Truth Is Stranger than What We See

Disclaimer: I. DON'T. OWN .EYESHIELD21. All Eyeshield 21 characters are rightfully belonged to their respective owners. I just borrow them; make it a little (or too much-depend on my mood) OOC to flow with my ideas. Even the characters I created are based on the original characters. So, none of the characters are mine. Understand?

Rating: Just to be safe, I rated it as T. (For Hiruma colourful language and suggestive themes that may appeared in the fic)

Summary: Ughh... I hate summaries! Really, I'm bad at them. Is one line enough? Well, here you go! Mamori found out about Hiruma's little secret for being...a GIRL? (Yep, everyone! It's female!Hiruma~~ *^^) And, she is planning something for her dear captain...O'oh! What will happen to the demonic quarterback?!

Main Pairing: FemHiruma X...? (You don't have to know...yet—Kekeke...*sneaky smile*)

A/N: This is something that just popped into my mind while browsing through Eyeshield 21 fanfics. Really, I am wondering why there are so many FemSena, a few FemMonta but only one (I have found) about FemHiruma. So, I hope I can contribute to FemHiruma fics….*CLICK* Oops….That is one ominous sound. Well….just ignore the blond demon who threatens to shoot my head here and keep reading!

"..." for speech

Italic for thoughts or to emphasize something (depends on the situation...)

People ran away when they heard his name. Heck, some even fainted just by a mere glance from his sharp eyes. Couldn't blame them though. He did look inhuman; sharp angular features with a really demonic grin. The pierced pointy ears and predatory fangs do not help either. To a few group of people, he just like someone who would emerge from an egg dropped by a careless demon on her way back to hell.

Poor demon for losing her child.

And even poorer humans who—unfortunately—encountered him.

'Him' specifically named Hiruma Youichi.

Anezaki Mamori knew that he was a troublesome person right on the first meeting. I mean, who wouldn't? He was cornering her classmates, in front of her homeroom teacher in her class with that little cursed black book in his hand while laughing almost maniacally to the terrified occupants of the class. Being a responsible, newly appointed disciplinary committee, Mamori stormed towards the still laughing demon, not even noticing the panic gestures from Kurita who desperately tried to warn her not to do anything rash and...stupid.

To no avail of the chestnut-headed teen's effort, Mamori just planted her feet on the floor next to the demon with a stern look in her eyes. Sighing softly as he completely ignored her; she tapped gently on the boy's arm to retrieve his attention from the now shrinking girls.

Besides, gentle approach usually worked on this kind of situation...right?

Hiruma growled inwardly with utter annoyance of the slight disturbance on his intimidating activity. These stupid girls already pissed him off by drawing him in their now four-inches-thick sketchbook (that fucking book was just 8mm thick an hour ago!), in various fairy tale creature's outfits; not some demon or eight-headed creatures but fairies and elves and to his great irritation—they even draw him in pinkish fairy princess dress!

Stupid art-obsessed girls who didn't know how and when to express their art fantasies.

And even more stupid girl who dared to interrupt his—*cough*—sweet time torturing his prey.

With an annoyed look carved on his face, he rolled his eyes just enough to glare at the shorter auburn-haired girl. To his surprise and her credits, Mamori barely showed any sign of fear. Instead, her lips now formed a really eerie sweet smile. Noticing the unique reaction that she was giving him, Hiruma couldn't stop his mouth from widening to a huge predatory grin.

Seeing that, the whole class sweatdropped.

Minus the ever bored-looking Musashi who yawned lazily on his chair.

And a frantic Kurita who now was making weird dances in his attempt to warn Mamori of the upcoming danger.

"What the fuck do you want fucking disciplinary committee?" Hiruma was the first to speak between the two.

