Summary: "Shut up"; the early days of Mamori's time as manager for the Deimon Devil Bats.
Notes: This will eventually be a set of 10 one-shots, each revolving around a different "order".
Disclaimer: I don't own Eyeshield 21. Nor do I own the idea of "10 Orders"; that belongs to the Live Journal community of the same name. I have no affiliation with them, and am simply borrowing some of their prompts.

1. Shut up

"All you do is whine and nag, fucking manager! Can't you think of anything else to do with your time?"

"It's not whining! It's raising issues with the insanity you consider training!"

Bullets were fired and summarily deflected by a mop. The pair glared daggers at each other, clearly trying to intimidate the other one with body language alone. Unfortunately, both were too stubborn to know when to give in.

Finally, Hiruma shouldered his gun and leaned in, drawing on his superior height to tower over Mamori. "Shut up, and get back to your work, fucking manager," he warned her, an unspoken 'or else' hanging clearly in the air. The quarterback headed for the clubhouse door, obviously considering his word to be final.

Mamori's eyes narrowed dangerously at Hiruma's back before, to the terror of the other club members present, she smiled sweetly. "Don't forget to put all of your things back where they belong, Hiruma-kun," she chirped. "After all, we wouldn't want anything to get lost, now would we?"

The unspoken implication hanging at the end of Mamori's comment was something that apparently not even Hiruma was going to touch, although he did snap, "I thought I told you to shut up, fucking manager!" before slamming the door behind him.