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
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Chapter 6 = Dark Knight
"WHAT! THE! FUCK!"
Opening his eyes, Sena couldn't believe how relieved he was to finally see Hiruma. More so than during the Scorpions' game, More than even that dreadful time when Hiruma had returned to play after Gao-san had broken his arm in the game against the Dinosaurs!
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"Piss off Blondie! I'm Busy - go find your own toyboy." Koda snarled at the lanky teenager, turning back to his interrupted menacing of the smaller brunette. However the needlepoint stare of the lean blonde was unsettling his game. "Sod off Needlebritches, 'Tain't any of your business 'nways!" he turned and gave the finger.
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- I thought I told the fucking chibi NOT to get picked up! - To say that Hiruma was a little annoyed would have been an extremely misconceived understatement. Coming back from the bathrooms, he'd prepared his selection for dinner restaurants ready for the fucking runningback's decision. After all, he needed to calm and relax the fucking pipsqueak down if he wanted things to get interesting later on. He had everything planned out to the detail. Then he finds some Asswipe draped around the petite brunette as if he owns him. Hiruma's immediate instinct would have been to march up guns blazing and raise hell; however Hiruma was too smart not to recognise a volatile situation when he saw it. So for now, he held back; assessing the problem and analysing all possible outcomes.
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Sena was obviously terrified, the big brown eyes looking in his direction with mute pleading. There wasn't any point with yelling at the secretary, not when it was clear that he wasn't encouraging the assailant. Eyes hard, Hiruma noted the wrists that looked like they were ready to break and the single tear track from the fucking chibi's eye - it was fairly obvious that Sena was receiving some clearly unwanted attention.
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"Hi-hi-ru-ma!" sobbed out the smaller boy, eyes pleading at the taller blonde - Shit! - When was the last time that someone had looked at him as if he was the answer to all their prayers. Detachedly, Hiruma registered his heart contracting with an inexplicable squeeze.
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Hiruma recognised the thug draped around his date - with his devil network and his photographic memory, it wasn't hard. This asshole was a registered sex offender...among other things. He'd had priors from the age of 15. Hiruma had known that the Ass - Koda - had been to Sena's school and expelled due to violence and attempted sexual abuse, but he hadn't thought that Sena had been the victim. - Tch! With the little shit's bully attraction history, I should have figured that - if anything that made him even more irritable.
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One hand on his hip, Hiruma quietly asked, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"Da fuck!" Koda whipped his head around again - didn't the upstart get it? "What's it look like to you? I'm picking up a bloody prostitute!" Hiruma's elegant eyebrows raised to his hairline "If he wasn't he wouldn't have been hanging 'round the 'red zone'" Koda explained with an evil grin, turning back to Sena. Whilst Hiruma's features stayed impassive, mentally he was kicking himself - Fuck! Asshole's right; should have left him by the seats, not at the pillar like a callboy...but dammit, it was fucking sweet pressuring him like that -
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"It still doesn't explain what you're doing with my fucking boyfriend?!" the deadly clipped voice bit out coldly. Koda and his goons were a good 2 feet taller and larger than Hiruma but thugs didn't bother him. Why would they when he had two good friends by the name of "AK" and ".40"? And if that didn't work there were always his back up buddies of "magnum" and "colt western".
The sod had never even finished fucking school (which was why Hiruma hadn't bothered to research the anomaly of the ass attending Sena's school). Stupid fuckers weren't a threat in any sense of the word and now, the assholes were muscling in on HIS date like the dumb shits that they were. All that effort in watching his mouth just to calm the fucking pipsqueak down so things could get interesting later on; and the Fuckhead had just scared him right back to square one. Which meant that Hiruma was pissed; after all, the one thing you did not EVER do with Hiruma was FUCK. WITH. HIS. PLANS!
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"Boy - Friend?!!" The thug raised his pencil thin eyebrows in shock before turning back to the lithe brunette pressed against him. Sena's eyes bugged out as he goggled at Hiruma - he had not just said such a blatant lie, had he? As Koda turned back to face him, Sena sweatdropped " Ah hahaha?!" he laughed nervously, right now he'd agree with anything Hiruma said as long as it got him away from 'Mr Ready-to-Pound'! - ...and well...technically...even though this is only our first date... I guess, if we're dating then he's m-m-my boyf-friend... - but still, how could Hiruma even say something like that without cracking any emotion/embarrassment or something?
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He whimpered as the hand around his wrists tightened unmercifully "Bah! Too bad Blondie! I've some unfinished biz..."
"I THOUGHT I told you not to get picked up?!" Sena shivered at the cold clipped tones and and the dangerously angry aura coming from the Blonde. The pain in his wrists forgotten; this was Nothing like what they had to deal with on the practise field and he was immensely glad that he wasn't the receiver. He prayed that he'd never EVER be the recipient. They'd always joked about how Hiruma was capable of killing, even though there had never been a fatality at the school...but Sena was pretty convince now that that fact; wasn't a rumor but the unholy truth!
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"Hey pay attention to me he..."
"How long do you intend to stand there fucking pipsqueak?"
"G-gomen nasai Hi-hiruma-k-kun" Sena stuttered, marvelling at how Hiruma could stay so cool in spite of the older man's greater physical ability. Sena wasn't sure what was worrying him more - the potential damage to his respected captain and sempai...or the damage Hiruma was likely to do to the theatre for payback...
It didn't seem like Koda was even able to realise that he was picking on one of the most dangerous high schoolers in the whole of Japan.
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"Now listen here you stinking piece of sh..." Koda argued turning around to grab the lanky brat glowering at him.
