Ficlet Series (ES21)

There's Something about Hiruma


Rui.

Rui remembered the first time he met Hiruma. It was that day they scheduled that practice game, and he had gone over to Deimon High to meet with the quarterback. He opened the door to the club house, and there Hiruma was, polishing a huge grenade launcher that sat between his thighs. Rui felt hot all of a sudden.

Hiruma raised an eyebrow. "You that fucker Habashiro?"

"Yeah." Was he drooling? He might have been drooling. "That's me."

"Got any weapons?"

Rui took out his knife and stabbed it into the desk. "You?"

Hiruma kicked his grenade launcher to the side, where it collided into the wall with a loud crash. Plaster flew into the air. It was just like a scene from a romance movie, Rui thought.

"I don't believe that's all you got," Rui said, and he drooled a little more as Hiruma got up and walked toward him.

"Yeah? Wanna check?" Hiruma turned his back to Rui and leaned over, hands on the table. Rui walked forward and spent a good two minutes checking every inch of Hiruma's body. It was the best two minutes of his life.

Shin.

Shin remembered the first time he met Hiruma. It was first year, during a practice game between the knights and the bats. The knights won of course, without needing Shin's help, so Shin mostly sat on the sidelines. And watched Hiruma. He watched Hiruma fumble and sweat, watched Hiruma getting tackled by large, sweaty boys, watched Hiruma tackle large, sweaty boys. He wished men still played sports naked, like they did in ancient Greece. Mmm... he imagined Hiruma playing football naked, and getting tackled by all those naked, sweaty boys.

When the game was done and the players went to face each other, Shin gave Hiruma a hard slap on the ass.

"Good game," he said.

"Shin," Sakuraba whispered, "I thought players only slapped their own teammates on the ass."

"No," Shin lied, "opposing team members do it too."

"Shin," Sakuraba whispered again, this time a little more urgently, "check yourself."

Shin looked down. How on Earth was his erection showing through his jock strap?

Sakuraba.

Sakuraba knew that Shin had a thing for Hiruma. How could he not? Sakuraba asked himself, watching Hiruma running through his video camera. Hiruma was so... cute. Sure, he was also crazy, and had held Sakuraba at gunpoint when they had first met, but that was all part of his charm.

Sakuraba licked his lips as he watched Hiruma take a fall. With that tight little ass, Hiruma could be as crazy as he wanted to.

This was one battle Sakuraba was not losing to Shin.

Shogun.

"I want to go survey the Deimon Bats and the Cupids," Sakuraba had told him, Shin in tow. That slacker, Shouji thought, he probably just wanted to skip practice.

"Fine," Shouji replied. After all, he had his own motives to think of.

Later, after the team had reviewed the video (which was predictably filled with close-ups of Hiruma), Shouji went back into the club room and stole the footage. When his wife and kids were asleep he sneaked downstairs, settled into his couch, and turned the tape on.

"Ah," he said, rubbing at his crotch, "Hiruma..."

Musashi.

Musashi knew all kinds of guys wanted to get into Hiruma's pants, but that didn't really matter to him, because when all was said and done with Hiruma was his. He was the one who was having fun with the trigger happy psychopath, whether that fun was in Hiruma's room, the club house, or a photo sticker booth. Musashi laughed. That last one had resulted in some pretty interesting photos, although the experience wasn't as amusing as the one up in that tree. At any rate, he wasn't worried about Hiruma's crazy mad pheromones, because at the end of the day he was the only one coming inside of that too-cute-for-words ass.

Musashi-san.

Musashi walked into his dad's hospital room, a bouquet of flowers clenched in his fist. He put them in a nearby vase, hoping he didn't squish their stems too much.

"Hey," Musashi said, taking a seat next to the bed and lighting up another cigarette. The receptionist had made him put out the other one when he entered the hospital. "You have another visitor today."

The elder Musashi looked up as Hiruma entered the room. The younger Musashi watched him suspiciously; he had seen the way his dad's eyes had lit up as Hiruma walked in.

"Hey, old man," Hiruma said, "how's everything going?"

"Hiruma! I haven't seen you in so long. Come here, come here."

Hiruma walked up towards the bed.

"Closer." The old man patted his bed next to him. "Sit down beside me."

Musashi took an extra long drag on his cigarette.

"It's been so long since I've seen you." The old man put a hand on Hiruma's waist, and Musashi was not pleased to see it brushing against Hiruma's ass. The old man put his other hand on Hiruma's chest and rubbed through the shirt. "Look at how big and strong you've gotten."

Musashi put out his cigarette.

"And just look at how toned your legs are now," the old man mumbled, moving a hand to Hiruma's thigh.

"Yeah." Musashi got up and pulled Hiruma towards him. "We gotta go now."

Kid.

Kid was out on the town on one of those lazy, dog day afternoons, contemplating the weather and such as he tried to find a place to cool down. He caught sight of something in the periphery of his vision... a saloon. He smiled as he made his way towards it... what luck he was having today.

"One cold milk," he told the barkeep, who looked at him funny but didn't say anything. The old man got him his drink, and Kid settled down and just enjoyed himself. Then he noticed some one sitting down next to him, and looked over. It was that guy, from the Deimon Bats, frisky kid named Hiruma. He looked the other boy up and down, then stopped, noticing the gun tucked into Hiruma's pants.

"Is that a .45 colt?" he drawled, getting a little excited.

"Yeah," Hiruma answered back.

"That's a beautiful gun."

"One of my favorites," Hiruma confessed.

Kid looked into Hiruma's eyes. He was in love.

.end.

Note: When Rui first meets Hiruma, he's dressed up as Eyeshield, a detail conveniently left out of this ficlet.