wow, i had at least five different ideas for chapter three. (sighs) but it's finally here!
DISCLAIMER: Eyeshield 21 does not belong to me! if it did, the anime will still be airing instead of cutting it off at episode 145.
Chapter Three: t3Xt m3SsAgE
"You have one new message," her cell phone chimed.
Mamori sighed as she opened the little virtual envelope. The message was 'Clubhouse now!', but that was the censored version. She pocketed her phone in an instant and gathered her textbooks before leaving the classroom.
And I was hoping to eat during lunch today.
Hiruma had everyone working overtime for the upcoming game over the past two weeks. From morning to dusk, she had to put together tapes of their opponent's games, organize plays, and other manager-type duties. The whole process was very taxing on her body since she had her own homework to do too; the poor girl has not gotten a decent night's sleep. It didn't take long for Mamori to reach the DevilBats clubhouse. She looked up at the neon sign and took a deep breath.
"Hiruma-kun, what was so important that you couldn't wait…"
Mamori half-expected to hear the sound of gunfire and harsh curses cut her off upon opening the door, but what she saw surprised her.
"Huh?"
There was no one inside the room. Everything was in its place as far as Mamori could tell. The only thing that was out of order was the couch, which they recently purchased. It now had a pillow and a blanket covering its fabric surface. Just as when she was about to leave, Mamori's phone started buzzing again. Flipping it open, a simple message popped up.
'Get some sleep, fucking manager. I don't want you spacing out this weekend. And don't worry about the rest of class, I got it covered.'
Mamori could help but smile a bit. After placing her books on the table and kicking off her shoes, she curled up on the couch. Mamori's blue eyes slowly closed, quickly sending her off to dreamland.
...Meanwhile...
The classroom of 2A was packed than usual as the entire DevilBats team sat in the back, feverishly taking notes. Everyone was shocked by their presence except for a certain bleach-blond, gun-totting quarterback.
"Make sure you write down every goddamn word! I don't want anything left out, you fucking brats!"
btw, 'classroom 2A' was just something i came up with. bye!