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
Decisions
She could count on one hand the number of hugs she had received in her life, all of them from Mrs Weasley and Hermione. But this one... felt different. She couldn't describe how. It just was.
And it was really fucking weird too, she decided squirming uncomfortably after entirely too long of an awkward silence.
Hiruma let her go and pulled her out of the changing rooms, ignoring her flustered yelp of embarrassment. He was already on his phone, cackling away in Japanese as he no doubt extorted something out of someone for some reason. She flushed scarlet, pulling down the hem of the shirt down further, trying to cover her legs.
"Don't worry about yer clothes, you'll get 'em back tonight," he told her gruffly as he pulled her into the boys changing rooms – ignoring the fucking fastass's yelp of embarrassment as he tried to cover his prodigious bulk with a tiny hand towel. Prim very politely covered her eyes and loitered beside the doorway looking miserable. Hiruma rolled his eyes and went to his pile of clothing, pulling off his padding and vest, he changed into his school shirt and shoes before throwing his slacks at the girl. "Wear those," he ordered before giving fatass a kick, "Quit squealing like a fucking girl and get dressed already, fastass! She ain't even lookin' at you!" he barked crudely, spurring his bestfriend into quickly throwing his school uniform on with more speed than he'd ever seen the boy demonstrate.
The group finished changing and split at the school gates, Musashi having to go and help out at his father's business while Hiruma, Prim and the fucking fatass made their way to the near-by park to discuss what would happen to the kitten now.
"I can't take him in," Kurita mourned, stroking the affectionate little beast. Hiruma translating to the girl whom he had tugged against his side yet again.
"I can't either," Prim admitted as the little animal slithered from Kurita's grasp and into hers mewling for attention and headbutting her fingers. "I have no where to keep him, and I don't have any money either."
As one, the two of them turned to him and Hiruma gritted his teeth in annoyance.
"Fuck no. Get that sappy look off your face, fastass! You too, fucking Sneak Thief! No way in hell am I taking a stinkin' cat!" he barked irritably, glaring down at the little monster.
"But... there aren't any Shelters in the area though," Kurita pointed out sadly.
"Then maybe you should have fucking drowned the fucking furball instead of rescuing it!" the blond snarled.
"I have no idea what you just said, but I can make a pretty good guess," Prim said loudly, breaking up the non-quarrel. "Look, Hiruma, you're the best person for the job. You've already proved you're in a position to keep and take care of a pet. Cats are a lot more independent than dogs so you won't have to worry about too much, and they don't eat as much either. All in all, you're the only one who can take it in," the girl summed up, listing on her fingers the number of reasons why he was the most capable of them.
He could see her point, but he wasn't going to give this up without a fight. He didn't fucking want a cat!
Then again, he could always dump it on a minion who could take care of it. It would get fatass and Prim off his back, and he'd come out squeaky clean, no cat, and the fatass wouldn't give him that mournful kicked puppy look that always pissed him off. Plus, Prim wouldn't be pissed off at him either.
He pretended to think it over before smirking at her, "Okay, I'll take the cat. On one condition," he declared, leaning into the girl's personal space, watching as wariness shuttered her eyes and she glowered, folding her arms defensively. "Kiss," he demanded, smirking wickedly.
Instead, he got a look of incredulousness, "What?" she gaped
Hiruma smirked, rubbing under her chin, "Give and take, fucking Sweetheart," he told her playfully, "You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours. You kiss me, I take the fucking cat. Deal?"
Incredulousness swiftly turned to anger, "Is this a fucking game to you?" she demanded angrily.
"Life is a game, fucking Sweetheart."
SMACK
Hiruma's head whipped to the side as this time she punched him – too quickly for him to follow.
"Game fucking over!" she snarled, "I'm not your motherfucking play thing, you asshole!" She shoved him away and stormed off, and with his cheek throbbing furiously, and his own mood taking a nose-drive, he wasn't all that inclined to chase her.
"Fucking bitch," he growled darkly.
000
I mentioned there would be ups and downs. And Prim can only stomach so much.