Mamori was slightly shocked. This was the first time in her life, meeting someone who barely a legal adult uttering two curse words with such straight face as if those words are proper in every day conversation. Though she disagreed with his ignorant tone, she spoke sweetly;

"Now, Hiruma-kun... That's not a nice choice of language, right? Stop using such words and please leave these girls alone. Please return to your seat," she ended it with a stern ordering tone.

Hiruma was...amused if not more irritated. Nobody ever talk to him like this before (except for several upperclassmen who thought it was fun to pick up on freshman like him. Pure idiots they were), so the amusement was inevitable. Cackling evilly, he lowered his head to the shorter girl, eyes narrowed dangerously.

"And who the fuck do you think you are to order me around like that?" his tone was nothing less than murderous now.

"I'm the disciplinary committee who is responsible for students' behaviour and discipline. So now, Hiruma-kun, please do as you were told," she responded seriously, not noticing the faint gasps and an amused chuckle (Musashi had a really scary mysterious glint in his eyes—*sweatdropped*) on the background.

Rolling his eyes dramatically, Hiruma flipped his ever feared notebook and skimmed through the pages. A second later, he let out a vicious 'YAHA' as his eyes captured the information he searched.

"Kekeke...Let's see if you still hold to that after reading this," he almost exploded into a fit of maniac laughter when he thrust the book in front of Mamori's eyes for easier reading.

Mamori's eye went wide to saucer size. She was currently changing the colour of her skin from her natural creamy tone to pale bone white to bluish tinge and finally turning tomato red. How could he know that? Her ultimate secret was supposedly to be safe in her diary and her diary should be safe in her bag! Mamori was red in rage now. She took a couple of deep breaths before...

"How on Earth did you know that?!" a scream went directly to Hiruma's ears (luckily she was standing at his side; easier to inflict some abuse on his eardrums if she got her chances).

Hiruma cringed at the sudden scream and hold his hands over his ears (the rest of the class were already prepared when they saw her taking deep breaths; common knowledge if you observed your mother before she threw a fit, y'know?).

"It's not my fault if you left your damn things around!" Hiruma yelled, trying unsuccessfully to rival Mamori's continuous rant. His trigger finger twitched on a rifle that suddenly appeared from nowhere.

"MY FAULT? YOU'RE the one intruding others personal privacy and I'M at fault?!"

"Who told you to fucking leave your damn diary around for everyone to read?"

"I DIDN'T leave it around! It's under my table!" she screeched angrily.

He grinned viciously. "For everyone to read!"

"YOU INSUFFERABLE TYRANT!"

The class occupants couldn't help but think how this screaming havoc actually started from a simple issue.

"STOP SCREAMING, IDIOT!" Hiruma raised his voice more, his rifle was already pointed to Mamori as she began to berate him on intruding people's personal privacy with the same high-pitched volume.

Then, something weird happened. Gasps could be heard everywhere, even from neighbouring classes where several dozens of students (and teachers) have been eavesdropping. Mamori ceased her lecture to Hiruma and again went bug-eyed. Her jaw slacked to small 'o' as she stared at Hiruma in utter disbelief and wonder. In fact... the whole class was staring at him rather than at them. A few curious heads of neighbouring classes poked from the door, trying to get a better view and in the same time, out of shooting range.

All attentions now fall to one and only Hiruma Youichi.

Hiruma Youichi, whom now was staring at the floor, absolutely being out of his character with a hand clamped on his mouth as if he either wanted to vomit or just said something that should be kept as secret. Either one, he had been uncharacteristically silent and...frozen. And that really made everyone, including Mamori (excluding Musashi and Kurita—now exchanging mysterious glances) nervous as if they're waiting for a volcouldo to erupt and turn them to ashes.

Kurita gave an urging almost frantic look to Musashi who just sighed heavily. Why must I do this? The matured-looking teen mentally questioned himself. Sighing again, he ran a hand across his dark hair and stood up, walking slowly to his still frozen friend.

