FASH: Another Hiruma/Sena, because this pairing is just oh so very awesome. This takes place sometime before the Taiyo Sphinx game. For anyone who is possibly reading my Riku/Sena, I'll get the last part done ASAP, but I'm having a bit of trouble figuring out Riku's mind... Men are to complicated... WHA!
Disclaimer: I only wish, because you know, if I did... Oh it would be good times...
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Sena glanced around the classroom nervously, he had been asked to stay behind after class by his home room teacher today, but if he took much longer then he'd be late for practice and God only knows what Hiruma would do to him for that.
"Ah, Kobayakawa-kun, I'm glad you could make it." His home room teacher began as he entered the room. "Do you have any idea as to why I asked you to stay after school today?" Sena shook his head, and his teacher sighed, opening his briefcase on his desk and shuffling through papers. "I'm going to talk to you about your dwindling marks, most notably in Math and English." Sena inwardly groaned, he hadn't had much time to do homework lately had he? Hiruma was always pushing the entire team so hard, Sena especially. "You're barely passing and if this keeps up you'll loose your position as secretary of the Deimon Devil Bats."
Sena practically whimpered. That was not good, if he lost his cover as the secretary, how would he be able to play? Plus they'd notice his marks were still abysmal and then place two and two together...
"I've decided that the best action plan is for you to get a tutor, and since I am aware that you already well acquainted with Anezaki Mamori-san, I think it would be in your best interest to-"
The door burst open, Hiruma not wasting a second before locking his eyes on Sena. "Fucking secretary, you're late for practice!"
The teacher visibly wilted. "N-Now now Hiruma-san, I've just been talking to Kobayakawa-kun about his marks and how it will affect his club membership." Hiruma's eyes narrowed into slits and he took a step forward, clenching a firearm in one hand while the other gripped at his hip.
"And what exactly does that mean, fucking teacher?" He practically growled and the older man was practically shaking his boots.
"What it means is Kobayakawa-kun will not be allowed to be your team's secretary if his marks don't go up. But don't worry! I've already got a tutor in mind and-" "I'll teach the fucking shrimp, I don't trust anyone else to do it right."
The teacher opened his mouth to reply, but thought better of it when he saw Hiruma's finger move over the trigger.
"Well then, I wish you luck on your studies Kobayakawa-kun, have a good day." He said before dashing out of the room.
Hiruma smirked at the empty doorway before turning back to Sena with a serious look on his face. "Go change and start running some laps. After practice it's just going to be you, me and some texts books." Sena nodded nervously and quickly rose out of his seat, not being able to help wishing Hiruma hadn't come in at the moment he had.
'Mamori-neesan would be a great tutor, but... Studying with Hiruma-san, alone?' Sena shuddered at the thought. 'He'll probably make me run laps for every question I can't answer, or shoot at me.'
Practice seemed to be unbearably short that day and Sena couldn't help but feel like Hiruma's eyes were following him everywhere he went.
'This is going to be horrible.' He thought to himself as he walked out of the change room to see Hiruma waiting for him, leaning against a tree and looking rather, well, frightening in the shadows.
"Alright fucking shrimp, let's go study."
Was it just him, or had he heard the cocking of a gun at the end of that sentence? Well, it didn't really matter if he did because he already knew what he was dealing with, he just had to live through it. So Sena obediently went to Hiruma's side and managed to walk home without any life threatening tragedies happening along the way, which seemed like it was an accomplishment, but Sena had never walked home with Hiruma before so he couldn't be sure.
When they arrived at Sena house the young boy had slowly opened the door and peered inside the house. "Mom?" He sighed in relief when there was no answer, he would hate to have to explain to his mother why he needed a tutor, in fact, he would hate to see his mother's reactions to Hiruma period.
"Oi, you going to keep me waiting outside forever?" Hiruma asked, right next to Sena's ear, who practically jumped out of his shoes when he felt the breath against his skin. "HIII! Uh, no, you can come in now." Sena said as he opened the door wider and stepped aside to let Hiruma through, the older boy didn't budge.
"Ladies first, fucking shrimp." Sena wasn't sure if Hiruma was trying to be polite or offensive, but what Hiruma said was law, and Sena didn't want to be 'punished' for something as stupid as not going inside his own home quickly enough.
"Do you want anything to drink, Hiruma-san?" Hiruma glanced around the house, blowing a bubble with his gum. "No, let's just get right on to studying." He made his way to the stairs and went up, going to the first door on the right.
Sena, kind of freaked out by Hiruma knowing where his room was located, only followed the other boy slowly as scenes of his ultimate demise ran through his head. Yes, death by English was quite a way to go.
"Alright fucking shrimp, here's what we're gonna do." Hiruma sat down on the bed and rummaged through his backpack, Sena gulped, who knew what could be in there? He was extremely relieved when Hiruma only took out his laptop. "You're going to get your English textbook and re-read everything in chapters one and two because you're having a pop quiz on it tomorrow." Sena was about to ask how Hiruma knew, but decided that it was a pointless question and it would be better to not know.
