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
Sorry for the late entry - computer broke T^T
As a result, this may end up in a different location to where it was originally heading due to the 'breaking of the rhythm'. I'm going to try my best tho! Wish me luck!
Also trying to keep the paragraphs smaller - it just feels weird writing two sentence paragraphs lolz
Sena's easy to write (since I'm a clueless twit myself on a regular basis), but Hiruma's a pain! T^T
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Chapter 5 = Past Meetings
"So where did you wanna go for dinner?" Hiruma broke in through the Chibi's rattling. "D-Dinner?" was the wide eyed reply. "Yes Dinner. Where you eat food." The blonde replied sarcastically. The petite brunette flushed bright pink - Hiruma was finding that he rather liked being the one responsible for making that reaction. "I-I haven't really thought about it. A-anywhere's f-fine really" Sena was rather shocked to realise that he was enjoying HIRUMA's company - he'd respected the quarterback for many things, none the least making him discover and enjoy amefuto but he'd also known that Hiruma had a...sorta kind side. Not that the demonic blonde showed it to anyone, and Sena had been too wishful to remain alive than mention how he'd seen the blonde drop a block of ice into Yukimitsu's water during the previous year's tryouts. Granted the blonde probably didn't do anything unless there was a positive gain, but still...
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Hiruma rolled his eyes expressively. "There has to be a place that you've wanted to eat at - some high class restaurant or something?"
- High class? - "Eto...No um I mean well.... "Hiruma's scowl wasn't helping the brunette calm down enough to think - Eep! He's gonna be mad! - "urrr...ihaven'treallydonethisbeforesoanywhere'sfinereallyyoucanchoosehonestidon'tmind!" was Sena's high speed reply, holding his hands up placating.
Sena watched as the demon processed through his hastily returned answer with mounting trepidation - he hadn't wanted to admit that it was his first date...
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Hiruma scratched his head abstractedly "It's not that big a deal fucking chibi. What's the matter? First date?" he said with an evil grin as he loomed over the smaller boy. A wide eyed stare and an insistent shaking of the head answered him. "Hoooo?! So which is it? No - this isn't your first date? Or yes it is your first date?" he asked backing the boy into a pillar (Oh it was fun making the little shit sweat!) - Brat get's honest under pressure *smirk* - "Eto um ah well you see...um yeah...is my first date." Was the small voiced answer, the smaller boy hanging his head shamefacedly, grasping the hem of his shirt.
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The older blonde raised his eyebrows at that - Shit, I wasn't honestly expecting that to be the case......oh well lucky me *evil grin* - Given that the fucking shrimp was a high school star now, he would have thought that the chicks would have been falling over themselves to get some popularity and shit. Then again...given that the fucking manager would have been chasing off the gold-diggers and his own 'polite' warnings he should have expected that not to be the case (not that he was making it specifically hard for the runningback to score a date, he'd just wanted to make sure that this year: both tournament trophies were Deimon's without any outside distractions). Still...he was inordinately please to have stolen the little shit's First.
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"Fine" sighed the older blonde, "I gotta head to the john. Stay here and figure out whether you want Chinese or American or something, then I'll choose a restaurant."He said backing off from the smaller boy and ruffling the brunette's hair good naturedly before heading to the toilets. He paused "Don't get picked up while I'm gone" Hiruma smirked. Sena could only stare; one hand touching his hair as a slight pink brushed his cheeks - He didn't get angry...wait what did he mean 'get picked up'?... -
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After a few moments, when the shock of the moment had worn off Sena remembered that Hiruma would probably be angry if he didn't have an answer by the time he'd come back. It was now nearly 8.45pm according to his watch - oh rite dinner!...um I usually just have Japanese but Hiruma likes burgers, so maybe American like he said, but that's not really romantic...huh? Why do I want it to be romantic?! _ but maybe something else would be nice. Maybe we should try French? Wait! Isn't that too romantic? or maybe german - or wouldn't that be heavy? or maybe... - poor Sena was so engrossed with his decisions he failed the notice a passerby pause and take a double take.
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THUNK!! "Weeell lookie what the cat dragged in!" Sena jumped as a fist suddenly banged against the pillar just above his head and a familiar brutal face sneered down on him. "Eep! K-Ko-Koda-k-kun!" Cowering Sena's first instinct was to look for an avenue of escape but with the bully's cronies blocking his way; any escape routes were effectively sealed - why do they always come with Backup? - and Sena's speed advantage was now no longer valid.
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"Soooo nice to know you remember me... 'Cos I CERTAINLY remember you!" drawled the older man. Sena shivered at the undisguised malice in that voice. Koda had more reason than most bullies to hold a grudge and want to hurt him - Sena was part of the reason why he'd been expelled from their school.
