Ficlet Series (ES21)
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Category:
+. to F › Eyeshield 21
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
3,570
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Eyeshield 21 or its characters. I am not making any money from this fanfiction.
MusaHiru
He cleaned up and put his uniform back on... his school uniform, and the cheap cotton on his skin made him smile. Every one else had already left, long gone after their showers to celebrate, but he had taken longer then them. He hadn't felt this way in such a long time... he was high on the adrenaline, and he wanted to keep this feeling as long as possible.
Fucking American football. Who'd have thought it'd get so ingrained in him.
Musashi picked up his bag and walked out to the field. He stood on the grass, on that fifty-yard line, green all around him and big, blue space overhead. It was empty, still, so silent... for a moment, it was almost sacred.
He heard some one behind him, but he didn't turn around to see who it was. He already knew.
"Dumbass," he muttered, looking up at those field goals, his voice holding nothing but affection, "what would you have done if I hadn't shown up?"
"We would have beaten those fuckers without you," came the cocky reply, bullshit if he ever heard it. There was silence, and they stared out into the field, together, breeze dancing ballets around them. A few moments of comfortable silence, and then Hiruma was talking again. "You clean up nice."
Musashi smirked, took one last look, and turned around. "Yeah?"
Hiruma looked just like he always did. Crazy, but that's what Musashi liked about him.
"Yeah."
Musashi started walking out of the stadium, and as he passed Hiruma the blond stumbled into step beside him. Fucking American football, and he realized, it hadn't been the only thing he missed.
.end.
Fucking American football. Who'd have thought it'd get so ingrained in him.
Musashi picked up his bag and walked out to the field. He stood on the grass, on that fifty-yard line, green all around him and big, blue space overhead. It was empty, still, so silent... for a moment, it was almost sacred.
He heard some one behind him, but he didn't turn around to see who it was. He already knew.
"Dumbass," he muttered, looking up at those field goals, his voice holding nothing but affection, "what would you have done if I hadn't shown up?"
"We would have beaten those fuckers without you," came the cocky reply, bullshit if he ever heard it. There was silence, and they stared out into the field, together, breeze dancing ballets around them. A few moments of comfortable silence, and then Hiruma was talking again. "You clean up nice."
Musashi smirked, took one last look, and turned around. "Yeah?"
Hiruma looked just like he always did. Crazy, but that's what Musashi liked about him.
"Yeah."
Musashi started walking out of the stadium, and as he passed Hiruma the blond stumbled into step beside him. Fucking American football, and he realized, it hadn't been the only thing he missed.
.end.