Hiruma\'s moments
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+. to F › Eyeshield 21
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,370
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1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Shin Seijuro
A/N: Here you go, one more one-shot! Beware of spoilers.
...
SHIN SEIJURO.
Sometimes Hiruma hated it that he respected Shin enough not to give him a \'fucking\' nickname. Though he would never admit it out loud for a few of reasons: one - his pride wouldn\'t let him; two - fucking monkey, shrimp or whoever would be bothering him non-stop demanding respect until he shot their asses off to anther galaxy; three - Shin was already self-confident enough, without boosting his ego. So yeah, they could torture him all they wanted, but he would never admit it. Still, it was irritating. He had given names to everyone that caught his attention for one or other reason, but not Shin. And since he hadn\'t done it from the beginning he was having problems with it now - inspiration just wouldn\'t come to him. The bitch.
Emerald green eyes darted to the side. Yep, Shin was still staring. It had been almost an hour since Hiruma felt a heavy stare on his persona, only to find the strongest player in Oujo White Knights drilling holes in him. That happened to be the main reason why the blonde tried to work his brain hard to come up with a nickname. And still nothing. Besides he had no time to go and knock the teen\'s teeth out. He had a team to train and strategy to develop. In addition, he had no idea what Shin came for. Watch Sena train? It could be an option if only the strong man watched Eyeshield 21, not him. Watch him? What for? Hell, he had never had a decent conversation with the \'Knight\' to begin with.
"Tch, dumbass." Hiruma concentrated on team-mates on the field and shot a few rounds at them for slacking. "Move your ass, fucking shrimp!"
...
Shin watched Hiruma shout and shoot at Sena, forcing the young teen to run faster. The training methods the blonde used always surprised and amused him. Some of them were plain crazy.
Just days ago \'White Knights\' lost to Deimon in the Kantou match. He was impressed with Sena\'s speed and determination to win, which in the end led to Oujo\'s demise. There was though one moment he wished he could repeat but a bit differently: when he blitzed the blonde. No matter how long he had known Hiruma, he was still surprised by the teen\'s fast reaction when he avoided the first tackle. Despite having no physical abilities to speak of, except throwing amazingly strong and precise passes, and being downright inferior to the most players in that aspect, that slender body turned out to be very nimble and flexible.
In both strategy and passes Hiruma overruled Takami who had been playing American Football a couple of years longer. He couldn\'t even begin to compare the blonde to any other man in terms of mind games. And Hiruma was positively evil, even though he had a softer side to him. Not that many had the pleasure of seeing it. Anyway, he honestly didn\'t want to damage the blonde, for he was aware that his Trident Tackle hurt. A lot. He had seen Hiruma\'s eyes widen and heard him stop breathing for a second or two due to the force of the attack. But, well, a game was a game. And given the opportunity the demon captain would have ordered his linemen to break his bones to win.
To be completely honest, Shin wanted to tackle Hiruma, just in a more intimate way. That was the reason he had been sitting on the same bench for an hour already, his eyes following each movement the blonde made. Shin knew that his team suspected something, what with the way his attention often taken by the demon. But really, who could blame him? He knew that, for example, Takami and Sakuraba felt almost the same. He didn\'t even want to think of other teams. Hiruma\'s personality - even though violent and rude - coupled with that lithe body made him nearly irresistible.
He noticed the teen during the first match Deimon vs White Knights, when demons lost with score 99-0. Back then he didn\'t have any time for pursuing a relationship, plus there was also Musashi watching his captain and not leaving his side. Now though the hardest times were over and he could afford acting on his feelings. Shin heard another round of bullets go off. Well then, he had wasted enough time.
...
"What the hell are you doing eh, Hah-hah brothers? Use your fucking hips if you don\'t want to be crushed like some pansies by shitty Dinosaurs into a Hah-hah sandwich! I should have sent you to train with the fucking Complete Baldy."
"Hah?"
"Haah?"
"Haaah? With Banba? No way!"
"Then fucking work! We haven\'t got much time, fucking retards!"
Only then Hiruma felt a presence at his side. He knew it wasn\'t one of his team, for the feeling he got was too heavy and demanding. He really didn\'t want to experience Trident Tackle once more if the man decided to get violet for the lack of attention. He turned slightly and the deep blue eyes still drilled holes in him.
"What the fuck do you want?"
Shin stared at the blonde for a couple of seconds more and went with it, being the straightforward person that he was.
"I like you."
Leaving almost no time for Hiruma\'s brilliant brain to proceed the information, the Oujo Knight grabbed him with the speed he showed in the last game and kissed the demon captain. When Shin pulled away, a gun was pointed at his abdomen with Hiruma seething.
"What the hell do you think you\'re doing, you shit for brain? You\'d do well to get out of here, before I make some more holes in you!"
Sena\'s eyes were almost falling out of the sockets. His biggest rival, the man he looked up to, the strongest person he knew...liked Hiruma? Their Hiruma-san? Monta felt the same, staring at the two older teens with his mouth hanging open.
