Dodges rotten fruits and veggies- yes... 'tis an update... after a month... God I'm such a bad person DX

Disclaimer: Riichiro Inagaki an Yusuke Murata can update their freaking awesome comic: Eyeshield 21 every week but I can't even update this story once a month... therefore ES21 clearly does not belong to me.

"No!" Kris sat up, unable to remember why she was yelling and unaware of where she was. She felt her heart racing against the inside of her rib cage and she stared forward until her room became distinguishable from the darkness.

"Kris?" A voice questioned from somewhere in the darkness.

"H-Hiru... Hiruma." She panted and struggled to free her legs from her blankets. Long fingers held her legs still before tugging the covers calmly away. Weight settled next to her and she reached out a timid hand to feel a shirt and a warm chest beneath it.

"You don't have to grope me." Hiruma stated with a hint of laughter in his voice.

"I could say the same for you yesterday." Kris defended, withdrawing her hand; satisfied that he was really there.

"I didn't gro-"

"You thought about it."

"Thinking isn't the same as doing." Hiruma muttered.

"Yeah... I know. Speaking of doing... what are you doing in my room?" Kris asked as her eyes adjusted to the darkness and the outline of Hiruma's hair became slightly visible- it looked flatter than usual. Hiruma chuckled darkly before saying:

"You!" Kris suddenly saw everything like a light had been turned on. It wasn't Hiruma who sat on- and was suddenly pinning her to- her bed, it was Agon.

"Damn mutt! Wake up!"

"Nnn... you're not gonna..."

"Mutt!" Hiruma snapped irately and Kris's eyes snapped open.

"H-Hiruma...?" Kris's eyes darted around the room quickly as her heart sped agaisnt the inside of her ribcage and then focused back on his moonlit dark grey eyes. "Let me up..." she stated, looking to either side where her hands were pinned to the bed. Hiruma complied warily. "Why were you...?"

"Because you fucking tried to punch me when I came near you, you were muttering something about a 'dreaded bastard'. Either it's a fucker you're scared of, or it's a fucker with dreads and you're scared of him. I'm pretty sure my guess is close."

"Y... yeah... s-sorry." Kris ran a hand through her hair and brought her knees up to her chest.

"Hn... whatever, it's okay." He said, sitting on the edge of her bed. Kris was watching him warily and Hiruma looked at her oddly. "What?"

"That's where he sat..." She whispered.

"Fucking hell..." Hiruma rolled his eyes. "I'm. Not. Fucking. Him." Hiruma stated, taking her head in both hands and forcing her to look at him.

"You... he..." Kris stuttered.

"... c'mere." Hiruma moved so that he was cross legged on her bed and patted his thigh. Kris moved so that she was in his lap shyly and relaxed when his arms wrapped around her. "What happened?" He asked soothingly. Kris looked up at him in surprised and then leaned against his chest.

"I woke up from a dream..." she started. "Inside the nightmare." She growled when she felt his chest expand with a speaking breath. "You- at least I thought it was you- were in my desk chair I think and came over and sat on the edge like you just did... but... when I asked what you were doing in my room... you turned into Agon and... you didn't... like usual..." Kris rambled softly.

"Hn... shut up. I'm here now." Hiruma ruffled her hair reassuringly. After five minutes of sitting in silence Hiruma cleared his throat and said, "morning practice begins in a half hour, you might want to change into some fucking workout clothes."

"Okay..." Kris nodded, not moving.

"... Mutt..." Hiruma muttered.

"Huh?" She looked at him as if she was only just hearing him.

"Practice in half an hour, get ready." He repeated firmly.

"Oh! Okay." She quickly scrambled off his lap and flushed. "Sorry..." she scratched the back of her head before taking a school uniform out of her closet and folding it into a duffle bag. She ran a brush through her hair and pulled on some socks before opening the door of her room. "Let's go." He wasn't in her room though.

"Way ahead of you." He called from down the hall.

"Cheater..." she muttered, closing her door behind her and following him down the hall and into the kitchen.

"What happened to telling me 'later'?" Coach Wolfe asked from the table, looking over his newspaper, which must have been just out of pure habit because it was all written in Jpanese characters.

"I was tired so I fell asleep as soon as Hiruma left." Kris replied. "Sorry, I forgot."

"Looks like you are going..." he stated as he stood, folding up the paper and letting it drop.