"C'mon, Hiruma...I think your throat had been worse than yesterday, eh? Let's go get something for it before you permanently lost your voice," Musashi said with a slightly raised voice, as if he wanted everyone to hear his words. "May us, Mr. Hajime?" he asked politely, before dragging the frozen blond out of the class without waiting for permission from the horrified teacher. Simultaneously, Kurita trailed behind those two with a worried look on his chubby face.

The class resumed almost normally though whispers and wondering chats were exchanged among the students. Even Mr. Hajime was having the same thought of his students' whispers. Did what they heard a few minutes ago was true? No one dared to say it out loud for the fear that the blond devil doubled back and pumped their brains out of their heads.

Musashi and Kurita came back half an hour after that, sputtering out something sounded like Hiruma went home because his fever had worsen. No one believed that excuse though. The demon was perfectly fine before, not even a hint of him being sick or what so ever. So, from where this fever came from? In fact, could a demon really get fever? Shrugging that off, they pretended to believe Musashi's lame excuse.

Besides, no blackmailing, gun-toting demon in school for the rest of the day?

It will be HEAVEN.

Smiles and happy chatters sounded again in Deimon High. Everyone was enjoying the slight relief of Hiruma's absence. The school field was finally back to normal with carefree teenagers walking around without any fear of a certain demon with his black notebook and vast arsenal of firearms. Relieved with that fact, no one actually remembered what just happened that caused Hiruma to ditch a day terrorizing Deimon High.

No one except the ever-beloved Anezaki Mamori.

She was disturbed for the rest of the day. Her thoughts couldn't focus on anything else besides this morning's incident. What happened before was really eating her brain. She was positive that her hearing was pretty good but couldn't help but think otherwise. Did she imagine it, or...

Did Hiruma's voice actually turned to a feminine one when he raised his voice before?

If it did, how did that happen?

"Anezaki!" a deep voice calling her surname interrupted her next thought.

She spun around, only to be greeted with Musashi broad chest inches from her face. Blushing slightly, she stepped one step backwards and looked at his handsome face. Really, she did have a small crush on him right on the first sight. Something about his mature looks and demeanour make him seems reliable as potential boyfriend. She cringed at that thought. It's not like she was going to admit that openly, but a teenage girl could dream, right?

"Yes, Musashi-kun?" as politely as honour student should be, Mamori asked with a smile.

Musashi returned the smile politely and handed her a folded piece of paper (her heart squealed at joy at the sight of that...) "It's from Hiruma," he nodded once at her raised eyebrow and retreated back to a waiting Kurita, whom wasalready drooling over their lunch.

Mamori was...baffled. Why oh why did the demon give her a letter? Somehow, she had a bad feeling.

A flip of the paper and a brief read of its content, confirmed Mamori's thought. She frowned in disbelief. What she read was worse than what she imagined before;

Hey, fucking disciplinary officer,

I know your secret of being head over heels of the fucking old man. If you want your secret safe, STAY OUT OF MY WAY. Stop berating me on everything I did. I could do what I fucking want and I could fucking talk in any language I like. STICK YOUR NOSE TO WHERE IT BELONGS AND NEVER INTERFERE MY BUSINESS ANYMORE.

Hiruma

Though she was pretty pissed off with the fact that she was blackmailed by the demon, Mamori couldn't help but frowned at Hiruma's ridiculously elegant script on the paper. It was neat and not as messy as other boys' scrawl. Almost like a petite girl with well-taught manners wrote the letter (minus the horrible language of course...) rather than a demonic, maniac boy...

Mamori giggled at that thought. Hiruma? A girl? Now that was the most ridiculous thing she ever thinked of.

She looked down at the letter again. This time, an audible sigh escaped her lips. There was no way for her to maintain the peace and safety in Deimon High from Hiruma's dreaded claws after this. Gritting her teeth, she made a vow for a long-shot future;

If one day, she got a chance to torture the blackmailing demon, she will take it.

And she will commit the torture MERCILESSLY.