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.....
- Italics - = thoughts
[[words]] = Author's comments within story text
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= I have lousy chapter titles - they've been getting worse as this has dragged on T^T Sorryz!
= Also the previous chapter felt like I'd lost a bit of the flow.... I hope to regain the storyline during this one, bear with me onegai! *bow*
=this chapter was going to have both dinner and nightclub scenes...but dinner started to take a while to write lolz so it's only going to be dinner
= also have the 'asterisks' been working as I type? I use them to write *moods/sound effects* (oh good they do work ^w^)
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Chapter 8.0 = Dinner Disruptions
Sena shifted nervously as they were ushered to table. He was starting to have misgivings again over the continuance of this charade. After all, he still wanted to remain alive...and besides it no longer seemed like quite the joke anymore. Why hadn't he just ended it then and there; given the whole thing away while there was still a chance that Hiruma would only threaten to kill him, not ACTUALLY kill him. But he'd seen aspects of the demon that he'd never have thought possible! Or at least that the demon would never have shown to anyone in his entire lifetime...and like a drug, Sena wanted more.
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It was so confusing, the differences were subtle: how he'd tucked Sena by his side as he led the way, the odd glint in his eyes that wasn't anything like anger or irritation (some mild annoyance, but that had been directed at a drunkard that had bumped into them on the way to the restaurant). It had seemed like the Blonde had been going out of his way to NOT snap at Sena's obtuseness. It was odd and sweet and scary and charming and strange and caring...Hiruma was such a complex character once you got a chance to see past the snarling teeth, glaring eyes and devious demeanour he presented to the world...
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- Curiosity killed the cat... - if Sena remembered the phrase correctly. He was probably going to die once Hiruma had the April fool's sprung on him anyway, so he might as well find out what he could and simply enjoy the 'nicer' side of the Demon of Deimon High.
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Sena only vaguely remembered the name of the restaurant that Hiruma brought them to. He thought he'd seen it in one of his mother's cooking/tourist magazines but that was nothing compared to how 'out of place' Sena felt as they'd come through the door. Everyone was the epitome of elegance and high society. New clothes aside Sena felt like some sort of alley stray that had come begging for scraps at the kitchen door of the manor born. Men in fine cut suits or expensive attire similar to Hiruma's night wear; women in clinging rich materials, draped in jewels - Sena would have run, except the lean arm around him prevented that instinct. It had tightened imperceptibly but when he looked up at the blonde, the demon's poker face was unbreakable as usual. Still...it was nice and safe there (as long as he didn't annoy or irritate the demon); snuggling closer to the warmth at his side he felt a small shy smile grace his lips as an answering pink tinge dusted his cheeks, his hands gripping the older boy's silk shirt tightly.
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He sipped water nervously, fidgeting as they waited for the waiter to return (he'd been called off somewhere). Was it just him? Or was the atmosphere decidedly hostile? Looking around, Sena espied some disgusted looks directed in their direction (mostly from guys, but there were one or two girls) and some outright hostile ones (girls). Sena also spotted some females laughing and tittering at each other - it was all very strange. As noisy as it was, Sena could catch the odd murmur or two, as excited whisperings intermingled with normal conversation.
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"Ne ne, did you see?"
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"Tch! Stupid gays - there are plenty of gays bars. There was no need to dirty our favourite restaurant"
"Now dear, that's not nice"
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"What a horrible man, he's nothing but a cradle robber!"
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"Sooo sad! And such a waste! Why did puppy eyes have to send another hot bod to gayland?!"
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"Poor baby! He looks so scared - do you think he can hear us *giggle*"
"Don't they make such a cute uke and seme?!"
"I know, but it's always the hotties that wind up gay...maybe we should convince Blondie to try the 'other white meat' *chuckle*"
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"Ugh, really that's a shame! That overgrown bully forcing that sweet boy before he's even reached puberty!"
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"Look at his widdle puppy eyes! Don't they just make you wanna smother him with kisses"
"No way! I'll take the tall, dark and sexy anytime...hey, do you think he's Yakuza?"
"If it's that hot, would it matter to you *snicker*"
"Probably not, but at least it's got some excitement in him!*giggle*"
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"Aw now honey isn't that sweet? The nice older brother taking out his younger brother..."
"Now now dear, did you remember your glasses? They don't look anything alike"
"I'm aware of that honey, but for them to be that close they must be step brothers. Isn't it sweet that the older boy's trying to welcome that child into the family?"
"Urrrr *sweatdrop*"
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"Honestly, why on earth is he with that boy? If I had known he was lonely I would have been more than willing to 'keep him company'"
"I don't know... they kind of look good together"
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"Really, What is the world coming too?! 'Tis against God's will for that sort of sacrilege!"
