Lucky In Cards, Unlucky In Love

by Dozen and One Stars

It's the rapid fire, bullet proof broomsticks, curses, and the unspoken agreements that define Hiruma and Mamori's odd relationship at their best, worst and the area inbetween. After all it's just another day in paradise. 100 themes challenge. Oneshots.

2. Child Rearing

Chapter Two: Child Rearing

Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21.

School Project Arc: 2/3

Song Playing: Revenge Of A Middle Aged Woman

Theme 65: Scream

"I'm not feeding the damn thing!" Hiruma glared at the plastic doll and the girl holding it.

Mamori held out the still screaming child. "Oh yes you are!"

"Like hell I am! You love the stupid thing so much then you do it." He leaned down a little so he could stare her down properly.

She shifted their project so she was supporting her with one hand while the other poked in the chest. "I am not doing this on my own. We are going to pass and you are going to help. This is an equal partnership and I will not-"

"Um, guys?" Sena nervously interrupted the two. "Could you argue later?"

"Stay out of this, fucking pipsqueak!"

"Don't talk to Sena like that!"

Said boy retreated back to where the other players were safely residing a few feet away.

"Just feed the damn thing so we can get going!" Hiruma glanced aver at the clock. "Half time's almost over and I'm not going to waste precious strategy time just because you refuse to do your job."

"Excuse me?" Mamori's anger spiked as she pushed the baby into his arms. "You're not going anywhere until you start pitching in. I am not doing this alone and for your information you're the one whose been neglecting their responsibilities."

With that she stormed off, leaving the feared Deimon devilbat's quarterback holding a plastic baby in the middle of a crowded stadium.

You would have thought that such a scene would riot laughter, jeers, and jokes from everyone present. The fact was that the stadium had never been so quiet. There was some deep primal instinct for survival keeping them from taunting. One brave soul took a picture for the school's paper and the next day a dummy of him was burning in effigy in the end zone along with the roll of film.

Needless to say no one ever spoke of the incident.

"Fucking brats! What are you standing around for? The game ain't over yet! Get out there!"

The rest of the team quickly scattered onto the field.