Chapter Five: Should Have Known
Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21.
Song Playing: Kryptonite
Theme 92: Trap
"Damn fucking brats! It'll be the marathon from hell when I get my hands on them!" A booming but familiar demonic voice echoed though out the deserted football field. Well, mostly deserted anyway.
"Hiruma-kun?" Mamori's tone could only be described as a cross between confusion, amusement, and complete disbelief. "Is that you?"
A stream of swears confirmed her earlier guess.
"What are you-"
His voice clearly stated he didn't want to talk about it. "Not another damn word."
"Are you okay? You're not hurt are you?" She asked him.
He scoffed. "Fine. I'm fucking peachy."
"All right, just stay there and I'll be back with a ladder." With that she turned and ran back to the clubhouse.
As she took off she could hear the quarterback mumbling to himself. "Where the hell am I going to go? It's not like I can fucking just get up and walk away... should have known not to trust those damn brats with filling up the fucking mine holes... damn idiots think that putting a tarp over it helps... idiots. I'm working with god damn fucking idiots."
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