Disclaimer : Eyeshield 21, and all its wonderful characters does not belong to me, ever (I wish it was)..
And there will be languages (you know Hiruma right)
This is my first fic, so comments and advices are really welcomed.
To Irish Leprechaun, thank you for teaching me, you are a good teacher indeed -
italics are for thoughts (aside for the paper contents)
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It was a normal day at Deimon High School (to all the students and its surroundings of course). A loud boom was heard in the football field. There, the tall and lanky 'commander from hell' as the students proclaimed, was barking orders to his teammates.
'' Fucking idiots, run faster damnit…you run worse than the fucking damn sissies, kekeke '' cackled the quarterback while throwing some flamethrowers to add to their misery.
From afar, the ever beloved Devil Bats manager, Anezaki Mamori, could be seen running towards the football field clutching papers in her hands. Her face, red from running. Scanning the field, she made her way towards the lean quarterback.
The quarterback spotted the brunette and grinned to her. '' Oii damn manager, what's biting your tail? '' snickered Hiruma.
Mamori frowned but still managed to be calm. '' Mou Hiruma-kun, its Mamori ok '' snapped the girl.
'' Here, you know what, look , I've got something for you '' Mamori handed the crumpled papers she held to him. Hiruma stared doubtfully at the papers before picking it up gingerly like it was some disease that might infect him and started to read.
Dear Whom It May Concerns
Greetings..
As we all know, our beloved Deimon High School would be celebrating its 50 years of opening in two months time. To celebrate this historical moment, the board of the Disciplinary Committee would be organizing a singing competition on that day. The winners of this contest would be handsomely rewarded. It's a compulsory entry for all the clubs and society registered under the school to participate. 2 entries per club/society. If this notice is neglected by which, we will use all our power and means to suspend the society/club. Below are the details of the joyous occasion. All entries MUST be handed to Anezaki Mamori a week before the competition.
Have a nice day…
VENUE : Deimon High School football field
DATE : 26 September 2007
p/s – entries must consist of both male and female. Choice of songs and minus one's are on your own hands.
Sincerely,
Seiji Kazuki
(President of the Discipline Committee)
'' What the….fuck '' that was all the blonde could mutter under his breath after he read the papers. Furious, he crumpled the poor object into a ball and throws it afar as if it's a football.
Mamori who was stunned by his reactions simply nodded, fully accepting why he behaved that way.
'' I could fully understand why you would be really pissed off with this Hiruma-kun. I mean, yeah, the game between us and the Oujou's ARE really around the corner and we need the practice and not singing, ne Hiruma-kun '' stated the beauty to the blonde.
As if the devil was in a trance, and didn't hear a word she just said, Mamori snapped her fingers in front of him. Slowly registering what his manager had just said, and the contents of the papers, Hiruma started to boil with rage.
Mamori on the other hand, was then greeted by a very pissed of demon as he yelled at the top of his lungs '' STAY OUT OF MY FIELD YOU FUCKING MORONS!!!! '', while firing rounds of firearms along the way making the 'forgotten' teammates run scattering to save their lives before being shot by an angry demon.
Practically, the whole of Deimon could hear him and was shivering to their bones hiding under their desks, praying to the gods to let them live until next day. A very ohh so very pissed off demon means more anguish to their lives. Surprisingly enough, school ended very early indeed (10.30 am to be exact).
Mamori who was standing face-to-face with the grumpy quarterback, looked past him and shot a ' get-the-hell-away-from-here-if-you-wish-to-see-the-living-daylights-of-tomorrow ' look to the other players, signaling them to head home immediately before a certain someone tortured the living hell out of them. Hurriedly, the rest of the team, with no objections or the curiosity to know what made their captain blow like that sneaked away quietly from being detected by Hiruma.
Hiruma on the other hand stomped furiously towards the clubhouse, head full of thoughts. Kicking the door open, he jumped on the counter and opened his laptop (almost looking like he was going to snap it into two) and typed away furiously. Mamori who followed him from behind closed the door gently and started to brew some coffee, a method she learned recently to cool him off by spending way too much time with the quarterback. Black coffee with no sugar added to be precise.
Pouring the freshly brewed coffee into two styrofoam cups, she handed one to the fuming blonde. Like some offering to the gods. Hiruma looked up from his laptop, took the cup without a word and slowly sipped the coffee. Seeing the boy more calm and composed, Mamori sat at one of the chairs at the roulette table and tried to start a conversation with him.
'' Ano Hiruma-kun, what should we do? '' Mamori gently yet firmly asked him.
After a moment of silence, the demon looked up at her in those blue eyes of hers and simply replied, '' We'll entertained those fucking morons if that's what they want too see us do. I would have easily blown off to bits the idiot who even dared to act all so mighty up there. But considering all the clubs and societies will be chasing after that damn annoying idiot, why waste my time and energy when the job's considered done '' while flashing his evil grin to her.
Mamori chuckled hearing this and nodded in agreement. '' So damn manager, what's the prize, kekeke? '' beamed the quarterback plopping to the chair in front of her.
'' So typical of him. It's Hiruma–kun mind you. What do you expect? '' Mamori thought smiling sweetly at him.
'' Why don't you decide for yourself ne Hirum-kun? I'm sure they won't mind if you do '' the brunette smirked at him making Hiruma cackle more evilly.
The singing competition would sure change the hell out of everyone's lives, including Hiruma and Mamori themselves