Chapter Fifteen: A Gift Of Sorts
Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21.
Song Playing: Witch Doctor
Theme 21: New
The first thing Mamori noticed upon her arrival at the clubhouse was that it was-once- again under construction. The first wave of feeling that came over her was a sense of pride for their victory. Her first thought was that she had to find a new place to work. The first question that popped into her head was, 'What else could we possibly add on?'
At this point she didn't think that there was anything else they could possibly need. They had already gained a locker room, meeting room, underground arsenal, a house for Cerberus, and a few other miscellaneous additions. Weaving her way through the small sea of construction workers and football players she kept an eye out for Hiruma, or Musashi- whoever she happened to spot first.
It just so happened that the two where together.
Musashi was scratching the back of his head thoughtfully as Hiruma pointed at the blueprint- giving his specific orders. The two didn't even notice her arrival until her started talking to them. "What are you building this time? An equipment room?"
They looked up at her for a moment before returning to the paper before them. The quarterback popped his gum. "No, an office."
"Office?" The manager looked over at the frame work that was being put up. "You're building an office? Why?"
"For you, fucking manager." He didn't even bother looking up that time.
Mamori was honestly shocked by his blatant answer. There was a slight color to her cheeks. "For me? Why Hiruma-kun that's rather-"
"Can't afford to have you lose our strategies or have a mental breakdown because you can't have an quiet place to think this close to our goal." He rolled up the plans and tucked them under his arm. "It should be done in a week. Start packing up everything and get ready to move. I also need the footage from last week's game by player position before tomorrow."
She let out a sigh. "-kind of you."