"Yeah... looks like you're going too." She commented, shifting her bag nervously. That would seriously constrict her ability to do anything at all during practice.

"Yep." He smiled that easy going smile that he and Kyle shared, only his face wrinkled more than Kyle's from twenty or so years worth of more use.

"Great." She replied and felt Hiruma tug on her shirt. She turned to follow him out the door with Coach Wolfe following behind them.

Once they reached the field, Hiruma opened the club door and walked in, turning the lights on in the process. Kris set her duffle bag down and watched Coach Wolfe look around with a raised brow.

"Is this a Casino or a locker room?" He muttered as he looked around. Kris smiled and took hold of a handle on the roulette table and pulled it up, displaying the opposite side of the table that was fashioned like a football field.

"It's both I guess." She let it back down and shrugged. Hiruma had disappeared into the change rooms and she decided to wait until he came out before she put her duffle bag in her locker space. Despite the fact that he probably would not have shown her the same respect of privacy.

"Have you heard from Nick lately?" Wolfe broke the silence that had settled between them.

"Yeah, he called last night." She supplied, looking at the days on the calendar. The Taiyo game was the next day and would decide who would play the Americans. Hiruma had been bearing down hard on the team lately, leaving them all more haggard and worn than usual by the end of practice. Kris was amazed that he was as fresh as ever when he walked home with her most days to hang out in her room. She shifted nervously at the remembrance of last night. Hiruma had never taken the physical part of their relationship that far before. She had liked it. A lot. But was concerned that he might take it farther next time and she wouldn't have a mind to stop him- exactly like she didn't last night. He was the first boy to ever have had his hand up her shirt. At all.

"Something wrong?" Hiruma's voice cut into her thoughts as he waved a long hand in front of her vision.

"Oh... uh... n-no, I'm fine." Kris smiled and scratched the back of her head. "Just waiting for you to finish changing before I went in to toss my stuff in my locker."

"Why?" He raised a brow at her. "Not like you used to give a damn."

"That was back when I 'hated' you." She smiled a bit at a time or two back when her and Hiruma were constantly fighting that she had walked in on him changing and went ahead to do whatever she had gone into the club to do before leaving again. Not like she hadn't gone through the lockerooms to get to her dad's office back at home.

Wolfe walked in through the door of the club, he had left her alone when she had started staring into space. "Nice field you got, but you've got to share it with the other teams, huh?" He grinned good naturedly at this, he never had to.

"Yeah," Hiruma replied with a shrug. "But they know to get the hell off when we go out to practice." He smirked with a challenging glimmer in his eye. "In Japan, Academics are more important than sports teams, fuckin' Coach." Hiruma said, crossing his arms.

"No pass, no play is our rule." Wolfe replied with a frown.

"And yet your school has football, soccer, baseball and softball fields; all separate... and the field for track and field events as well." Hiruma stated, looking in his black book. "Each one costed around two hundred fifty dollars to excavate and it costs around one hundred every time they get maintenance..."

"Wow..." Kris whistled.

"I just coach..." Wolfe shrugged. Team members had started showing up and filtering through to the change rooms. "I don't care about how much they spend to keep the fields my teams play on useable." Wolfe said just as Mamori came in.

"Coach Wolfe," she greeted him with a smile. Just like Kris and Kyle, Coach Wolfe had refused to let her use his surname and had asked her to call him either Coach Wolfe or David.

"Mornin', Mamori." Wolfe replied with an easy grin. "Can you tell me something? How could you possibly put up with this little varmint for a month?" Wolfe had put his arm affectionately around Kris's shoulders and ruffled her hair joshingly.

"She's no problem at all, sir." Mamori giggled when Kris pushed his hand away from her hair and covered her head. "It's Hiruma-kun I have the most trouble with." She sighed and crossed her arms.

"Hiruma gives everyone problems, that's nothing new." Kris said, peeking out from between her arms at the blonde with a grin that was close to her father's but not quite as large, though it held the same caiber of good humor.

"I'm not even going to fucking list the problems you give people, mutt." Hiruma stated from where he sat at the roulette table, waiting for the team to get out of the change rooms. "You make mine seem few."

"Do not... I don't break people's brains, will and spirit." Kris commented, letting her arms down from her head and standing with one hand on her hip. "Not all in one sentence anyway."

