One Day in a Volley Field
Awww! I already forgot my password here in fanfiction net because of my negligence to update and update. Thank you for those individuals who subscribed in my story and gave awesome reviews, so here I am, giving you another chapter of HiruMamo pairing… I might have lost the confidence in writing since I've gone too long and I'm dying to hear an opinion from you guys.
This story is a bit long because I owed you much, just don't forget to blink and do not let your face near the screen okay!
For all the anonymous readers, thank you very much (muah) but I also welcome spammers and criticisms, so don't worry I don't bite.
Again… Eyeshield 21 and its characters do not belong to me, because if I do, I will make sure that Hiruma and Mamori will have an awesome scene together kekekekeke….
Gym Class…
"It's really hard to attend the gym class after the regular classes." Ayako whined while changing her clothes in girl's room.
"What's the matter?" Mamori asked.
"You know, after the time you spent in understanding the calculus and draining all your energy just to show the computations well - after that, you are going to exhaust the last drop of your spirit in this gym class." Ayako explained.
"I don't find it abnormal. I guess you just need to adjust yourself. Like you don't attend middle school before with gym class after the regular classes?" Mamori pointed arguably.
"That's it! Can't you get the idea on why I'm holding my feet back on the gym's floor? It's because of Aya and her other mean-ie girlfriends." Ayako said.
"Oh come on, let's grow. We are already old to have grudges and play silly stuffs." Mamori just shook what was Ayako told her.
"Old but not mature. There's a big difference in that word, Mamori-chan. Think of it Mamori-chan, who broke your tin whistle before. And messed with my uniform in middle school. And - and ".
"Shhh…" Mamori silenced her friend with a hush. "It will be alright, okay. So stop fidgeting." Mamori encouraged.
"Hello?" Emily called. "Teacher is already calling your names for attendance".
And so they headed inside the gym. After the roll call, the gym instructor told them to form a group of six and they will play volleyball. As expected, the mean girls are meaner to form a strong group, and Mamori is along with her friends. In that time, they have consecutive losses against the mean girls' group and the instructor is not happy about it.
"Mamori-chan, look… i-it is only a… a play but they all took it seriously." Ayako said.
"Yeah, I-I know that." Mamori said.
"Girls! Girls! The way to play volleyball is to use your hand not your face. I bet everyone knows it well." The instructor told everybody. It echoed inside the gym making the other students laughed about it.
"Okay, that's it for today. Anezaki, your group should practice more, okay? If you can't even bring a serve on the other side of the net then I'm afraid that you might fail this activity and this will affect entirely on your status.
"Oh, good grief! So what's with them? I mean, Mr. Higarashi did not see that those mean girls really want a piece of us." Ayako said with an obvious expression of anger.
"Don't ask me, because I don't know either." Emily said, massaging her palm from hitting the ball hard.
"What's up with you Mamori-chan?" Ayako asked noticing that their friend is quite.
"I – I just remembered how those girls treated us before. I just don't get why they behave like that? And now they are getting worse". Mamori said.
"We can't answer that right now but all I know is we really need a help from somebody who plays well. We have to beat those girls at least just once and pass this PE." Emily pointed.
"Okay! I'm going to ask someone in the Disciplinary Committee." Mamori said and headed to the office of disciplinary committee. Her friends bid goodbyes and as she walks at school's corridor, she noticed that the lights in their classroom are still on. So she went there to check if there are students lingered there.
"H-Hiruma-kun!" Mamori cannot be mistaken with that spiky blonde devil who is continuously tapping on his laptop. "Why are you still here?" she asked and walked across the room.
"Isn't it obvious? The fucking electricity in our clubhouse went down and I can't make this fucking strategy without the electricity." Hiruma simply answered, not noticing that Mamori sat in the table next to him.
"It might be hard for you, working alone in your team". Mamori said while observing the swiftness of his fingers over the keyboards.
"I'm not working alone." Hiruma said and followed "Fuck it! Why are you here anyway?" Being caught up in an unwanted conversation, Hiruma is trying to create a great barrier between him and to other people – including on Mamori.
