Title: Who's the Fool?
Theme: HiruSena for April fool's Day 2009
Author: Tania Dick
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't have the privilege of owning Eyeshield 21 (that honour belongs to the respective owners). I have simply *cough* borrowed* the players for the purpose of setting them in unreal situations..... *read torture*
- Italics - = thoughts
[[words]] = Author's comments (this site doesn't like the greater than/ less than signs so there may be some "author" comments floating around that i missed when i was re-separating them *sweat*)
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Chapter 3 = The Beginning of the End
The next half hour was a blur to Sena as he followed the tall blonde, his head abuzz with conflicting thoughts. - Does Hiruma really have no clue that this is a set up? But if he does know..... HIIIII! I am so dead! T^T - Sena was so agitated he couldn't focus on anything but the ground and the lean black school pants walking ahead of him. He remembered pausing and getting into a cab, sparing a quick glance at the cab driver before returning to looking at his knees. He hadn't remembered Hiruma calling out for one...but then would Hiruma really need to?
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After Suzuna had finally succeeded in gaining Mamori's cooperation; they'd all sat down and discussed it on that first evening. Yukimitsu and Mamori had both been in agreement that the most likely method that would succeed would be to somehow convince Hiruma that it had been his idea from the beginning - it was a long shot, but then this entire enterprise was a long shot to begin with. What's more, despite all expectations it appeared to be working but Sena was still unsure if that was a good thing...
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"Oi fucking chibi!" Hiruma's sharp bark brought him out of his musings. The cab had stopped and the tall blonde was looking down on him from outside the door, "time to go fucking shrimp". Sena hurried to comply, scrambling towards the door. A low whistle brought him to a stop just as he cleared the door. The cab driver was eyeing him in an uncomfortable way, lingering over the brunette's slight frame before turning back to the young blonde "Not a bad catch this time." He commented eyes flicking towards Sena in explanation. - This time? - Sena pondered oddly.
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"If I want your opinion; I'd have ASKED for it!" was the clipped reply, making the cab driver face the front quickly. "We'll be back in 10. Wait for us" was the following command.
"...Hey Mac, if I wait for you are you actually gonna pay me this time?" "Mind your own fucking business and I'll think about it!" was the terse reply. The cabbie shrugged watching them in his rear view mirror, "...poor sod" Sena heard him mutter before Hiruma grabbed his shoulder and yanked him out of the way, slamming the car door and pushing him in the direction they were travelling.
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A few moments later after following Hiruma with hunched shoulders and a sinking stomach, Sena began to register his surroundings. Walking up some metal stairs that echoed hollowly as they stepped, Sena realised they were in an area that he'd never been in before. It was also quite some distance away from school. - How far does Hiruma live? How can he get to school on time? We must be nearly in the city by now! - Deimon was a relatively quiet area with pleasant atmosphere and shops and other necessities in close proximity. This area looked like it was one of the major cities [[I'm not good with geography so insert a Kantou region big city here, the ones with neon lights etc... Shibuya? Tokyo?]]. Then again given the cab driver's familiarity and obedience to Hiruma, distance was probably not a concern for him (why would it when you can access free taxi rides because of a 'little black book'...). It was a pretty well off area though, much more 'higher end' than the deimon suburbia that Sena was used to inhabiting.
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He was brought out of his musings when he suddenly bumped into the taller boy's back as the blonde came to halt outside a door. Jumping back quickly he hurriedly muttered an apology as a pair of narrowed jade eyes looked at him and a gum bubble popped. The older boy turned back to the door fishing a key out of his bag; edging around cautiously Sena was confronted with the sight of a black door numbered 666 [[Its HIRUMA! Of course we're all gonna have him live at the Devil's number *evil grin*]]. A large sweatdrop formed on the back of his head as he quickly righted himself and concentrated on the centre of the aqua blazer in front of him.
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As the demon opened the door and went in, Sena was suddenly mindful of his manners - Eeee! I didn't bring a gift[1]! But would Hiruma even accept a gift? What would I even have gotten him?! -
"Fucking Chibi, you coming in or not?" snapped him out of his reverie. Gingerly bowing himself in, the young runningback entered the former quarterback's apartment with considerable trepidation.
"Oj-Ojama Shi-Shimasu [2]" Eyes wide Sena entered expecting to see a grim dungeon with various weapons pointing straight at him while grisly remains adorned the walls - in other words a typical abode for a resident from Hell.
