here is is, Chapter 5. this is an extra long special chapter which includes HiruMamo and the entire team. it wasn't supposed to be this long, it somehow morphed into this monster LOL.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer- "Eyeshield 21" belongs to its rightful owners, NOT ME!! (fake tears)

Chapter Five: Creampuffs

When he asked them a first time, they fainted...only to be revived by gunfire. The second time around, only some fainted while the others asked questions. It took a few more tries, but the Devilbats quarterback had successfully asked his team to help him do the impossible…bake creampuffs. So now, instead of practicing, they were inside the school's kitchen after class hours.

"Hiruma-san, why can't you just buy some creampuffs from Kariya's instead?" Sena asked his senpai.

Rapid gunfire and curses followed after. On the field, they were warriors, but in the kitchen…they were wimps. Almost everyone in the room couldn't tell a ladle from an egg beater. Thankfully, Yukimitsu had taken it upon himself to assign thoroughly researched jobs to everyone. The team didn't even question Hiruma when he sat down and began typing away on his laptop. According to the 'Hiruma Youichi to Japanese' dictionary, he expected them to do all of the work.

"Hiruma. You should help too," Musashi said to the bleach-blonde.

Hiruma just popped his gum, not even looking up at the kicker.

Musashi sighed. "I don't much about relationships, but I think that a girlfriend appreciates it when her boyfriend does this stuff."

Hiruma stayed silent. Shaking his head, Musashi walked away to help the others. The next hour was filled with nothing but the following…

"Kurita-san! Please stop eating the ingredients!"

"Ah-Ha-Ha! Baking is my speciality."

"Watch this, Sena! Mixing MAX!"

"You're spilling it on the counter!"

"Is it supposed to be green?"

"Huh?

"Huuh?"

"Fugo!"

"I should've skipped school today…"

"Is something burning?"

BOOOOOOOOOM!!

The entire school shook from the giant explosion that originated from the kitchen. Students from the other clubs rushed outside for safety and saw smoke escaping from a room on the upper floor. The next five minutes sounded like this…

"AAAHH! FIRE!"

"Where's the fire extinguisher?!"

"Ah-Ha-Ha, I shall put this fire out!"

"Taki-san, you'll get burned!"

"FUNNURABA!"

"Kurita-san! Don't smash the oven!"

"Panic MAX!"

"Yep, should've skipped…"

The sprinklers then erupted with water, drenching everyone present and quenching the fire. When it ceased, the Devilbats team slowly turned their heads toward a soaked, and obviously, pissed off quarterback. He closed his ruined laptop, stood up and slowly advanced toward them. A dark aura engulfed his body.

"You…you…you…"

They braced themselves for a tirade of cuss words and gunfire. Before Hiruma could do anything, the door slid open and a certain manager stood in the doorway. Her blue eyes widened at the sight before her.

"What…"

Now, Mamori could be very sweet and innocent and motherly, but right now, she was pissed off. She walked into the room and surveyed the damage. There was water everywhere, batter and cream spattered on the walls and floor, a charred oven, and eleven football players who had some explaining to do. The auburn-haired girl let out three slow breaths before…

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!"

…she screamed her lungs out. Everyone froze in their spot as they watched their beloved manager rant.

"How did this happen?! As a matter of fact, why did this happen?! Do you have any idea what all of you have done? You destroyed school property and nearly caused a fire! You endangered everyone in the building! The school committee is gonna have a field day with this! Someone better tell me everything, RIGHT NOW!!"

Sena stepped forward, knowing full well that Mamori would never hurt him…he hoped. The short brunette readied his legs should things get bad.

"W-We were b-baking and…things went wrong?"

Mamori placed her hands on her hips, her anger slowly dimming for the boy. "And why were you baking, Sena-kun?"

"Well, Hiruma-san…"

Blue eyes shifted their evil gaze toward the bleach-blonde. "I should've known it was your doing."

Hiruma popped his gum and scoffed at the fuming girl. The team backed away from the quarterback as the ticked off manager walked over. Once the door was clear, they zoomed out of the room and far, far away from the school.

"Spill, Hiruma-kun."

Hiruma scoffed. "I don't need to tell you anything, fucking manager."

Mamori gritted her teeth. "As a member of the Disciplinary Committee, I deserve an explanation for this…this…DISASTER!"

Hiruma mumbled something under his breath, but all Mamori heard was 'fucking manager'.

"What was that, Hiruma-kun?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"It was supposed to be a fucking surprise!"

Mamori raised an eyebrow. "What was?"

The quarterback then shoved something in her face. It was a sopping wet book entitled How to Cook Delicious Treats and Desserts. Mamori took the book in her hands and stared at it. She then opened it to a marked page.

"A recipe for creampuffs?" Mamori raised an eyebrow at this. "You were baking creampuffs?"

Hiruma swiftly grabbed the book back and placed it on the counter. "That damn food was supposed to be your fucking birthday present."

Mamori started holding back a laugh, but this scene was too funny. The auburn-haired girl's laughs echoed in the room, much to the quarterback's annoyance. His ears twitched slightly. She stopped after a while, wiping away some tears from her eyes.

"Hiruma-kun…you could have easily gotten some from Kariya's instead of forcing everyone to cook and destroying the kitchen."

The bleach-blonde growled. "Shut the hell up, fucking girlfriend!" He then picked up his laptop and tucked it under his arm.

"You know that you're gonna have to pay for the damages you've caused!" Mamori shouted as Hiruma left the room.

"Don't worry…I will!" Hiruma cackled as he walked down the hallway.

Mamori sighed and shook her head, knowing that her boyfriend would probably blackmail some poor sap in to paying for everything. She casually left the room and headed toward the clubhouse.

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The next day, the school kitchen was completely renovated. There were brand-new stoves, sinks, and equipment like on one of those high-class cooking shows.

Hiruma-kun really outdone himself this time.

Mamori sat at her desk, munching on a box of Kariya creampuffs, which were left in her locker this morning, while thinking about a certain bleach-blonde quarterback.