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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= Again apologies for poor storyboard! My mind keeps skipping to another story/chapter *sweat*

= Excessive apologies for the massive delay - I had internet problems and there's been stuff to kill the writing inspirations....so I've been sad (T_T) 

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Chapter 8.1 = At the Restaurant

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Sena had torn his mind away any possible implications of the demon's somewhat terrifying turn of thoughts. He'd distracted himself by staring at everything in the restaurant except the demonic classmate in front of him. There had been a slight awkward silence as he'd felt the hard green eyes just stay there...watching him...

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Poor Sena had pummelled his brains in desperation; trying to come up with anything to break the quiet. How did girls deal with this 'date' thing? He was supposed to make conversation and play 'happy boyfriend' like Suzuna had told him too....- How am I even supposed to cope with a situation like this?! Who knows where Hiruma keeps his guns and things!...Even if I did get to know him better, I'm not even sure I would WANT to know where he keeps those things...... -

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Sena desperately shook his head trying to take his mind away from that disturbing path of thoughts! He didn't want to know Hiruma better! He'd be more than happy to stay on his good side and remain alive! Granted the Demonic ex-captain of the school amefuto team had his good points...and he supposed that there might be more to the senior than most people knew...he'd certainly shown more humanity than most would have believed - Sena included...but... how was he even supposed to calm down and 'relax' as Suzuna had coached him. He doubted that the weird boys in her little 'information' books she'd shown him had to cope with the knowledge that the guy they were 'dating' was more than likely to BLOW THEM INTO SMITHEREENS once they'd found out it was all a sham!!!

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A dry chuckle, cut across the younger brunette's wandering thoughts. Wide-eyed, the Runningback paused in his head shaking only to find himself staring up into the piercing green eyes of the hawk across the table. "Relax Fucking Chibi," was the drawled remark, "you didn't really take that striptease remark that seriously did you?" Sena stared -Striptease remark???- then flushed bright red as the words of Hiruma's previous comments returned to his mind. He wanted to sink into the earth or something. Poor Sena groaned as he covered his face with his hands and dropped his head onto the table. He'd been visibly shaking his head in a panic at his own thoughts in full view of the entire restaurant! Sena wished he could sink into the earth, even straight down to Hell or something - he doubted even Satan himself could make him any redder or more embarrassed than the Demon Quarterback before him. (The sound of smothered laughter from the other clientele wasn't helping either.)

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Hiruma leant back in his chair savouring both his wine and the sight of the adorable Deimon Star Runningback. Kitten, puppy, bunny, mouse... basically anything adorable or cute and furry would be a comparable metaphor for the youth in front of him. Mentally the blonde scoffed at the way his own thoughts were progressing due to the influence of the fucking chibi. Honestly! When was the last time he'd thought of ANYTHING as 'cute'?! - Oh rite, that hidden arm brace with the pipsqueak gun on the end *heh* - [[I don't know what they are called...but they're on a cross spring thingy and are tucked under your shirt sleeve - I think they only have 4 bullets (or only one). You shake your arm and the gun pops out into the palm of your hand, I think you see them in joke magazines in the states... (And there's definitely one in Gunsmith Cats!)]] But still...'Cute' and 'Hiruma' were not words that you associated together and he'd have shot anyone that even suggested that he was potentially going 'Soft'!!

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Hiruma sighed "Look, you want to know where I keep my Guns and stuff?"

Sena blinked "Uh...Ye-yes!....Please?" when had they gotten back to this part of the conversation? He hoped the price wasn't going to be too high....though it was a very curious secret and was a regular topic raised during the after practise conversations.

"At home of course" *smirk*

"Oh!" Sena smiled, that made perfect sense "......eh! Hey wait! But you've always got them on you? You have to hide them somewhere!"

"Kekekeke"

Sena slumped back down in his chair, He should have known that Hiruma would never give a straight answer unless it benefited him - he'd learnt that lesson back during first year.

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Once again the silence built up between the two. Sena looking around the restaurant and nervously rubbing his arms and Hiruma...and Hiruma watching Sena...calmly partaking of his wineglass and always watching, the light but strangely deep green eyes never leaving Sena's face, Sena's eyes, gliding down his body, following Sena's hands as he awkwardly rubbed his arms ...

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Sena gulped and looked down to his knees, his hands now dropped to his lap where he nervously kneaded his palms. He'd always known Hiruma had an intense stare but to be the sole recipient of that gaze was..... intimidating! He needed to break the moment and say something, get some conversation going, say anything! Anything - as long as it got the blonde demon sitting opposite of him engrossed with something other than Him! "S-s-so what did you o-order Hiruma-kun...for the meal?" Curse his nerves and his fool tongue... at least food was always a safe topic for a discussion.

Once again that elegantly arched eyebrow, "You'll find out when it arrives *devil smirk*"

Stumped once again, Sena's eyes dropped from his hands back to his knees.