So Sena sat at his desk, desperately trying to make sense of the foreign language spread out on the pages in front of him. There were several times where he was sorely tempted to ask Hiruma for help, but he'd cast a look over his should and see the blonde cleaning a gun and he would suddenly feel a lot more confidence in his own skills.
He had just finished his struggle with the second chapter when Hiruma had place a hand written sheet of questions in front if him. The brunette stared at the page in front of him and carefully picked it up, as if it would explode if he touched it the wrong way.
"Hiruma-san, this is your writing, right?" "Why yes it is fucking shrimp, now answer the fucking questions!" Sena tensed when he heard the cocking of a gun and he gulped as his eyes scanned over the questions. 'I'm dead meat.' He held his pencil tightly as it hovered over the paper, beads of sweat were already starting to form on his brow. 'I can do this, I can do this, I just went through my text book for crying out loud! I can do this!' But even as he chanted words of reassurance in his head, he knew that he was just lying to himself.
It took him almost half an hour to complete a small quiz that might have taken a student who was fairly good in English ten minutes at the most. Hiruma's eyes narrowed as he scanned the answers, there were spelling mistakes, grammar errors and most of his answers were just outright wrong, as if he hardly understood the question in the first place.
Hirma angrily snapped his gum as his eyes moved to lock on Sena's small, shivering form. "Fucking shrimp, do you have any idea how easy these questions are compared to the ones that are going to be on the quiz tomorrow?" He asked lowly and Sena shook his head. "No Hiruma-san, I don't." Sena gripped at the hem of his shirt, averting his eyes from the silently seething blonde. 'He's going to kill me any second now!' Sena closed his eyes and tensed, waiting for the inevitable shooting.
He was nearly shocked half to death when instead he felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked up to see Hiruma glaring down at him, he was angry, but he wasn't yelling or shooting.
'Maybe he's going to kill me bare handed.' "How the hell did you pass the entrance exams for Deimon when you can hardly read English?"
"Well, you see... Mamori-neesan knew what types of questions they'd be asking on the exam, so she made me study those questions and taught me how to properly answer them." Hiruma frowned and the hand on Sena's shoulder gripped a little harder than necessary. "How much English do you understand?" "Just the basic stuff really, I was never any good at it." Sena replied nervously and Hiruma removed his hand from Sena's shoulder only to grab the boy's hand and yank him out of the chair.
"I'm going to go over the first two chapters with you." He began, picking up Sena's textbook from it's place on his table. "But we're going to have to sit beside each other so that we can both see the book." Hiruma sat on the edge of the bed and gave Sena a hard look until the boy snapped out of his stupor and sat beside him.
"When you don't understand something, point it out to me okay? Because if you get less than a ninety percent on next quiz I write up I'll fucking kill you." Hiruma said, looking more serious then Sena wanted him to while saying something like that. "A-Alright Hiruma-san. I-I'll try my b-best." He squeaked out as he stared at the textbook Hiruma was opening, becoming riveted with Hiruma's long fingers. 'Hiruma-san has feminine looking hands.'
"Hey, pay attention fucking shrimp!" "Y-Yes!"
Trying to learn something he was naturally bad at was a bit troublesome, and asking Hiruma questions were some of the scariest moments in his young life, but after around an hour Sena seemed to be getting the hang of what was covered in the first chapter, and Hiruma was getting used to having to answer every little question that the smaller boy asked.
They were just about to advance to the second chapter when Sena's mother strode into the room.
"Ah, I was wondering why there was an extra pair of shoes at the entrance. Sena, why don't you introduce me to your friend?" She smiled warmly at both teenagers and Sena gulped, glancing at Hiruma out of the corner of his eye.
"Th-this is H-Hiruma-san, he's the head of the club I'm the secretary of." Sena said quickly, praying that Hiruma wouldn't do anything to drastic.
"Pleased to meet you Kobayakawa-san." Hiruma stood up and bowed to Sena's mother, who gave a bow back. "Pleased to meet you too Hiruma-kun."
Sena held a hand over his heart, Hiruma was being polite? Why? What was going on!? Was the world going to end! 'This is surely a sign of the oncoming apocalypse!'
"Just tell me if you two need any snacks or anything okay? Study hard!" She called out as she left, unaware that the expression on her son's face was one of pure horror.
Hiruma turned around and rose an eyebrow. "What's got your panties in a knot?" "Y-Y-You were-" "Nice to your mom, yeah, so?" Sena's body went completely stiff and he could hardly help but think. 'Who are you and what have you done with the real Hiruma-san.' But thankfully as Hiruma sat back down beside him he gave Sena his normal menacing grin and pulled out a hand gun from his bag. "If we don't finish the second chapter in the next hour, you're going to play the punishment game." Sena almost sighed in relief, even though quite frankly he was scared out of his wits, Hiruma was being normal again, the world was back to normal.