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Instead, a pleasantly lit contemporary styled apartment greeted his eyes, the lighting arranged to provide a calming environment to relieve one from the stress of the day. Various shades of pale dove grey, blues and off white were artistically placed to be pleasing to the eye. The furnishings were stainless steel glass topped coffee tables, white & black sofas in the open plan living room merging into an open kitchen with a dark granite benchtop & bar. Sena didn't know much about architecture or design but even he could see that everything while spartan, was of the best quality, displaying a type of functional opulence. When he thought about it, everything he could see in the main rooms was typical of the tall blonde that owned them - tasteful and elegant, displaying the young man's wealth and power without going over the top (which was strange given the casino style clubhouse he had designed for them). A corner of his mind noticed with a wry internal grin the odd things that, while you wouldn't have expected the blonde to own weren't too surprising once you thought about it. In a way they simply reflected the odd quirks of their team member's mind - like the black & white plush faux fur cow print rug in the middle of the living room, or the splashes of red in the room breaking the stark black & white decor: a set of red porcelain candle holders with black candles in a out of the way corner; a large red velvet beanbag in front of the gaming console by the living room television; a single red poppy in a small white vase with black detailing set on a small pyramid of square plates of stacked white, black and red on one of the stainless steel glass topped tables over by the wall.
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All this was observed in a mere few seconds of sweeping his eyes around the open space as he waited for his sempai to remove his shoes and head further in. Once Hiruma had removed his shoes and padded towards the kitchen area, Sena removed his own shoes and cautiously followed suit. Once out of the hallway, he shyly stood in a corner holding onto his bags watching Hiruma as he dived into the fridge, "Dump your shit over on the couch" Hiruma said gesturing randomly without removing his head from the fridge. As Sena complied he watched Hiruma step back from the fridge with a can in his hand, which he promptly opened and chugged half of it down. "Ahhhh!" came the sated gasp from Hiruma as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "You wanna beer?" He asked after a pause that suggested that he'd only just remembered that he should play host. Sena shook his head vehemently - Beer?!...ar-aren't we underaged? - It was yet another display of Hiruma's complete disregard for the law. Shrugging Hiruma headed towards a door situated between the kitchen and the living room, "......make yourself comfortable, I'll be back once I've changed." Nervously Sena sat himself on the edge of the sofa where he'd placed his school things. Glancing back at the closing door Hiruma had gone thru Sena spotted what looked to be - Stairs?!...J-just how big is Hiruma's apartment! -
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It was awkward sitting alone in the room like that. Even though Hiruma had said to make himself comfortable, Sena wasn't very sure if he wanted Hiruma to return and catch Sena pretty much staring at the place (since Sena couldn't help but take surreptitious glances around as if Hiruma might be still around waiting for him to mess up)...he might think Sena was 'spying'...and Sena definitely did not want to have to deal with the obvious repercussions of that scenario; which meant that he spent his time just sitting on the couch, looking at his knees or his feet and feeling nervous and miserable.
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A few moments later - was it hours? - Sena turned to face the creaking door behind him as it opened, only to have his jaw drop in shock. The spiky blonde locks glistened in the subdued lighting, obviously having just been washed. Hiruma was still wearing his trademark black but the usual casuals were now replaced with black Armani pants and an untucked black silk shirt buttoned low on the neck revealing Hiruma's pale skin and thin collarbones. The low v-neck also framed the two silver chains around his neck. One, a heavy stainless steel chain hugging close to the base of the neck; the other, a silver chain of medium thickness with a small cross dangling past the 'v' just above the first button. The cross had emerald green gemstones set at the ends and in the intersection. Gone were the double hoops in Hiruma's long ears. The outer piercings being plain silver studs whilst on the right ear, the inner piercing was a sparkling green gem stud. The inner piercing on the left ear was a thin silver hoop with a small dangling cross to match the necklace, also mounted with a matching pattern of green. The blonde youth was currently affixing a silver Rolex to his wrist whilst under his arm he carried expensive black leather Cubans [[I think that's what they're called - it a men's dress shoe with big heels 'Cuban heels']].
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The older boy looked impeccably groomed, refined and impossibly elegant. He currently had his mouth closed; with the fangs hiding and his pointed ears, he really LOOKED like the Elf that Suzuna jokingly called him. Finished with the watch; the shoes now loosely carried in his hand, Hiruma feeling eyes on him looked up and smirked when he espied Sena's shocked gape. The dim part of the brunette's brain that was still processing commented - when he shows his fangs he starts to look like one of those really gorgeous vampires the girls all rave about from those books ...He looks really.......sexy ... - it wasn't until the gentle pressure under his chin forcing him to close his mouth, that he realised that Hiruma's bright emerald eyes were only inches away from his face. He was leaning; one arm crossed in front of his body and resting on the back of the couch to support his weight. "What's the matter fucking chibi? See something you like?" Sena flushed bright red in embarrassment and quickly turned away; hunching over, hands forming cold sweaty fists on his knees and focusing his attention in a similar direction - namely the floor.