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The maniacal grin surmounting his face, Hiruma couldn't stop himself from feeling like a 'cat that caught the canary'. This time last year, the fucking pipsqueak wouldn't have had the balls to breathe in his presence let alone say even the smallest word. Hiruma wasn't given over to much of an ego (not like the fucking dreads) but Hiruma knew that he was pretty much responsible for the change to the half-pint; and he was Fucking Proud of it!

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Maybe that was the reason behind his possessiveness over the lithe brunette. He hadn't wanted to watch all his hard work of the previous year get washed down the drain because of some half arsed first years screwing with his team (or so he convinced himself). The team hadn't really needed his influence (and the fucking Huh Huh Sankyodai, idiots though they were; were more than capable of providing the muscle to liven up any slackers).

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Musashi, the irritable fucking old man that he was; had 'looked' at Hiruma knowingly the few times he'd stopped by at the club to say hello (he was wrapped up with night classes to catch up with the lessons he'd missed during the previous year - even the fucking baldy hadn't been able to help with all the units he'd missed!). Mercifully the old bastard hadn't vocalised his suspicions (though Hiruma conveniently cleaning and cocking his gun every time the fucking old man was about to open his mouth may have had something to do with that).

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So little Sena was trying to 'make conversation'; it was a big improvement over behaviour of the previous year. However, the fucking pipsqueak was still useless at it - lacking the experience and knowledge of small talk and clamming up every time he spoke to a new stranger. (At least now when he had to say something important - even though the pipsqueak stuttered like one of his machine guns; the fucking chibi had the balls to say it!)

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Topping up his glass, he raised it to inspect the colour as he nonchalantly looked at the runningback out of the corner of his eye. "So how's serving as the team captain for the year holding up with you?"

"Eh? Oh!" Sena immediately relaxed, "It's good! I'm really starting to get the hang of the huddles and g-giving orders" *sweatdrop* He grinned awkwardly, happy but nervous. "Oh right, I was thinking about some possible new plays for the upcoming games! They should allow us to utilise the freshmen a bit more an allow them to mature their game experience a bit more before the finalising game.... I think it's with the Ratan Matadors in 3 weeks time." [[have no clue how the timing goes lolz *sweatdrop*]]

"Haaaaah? You think?!" a long arm suddenly grabbed Sena dragging forwarded within inches of the Blonde Demon's face, "Get a Fucking Grip Fucking captain! How are you going to fucking kick some ass if you don't even know Who you you're going to be going up against!"

"H-H-Hai!!!!" Sena couldn't help reverting back to his nervous reactions and habits - Hiruma was just a very unsettling guy! "G-g-gomen nasaiiiiii!.........e-eto H-Hiruma-kun?...C-can I sit back down n-now? My neck k-kinda hurts where you're squeezing it!"

"Hmmm?...oh right."

Sena sat back down flushed to his roots, rubbing the back of his neck were the Blonde had grasped him to pull him forwards. Looking around, he made apologetic bows to the wide eyed patrons looking at him and his sempai.

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- Tch! That was smart...make him relax then fuck him right back up again! - Hiruma looked nonchalantly away from the brunette his savagely yanked across the table, seeming more interested in his wine than the cute chibi in front of him. He glared at the questioning looks directed at him from the curious diners from the other tables. How was he supposed to react? He was hoping that his team would have to balls to come away with both the spring and fall tournament trophies this year and keep the torch blazing! Inwardly he growled - Weren't they serious about the tournaments? Were they going to blow it all away by getting slack?! -

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"I-I-I'll check again"

Hiruma glowered at the new captain of HIS football team "You BETTER fucking check! What do you want to do? Throw the game away by having the wrong strategies for the wrong fucking team?" he fumed.

"Eheheheh..no it...it's just the 'serious' game for the ranking qualifier is due for 3 weeks and I was really just trying to focus on the practice matches so that the freshmen were skilled and fully comfortable with the new plays so we could use them should the situation requiring them arise. You taught me that remember?" Sena smiled with all the angelic happiness his tiny body was capable of.

"hmph" Hiruma wanted to melt, even though his face remained impassive and somewhat irritated and bored....Sometimes, Hiruma wanted to curse his poker face - this dating gig probably would have been easier on the fucking chibi if he could actually see how he was affecting the blonde. Still it was gratifying that the fucking chibi had been paying that much attention to his 'lessons' during the previous year.

"Still, as the Captain you're going to have to think and prepare for the games down the line and stay on top and ahead of the 'game'!" He gestured with a pointed finger while the others remained wrapped around his wine glass, before swirling his wine and taking another judicious sip.

"Nn!"

"So......What are these new plays you were thinking of? Might as well go over them whilst we're on the subject and make sure you aren't planning on any suicide runs."

"Hai!"

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