"Hiruma-kun?" Mamori felt uneasy with that sudden change of attitude of Hiruma, creating an impression that he is difficult to deal with and she should keep her distance- but at some point, she find it hard to do that. Hiruma suddenly felt sorry from his attitude and burst of anger, he just don't like anybody to mix with his business but he declined to say "sorry".
"I-I'm sorry, Hiruma-kun, I shouldn't bother you". Mamori said sorry instead. She left him and although her legs are slightly aching, she proceeded to go into their Disciplinary Committee Office. But she is not successful in finding someone who is athletic enough to help them. After few minutes she went down and did not bother to take a look in their classroom.
She left the school immediately since it's starting to get dark, she walked briskly to avoid any strangers along the way and also feeling exhausted for that day.
"Oi, fucking classmate. You haven't answered my question earlier". A husky voice made Mamori stop.
"H-Hiruma-kun?" Mamori looked from the place where the voice came from and Hiruma came from behind. "I – ahh ahhh". Mamori yelled. Her right leg began to feel stiff and numb and then she cries for the torturing pain. She walked slowly and sat on one bench near the pedestrian lane.
"Hey, that's funny you know!" Hiruma held out his cellphone with camera and attempted to take a shot on Mamori's unconceivable face. But before he could do that, Mamori cried – little tears fell on her face that stopped Hiruma.
"Okay let me see it, fucking classmate." Hiruma kneeled in front of crying Mamori and lifted her leg. "Hey you have a fucking cramp here" Hiruma said which tells the reason why Mamori felt a terrible pain.
"A- a sprained muscle, "Mamori sobs "ouch Hiruma-kun don't do that!" Mamori tried to claim her leg but it hurts too much that it made her cry once more.
"Tch!" Hiruma made a sound probably cursing but he can't let Mamori be alone and so he massages her leg to at least ease the pain and have a quick recovery.
"Ouch!, be careful Hiruma-kun" Mamori pleaded.
"Why did you have this fucking spasm? Are you running all over the school?"
"No, I guess it's because of the volleyball in our PE class. Our opponents made us run all-over the place. And my legs gave up to the point that I can't stand anymore." Mamori confessed.
"Kekekekekekekekeke" the devil laughs wholeheartedly. "I suppose that fucking volleyball gave you a hard time. Is it same since you were in fucking middle school?"
"Hiruma-kun?" Mamori is really tired in hearing his words with curses. "It is same like in middle school but I'm not an athletic type of person. Yes I run but not like today". Slowly, the burning feeling and wrangled muscles are disappearing. "Hiruma-kun, you're good at this huh?" Mamori said now that she can smile and wipe her tears away.
"Feeling better now huh, fucking classmate?" Hiruma is not pausing every moment to annoy Anezaki. And although the girl want to throw sermons, she don't have any energy left in her - after all he helped her in her small predicament. Hiruma then sat beside her.
"Arigatou, Hiruma-kun" Mamori smiled. "Good thing for you, you're not obliged to attend PE classes since you have you're Football Club. And you can't get sprains like this one".
"Tche! You talk too much." Hiruma said but did not hurt Mamori's feelings. "It's just volleyball why would you be afraid of that?"
"Hiruma-kun, as you can see, Aya-chan and her friends are there and they still want us to paly dirty with them." Mamori said.
"Dirty?" Hiruma asked, such a word made a touchdown in his cunning brain cells.
"Yes, I mean" Mamori suddenly blushed from the word she gave, "it-its about - she and her friends usually messes with Ayako and Emily but I don't take bullies that easily back in our middle school days. And I thought that they already changed because we're at least older now" Mamori explained.
"Kekekeke, I kinda fucking like that dirty play of yours" Hiruma said and his teeth is glinting white, a cue that he got something up to his sleeve again.
"H-huh? What do you mean Hiruma-kun? Mamori asked nervously.
"Oi fucking classmate, you should put some weight on your fucking shoulder not only on your fucking elbow. If you do that there is not enough force to make a fucking shot on the fucking volleyball." Hiruma shouted Mamori.
Today, Mamori is under the hell-training of Hiruma Youichi – yours truly – and despite that it is still eight in the morning, Mamori felt pressure and annoyed.
"Hiruma-kun! Stop…calling…me…like… that!" Mamori is stretching her shoulders for another round of "spike".