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Hiruma chuckled deep in his throat at the smaller brunette's wide eyed reaction. When he had noticed the younger boy staring he'd been sorely tempted to trap the boy's soft pink lips - if only to watch the little shit panic, - ...but we have a movie to catch - Hiruma sighed, but he had agreed to this so he supposed that he should see it through to the end. The kid's hair had practically stood on end - like a startled little kitten - from Hiruma's sardonic little comment. It was really quite fucking amusing watching the brat sweat as he wondered what Hiruma was likely to do during the date. Sena's big brown eyes practically made the kid an 'open book' for someone like Hiruma to read. It was startling obvious just how unsettled the kid was for this date of theirs. It was going to take almost all of the blonde's patience to get the fucking brat to relax enough so that he could enjoy the date as promised. "C'mon fucking Chibi, we'll be late for the movie!" He casually patted the boy's shoulder as he walked past towards the door and felt the electrified shiver in the small brunette's body as he jumped from the sudden contact. As he headed for the door, Hiruma had trouble wiping the predatory grin from his face before putting on his shoes and waiting for the boy.
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"H-Ha-Hai!" Sena yelped, almost leaping out of his skin as Hiruma's hand descended onto his shoulder. Getting up from the couch, he paused. "A-anoo Hiruma-san....sh-should I be taking my wallet?" he hadn't been sure if the demonic ex-captain would make him pay for the so called 'date' and had taken out some money out just in case. An elegant blonde eyebrow raised itself "Who's taking who for a fucking date?" "Yu-You are Hiruma-sa-k-kun" Sena answered suddenly remembering Suzuna's insistence that Sena use the more familiar honourific to help fool Hiruma, only slightly stuttering over the words. "Exactly Fucking Chibi, so why would you need the fucking wallet?!" Sena found himself the recipient of another confusing green eyed glare. Confusing, in the fact that there didn't seem to be any anger in the gaze. Irritation and annoyance were easily identifiable and most definitely there, but if Sena didn't know any better he'd have said that Hiruma seemed almost pleasantly amused by his question. After a few seconds of further dithering, he left his wallet with his bag - he'd just have to gather his courage and ask Hiruma if he needed to borrow any money (provided the demon decided to actually pay instead of blackmailing as he was wont to do). Sena then quickly scrambled into his shoes and followed Hiruma out the door.
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As Hiruma locked the door to his apartment, he couldn't help but feel rather pleased at the fact that the smaller boy had called him 'Hiruma-kun' not once but twice. Granted, He'd been nervous about it - but the more familiar '-kun' provided a greater indication of the possibilities, that could be more acceptable than when he was being addressed at the more respected and distanced title of '-san'. "That's twice that you've addressed me as '-kun' fucking Pipsqueak" he mentioned sneaking another look at the younger boy.
"I I have?...I'm s-sorry Hiruma-s-san. I I won't do it again!" the kid dithered, again commencing with that ridiculous bowing - Che! Didn't we get him to stop that bullshit already? - "It's fine, we're fucking dating aren't we?!" He stated with a toothy grin, fully enjoying the spectacle of the kid turning beet red as he processed the information, pausing mid bow.
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- Eh! Eh! Eh! Wait! What...oh right...this is... we're dating so um yeah - Sena paused as his mind processes ground to a halt. He sneaked another look up at the blonde only to hurriedly turn away as he caught those green eyes again. He hadn't realised just how unsettling it was being the Sole recipient of Hiruma's characteristic glower. - ...He's not stopping me from calling him that...so, that's good rite? Suzuna and Mamori-neechan both said as long as he accepts this then I've probably got a better chance of coming out of this alive once we spring the 'April fools' on him.... I hope....T^T -
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Hiruma watched the lithe runningback hit panic mode as he mind slowly stopped then started again. It was fucking fascinating watching the emotions chase each other across the little pipsqueak's face. He gestured for Sena to follow him as he led the way back to the cab, trying to think of a way to calm the brunette down - it's not like he needed another earful from the fucking manager anyway. Did the half-pint really need to walk around with the look of a condemned man?
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[1] Japanese custom is usually to bring a gift when you enter someone's house for the first time. (also from my Japanses phrase book lolz)
[2] According to my Japanese phrase book this is what we're supposed to say when visiting someone at their home