Hm... glad I didn't get any rave reviews abot the last chapter XD Anyway...
Disclaimer: Riichiro Inagaki and Yusuke Murata own Eyeshield 21, I just buy it at my local book store.
"Kris-chan? Are you in here?" Mamori's voice echoed slightly in the work-out room. Hiruma quickly broke the lip-lock and cursed. "Hiruma-kun?"
"Y-yeah, I'm here Mamori-chan." Kris didn't dare make eye contact with Hiruma and quickly turned, almost flying toward Mamori; her heart was racing like she was scared and her head was light, but she felt strangely happy.
"Ah, good... two students came to me, saying you were suicidal." She explained, turning the lights on. The back door to the room was just swinging shut and Hiruma was gone. "Are you okay? Your face is..."
"Ah, yeah. I was just working out... and... yeah." Kris said lamely, running a hand through her hair nervously. 'Oh shit... I can't believe I just...'
"Oh, okay... so you're alright?" Mamori smiled and Kris nodded slowly. "... Kris?" She waved her hand a few inches from Kris's face and she looked up with a start. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah! I'm fine!" Kris nodded quickly. "Just perfect..." she muttered while entertaining the idea of skipping practice tomorrow as she walked beside Mamori toward the school gate.
"Where have you been Hiruma?" Kurita asked as he walked into the club and swung himself onto the change counter.
"Work-out room." He answered simply, leaning back and closing his eyes.
"Oh, okay..."
"Hey, Fatass?" Hiruma asked, looking over at him just as he was about to leave the club.
"Hm?" Kurita turned and looked at Hiruma questioningly.
"How would the damn wolf react to some idiot making a move on his sister?" He asked curiously.
"... I don't know. But it would probably be a lot like you on a bad day." Kurita answered. "Why?" He asked curiously.
"Just for the information." Hiruma shrugged and pulled out his black book.
"Oh, okay. See you on Monday." Kurita said before leaving with a smile and a wave.
"Hn..." Hiruma scribbled a few lines in his book. "Might be worth it to see how I look on a bad day." He muttered with a small smirk, clicking his pen back in.
"I'll see you on Monday then." Kris said as she climbed the steps of the porch; her house was on the way to Mamori's.
"Oh! I almost forgot!" Mamori handed Kris a note. It read:
To whom it may concern,
Kris is to be excused from all classes for the day of Saturday, May 17th. She had an allergic reaction to cocoa and is in need of rest.
Kris couldn't read the signature, but then it was a doctors note scribbled on a piece of paper that looked like it came out of a doctor's office anyway. "Ah, thanks! So that's my excuse...?" Kris frowned at the note. 'Damn, Hiruma's good...' she thought.
"Yes, I didn't know that you were allregic to cocoa...?" Mamori said curiously.
"Yeah, but only in large quantities." She nodded with a yawn. "Gah... I'll see you Monday, I think I'll sleep for today and tomorrow." Mamori nodded and started walking to her own house with a wave. Kris slipped off her shoes and headed for her room.
"Kris..." Kyle said gruffly. Kris froze.
'My God, he sounds like Dad.' Kris thought, surprised. "Ah... yea, Ky?" She smiled nervously and scratched the back of her neck, turning to the living room. He stood and walked into the hall.
"I got a call from your school today... you were 'sick' with an allergy that I didn't know you had." He stated, looking her straight in the eye.
"... uh..." Kris pulled the note from her pocket.
"... oh really?" Kyle raised a brow at the note. "Since when are you allergic?" He asked skeptically.
"Hey, I only found out about a month after you left... I've never really been a chocolate buff but Nick gave me a freaking huge sack... and... I couldn't resist. Half way through I realized I couldn't move my mouth and was taken to the hospital... I've been chocolate-free ever since." Kris said with a shrug; thinking, 'Hiruma knows more about me than my brother does... this is scary.'
"And so... why did you eat chocolate then?" Kyle asked, still skeptical.
"Because I didn't want to be rude to Mamori-chan's mom... and... I ended up eating five... or seven... they were good cookies!" She defended herself at his shaking his head. "And I didn't come home because you had your girlfriend over." Kris said before he chould ask.
"I'm going to call Anezaki-sama and check your story." Kyle warned her.