"Tche! Stop whining fucking classmate". Hiruma yelled again. They've been there in the park for almost half an hour but Hiruma is feeling bored. He decided to rest his AK-47 rifle and hold the volleyball. He observed the ball well and looked at Mamori.
"Look, fucking classmate". Hiruma said. He swayed his hand to do the serving stance, and hit the ball with much force in order to reach the net. It reached the other side and it did not touched the net but it is "outside the line".
"Ke!, you see that fucking classmate?" Hiruma bragged.
"He? You call that "good"? The ball landed outside the line". Mamori questioned.
"Like I fucking care. The only thing that I showed you is how to exert effort from your knees, to your spine, running down your shoulder up to your elbows - " Hiruma is pointing his finger to those body parts to elaborate his explanation "- in that way, your fucking force is not only exerted on your fucking shoulders. Now, if you're going to ask me how to make the ball stay inside the other side, I guess it's your fucking problem."
"Mou-" Mamori pouted, well at least she have a clue on how to do it well.
After the long hours of practice, Mamori learned that her spasm was brought by the constant movement of her right leg. Hiruma explained that her right leg reacts first and that is very common to get some cramps. And at that time, Mamori prepared something for them to eat in their lunch and they sat under the shaded tree.
Hiruma silently ate his bento which Mamori made.
"Ano… Hiruma-kun, do you like the taste of my homemade bento?" Mamori asked. Her goal is to see how her new dish will hit the customers and Hiruma is the lucky "guinea pig".
"Huh? I don't fucking feel like there's much difference with the other dishes that your restaurant offers". Hiruma plainly said. Hearing that, Mamori's heart were discouraged and she pouted in response. Not knowing that Hiruma is dying to have a second helping.
The day of the PE activity arrived and the girls will play volleyball. Mamori, along with her friends held a practice before that. She taught them what Hiruma has taught her without saying a word that she learned it from Hiruma, of course.
They managed to play the volleyball well, although they did not beat the mean girls, at least they now know how to use their hands – not the face – and techniques to make the ball pass on their opponents. It was indeed a very tiring day for them, but Mamori is the busiest person that you can meet in Deimon. She managed to go in the Committee's meeting and felt no sore on her legs - she smiled and thankful that she felt good after all.
She went home and after checking that she has no assignments, she went directly on her mother's business. She spotted Hiruma who is looking on their list of menu. With no second thought she greeted him.
"Hiruma-kun, you never really fail to visit." Mamori said with a smiling face.
Hiruma raised an eyebrow, "What is it fucking classmate?" that husky voice and unmistakably "F-word" made Mamori annoyed. But she knows that somehow, Hiruma knows what she really wanted to say.
"Ano- arigatiou Hiruma-kun. Without your help, I guess we are in danger of failing the PE class." Mamori said with full of sincerity. She stood still beside Hiruma who put down the menu list and looked at her intently. With his hand supporting his chin, he watched the face of the young woman intently. Mamori flushed with shade of red with that sudden action of Hiruma and she busied her eyes by looking on the other side of the restaurant.
"Done talking fucking classmate?" Hiruma sounded like he is bored as ever. And Mamori just hold her breath and rounded her eyes, waiting and wondering what will happen next.
"Then I would like to order."
"Of-of course, what it is?" Mamori grabbed the menu list and trace if Hiruma is fond of any of their offers.
"I would like to have the one that you offered me in your fucking bento". Hiruma stated - not loud but Mamori can hear it well.
"B-but we don't offer it. I mean that was just – hey wait" Mamori placed her hand on the table and made akimbo, "you told me you don't like it, why is that you're looking for it now?"
"Huh? I did not said that I don't like it, though it's kinda stinkin' sweet – make it a little fucking sour and I'll enjoy it more." Hiruma said grinning at the end of his sentence. Mamori smiled and held the menu close to her.
"Okay then, I will make it quick". She left and Hiruma patiently leaned on his chair.
That's it for today! Hope you enjoy reading and I hope that I can follow this with another chapter...another progress...another revelation on HiruMamo love love love... kyaaa!
Some mumblings
yeah.. that's what we call true love.. True love really exists. It is very rare but some people are lucky enough to find it. If you are one of those lucky people who have found true love, make sure you hold on to it. =)