"Calm down Father, God's word is that we should Love our brothers..."
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"Hey how far do you think they've gone?"
"*giggle* does it matter? That cute little kitty's going to in for the 'ride of his life' if I remember the rumours about that Blondie"
"Ooooh?! Do tell!"
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"Do you really think they're gay?"
"Why? What does it matter?"
"It's just that Cute little Shorty looks like he'd make someone a good husband"
*snort*
"Well he couldn't be any worse than you - at least he looks like he'd actually help around the house!"
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"I'm surprised, aren't they ashamed? There are other places for their kind"
"Dearest, it's the new age. Try to be a little more open-minded. It's not like those two are making out on the table"
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Sena started as a menu was placed in front of him. Looking up he found himself under the intense scrutiny of the green eyed devil - had he been looking at him the entire time?
He didn't get much of a look at the menu as it was gentle yanked from his hands. Not that it was much help. Most of it was written in French with English translations. Sena's eyes were still bugging out from what he had seen in the price column - $50 for a single entree? That's way too much! -
"Anoooo......Hiruma-ku-n, eto...yu-you don't have to do this you know. Um, we could go somewhere ch-cheaper um...." Sena wilted as the green eyes alighted on him once more.
"If I couldn't afford it I wouldn't have come"
"Oh so da ne....Eh! But! But but! Don't you usually..........*whisper* just you know...um....."
"Blackmail?" Sena nodded mutely, shamefaced and bright red.
"Where's the point in taking a date out for a free meal?" the Blonde explained - Not on the First date anyway - Hiruma thought to himself.
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"Oh..............Wait! You mean you're actually paying?!!" The brunette said incredulously.
The blonde shrugged as he went back to perusing the Menu.
- I guess I can see the sense in that... - He was a little relieved, he wasn't sure if he really liked the idea of Hiruma conning all their meals out of the restaurants instead of paying like he should have been. - Meals? Wait this is only the first date! Why am I thinking Plural?! I'm gonna be dead after tomorrow O_O! -
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Hiruma watched the fucking Chibi go off on another wandering mind ramble as he was once again pondering some pointless thought. He glanced briefly at the menu in his hand...it wasn't like he needed it. He'd been to this place enough; mostly for work but sometimes for personal reasons. He'd watched intently as the little shit's head flicked from side to side as he'd followed the whispers, it had been rather....cute.
- 'Cute'? Geh! Now my head's getting fucked up and corny...how lame - the corner of his mouth twitched as he stifled a smile. Yet again he was amazed that the fucking pipsqueak could bring about this sort of change - oddly enough, Hiruma found it even stranger that he didn't mind as much. Then again this was His Runningback...
Hiruma had heard the whispers and comments too...but then, he didn't care.
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The waiter finally returned to take their orders. After a rather condescending look down his impeccably groomed moustache at the both of them, he asked, *sniff* "I take it ze zirz will be h'ordering entreez?" The smaller boy had backed away from him looking rather alarmed and ashamed, his eyes dropping to the tabletop. The snooty smirk the waiter was wearing dropped the moment his eyes met a pair of icy green and quite obviously furious eyes. Thump! Hiruma had the enjoyment of watching both the waiter and the brunette's eyes bug out as the (rather large) wad of cash hit the table.
"I'm paying my tab tonight, I'm sure service will remain up to scratch, no?!" a fanged smile graced the blonde as he gracefully and pointedly leant one elegant elbow on the table and rested his head on his hand whilst watching the waiter like a hawk. The waiter couldn't repress a shudder.
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"Of course, Zir" Bowing, he turned away, only to suddenly find a long lean arm shoot out and grab his arm with a hand that felt like claws. Had the temperature dropped? Yanked back, he faced the unnerving blonde once again and there was a muffled click. Looking down, the hapless waiter espied the tiniest gun he'd ever seen (derringer .02) pressed against his stomach. Sweating he listened to the customer (who wasn't the naive spoilt rich kid like he'd thought).
"Fucking Newbie did you not hear me?! I said I'm paying my tab! Not your fucking tip! Now take my cash out of your fucking pocket and take it to the front so that they can level my fucking tab - is that clear? Or do I need to spell it out for a fucking import like yourself?!" the level voice was obviously angry, yet it did not rise into a shout but was still heard quite clearly in the suddenly silent room.
Wrapped in a cold sweat, the waiter hastened to the registrar to comply; removing the money as he went. A faint tinge of pink graced his cheeks as he felt the eyes of other customers alight on him in curiosity.
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"Fucking Westerners!" Hiruma muttered irritatedly.
"Go-gomen nasai Hi-hiruma-kun" Sena said shamefacedly
"The fuck are you apologising for?!"
