head.
"Nope," she shrugged before once again pulling her shirt down. This was the first time Kyle himself had ever seen her wear a shirt that didn't look like a short nightgown, mid thigh. And her pants weren't baggy for once.
"I still can't believe it finally happened." He sniggered leaning back in his chair.
"WHAT FINALLY HAPPENED?!" Justin yelled while sitting on he floor. "Please, tell me..." he started mock crying. "I'll die if you don't finally answer me... drowning in my damned curiosity."
"Would it make him shut up?" Until his dying day, Kyle would always wonder how Hiruma got in his house without him knowing. "Now I know why you won the yelling contest in the third grade." Hiruma rubbed one of his ears slightly.
"How did you-" Kris put a silent hand over Justin's mouth and shook her head when he looked at her.
"It's better not to ask, he never answers that question." She said with and sigh. "How long have you been here?" She asked curiously as he popped his gum.
"First thing I heard was, 'It finally happened, huh?' and Kyle laughing." Hiruma shrugged, "and I know what happened." He perched on the couch's arm, directly across from Kris, with a smirk. She blinked at him a couple of times, as if digesting the information.
"How?" She asked cocking her head to the side. "I know you weren't there when Kyle and I were talking."
Disclaimer: Dom's "Spleen Slayer" belongs to him... and he belongs to MegaTokyo.