"That's cool..." Kris resisted the urge to swallow.
"What is Mamori-san's home phone number?" Kyle asked, walking into the kitchen to the phone. Kris scrolled through her phone book and rattled off the number. "... Anezaki-san? This is Wolfe Kyle, my little sister spent the night at your house last ni-... oh? Yes... okay... thank you." Kyle hung up the phone. "Okay... so you were sick." Kris switched to staring accusingly at him from being nervous immediately. "Hey, I was just checking your story... you know how I used to say I was sleeping over at Terry's house so that I could see Geina without Mom and Dad knowing."
"Lie just so I wouldn't get in trouble?" Kris laughed. "I'd never do that." Kris stated bluntly with a convincing frown. "Besides, I don't like anyone." She added, turning to go to her room.
"My mistake." Kyle shrugged and headed for the living room.
"... h-hey, Ky?" Kris turned and Kyle poked his head back out of the living room door. "Ah... how long have you known Hiruma?"
"Hm... three or four years, why?"
"Nothing!" She chirped and turned to go to her room.
"Hm... wonder what her problem is..." Kyle muttered, scratching the back of his head and flopping back on the couch to watch TV again.
"... Niiiiiick... pick up your fucking phooooone!" Kris whined pitifully at her friend's voicemail before flipping her phone closed. She wasn't even regretting kissing Hiruma, she was just surprised that she had been so impulsive. "How the hell am I going to go to practice Monday...?" Kris groaned, going to her bathroom to brush her teeth and take a shower.
Afterward, she flopped on her bed and fell asleep almost immediately.
"Uwah?!" Kris yelled, finding herself suddenly on the floor. The hand that had dragged her off let go of her ankle and she turned over on her back just in time to see blonde hair disappear out her door. "... is he writing a fucking book about how to wake people up?" Kris growled, sitting up and looking over her shoulder at her bed, her phone caught her eye and she stared at it for a few seconds before standing up and walking over to pick it up off her bed-side table. '1 missed call!' It flashed on the screen. '1 new message!' It alternated. Kris opened her phone and pressed the button that let her see who called. Nick. She pressed the 'listen to message' button.
"I'm sorry that I was in the middle of a drug deal, gosh... joking!" He chirped and chuckled. She had been just about ready to kill him, he would have known that. "Mmmm... I was actually trying to talk Laci into going out with me. She said that she saw a guy that looked like me in Japan... eh, prom's coming up and I don't wanna go with some random cheerleader! Come back to America!" Kris laughed at his whiney tone. "And don't laugh at me... well, call me back when you feel like talking to this poor, unworthy loser... later."
"Melodramatic much?" Kris muttered, putting her phone in her jeans pocket and running her hands through her hair quickly to get rid of bed-head, walked out of her door.
"Hm, so she's allergic to cocoa? That's interesting." Kris heard Hiruma say to Kyle as she walked into the kitchen.
"Yeah, I never knew that either..." Kyle nodded, taking a sip of what must have been coffee. "Morning, Kris." He greeted cheerfully. Kris was staring at Hiruma sitting at the table, also drinking coffee. "... Kris?" Kyle raised a brow at her.
"Oh, morning." Kris said, snapping her head up to look at Kyle. "Ah, I'll be... at the mall, later, Kyle!" She started walking briskly toward the door.
"Hold it, mutt!" Hiruma's voice halted her as she was slipping her shoes on. Kris swallowed slowly and a brief flash of remembrance of her lips on his made her stomach flip over. "You still owe me practice from yesterday." He reminded her.
"... yeah..." she nodded, not turning. Hiruma's chair scrapped the floor.
"Later, damn wolfe." Hiruma walked to the front door and opened it, Kris went out and he shut it behind them.
"Later y'all!" He called, pouring himself another cup of coffee.
There was a tense silence uncharacteristic to either of the two as they walked down the sidewalk. Kris's stomach growled loudly and she slapped a hand to her forehead. "Good grief..." she growled, trying to ignore Hiruma's humored smirk that he shot at her over his shoulder.
"You're not hungry are you?" He asked offhandedly.
"No..." Her stomach contradicted her with another growl. "Not at all."
