Disclaimer: I don't own Eyeshield 21... soooo sad... T-T

Disconcerted

Tch. Damn manager..

Why does she always have to follow Sena around? I figured once she found out about Eyeshield 21's true identity, she'll know it's best to leave him alone and let him be a man. But there she goes again. Tch. Babying him now, fing manager!!!

If only her brain's not half-useful. I gotta admit that others can read me sometimes, old tactics can usually be seen, but having her around gives me an extra edge; like having two brains sorting it all out. Tch. Damn manager.. Despite that she can be such a pain. All these oppositions about my "methods" and the nagging about too much training for the brats. Such a pain.. If she'll only adopt my methods, even her looks can take her a long way; can take us a long way. I can imagine the unbelievable access to data..

And now it's Kurita, that damn porker, acting like a baby. Everyone's acting like fing babies around here! Though I gotta give them credit. These damn kids are really doing well, especially with their "Mamori -nee-chan" around, always ready to pamper them. Tch. And now it's Musashi; can't believe that old man would act like that around her too. Tch.

What was she thinking waiting for me last night?! What was I doing sleeping like a damn baby?! Damn. What does she think of me now? Another one of her puppies?!

"Here's your water Youi-- Hiruma-kun!"

Was that a blush? Tch. Can't believe the damn manager's got a crush on me now. Or maybe I'm showing too much?! What's there to show anyway? Damn. The last thing I need now is a distraction. It's almost the Christmas Bowl. Maybe I need to take a break. These damn kids ought to have some too. Too much pressure can take it's toll: the damn porker made himself sick the other day, the boy monkey's training himself to bits, and the pipsqueak may just lose it, and who knows what "Mamo-nee" may do when that happens. It's always her, that damn manager!

(Gunfire burst)
"Hey! Fing brats! You got one hour to finish practice. Tomorrow's your lucky day, you got it free. I don't want to see your damn faces here. Got that?!" (Gunfire burst)

"Er-Hiruma-san, shouldn't we be practicing more? It's only a few weeks before our game with Shinryuji?"

"I told you to rest, fing monkey boy!" (Gunfire)
"Just do as I say!!!"

"Especially you pipsqueak! We don't want Eyeshield 21 collapsing before Agon because of fatigue."

"Er-Yes. Hiruma-san."

"Just be ready to train harder when you come back, damn brats!"

Tch. Now what is she doing running beside me?

"I think you made a good decision Hiruma-kun", said Damn Manager.

"Tch."

"You need to rest too. I still have some stuff I want to discuss with you, tactics, you know, but I guess it'll just have to wait", a sigh and a smile.

"Now."

"Er-What?"

"I said, NOW, fing manager!!! I wan't to discuss them now!" (Gunfire)

"Okay, okay, you don't have to use that!"

Tactics eh? Her plays are becoming more and more suited to my taste. Tch. I think she's attaching herself too much to me. Damn. This is not good. It's dangerous.

"That's enough for today, damn manager."

"Huh? We're not finished yet. And we haven't resolved the other plays. Frankly, I don't like the way you put all the pressure on Sena, I mean, Eyeshield21", a pout.

"You don't have to like it, damn manager. He's the ace and he knows what to do."

"Still, you're putting too much pressure on him. Sooner or later you're gonna wear him down."

"You don't have to tell me that, fucking manager!!!" (almost used the bazooka)

"Stop calling me that. My name is Mamori! Mamori!" a different kind of blush. Is it anger? No. Disappointment? Looks like.

She just started walking away. Tch. I can't believe she's flaking out on me like this. Damn manager.

"Hey.."

She kept on walking.

"Mamo-nee."

She stopped.

"I'll walk you home. I want some coffee. You can discuss your fing tactics while we walk. Tch."

That came out a bit too fast.

Coffee with the damn manager, a girl; almost like a fing date. I can't believe she caught me like that. Tch. She really is smart, and useful, and formidable. And the fing sunset light's playing with her face; she looks like some fairy princess. One third American eh? I can't blame those damn brats in school for following her everywhere. Her brain's so much like mine,but she's still a pain. And what's that perfume she's wearing? I swear it wasn't there last night. Damn.

"Harigato, Youichi."

Tch.

"Thanks for walking me home", the same vague smile; the same fing smile she had on when I woke up in the clubhouse.. her face inches from mine.. Damn.

"Youichi-san."

Tch. Stop calling me that or I'll blow your fing brains out.

Damn manager.

"See you around, Mamori".

Tch. (almost like an afterthought.. kekeke)

Do you get why it's titled Disconcerted?

heehee.. I sure hope so.. (sigh)