Sena was slowly coming to grips with everything and he had fewer questions to ask during the second chapter, which was wonderful because he really didn't want his mother to hear a gun firing off in her son's room. That, and he really didn't want to get shot at in the first place.
When they had finished going over everything Hiruma had closed the book with a large, unsettling grin beginning to form on his face.
"Umm. Why are you smiling Hiruma-san?" Sena asked nervously as he glanced at his alarm clock, they had finished in under thirty minutes, so why was Hiruma smiling like that?
"For your next test I'll be asking you questions, and every time you get an answer wrong you have to remove an article of clothing." Sena blinked at Hiruma curiously, eyebrows furrowing together. "That's not a very funny joke Hiruma-san." "Who said I was joking." Sena stared at Hiruma's serious visage before realizing that the older boy was actually serious. "Hiruma-san!" He shouted, completely scandalized. "Why would you make me do something like that?!" Hiruma shrugged. "You'll think more carefully about the questions if your modesty is on the line. Your problem is that you never fully process the question, if your under a lot of pressure to answer the questions right you'll think about them harder."
Sena's mouth formed a small 'o', his eyes widened. 'Ohhh... But won'y that also make me unnecessarily stressed?' "Well, okay... I guess." Hiruma smirked. "Alright, and also remember, if you don't get nine out of ten right..." Hiruma gestured to his bag which was surely full of fire arms, Sena nodded and hoped beyond all hope that he would be able to answer all the questions.
He got through the first eight fairly easily, but question nine had ended up being a bit to tough.
"Correct the one word error: There's only five apples left." Sena's eyebrows scrunched together before answering confidently. "There is only five apples left." "No." Hiruma's eyebrows twitched as he gripped his gun harder. "There are only five apples left." Sena had quickly shrugged off his green jacket and had smiled nervously, one more question to go.
"Correct the one word error: His breathing was restored to normal by artificial perspiration." Sena's eyebrows scrunched together again and he slowly spoke his answer. "His breathing was restored to normal by artificial... Respiration?" Sena clenched his eyes shut, opening them carefully when he didn't hear any gun fire.
"Good job fucking shrimp, I'm sure you'll ace the quiz tomorrow, no problem." Sena chuckled a bit. 'I wonder if all the questions he just asked are going to be on the quiz... No he wouldn't know that... Right?'
"Next week you're having a unit test in English and Math, so over the next five days we'll go over Math, and then we'll review English on the sixth day. And you had better pass those test with fucking flying colours, or you know what'll happen." "Yes Hiruma-san." Sena's visibly wilted.
"I think that's enough studying for today." Hiruma began as he started packing up and Sena quickly stood up. "I'll escort you out." Hiruma gave him a strange look but stood up. "Lead the way, fucking shrimp."
As they passed the kitchen Sena's mother gave them a curious look. "Hiruma-kun, would you like to stay for dinner?"
Sena tensed and watched Hiruma closely.
"No thank you, maybe tomorrow." He declined pleasantly, sending shivers up Sena's spine. Hiruma being nice was possibly one of the most horrifying things he'd ever witnessed, but he had to be a good host until Hiruma left, so he had waited patiently as Hiruma put on his shoes before softly saying goodbye.
Hiruma turned the knob on the door and grinned at him. "Goodnight, fucking shrimp."
Later on that evening Sena nearly coughed up a lung when his mother mentioned his 'polite, handsome upperclassman' who was 'kind' enough to tutor him.
But hey, at least he was prepared for the pop quiz, that had questions that were miraculously similar to the first ones on the test Hiruma had given him the night before.
'I kind of feel like I'm cheating.' Sena thought as he wrote down his answers, biting his lower lip as his eyes scanned the page. 'I'm going to have to ask Hiruma-san to go over the basics with me for math, I don't want to answer questions on the unit test that Hiruma-san made me memorize the answers to.'
When collecting the papers his teacher gave him an awkward look.
"If the tutoring with him becomes to much for you-" "Don't worry, I'll manage somehow." 'This week is going to go by so slowly.'
Sena sighed when school ended, mindlessly gathering up his papers and shoving them into his backpack. Tonight they'd be going over math, oh joy.
He grudgingly made his way to the clubhouse and waited by the door anxiously. He was even worse in Math than English and he just knew Hiruma was going to give him a hard time over it.
He straightened his posture a bit when he spied Hiruma approaching him out of the corner of his eye. He could deal with Hiruma, he just hoped Hiruma would be able to deal with him and his inability to remember quadratic equations and the like.
"Alright fucking shrimp, let's go teach you some math."
Was it just him, or did Hiruma sound oddly happy?