Ficlet Series (ES21)
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Category:
+. to F › Eyeshield 21
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
3,560
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 drabbles
(A drabble is a fic that is exactly 100 words.)
1. Cerberus
A cigarette in his mouth and his hands were fumbling for a lighter. It was hot, impossibly humid and stuffy, and he pulled at his tank top.
That's when he saw it. Muzzled and caged and still trying to tear shit up. It disappeared into some store, and he heard some guy say he wanted his money back.
Later, Musashi dropped a struggling mutt into Hiruma's lap. It had a bow tied on its spiked collar.
"It reminded me of you."
Hiruma picked up the dog, still barking and slobbering like a beast possessed. It was love at first sight.
2. Lazy Summer Day
Musashi hoped summer would end soon. His apartment (6-mat room, no bath) didn't have air conditioning, and there was never a breeze coming from the window. It didn't help that Hiruma was laying on top of him, his head and shoulders digging into his stomach. Hiruma's shirt lifted up to bunch at his rib cage, and Musashi traced patterns along the skin there. If he stretched out his hand he could reach across the width of Hiruma's waist. He moved his fingers up Hiruma's chest, Hiruma's breath hitched in his sleep, and Musashi thought, summer wasn't too bad after all.
3. First Kiss
Hiruma's wrists were so thin in his hands. If he wanted to, he could break them fairly easily, but he had no desire to hurt the other boy. As it was, Hiruma was right where he wanted him, which was disabled of any weapons and on his lap while he balanced on the classroom windowsill.
"Fucking let me go," Hiruma snarled, baring those lovely fangs, but it lacked the vehemence that Hiruma used to intimidate most people into obeying his every command. And when Musashi leaned forward, and pressed their lips together, hard, Hiruma didn't hesitate to kiss him back.
4. Cigarettes
"Lighter," Hiruma ordered, sliding onto the bench beside him. Hiruma's arm brushed against his, Hiruma's leg brushed against his, brush burns, and his skin felt hot where they touched. Musashi moved an arm behind Hiruma's back and rested his hand on top of slivers of rotted wood. There was a cigarette stuck in Hiruma's mouth and Musashi leaned forward, lighting it with the already lit end of the cigarette in his own mouth. Cigarette trails traced a ladder in the sky, Musashi shifted, and Hiruma pretended not to notice when a rough and calloused hand wrapped itself around his hip.
5. Gum
Hiruma lit a cigarette, took one drag, then flicked it to the ground, where he took relish in grinding it into the pavement with the tip of his shoe. Lather, rinse, repeat, and Musashi watched him send fifteen cigarettes to their premature deaths before saying something.
"Trying to quit?"
Hiruma shrugged and flicked another cigarette. Sixteen untimely deaths. Poor little guys; they didn't deserve it. "Gotta up my speed. Smoking's sure as hell not helping me."
Musashi dipped into his pocket, threw a small, rectangular pack at Hiruma. Sour apple, Hiruma's favorite, and Musashi started counting bubbles instead of cigarettes.
6. Matching Tattoos
Musashi groaned as he woke up. His head was pounding a rhythm like some heavy metal song. Exactly how much beer had he drank?
He sat up, blanket falling to his waist, and realized that not only was he naked, but Hiruma was naked next to him.
That's when he noticed it, some dirt on his forearm, near his elbow. Except when he tried to wipe it off it didn't go. He leaned forward, his eyes focused, and there it was. A Devilbat tattoo. He looked over at Hiruma and grinned. At least he hadn't gotten it on his ass.
1. Cerberus
A cigarette in his mouth and his hands were fumbling for a lighter. It was hot, impossibly humid and stuffy, and he pulled at his tank top.
That's when he saw it. Muzzled and caged and still trying to tear shit up. It disappeared into some store, and he heard some guy say he wanted his money back.
Later, Musashi dropped a struggling mutt into Hiruma's lap. It had a bow tied on its spiked collar.
"It reminded me of you."
Hiruma picked up the dog, still barking and slobbering like a beast possessed. It was love at first sight.
2. Lazy Summer Day
Musashi hoped summer would end soon. His apartment (6-mat room, no bath) didn't have air conditioning, and there was never a breeze coming from the window. It didn't help that Hiruma was laying on top of him, his head and shoulders digging into his stomach. Hiruma's shirt lifted up to bunch at his rib cage, and Musashi traced patterns along the skin there. If he stretched out his hand he could reach across the width of Hiruma's waist. He moved his fingers up Hiruma's chest, Hiruma's breath hitched in his sleep, and Musashi thought, summer wasn't too bad after all.
3. First Kiss
Hiruma's wrists were so thin in his hands. If he wanted to, he could break them fairly easily, but he had no desire to hurt the other boy. As it was, Hiruma was right where he wanted him, which was disabled of any weapons and on his lap while he balanced on the classroom windowsill.
"Fucking let me go," Hiruma snarled, baring those lovely fangs, but it lacked the vehemence that Hiruma used to intimidate most people into obeying his every command. And when Musashi leaned forward, and pressed their lips together, hard, Hiruma didn't hesitate to kiss him back.
4. Cigarettes
"Lighter," Hiruma ordered, sliding onto the bench beside him. Hiruma's arm brushed against his, Hiruma's leg brushed against his, brush burns, and his skin felt hot where they touched. Musashi moved an arm behind Hiruma's back and rested his hand on top of slivers of rotted wood. There was a cigarette stuck in Hiruma's mouth and Musashi leaned forward, lighting it with the already lit end of the cigarette in his own mouth. Cigarette trails traced a ladder in the sky, Musashi shifted, and Hiruma pretended not to notice when a rough and calloused hand wrapped itself around his hip.
5. Gum
Hiruma lit a cigarette, took one drag, then flicked it to the ground, where he took relish in grinding it into the pavement with the tip of his shoe. Lather, rinse, repeat, and Musashi watched him send fifteen cigarettes to their premature deaths before saying something.
"Trying to quit?"
Hiruma shrugged and flicked another cigarette. Sixteen untimely deaths. Poor little guys; they didn't deserve it. "Gotta up my speed. Smoking's sure as hell not helping me."
Musashi dipped into his pocket, threw a small, rectangular pack at Hiruma. Sour apple, Hiruma's favorite, and Musashi started counting bubbles instead of cigarettes.
6. Matching Tattoos
Musashi groaned as he woke up. His head was pounding a rhythm like some heavy metal song. Exactly how much beer had he drank?
He sat up, blanket falling to his waist, and realized that not only was he naked, but Hiruma was naked next to him.
That's when he noticed it, some dirt on his forearm, near his elbow. Except when he tried to wipe it off it didn't go. He leaned forward, his eyes focused, and there it was. A Devilbat tattoo. He looked over at Hiruma and grinned. At least he hadn't gotten it on his ass.