Fever
By Jillian Leonhart
Disclaimer: (picking up her brain cell which shattered on the floor) Oh… Me are not owning eshyields 12… Ooops… Me means Eyeshield 1… Noo..?? Then it mush bey Eyeshield21??? Yea… me dun own it… (Continue picking up her brain cells)
A/N: Nyehehehe… Finally I'm back!!! The fucking exams' over!!!!! Happy holyday for me!!! Here's the unexpected third chapter for you… It's kinda short though. But, enjoy!!!!
Chapter 3
Mamori Anezaki, the Devil Bat manager, was picking up the empty bottle which scattered all over the football field. The sun was already setting and the team had all headed home.
Mamori let out a sigh,"Hhhh… That's all of them." She whipped a sweat forming on her forehead, while glance over the now-clean field. "Time to clean up the club house." She said enthusiastically. Mamori had recovered from her fever yesterday, and now had switched on her motherly-manager mode. In her way to the club house, her cheeks flushed a bit as she recalled the memory when her 'snuggling' mode was on. That day, after the 'event' on the club house with a certain quarterback, she wake up the next day in her bed inside her room, with her mother telling her that some gentleman carry her home. Claiming that Mamori had being too tired and fainted during the Disciplinary Committee meeting.
'Hiruma-kun… Such a good actor…' she though with a small smile on her pretty face. Finally, Mamori reached the club house. She put her hand on the door knob while the other hand keeping the tray of bottle she carried.
'Thinking of the devil… He seems to be a little drowsy during today's practice… And his aiming wasn't as good as always to day. He almost shoots ME back then!!! I wonder if he is sick or something…' She paused with her hand still on the door knob, 'Why am I feeling rather guilty??' she tilted her head slightly confused. Well, because her fever last time was so high, she ended up didn't remember everything that happened two days ago very clearly. She just remembers till the part where her mind created a chibi Hiruma in cheerleading costume. Everything after that is a blank. Including the part with them kissing…
Mamori shakes her head, try to ignore the useless guilt for the demonic quarterback. She then slide the door to the club house open, and…
"ACHOO!!!"
Mamori stared wide eyed at the sneezing demon in side the club house. Hiruma caught red handed, sneezing. They both went silent for 10 seconds, before…
"ACHOOO!!!" Hiruma sneeze again. Mamori felt the corner of her lips twitched.
"ACHOOO!!!" Hiruma sneeze again. Mamori struggled to keep her self from laughing.
"ACHOOO!!! ACHOOO!!! ACHOOO!!! " Hiruma did a super sneezing combo. Mamori felt like she's gonna die of to much self restrain.
"ACHOOO!!!" Some gooey substance dripping from his left nose.
"KYA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Mamori couldn't help her self any longer. She drops off the tray from her hand and laughing very hard till tears forming in her eyes. She closed her eyes and doubled over on the floor, clutching her stomach while still laughing. The image of sneezing Hiruma keeps rushing in her head.
"KYAHAHA… AHAHA… Hi… Hiruma-kun… Hmpf… KYAAAA AHAHAHAHA!!! Y... you Sn…sneezing!!! Hmpf…" she kneeled on the floor with hands clutching her stomach. She stopped laughing when a very dark aura looming over her. She glanced up and met with the eyes of a very pissed Hiruma. She could she a vein popped on his fore head. She immediately stopped laughing.
"Ss… Sorry... Hiruma-kun…" she only managed a whisper, under the intimidating aura he spread around her. She felt guilty and stared at his face which was flushed with anger (or maybe because his sickness).
She kept staring nervously at his face. Poor Hiruma the author was not in her sane mind. SRUT! The gooey substance dripping again from his left nose…
Mamori really couldn't hold herself… The image was too much for her… "KYA HAHAHAHAHA!!!!" she laughed while Hiruma whipped the greeny 'thing' from his nose.
"SHUT YOUR TRAP, FUCKING MANAGER!!!" Hiruma snarled irritated. But Mamori couldn't stop laughing even if she wanted to. "KYA HAHA I… I can't… Mpfh…Ahaha…"
"I SAID SHUT FUCKING UP!!!" Hiruma grabbed her shoulders and pull her to her feet in a split second. He stared down at her. Their faces were centimeters apart. Mamori was so afraid. She never saw such anger in the quarterback's eyes. But something inside her make her couldn't stop laughing…
"Now shut up!" he said in a low dangerous tone. The grip on her shoulder tightened. It hurts but she still couldn't stop laughing. Now she felt like laughing to death…
"Hmpf… Hi... aha Hiruma-kun… I…c…can't…" she bit her lips to block the laughing wave that almost come…
"Tch…"Hiruma made a sound then the next thing she knows was she had stopped laughing. In fact, she had stopped breathing as Hiruma's hot lips were over hers. His hot breath blowing her cheeks. The hands gripping her shoulders were hot.
'He's sick…' she concluded.
As soon as it began, he parted and stared down at her dumb stuck face. His aquamarines irritated. "There. Take back your fucking germs." His voice was slightly different from usual, raspy because his cold.
"My… germs??" Mamori asked…
"Just shut up, clean the fucking club house and make me some fucking coffee." He swaggered and drops off on the sofa. Legs propping on the table, and laptop seated nicely on his lap.
Mamori quickly did as he told while blocking the 'sneezing Hiruma' image from her mind.
The end
Omake
Hiruma wake up and found himself still in the club house sofa. He glanced on the clock wall automatically. 'Almost mid night…' he thought. His cold had made him drift off to sleep when he was typing on his lap top, 'And the fucking mother-hen is still around…' He noticed that his lap top had been set aside and now folded on the table.
There were also a cup of cold coffee, a bowl and a note on the table. He picked up the note
Hiruma-kun, here's the coffee…And try to sleep more often. Even you need some rest. You're human right??^_^ I made you some porridge. It's on the bowl. I hope it's still warm by the time you wake up.
Get well soon!
P. S: About the sneezing…I won't tell a soul…Promise
"You better did, Fucking Manager…" a small smile crept on his face as he finished reading the note.
Mean while, at the Anezaki residence, Mamori was lying on her bed. Smiling while staring at sleeping-Hiruma picture on her cell phone." Cute…" she squealed in delight. The sneezing Hiruma and the sleeping Hiruma… She will definitely keep them for herself…
Jill: Hiruma-sama!!!! I'm sorry for humiliating you!!!! I'm really sorry!!! Please don't kill me!!!! (hides behind a desk)
Hiruma: (appears behind Jill with '1001 ways to Kill a Jillian Leonhart' book on his hand. Various firearms slung over his shoulders) Ya... Ha…
Jill: No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hiruma: Kekekekeke!!!! (Kick her in the ass to some mysterious dark portal in the corner, which lead to another dimension, then torture her there)
A/ N: I'm really sorry for the Hiruma-humiliation!!! I swear I still love Hiruma!!! I don't know why I wrote this!!! Blame my exams!!! It burns all my brain!!! I really am sorry!!!! (Shoot herself to death)
P. S: This chapter is dedicated for frieM3 and Goga-Tsuna who's expecting the third chapter. Here's the sick-Hiruma chapter for you!!! Sorry It didn't turn out well…