"M-hm..." Hiruma reached back and grabbed her hand, pulling her into a random restraunt. "I don't need you fainting on the field, You probably haven't eaten since... what? lunch the day you got wasted, and you chucked that up before you passed out." Hiruma informed her, pulling her to a booth and sitting down on the other side. Kris sat slowly and looked around to avoid looking at him.
"Good morning, what would you like to drink?" The waitress walked up, she gave a nervous glance from Hiruma to Kris.
"Coffee, black." Hiruma stated. "And, she'll have coffee with extra cream and sugar." The waitress wrote it down and walked away while Kris blinked at him.
"How'd you...?" She trailed off.
"I have ways." Hiruma shrugged and took out his gum, folding it neatly in a napkin. The silence that followed was only broken by the waitress coming back and setting their respective coffee in front of them.
"Have you decided what you'd like to eat?" The waitress asked, Kris realized with a start she hadn't even noticed the menus in front of them.
"Not yet." Hiruma answered, taking a sip of his coffee. The waitress nodded and walked off with a promise that she would be back after a while. Kris took one of the menus and slid down in her seat. "Damn mutt...?"
"Y-yeah?" She swallowed, scanning the menu for something that would leave her with enough money to go to the mall later.
"I'm paying this time... pick whatever you want." Kris glanced at him over her menu and saw that he was sitting sideways, watching the other people in the restraunt.
'Is he on crack?' Kris thought, staring at him for a few seconds, knowing that there was a blush creeping up her cheeks. 'Or maybe I am...' she took a small sip of her coffee and felt a rush of calm as the warm liquid hit her stomach which was currently doing flips. "Ah, no... I can pay." She cleared her throat and raised her menu again when he turned to look at her. A long finger hooked the top of her menu and pulled it down so that his eyes met hers.
"You could also go back out with Lank, but you seem to have chosen me..." Hiruma raised a brow at her red tinged face. She swallowed slowly and shrunk further behind her menu. Hiruma chuckled and let her menu come back up.
'He's so fucking calm about it... like... oh my God... he knew I liked him, bastard.' She thought, frowning and lowering her menu slightly. "What, so does this mean you like me?" Kris set her menu down and crossed her arms rebelliously, he was looking at the rest of the restraunt again. Hiruma glanced over at her from the rest of the restraunt, she noticed the person behind Hiruma turn around in his booth and peered over at them.
"... yes." Hiruma nodded slowly, seeming to contemplate saying anything for a few seconds before he spoke. He turned to face her and rested his chin on a palm.
"And you knew I liked you before... yesterday?" She asked, swallowing.
"Hehe, yeah." He chuckled and shrugged with a short smirk. "You were actually pretty obvious." He took another sip of his coffee just as the waitress came back with the pot and poured some more in his cup; she also topped off Kris's.
"Ready to order, Hiruma-sama?" The waitress asked, looking at him expectantly.
"Number one." He said, not even glancing at her from Kris.
"Five." Kris said, smiling at the waitress, she received a smile back that seemed to hold some sort of pity in it before the waitress walked off to give their orders to the cook, they lapsed into silence again.
"Here you are." The waitress set their plates in front of them, startling a spaced-out Kris. "Enjoy," she walked off.
Kris started eating, finished in a few minutes while Hiruma took his time and was less than half-done when Kris pushed her plate away. A summer rain started tapping lightly on the window they sat at, quickly picking up tempo into a pour.
"Hm... you're going to have fun running in this." Hiruma commented, looking at the window and pushing his plate away.
"What?" Kris gapped at him, watching him unwrap a piece of gum and pop it into his mouth.
"What, you thought I was kidding about you owing me practice?" Hiruma smirked and slid out of the booth. Kris slid out of the other side and followed him to the door.
"... it's hard to tell with you." Kris defended herself, looking out at the pouring rain. She noticed that no one stopped them to make them pay the bill and then remembered that she was with Hiruma. The rain had made the air cooler and Kris shivered, not wanting to step out from under the small awning that the restraunt had over it's door and into the rain. Hiruma pulled her back to his chest and muttered in her ear:
"I'll let you do the pushups in the weight room, make you feel better?" Kris shook her head and rolled her eyes.
"Not really... can't I put it off for... y'know a drier time... like tomorrow?" She turned her head up to look at him, her face less than an inch away from his. Her face was tinged with red again.