"Move your ass Fucking Chibi" No tonal inflections, no anger; just the command of a captain that expected to have his orders obeyed to the letter. Hiruma had been waiting for this: as the infuriated dumb shit turned his futile anger towards him, he'd loosened his grip on the runningback's wrists. Those few moments were all it took for the fucking brat to wrench his hands away, shove and dart to the safety of Hiruma's side.
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Football practise didn't fail him as his body instinctively obeyed the command. A few artful movements and he was wrapping his arms around the Quarterback's waist, hiding behind him and burying his face into the soft silk shirt on Hiruma's body. No matter how scared and apprehensive of the blonde he usually was; right now, Hiruma was the safest thing on earth. His body shuddered as he valiantly tried to stifle a sob, a few tears sneaking past his tightly closed eyes.
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Hiruma tensed as lean arms wrapped around his middle; that was unexpected bonus - perhaps all wasn't lost? The opportunity was too perfect and Hiruma didn't bother to fight temptation; his free arm wrapping around those tiny shuddering shoulders, the elegant hand giving a gentle comforting squeeze. A small smile ghosted across the thin lips as he looked down at the petite brunette nestled at his side, his emerald orbs glinting as they looked down onto the tousled brown hair.
Objective 1) Retrieval of hostage from idiot thug = Complete!
Now it was time to put Objective 2 into play: Fuck with the Shitter's head!
Turning back the small somewhat tender and possessive smile turned into something more intimidating as the "devil's grin" he habitually wore returned in full force (the one he wore when he was out to completely pulverise the competition)!
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Koda and his cronies took a few steps back at the sight of that smile - Watdafuck?!!! - His backup started to murmur and shuffle uncomfortably and edge away to the nearest exit in the opposite direction of the somewhat non-human looking teenager in front of them. Since when had his ears been that large or pointed....and why were his teeth pointed? They looked more like some sort of fangs.....why was there some kind of miasma coming off of him? The older man hadn't drunk that much, and he wasn't a user so why was he seeing SFX of some weird shit nature coming from some wet-behind-the-ears kid? A barely perceptible sweatdrop formed on the back of Koda's head. His somewhat belated instinct finally registering that he'd picked a fight with a 'Top dog' instead of a 'small fry' like he'd thought.
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Like all standard bullies, Koda was a coward at heart - as he registered fear, that fear was matched with anger at being made to feel small and insignificant. Koda was strong - some upstart young punk with no balls or brawn wasn't going to get away with making him feel like some kind of bug on display!
As with most fools that relied on power and barbaric strength to maintain their standing, Koda's small brain activated the only game plan that the bully had for this kind of situation - he charged! Fist raised and roaring as he went to 'teach' the brat a lesson...
Big Mistake...
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Sena stilled as warmth surrounded him, a lean elegant hand on his shoulder reassuring him. Sena felt his shudders still as the fear melted from his self; melted by the oddly comforting heat that pervaded the demon's body. He squeezed, hugging tighter in reply still not daring to raise his eyes. The hand remained but the heat changed; growing warmer - like sunburn but more so dangerous. Sena couldn't help but risk a quick peek at his captain. Once again, Hiruma was back to his old self and in top demonic form - except for the arm that remained snugly wrapped around Sena's shoulders. That was oddly comforting and even scarier at the same time. The dark aura, the sharp teeth, the insanely grinning mouth and the demonic glowing eyes - it was all a little too much for Sena as he quickly shut his eyes and reburied his face in Hiruma's intoxicatingly addicting warmth - Maybe he really is a volcano... -
If Sena hadn't been so scared, he may have felt a little sorry for Koda and pitied his lack of awareness.
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CLICK! Koda found himself swallowing at a dry throat as he found himself staring down the barrel of an insanely large (and obviously modified) Magnum revolver. An elegant blonde eyebrow quirked into the blonde bangs - the brat was looking infuriatingly superior!
- Damn that fucked up uptight self confident dipshit! - He mentally screamed as he was forced to pause mid strike, the fist left ineffectually upraised.
"I believe it's quite clear who the victor here is!" again that clipped tone sounded out - like the bastard had already known the outcome. Koda ground his teeth in frustration "Now why don't you fuck off before I see that the rest of your uncharged priors are added to that little blackmark list the police have their hands on..."
"You don't know shit" Koda challenged.
"Really?" the green eyes glittered dangerously
- God dammit! This bastard's laughing! - Inwardly fumed Koda
"I believe there's a Maria-san from France that won't mind testifying! Then there's Mitsuoko-chan's family and Geogio-san with a charge of burglary. Oh! And there's Luigi Fa Andorio from Italy, an underling with the mob whose uninvolved younger brother you beat up... I can continue if you like?" The older man's brutal features had paled significantly "Teme... da fuck did you get that info - there weren't any witnesses!"
"Hoooo? So you admit that those situations occurred then?"
"You bastard!" Koda's eye twitched as the gun nozzle shifted to his eyeball and he held his tongue. The bloody Blonde held all the cards...
"I believe I told you to fuck off, pashiri!"
"Who the hell are you calling your servant?!"
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BPKCHUUU!!! A single gun retort sounded out and Koda screamed, falling to the ground holding his ear. Tears streaming he glared painfully at an image of the demonic blonde that wavered and swirled, distorting oddly along with the ringing in his ears.
Hiruma had moved the revolver to the side by the bully's ear and at that close proximity, Koda now had a shattered eardrum - an injury of excruciating pain.
"Like I said bitch; fuck off! And if I so much as hear that you...any of you...came near my fucking boyfriend - an addition to your police files will be the least of your worries! Am I clear?" The Master directed to his new batch of stunned slaves as they stared at their leader squirming on the floor.
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This looks like a good place to end in time for the next chapter :)
it's a little anti-climatic...but i think Hiruma holding back works better here instead of the all out war scenario
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Thank you everyone for the great reviews to date!