"Eto...well...um...I'm not really dressed for this sort of place so he probably...." again, the brunette fell silent as the green eyes narrowed.
"There's nothing wrong with the shit you're wearing and it's their fucking problem if it is - not yours!"
"Yeah, but..."
"There Is Nothing Wrong with your clothes! It fits the dress standards of this crap hole so there's nothing for anyone to fucking complain about. Tch...it's not like you're a fucking striptease or anything....though I wouldn't mind......I COULD arrange that for next time..." With his elbows propped on the table, Hiruma leaned across the table with a suggestive leer, resting his chin on his interlocked hands - the demon grin surmounting his face. Sena leant away, sweatdropping with alarm "Eh ah no...That's fine" he held his hands up in a subconscious placating gesture of defence. The blonde smirked and leaned back in his chair again.
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"Honoured customer...some cabernet sauvignon for your pleasure?" a different waiter this time offered the blonde some wine, pouring the richly coloured liquid at his nod.
"Fiiiiiiinally...someone that knows me" Hiruma said sarcastically "Who the fucking hell briefed the fucking frenchie?!"
"Ah...well, he's the son of the restaurant owner I'm afraid" the waiter replied, brushing his medium length black hair behind an ear "Wine?"
Sena shook his head wildly with a garbled mutter of explanation come protest - ...but we're under aged!!! - His face flushed bright red. The waiter gave an appreciative smile at the cuteness before turning back to the blonde.
"He was briefed...but unfortunately, he chose to dismiss the warning" He shrugged "in his ignorance; he doesn't consider you a threat to his existence since you are just a 'mere child'" He said pointedly, watching as the green eyes narrowed once again "...are you ready to place your orders?"
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Sena watched as the demon sipped appreciatively at his wine glass before tapping away at something in his lap (the waiter had left with their orders only moments ago). After sipping at his own water and looking around while fidgeting, he gave in to temptation and stood up a little "What are you doing?" he asked leaning over the table. Hiruma was busy tapping at his laptop... - where'd that come from? Hiruma wasn't carrying anything...then again he doesn't carry his guns either...but he still has them....O_O -
Not bothering to look up, Hiruma answered "checking on the fucking frenchie"
Sena sweatdropped "Ano....is-is that really necessary?" Sena sat back down as the demon placed the laptop on the table corner. Sena felt a little relieved - it was a little conspicuous standing like that.
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"Does it really matter? Assholes like him have always done something wrong and that fucking shithead needs a fucking lesson."
"eto...h-he probably didn't mean what he said, I-I mean ... he just didn't k-know...I guess..." Hiruma lifted a sardonic eyebrow. "Kenjo-kun wouldn't have normally needled me like that but that Fucking Ass has probably pissed off everyone on staff with that shitty attitude of his. So basically; we all wanna punish his sorry fucking ass."
"B-b-but is that really fair? I-I mean, if he's st-still new to Japan then he probably doesn't re-realise that he should waiter differently to the places in fr-france...."
"Bull-Fucking-Shit...fucking bastard's just a fucking racist pig like the fucking Nasa twerps' dumb fuck coach!"
Sena couldn't really counter that as he lapsed into silence once again...
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It was only a few minutes more and Hiruma was closing the laptop and making it mysteriously disappear...
Sena could only watch in fascination and then wondered if he dared...
"A-ano....Hiruma-kun?" it was getting surprising easier to use that suffix
"Ngh?" Sena swallowed as those green eyes looked at him.
"W-where? How? *gulp* Howdoyoumakeyourlaptopandgunsdissappear?"
*Blink* Hiruma then gave another positively terrifying toothy leer leaning forward in that terrifyingly predatorily manner "if you get to know me better...maaaaaybe i'll let you know!"
"oh...okay" Sena innocently agreed only to freeze and stare at the tabletop in wide eyed shock, heart pounding wildly as the thought occurred to him - huh!...wha? Wait, why does Hiruma want me to know him better....doesn't that mean he wants to know ME better? ...but he already knows everything about me though...probably...so there's nothing else for him to learn about me....isn't there? -
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Hiruma watched the pipsqueak's visual display of confusion with elegant enjoyment (it was fun to make the fucking chibi panic) meanwhile internally; he was cacking himself to death - it was sooo fucking funny how the chibi had gone from questing innocent to stoned zombie once his instincts had nudged him into 'something isn't rite with that phrase'...and the fucking shrimp was too innocent to even realise just how much danger that phrase could put him into...and there was soooo much that could be "investigated" about the fucking chibi *mental grin*.
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Who could have thought that writing something as simple as a dinner date would be so complicated T_T
Anyway enjoy :)
Part 2 coming up!