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It was still one of Sena's favourite memories (scary but still a positive memory):
Koda had been an older boy of about 17. Due to several incidents he'd been held back in school and wound up transferring to Sena's Grade school [1] in the time before he'd had that fateful meeting with Riku - the time before he was able to run away. Needless to say Sena had immediately been targeted. It had been a weekend and Sena had been hustled into an alleyway by Koda because of some failed errand. Mamori-neechan having spotted them had immediately charged in to intervene but in the kerfuffle had been knocked out against a wall. "hmph serves the little bitch rite!" Koda had said wiping away at the scratches at his face "no matter I'll teach you how to behave the way a girl should do!" reaching towards the unconscious girl.
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6 year old Sena was already frightened by Koda's anger and even more so when Mamori-neechan had been knocked out, blood now dripping from her forehead. As the older boy reached for his friend; an unpleasant leer on his face, Sena had known that whatever he was about to do was much worse than any beating he'd received before. Almost without realising it he found himself scrambling forward to wrap himself around Koda's knees in an attempt to trip him and stop him from reaching his friend. "Le-Leave Mamori-neechan a-alone!"
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"You little brat! Get off!" The older boy had ruthlessly began kicking and punching the tiny brunette to shake him off "If that how you wanna play then I'll sort you out first, then make you watch!" Sena hurt and dazed had continued to hand on tenaciously. He was positive he was going to die - he hurt so much. He'd already lost hold of Koda's leg but as long as Koda was hitting and kicking at his curled up body against the wall; he wasn't going for Mamori-neechan. Sena just prayed that she'd wake up soon and get away to somewhere safe - find grownups or something.
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A hand painfully grabbed his hair, pulling his head up; the world was going dark he could barely see out of his eyes. He could remember the feel of what might have been blood dripping from his nose and down his head. He'd been in too much pain to register anything but mild confusion when he felt fingers roughly touching his chest, his clothes must have been ripped off during the beating it wasn't uncommon. He should have been scared...he was scared but he didn't have the energy to fight anymore.
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Then there were soft touches along the bare skin of his body. He hadn't liked those, if he could have run then he would have - but then Mamori-neechan would be in trouble. Sena had only the strength left to shiver and close his eyes to shut out the murky shadows looming over him when the touches had abruptly stopped. There had been loud angry noises and bangs and something that had sounded like scolding. Sena had managed to force his eyes open long enough to register a police uniform. Police meant safety and Sena had dropped into merciful blackness...
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When he'd opened them again there had been people, strangers handling him. He'd jerked away still dazed and once again terrified but gentle hands and calming voices had helped him into the tattered remains of his clothes. He'd been carried into a vehicle and he'd immediately started to panic again, then the gentle voices had directed his still bleary eyes to the quiet figure of Mamori-neechan sleeping on a cot. Pressed into another cot just opposite, a cooling cloth pressed to his head as he'd been reassured that his Mamori-neechan would be fine. Then the ambulance had taken off. He'd dimly remembered the cop praising him for something.
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Mamori-neechan had suffered concussion and didn't remember much of the incident; truth to tell, Sena had mixed feelings about the incident himself. It hadn't been till later when he'd been recovering that he'd overheard that the policeman had given Koda a thorough beating (he'd wished he'd been able to see that) and he had been puzzled as to what the policeman had stopped Koda from doing to him. But he remembered that he'd been brave, the policeman had said so - but Sena had thanked his lucky stars that the policeman had been walking by just as Koda had finished beating him. A bittersweet memory but the knowledge that he'd tried to do something brave had nurtured hopes that he'd one day be able to protect his neechan instead of the other way around.
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He'd remembered the hate-filled look Koda had thrown at him when he'd left the school on the day he'd been expelled; the day after Sena had been well enough to return. Sena had prayed that he'd never run in to Koda because he knew; he'd be in for the beating of his life again and now, here was Koda - alive, bigger and from the looks of things more brutal than he'd been back in school.
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Sena fidgeted; with no escape things were definitely becoming ugly...and he was finding himself looking forward to Hiruma's return. "So... where's the bitch?" Koda drawled out. Sena looked up startled, if he said yes - was Koda going to leave? but if he said no.....
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"Eto...ano...S-she isn't he-here" was the strangled whisper that forced itself out from Sena's lips. "Ohhhhhhhh!" Leered the man bringing his face mere inches away. - I don't remember him having a white eye like that - Shivered Sena as he noticed one of Koda's eye's were strangly white with a pale electric blue iris. There didn't seem to be any pupils either. As Koda's head moved the stale breath landing on Sena's face, he could just see the faint scar across the eye as it was picked up in the light.