"That sounds horrifying." Wolfe said with a glance at Hiruma. "Is he really that bad?"

"Yep." Mamori and Kris chorused. Hiruma rolled his eyes snapping out a Heckler & Koch MP5 submachine gun and standing.

"Fuckin' mutt, start running around the field."

"Aw... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told the truth..." she said innocently. Hiruma fired a shot at her feet and she jumped into Wolfe's arms with a shout.

"You're going to get some fuckin' warm up laps in just like the rest of the team. They'll be out there just as you finish your second lap." He stated, walking up to her and her dad. "Besides, you need to run..." He stated, pinching her stomach. "... getting kind of flabby."

"Hey! That's mean..." Kris said, swatting his hand away and jumping down from her father's arms. "Maybe you should run too..." he said, poking his stomach through his jersey and pausing before she continued,"... wouldn't want to lose those." She pouted, unable to say that he was the least bit fat. 'Stupid skinny ass...' she thought with a sigh.

"Stop flirting and start running if you're going to." Wolfe commented and Mamori looked at him in shock before he ducked down to dodge a barrage of shots from Hiruma's Heckler & Koch.

"You'd do good to shut the fuck up." Hiruma glared. "We're not flirting." Kris thought she saw a bit of color in his face but passed it for him being angry.

"Yeah, Dad... Hiruma doesn't flirt. He insults, blackmails and cons people but flirting doesn't suit him." Kris said, grabbing Hiruma's hand and pulling him out of the club room. "We'll just be running..." Hiruma only just got another shot off that knocked over the chair sitting next to Wolfe before Kris had dragged him off.

"Huh... I never thought that they were flirting before..." Mamori mused with a small smile.

"Hm?" Wolfe grunted, looking at her curiously. "They always like that?"

"Usually they're at each other's throats, bantering I guess... calling names while Kris dodges and laughs and Hiruma-kun fires, promising she might die one of these days, daring her to stay still." Mamori explained what usually happened around the club house when the two were in proximity to each other. "I never thought about it as their way of flirting."

"That's the way she is, always insults and jibes and banter." Wolfe stated, smiling. "Glad I grew her up right."

"... what?" Mamori furrowed her brow at his hick grammar as well as the country accent that he had slipped into, which made it seem garbled.

"Glad I raised her correctly." Wolfe amended, forcing away his accent.

"That is what is correct in America? It is usually considered rude here..."

"That's the way we do it in my family. Give 'em character while they're young so that it'll get better with time and before you know it, you'll have someone who easily attracts people with their nonchalant insults and wittiness." Wolfe eyes were shining with passion as he smiled into space, away in his thoughts.

"So you just wanted your children to be liked by society by insulting them with good humor." Mamori summed up his speech as best she could understand it.

"In a nutshell," Wolfe winked with a nod.

'Nutshell...?' Mamori thought, wishing that Kris were here to translate her father's slang. They heard shots from outside and Kris's boisterous laughter as well as Hiruma's yelling and cussing, which quickly reversed.

The phrase: "I got your gun!" in the lilting taunt of Kris's voice sounded from outside then a confused: "How the hell do you work it...?" Before a shot was fired and Hiruma shouted:

"Watch it!"

"Oops! Sorry!"

"That's fuckin' it! Give me that!"

"Nooooo!" Kris stretched the single syllable word into a five syllable whine.

Shots followed as well as the sound of struggle from outside. Mamori sighed and shook her head as Kris started laughing madly and Hiruma was cackling, the gunfire had stopped.

"What the hell...?" Wolfe looked out the club door to see Kris laying on the ground on her stomach with Hiruma sitting on her back with her wrists pinned under his feet and his hands at the back of her neck with her face to the side so that she could breathe (or not since she was laughing her ass off). Hiruma's long, spindly fingers were teasing her neck, her ticklish spot. 'How'd he find that out...?' Wolfe thought as he watched Mamori run out to try and separate them with a broom in hand. Hiruma jumped off of Kris who lay laughing on the ground and ran off a few steps while pulling out a gun from seemingly nowhere. Kris was clutching her stomach as she laughed and Wolfe smiled as he leaned on the door jamb. 'She seems to have adjusted well.' He thought as her laughter died down and she lay there on the ground panting with a few random giggles.

"You going to fucking lay there all day?!" Shots again, and Kris was suddenly up and running her warm-up laps.