Shin stood impassively before the blonde, calm as usual.
"It\'s obvious that I kissed you."
Hiruma really didn\'t know how to deal with Shin. The teen wasn\'t afraid of anything: always calm, collected, confident. Like a fucking mountain which would be impossible to move.
"I know that, you fucking lump of muscles. I gave you no fucking permission to kiss me, dumbass!"
"Knowing that you wouldn\'t let me, I decided not to ask."
The blonde stared at Shin, wondering just how many brain cells were really working in that thick head.
"You know what, just forget it and disappear. Or I\'ll shoot you."
"You have never shot anyone."
Hiruma smirked.
"If I haven\'t yet, doesn\'t mean I won\'t. Suit yourself."
A shot rang out through the field along with multiple shouts "Hiruma-san!", "Hiruma!"
The blonde blessed the day when mankind invented rubber bullets. Not the same effect as from the real ones but they still hurt like a bitch. Shin only blinked a few times and held his shot arm.
"That was unexpected."
Relieved sighs from the Deimon team went barely noticed. Hiruma gritted his sharp teeth, green eyes turning to slits.
"Fucking monster. I don\'t care whatever sappy shit you\'re trying to pull here, but I have no intentions of going along with it. So scram."
The blonde turned away and headed to the Deimon clubhouse.
...
All the time through the match with Dinosaurs and three weeks after Shin stopped by to make the demon captain see his point. When the All-Stars coaching team had gathered it gave the man more opportunities to bother Hiruma, despite the training regime he had with Sena. It hadn\'t helped the blonde\'s mood to improve especially since all advances were made in public, right before his team and other trainers. \'Deimon Devil Bats\' had constant ringing in their ears due to the amount of bullets being shot. A good deal of them right at Shin, who stoically took it and continued in his quest to get Hiruma to himself.
Right after the Christmas Bowl the blonde gave up, having no more patience and energy to shout and shoot when all his attempts were vain.
"Alright you fucking monster. I\'ll deal with you, just no more cheesy shit. And you don\'t get to know where I fucking live. Got that?"
Shin just smiled and used the speed of light to throw Hiruma over his shoulder and vanish in an unknown direction. It didn\'t matter how much Hiruma protested. He\'d get what he wanted. Whether it was training or romance Shin was always determined, stubborn and did things above his best.
Only Hiruma\'s shouts lingered after the new couple disappeared from view.
"Put me on the fucking ground or I\'ll kill you!"
The stunned Deimon team could only mumble a barely audible "Ya-Ha", not fully believing in what took place only seconds ago.
...
SHIN SEIJURO.
Sometimes Hiruma hated it that he respected Shin enough not to give him a \'fucking\' nickname. Though he would never admit it out loud for a few of reasons: one - his pride wouldn\'t let him; two - fucking monkey, shrimp or whoever would be bothering him non-stop demanding respect until he shot their asses off to anther galaxy; three - Shin was already self-confident enough, without boosting his ego. So yeah, they could torture him all they wanted, but he would never admit it. Still, it was irritating. He had given names to everyone that caught his attention for one or other reason, but not Shin. And since he hadn\'t done it from the beginning he was having problems with it now - inspiration just wouldn\'t come to him. The bitch.
Emerald green eyes darted to the side. Yep, Shin was still staring. It had been almost an hour since Hiruma felt a heavy stare on his persona, only to find the strongest player in Oujo White Knights drilling holes in him. That happened to be the main reason why the blonde tried to work his brain hard to come up with a nickname. And still nothing. Besides he had no time to go and knock the teen\'s teeth out. He had a team to train and strategy to develop. In addition, he had no idea what Shin came for. Watch Sena train? It could be an option if only the strong man watched Eyeshield 21, not him. Watch him? What for? Hell, he had never had a decent conversation with the \'Knight\' to begin with.
"Tch, dumbass." Hiruma concentrated on team-mates on the field and shot a few rounds at them for slacking. "Move your ass, fucking shrimp!"
...
Shin watched Hiruma shout and shoot at Sena, forcing the young teen to run faster. The training methods the blonde used always surprised and amused him. Some of them were plain crazy.
Just days ago \'White Knights\' lost to Deimon in the Kantou match. He was impressed with Sena\'s speed and determination to win, which in the end led to Oujo\'s demise. There was though one moment he wished he could repeat but a bit differently: when he blitzed the blonde. No matter how long he had known Hiruma, he was still surprised by the teen\'s fast reaction when he avoided the first tackle. Despite having no physical abilities to speak of, except throwing amazingly strong and precise passes, and being downright inferior to the most players in that aspect, that slender body turned out to be very nimble and flexible.
In both strategy and passes Hiruma overruled Takami who had been playing American Football a couple of years longer. He couldn\'t even begin to compare the blonde to any other man in terms of mind games. And Hiruma was positively evil, even though he had a softer side to him. Not that many had the pleasure of seeing it. Anyway, he honestly didn\'t want to damage the blonde, for he was aware that his Trident Tackle hurt. A lot. He had seen Hiruma\'s eyes widen and heard him stop breathing for a second or two due to the force of the attack. But, well, a game was a game. And given the opportunity the demon captain would have ordered his linemen to break his bones to win.