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Tucked away, behind the pillar as they were; away from the main stream of the public, it didn't look like there was any help forthcoming any time soon. Try as he might, Sena couldn't keep himself from trembling. He might have been a lot braver than he'd been in the past but it was difficult fighting the fear of the Koda in front of him plus the fear that he'd had of Koda in the past. And the Bullies were always able to pick up on that...
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- So the bitch isn't around? - Mused the mid-twenties year old man, "All glammed up and nowhere to go hmmm?!" - Maybe he'd just screw the annoyance's girlfriend when she arrived as payback - "So where's the bitch you're dating now? You must be on a date - oh so pretty and all..." Koda nudged placing a 'friendly' hand on Sena's shoulder a grim unpleasant smile on his brutal face "What's she look like? Hot? Cute? Come on now, no secrets between 'friends'!" Sena found his shoulder squeezed unmercifully.
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- I am so dead! - Sena whimpered, already he could feel the bruises forming under Koda's hand "I'm not.....I-I...It j-just a meet between f-friends, I-I d-don't have a g-girl..."he mumbled desperate to find an answer that would make Koda just leave and allow Sena to escape that crushing grip.
He found himself trapped by those cold hard unforgiving eyes - Hiruma's green glare was definitely more preferable! At least he had a better chance of remaining alive...
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- Tch! There goes that idea... and it's too public to beat the crap out of him here and too obvious if I drag him somewhere where we can - Koda didn't bother to wonder at his unreasaonable hate towards the smaller boy. He'd promised himself that he was going to beat the crap out of the kid next time he saw him and that was all that mattered. After all it was the brat's fault that he'd gotten kicked out of school, gotten the shit nagged out of him by his parents, all that counselling, jail...Just because some stupid cop had heard the little brat whimpering, the soft touch of the little shit's skin, the aura of fear, the whimpering, the blood. The way he looked like a curled up puppy that had been kicked...
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Koda jerked his thoughts away from that disturbing train of thought - Dammit! I'm a guy! I do girls! who cares how soft a pissy liddle prat like the puppy boy feels... - Those big brown puppy eye's were pleading for him to do something (probably to go away but, like hell was he going to cave for some whiney half pint). He couldn't stop himself from looking at the pipsqueak's lips - soft and full, like a girl's. He'd almost hadn't recognised the brat, all dolled up as he was... evil thoughts pervaded his mind and he felt his cock go hard...
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"Awww what's the matter...got stood up?" His arm propping him up against the piller he removed the crushing grip from the boy's shoulder and slid it up to wrap in a gently dangerous embrace around Sena's neck, the thumb just resting on the adam's apple...just one squeeze...
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Sena couldn't stop the terrified whimper from escaping as the heavy calloused thumb rested on his throat. A pause and a gently almost lovingly rub against the adam's apple. That was the scary part - the gentleness along with the dangerously angry aura coming from the older man. "Or maybe you're waiting for a 'friend'?... Sena didn't get the implied gist of the query but Koda was definitely becoming even scarier if that was possible...
A strangled sob ripped itself from his throat as instinct and fear galvanized Sena into trying...something...anything to get him away from that unreasonable fear.
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Koda grinned evilly at the naked fear that showed on the chibi's face. He'd been waiting for the brat to break and was ready for the unsuccessful shove. A single step and the smaller boy was pressed against the pillar, trapped between it and the older man's body. From his neck Koda moved to grip the back of the boy's head tilting it upwards. The smaller boy's hands were pressed ineffectually against his ribcage, terrified gasps escaping from the small panting chest before him and unshed tears of fright making the child's eyes go bright...Koda lived for this sense of power! The little shit sounded like the girls he usually pinned down and was even more alluring due to the paralysed state of fear. Even the girls usually started to scream and scratch at this point - the little fuck's brain must be in absolute shut down. Causing fear....it was intoxicating...
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"K-Koda...K-koda-k-kun...wait, please...I I-I'm sorry..w-wait!" Sena squirmed ineffectually in that terrible grip. With next to no upper body power he didn't have a hope of pushing the older man away. The brutal face came nearer and Sena tried to turn away but the cruel grip on the back of his head, squeezed and held him in place. "K-Koda wait, please, s-stop..." desperately Sena, eyes shut tight, stopped pushing on the older man's chest and threw up his arms to protect his face from whatever blow was approaching him. A muttered growl and both his wrists were trapped in a bruising grip and pushed over his head against the pillar. Sena risked one quick glance and shut them again quickly as Koda's all too close face came unbearably closer. A dry sob wrenched from his throat as fear put a sour taste in his mouth he trembled and he waited for the blow to fall...
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[1] I'm not sure what the school system is in Japan - so I used grade school (American) same as 1st yr primary (Aust).
YAHA! CLIFFHANGER!! XD
Could have continued, but this was too good a spot for instant cliff-hanger ;3
Chapter 6 in progress XD