Chapter number 21 in a fanfic of Eyeshield 21!
Last chapter I said 'd have time to write, and I had, but just to spite me nature resided to send a thunderstorm and take out my internet. No internet, excellent weather, the computer stood abandoned. My excuses, but I regret nothing. Today the chapter is a bit longer though.
Ok, so where were we? Sena and Hiruma can't step out of the restaurant because the huh huh-brothers are just outside. Enjoy!
I don't own Eyeshield 21.
Chapter 21
With their backs pressed against the glass door of the small restaurant the unlikely couple argued vividly in hushed voices. Hiruma presented one solution after another, but was constantly turned down by Sena who deemed his ideas either to dangerous or to violent. The already tense atmosphere worsened to a point where all the other residents of the room felt it like a piano wire on their throats. Even though they tried not to watch the private discussion it was very obvious they all did, as every time Hiruma's hands made a move towards one of his guns they either hid or went completely rigid with fear.
When Hiruma suggested that they should climb up on the roof and attack the huh huh-brothers from above with scalding water Sena felt panic rise in his chest. In his mind only two routes remained for this situation. Either they wouldn't find a solution in time and their secret would be exposed or Hiruma would snap and go berserk on the three linemen and possibly on Sena too. Right now it looked like they where heading down the second route.
Hiruma gritted his teeth while furiously glowering out the window for the third time in half a minute. Sena sighted and lent his head on Hiruma's chest, grabbing hold of his sleeves to prevent him from storming out. He could hear Hiruma's heart drumming at an insane rate.
"Please calm down... Can't we just sneak out through the bathroom window or something? We'll just wait until they leave." Sena said and made an attempt to move to the back of the restaurant, but was stopped immediately by Hiruma shoving the white helmet over his head. Through the green eyeshield he could see Hiruma hastily putting his biking gear on.
"There's no time for that, shrimp. They're heading this way now." he said and threw Sena's back protector in his face. Sena felt a rush of panic and a hint of hope at the same time.
"That's clever! They wont recognize us in these!" he said and rushed to put on the rest of his gear. Hiruma finished in no time but Sena had a lot of trouble getting it all on right. With the pressure of the trio outside getting closer and closer his fingers seemed to go numb. When he saw them just steps away from the entrance Sena knew the race was lost.
He gave a surprised yell when he felt the hands of both Hiruma and a courageous waitress on him, helping him on with his gear. Just as the glass doors flew open the waitress stepped away and Hiruma snapped shut the buckle on Sena's neck, hiding the hickeys.
For a moment everyone was silent. Jumonji passed by them, heading towards the counter and Togano followed after him. Kuroki on the other hand had stopped close to the entrance after noticing the Sena and Hiruma. He was now lazily browsing through a rack of tourist brochures while sneaking glances at them every now and then.
Sena felt cold sweat run down the back of his neck. In an attempt to act natural he thanked the waitress who had helped him on with his pants. She smiled almost naturally and handed Sena the bill, that was now wrinkled and slightly damp. He smoothed it out while Hiruma handed her a handful a handful of cash over Sena's shoulder. When Hiruma opened the door and Sena could feel the cool autumn air on his still ungloved hands they were halted by the voice of Kuroki.
"Hey! Is that red bike out there yours?" he said. The couple tuned in union to see him standing right behind them with an very interested look on his face. Hiruma nodded to answer him before heading out the door, but once again they were stopped by Kuroki's questions.
"It's a real beauty. I've never seen a Ducati for real before. How big is the engine? How fast does it go?" Kuroki was apparently unaware that his questions were not welcome. By now Togano had joined him and were looking back an forth between Hiruma and the bike that was visible through the glass doors. After a while of blabbering, during which Hiruma and Sena kept silent so that their voices would not give them away, Togano and Kuroki passed by them through the door towards the red vehicle.
As they walked up to the two of them crouching down to inspect the gleaming exhaust pipes Sena noticed Hiruma's hands clenching tightly. Apparently the quarterback did not appreciate the attention he and his ride were given. Still, Sena thought this went unexpectedly well. If they just refrained from talking the huh huh-brothers probably wouldn't notice who they where. Smiling behind his veil he raised his hand to stroke Hiruma's arm. Looking down at him Hiruma gestured towards his lower arm where Sena had seen him hide a derringer earlier that day. Understanding the meaning of this as either "Should I shoot them?" or "Should I shoot you?" Sena shook his head, frightened of what Hiruma might do.
As Hiruma mounted the motorcycle Jumonji walked up to them, not looking that interested by the red vehicle. His eyes were on Sena, sometimes warily shifting over to Hiruma. He looked a bit troubled, Sena thought. Jumonji has probably caught up that the attention his two friends was giving the Dukati was unwanted.
Togano was bending over Hiruma's arm, dangerously close to the small gun under his sleeve, to gape at the speed indicator. When he noticed Jumonji he stood up and threw an arm around his shoulder, sighing in envy over the expensive motorcycle.
"Even if one would make a hit manga in Jump it would still be hard to afford one of these." he said and Kuroki peeked up from where he had been sticking his fingers into the cooling system.
"You don't suppose we could get to ride it?" he said excitedly to Hiruma. Kuroki did not seem to notice from his crouched position in front of the bike but Sena saw how Hiruma turned the ignition slowly and silently moved his hand over to the gas regulator. In Sena's mind a image of Hiruma running Kuroki over flashed for a second and he nervously grabbed hold of Hiruma's wrist.
"I think we're disturbing them, guys. Lets leave them alone." said Jumonji while pulling Kuroki out of the way for the heavy vehicle with his eyes on Hiruma's hand. Togano made a surprised sound and pointed towards Sena and Hiruma.
"Ah! You're on a date? Sorry, we didn't mean to interrupt." he said while scratching the back of his head sheepishly. Sena bowed slightly to them in thanks for understanding before making an attempt to get on the motorcycle. In a flash Jumonji was there to help. Kuroki snickered from his spot on the ground.
"Yeah, help that lady up. Jumonji, always the gentleman." he said and Togano joined his snickering.
When Sena wrapped his arms around Hiruma's waist Jumonji leaned in close to the white helmet. Over the roar of the engine it was only Sena who could hear what he said.
"Don't worry. I'll help you get out of this mess, Sena."