To be completely honest, Shin wanted to tackle Hiruma, just in a more intimate way. That was the reason he had been sitting on the same bench for an hour already, his eyes following each movement the blonde made. Shin knew that his team suspected something, what with the way his attention often taken by the demon. But really, who could blame him? He knew that, for example, Takami and Sakuraba felt almost the same. He didn\'t even want to think of other teams. Hiruma\'s personality - even though violent and rude - coupled with that lithe body made him nearly irresistible.
He noticed the teen during the first match Deimon vs White Knights, when demons lost with score 99-0. Back then he didn\'t have any time for pursuing a relationship, plus there was also Musashi watching his captain and not leaving his side. Now though the hardest times were over and he could afford acting on his feelings. Shin heard another round of bullets go off. Well then, he had wasted enough time.
...
"What the hell are you doing eh, Hah-hah brothers? Use your fucking hips if you don\'t want to be crushed like some pansies by shitty Dinosaurs into a Hah-hah sandwich! I should have sent you to train with the fucking Complete Baldy."
"Hah?"
"Haah?"
"Haaah? With Banba? No way!"
"Then fucking work! We haven\'t got much time, fucking retards!"
Only then Hiruma felt a presence at his side. He knew it wasn\'t one of his team, for the feeling he got was too heavy and demanding. He really didn\'t want to experience Trident Tackle once more if the man decided to get violet for the lack of attention. He turned slightly and the deep blue eyes still drilled holes in him.
"What the fuck do you want?"
Shin stared at the blonde for a couple of seconds more and went with it, being the straightforward person that he was.
"I like you."
Leaving almost no time for Hiruma\'s brilliant brain to proceed the information, the Oujo Knight grabbed him with the speed he showed in the last game and kissed the demon captain. When Shin pulled away, a gun was pointed at his abdomen with Hiruma seething.
"What the hell do you think you\'re doing, you shit for brain? You\'d do well to get out of here, before I make some more holes in you!"
Sena\'s eyes were almost falling out of the sockets. His biggest rival, the man he looked up to, the strongest person he knew...liked Hiruma? Their Hiruma-san? Monta felt the same, staring at the two older teens with his mouth hanging open.
Shin stood impassively before the blonde, calm as usual.
"It\'s obvious that I kissed you."
Hiruma really didn\'t know how to deal with Shin. The teen wasn\'t afraid of anything: always calm, collected, confident. Like a fucking mountain which would be impossible to move.
"I know that, you fucking lump of muscles. I gave you no fucking permission to kiss me, dumbass!"
"Knowing that you wouldn\'t let me, I decided not to ask."
The blonde stared at Shin, wondering just how many brain cells were really working in that thick head.
"You know what, just forget it and disappear. Or I\'ll shoot you."
"You have never shot anyone."
Hiruma smirked.
"If I haven\'t yet, doesn\'t mean I won\'t. Suit yourself."
A shot rang out through the field along with multiple shouts "Hiruma-san!", "Hiruma!"
The blonde blessed the day when mankind invented rubber bullets. Not the same effect as from the real ones but they still hurt like a bitch. Shin only blinked a few times and held his shot arm.
"That was unexpected."
Relieved sighs from the Deimon team went barely noticed. Hiruma gritted his sharp teeth, green eyes turning to slits.
"Fucking monster. I don\'t care whatever sappy shit you\'re trying to pull here, but I have no intentions of going along with it. So scram."
The blonde turned away and headed to the Deimon clubhouse.
...
All the time through the match with Dinosaurs and three weeks after Shin stopped by to make the demon captain see his point. When the All-Stars coaching team had gathered it gave the man more opportunities to bother Hiruma, despite the training regime he had with Sena. It hadn\'t helped the blonde\'s mood to improve especially since all advances were made in public, right before his team and other trainers. \'Deimon Devil Bats\' had constant ringing in their ears due to the amount of bullets being shot. A good deal of them right at Shin, who stoically took it and continued in his quest to get Hiruma to himself.
Right after the Christmas Bowl the blonde gave up, having no more patience and energy to shout and shoot when all his attempts were vain.
"Alright you fucking monster. I\'ll deal with you, just no more cheesy shit. And you don\'t get to know where I fucking live. Got that?"
Shin just smiled and used the speed of light to throw Hiruma over his shoulder and vanish in an unknown direction. It didn\'t matter how much Hiruma protested. He\'d get what he wanted. Whether it was training or romance Shin was always determined, stubborn and did things above his best.
Only Hiruma\'s shouts lingered after the new couple disappeared from view.
"Put me on the fucking ground or I\'ll kill you!"
The stunned Deimon team could only mumble a barely audible "Ya-Ha", not fully believing in what took place only seconds ago.