"Hm..." was he actually considering it? "Nah, today is fine." He smirked and let go of her, walking out into the rain. Kris hurried after him and walked beside him to the school, he pulled out a key and unlocked the school gate, let them both in and locked it behind them before heading to the field. "Ten laps forward." Hiruma informed her, leaning close to her ear to be heard. "Don't make me get my gun powder wet." He added and she let out a large sigh before starting off at a quick jog which eventually led into a practiced run.
One lap... two... five... eight... Kris stopped in front of Hiruma with her hands locked behind her head to catch her breath. Sweat mixed with rain as the sky continued to pour.
"Hm... now do it backwards." Hiruma commanded.
"Gah..." Kris sighed. "I'm going to fucking trip or slip..." she started running backwards and finished her ten laps after about an hour. Hiruma was still in the same place that she'd left him, the rain was still pouring, and she was still cold and soaked to the bone.
"Well, you only slipped five times." Hiruma smirked, his hair was- scarily- still defying gravity and his clothes clung to his body.
"Sure, look at the bright side..." Kris muttered, wiping sweat and rain from her eyes, she took another step which slipped out from under her and tripped her forward. Hiruma caught her forearms and her sneakers skidded to the side as she grabbed the front of his shirt, closing her eyes in reaction to knowing that she would fall... she didn't.
"You're such a clutz." Hiruma rolled his eyes and Kris opened hers. Hiruma switched one of his arms to her waist and tried to get her to let go of his short with his other. Kris let go quickly and took a few steps back, her feet flew out from under her and she splashed gracefully into the layer of mud and water that coated the field. Hiruma broke into laughter immediately.
"Gah!" Kris tried to sit up with her arms braced behind her back- only to slip again. "... this is so not funny..." Kris growled and kicked out her foot to hook around Hiruma's ankle, she pulled forward and Hiruma slipped with a sucking splash onto his back.
"The fuck...?!" Hiruma sputtered, sitting up and wiping mud from his eyes.
"Haha... you slipped... clutz." Kris sat up slowly- grinning widely- and was able to stay up without slipping again. it wasn't until Hiruma was on his knees and reaching behind his back that Kris realized that running would be her smartest option. She struggled to stand but only slipped again and fell back into the mud. She looked up and saw Hiruma standing over her with- of course- a gun that was trained on her, his finger twitched on the trigger and a slurping click along with muddy ooze squirting from the barrel made her laugh.
"Shut up... now after you do your fucking push ups you have to help clean my guns." Hiruma sneered, wiping the smile from her face. Mud ran down his face as the rain washed it from his hair.
"Okay... just as soon as I can stand." Kris mumbled and rolled over to her stomach and got on her knees then to her feet. She almost slipped again, but Hiruma caught her elbow and headed for the gym's weight room since it was closer than the club and they could walk through it to get closer to the club without having to go through the rain. Kris was glad once they hit the steps and she could walk without the worry of slipping, Hiruma let her elbow go and took out the keys from his pocket again as he jogged up the steps, leaving muddy footprints in his wake. He opened the door and waited for Kris to run in and remove her shoes before letting the door close again and locking it again before turning on the lights and walking across the gym with his shoes still on. Kris shook her head and picked her own up before walking to the weight room while he rummaged in a closet. She turned on the lights and looked around. A towel socked her in the back of the head and Hiruma walked past her with his own towel around his neck. Kris wrapped the towel around her neck after wiping her face off. "Let's do that again!" She smile at Hiruma's glare.
"You just want to watch me fall down again so that you don't look like an idiot." Hiruma accused, leaning back against a bench press bar.
"There a problem with that?" Kris asked, chafing her shoulders against the combined power of rain and air conditioning.
"Nope, but you might want to start on your two hundred pushups." Hiruma informed her, taking out a hand gun and sliding the clip out, tossing it in a trash can across the room and starting to clean the mud out with his towel. "I was serious about those push ups." He looked up at her from his work. Kris sighed and dropped her towel on the bench press bench before dropping down and starting her pushups. "Keep your butt down." He said with a smirk lacing his voice.
"Gah, you know I hate pushups!" Kris growled, trying to use the proper technique. "Nit picky quarterback." She muttered, Hiruma laughed and started counting once she finally started doing her pushups correctly.