Disclaimer: As much as I wish it were... I do not own Eyeshield 21, if I did the world just might implode XD
A/N: There seriously needs more ES 21 fanfiction on it. Anyway this is kinda a practice piece for me, so tell me what you think. Criticism welcome, flamers I don't care. My first fic, so I'm really hyped just to have it. Mucho apologies for the shortness. I promise a nice full length story next time.
Warning: Slight Shonen-ai dun read if ya dun like.
Y A H A !
The first time Mamori noticed it, she had merely shrugged it off thinking that she was seeing things. The next few times, she blamed it solely on the fact that she had been spending too many late nights working and was just too exhausted to even think straight. However, now she knows she must be going crazy, because there's really no other way to logically explain it. So she just stands there still as stone, as Sena smiles at her with that little nervous smile, and Hiruma grins deviously with his arm loosely draped around Sena's waist. Mamori merely continues sweeping the area around her feet periodically as a good manager should, and as they walk past her, Mamori knows that once the image of Sena and Hiruma, together, that way, finally sinks into her mind, and once the initial shock wears off, she just might have to kill Hiruma.
R & R
Thanks for reading!
-Hikki