Ficlet Series (ES21)
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+. to F › Eyeshield 21
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
3,564
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Eyeshield 21 or its characters. I am not making any money from this fanfiction.
RuiHiru
Rui, Domestic Goddess
The weapons he used were in his hands: a mop and a plastic caddy full of cleaning supplies. Yellow, rubber gloves stretched from his fingertips to his elbows, and a blue bandana kept his hair out of his face. Now, it was time for Rui to clean Hiruma's bathroom.
First, he disinfected the toilet bowl, before scrubbing the seat. Then he moved on to the sink and shower, both of which he cleaned diligently. After about an hour he stood back to survey his work, and nodded, satisfied. Everything was suitably clean.
Next, it was off to pick Hiruma's clothes off the floor and do the laundry. In between loads he vacuumed the carpet, and organized Hiruma's gun collection. He found the Thompson next to the .40 S&W, instead of with the other machine guns... really, Hiruma was so disorganized sometimes.
After that he checked the time. Hiruma would be back in an hour, so that meant he had to prepare tea and dinner. He walked off to the kitchen, putting on the pink apron Hiruma had supplied for him. He decided to cook soba, having just learned how. And to think, a few weeks ago, he didn't even know how to cook and clean. He fondly remembered those days, before Hiruma had imprisoned him into this world of domestic servitude, and he was free to practice football and ride around with his motorcycle gang. He briefly contemplated running, but then he thought about his precious baby being scrapped and sold for parts, and he shuddered. Worse yet, he imagined Hiruma coming after him with several machine guns. Getting shot by bullets was really no fun at all.
He placed the soba and tea on the table, and went back into the kitchen to clean up. Hiruma came in a few minutes later and ate his dinner, then walked into the kitchen.
Rui felt a kick on his back, and with an 'oof', he fell face first on the kitchen floor.
"Good work, fucking slave." Hiruma cackled madly. "When you're done come into the bedroom. I want you to give me a good, hard fucking before I go to sleep tonight."
"Yes, Master Hiruma," Rui replied as he got up. At least, he thought, being Hiruma's slave meant he got to enjoy some funner duties as well.
.end.
The weapons he used were in his hands: a mop and a plastic caddy full of cleaning supplies. Yellow, rubber gloves stretched from his fingertips to his elbows, and a blue bandana kept his hair out of his face. Now, it was time for Rui to clean Hiruma's bathroom.
First, he disinfected the toilet bowl, before scrubbing the seat. Then he moved on to the sink and shower, both of which he cleaned diligently. After about an hour he stood back to survey his work, and nodded, satisfied. Everything was suitably clean.
Next, it was off to pick Hiruma's clothes off the floor and do the laundry. In between loads he vacuumed the carpet, and organized Hiruma's gun collection. He found the Thompson next to the .40 S&W, instead of with the other machine guns... really, Hiruma was so disorganized sometimes.
After that he checked the time. Hiruma would be back in an hour, so that meant he had to prepare tea and dinner. He walked off to the kitchen, putting on the pink apron Hiruma had supplied for him. He decided to cook soba, having just learned how. And to think, a few weeks ago, he didn't even know how to cook and clean. He fondly remembered those days, before Hiruma had imprisoned him into this world of domestic servitude, and he was free to practice football and ride around with his motorcycle gang. He briefly contemplated running, but then he thought about his precious baby being scrapped and sold for parts, and he shuddered. Worse yet, he imagined Hiruma coming after him with several machine guns. Getting shot by bullets was really no fun at all.
He placed the soba and tea on the table, and went back into the kitchen to clean up. Hiruma came in a few minutes later and ate his dinner, then walked into the kitchen.
Rui felt a kick on his back, and with an 'oof', he fell face first on the kitchen floor.
"Good work, fucking slave." Hiruma cackled madly. "When you're done come into the bedroom. I want you to give me a good, hard fucking before I go to sleep tonight."
"Yes, Master Hiruma," Rui replied as he got up. At least, he thought, being Hiruma's slave meant he got to enjoy some funner duties as well.
.end.