Chapter Nine: Lover's Quarrel
Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21.
Song Playing: The Race Is On
Theme 40: Argue
Their fights were legendary around the school and all businesses in a three block radius of the clubhouse- that's how far their voices traveled when in top form. At first they were notorious. Everyone ducked and covered if there was even the faintest sound that resembled a bullet hitting a mop- surprisingly many things sounded like that when you were listening for it. Students began bringing earplugs to school and most buildings surrounding the school closed shop for a few hours during practice. No point in staying open when no one would come due to the noise.
A few weeks in, attitudes began to change. The fights were still loud but not even close to their former hostility and far less frequent. Students began daring to be with in a hundred yard radius of the football field while the two exchanged verbal blows- though they always made sure to be with in diving distance of shelter. Before too long it became routine; an insult here, a gunshot there, a well placed cleaning utensil and they were done.
Break came and went, bringing with it a turning point. Some new girl had declared herself the head cheerleader of the football team and made the fights less like a war zone and more like game. She became the referee, most amused spectator and bookie all in one. She even gave out odds. Bets were made on who would win, what they were fighting over, and how long the particular fight would last.
People even began looking forward to them. You could never tell where the argument would lead.
"Damn manager!"
"Insufferable tyrant!"
Ah, the sweet sound of enraged normalcy.
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