When Heaven & Hell Collide
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Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21.
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It had been a week since the little incident with the speeding car and the strange man and for some unconcivable reason she couldn't get him out of her head! She was even starting to see him: at her work, at school, in the library, on the streets, everywhere she looked there he was! But at the same time he wasn't- if that made any sense. You see when ever she tried to get a closer look or try to talk to him he seemingly disappeared. There was even one incident when she ran up to him and was about to grab him to make sure he didn't disappear last minute, her fingers had barely managed to skin his shirt when- poof! He was gone!
After that she couldn't help but feel that she was losing it. Even now, opening the door to her modest apartment, she could swear that she saw a blond spiky head vanish around the corner. Letting out a sigh she closed the door behind her, kicked off her shoes and made a beeline for her bed. Collapsing upon it she glanced at her clock.
11: 35 PM
Burying her head into her pillow she let out another sigh. She really had to stop taking the late-night shift. With her eyes drifting shut and her bed being so comfortable and warm Mamori felt herself falling asleep. Surprisingly enough the last coherent thought she had before completely slipping away was a memory. A memory of the first time she meet the strange blond man...
"You have some nerve to run into me and then you have the audacity to tell me to watch where I'm going! Just who do you think you are?! "
"The devil." He answered with a smug smirk as he stared back.
Oh, well. It probably didn't mean anything anyway.
Before the sleeping girl knew it the sun was up and her alarm was buzzing like crazy. With a small yawn she got up, switched it off, and headed for her small kitchen for some breakfast. Since it was Saturday she didn't have to worry about work but she had a whole list of errands she needed to run before going to the library for an afternoon reading for the kids.
The sound off clicking computer keyes brought her out of her thoughts. What the heck? She wasn't on a computer... she didn't even own one! Looking up her eyes widened and her jaw dropped slightly. She rubbed her eyes and looked again.
Mamori was seriously considering the idea of a vacation. She was obviously working too hard for too many hours. After all there was no way that she was actually seeing the weirdo who had saved her life sitting on her kitchen counter, typing away at a laptop, and chewing gum at, she glanced at the microwave clock, seven forty-five in the morning. There was no way. None. It was impossible.
"About damn time you woke up." The man didn't take his eyes off the screen. "I was getting tired of waiting for you to drag your lazy ass out of bed."
All right, it wasn't nearly as impossible as she thought. In fact it was more than possible. It was real.
Letting out a scream loud enough to cause him to cringe, Mamori run behind her couch and grabbed the phone. With one hand dialing 911 the other quickly grabbed the nearest object- a pillow as the case was- and threw it at the man's head. This was followed by a magazine, remote, and a shoe that had been carelessly left on the floor.
Being caught off guard, the pillow had actually made contact. He let out a curse before getting up, while carefully dodging the other flying projectiles, and circled around the couch. She was almost within his reach when she bolted into the small kitchen. Almost immediately he found himself the target of many things that were not meant to be thrown. And damn it all if she didn't have a good arm!
In the midst of the war zone Mamori heard a comforting voice over the receiver. "This is 911. What is your emergency?"
"Hello! I'm Mamori Anezaki and there's a strange man in my apartment!" By this time she had unknowingly backed herself against a wall with the blue eyed man getting closer. Worse still she was running out of things to throw at him. "I need help now!"
"Calm down Miss. Just secure yourself in the bathroom or any other room with a lock-"
The person on the other end was cut off when Mamori started yelling into the receiver. "I don't have time to get to the bathroom! He's right in front of me!"
"I need your address! Miss?! Can you hear me? I need your address! Miss?!"
He had finally managed to get close enough to knock the phone out of her hand. He was about to make a grab for her when out of nowhere something came up from the side and hit him with such a force that it actually caused him to stumble back slightly.
The moment that phone had left her hand blind panic had taken over. Not having the luxury of time to think she grabbed hold of the nearest thing that could be used as a weapon, it happened to be a broom, and swung as hard as she could at the man before her. Seeing him stumble back she made a rush for the couch. She had almost succeeded in jumping over it and making a get away through the fire-escape when a hand grabbed her arm. Twirling around, she smacked him again and again and again.
Before she had the chance to strike him a fourth time he caught the broom and ripped it from her hand, tossing it in the general direction of the kitchen. He then captured both her hands and held them tightly.
Did this stop her from fighting back? Not by a long shot. Instead she struggled even harder and tried to kick him. "Let me go! Let me go!"
"Damnmit woman! Quit your squirming!" He growled as he lost his balance and they both toppled over the back of the coach, rolled off of it, only to land on the floor. This put him on top of her.
Still kicking she doubled her efforts. "As if! Now, get off me! Help! Som-"
One of his large hands over her mouth abruptly stopped any further cries for assistance. He glared at her. "No more of that you kami damned banshee."
Mamori contemplated how hard she'd have to kick him in order for him to lose his grip on her and allow a speedy getaway.
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