Hiruma\'s moments

A/N: This work will be a collection of drabbles and one-shots featuring Hiruma Yoichi with other guys. Each of them is a stand-alone, not connected to others. The first chapter has no pairing and contains various characters reflecting on what they know/think about the blonde so far and just some babbling. I will not tell you how many chapters and which pairings are to be posted here in the future exactly. And that's because I don't know for sure myself yet. But we'll take it as it goes. Even though Romance stands in the summary to this fic, I guess you understand that romance and Hiruma can hardly be tied together XD

I think the guys mentioned in this chapter deserve more attention, because some of them don't have enough screen time. I hope you'll agree with me

I spent quite some time finding and writing down all the nicknames he used for others, just for the sake of this fic Contains spoilers for manga and series.
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**Takekura 'Musashi' Gen.**

They did it! They finally won and were going to the Christmas Bowl in a few weeks. Imagine everyone's surprise when Hiruma introduced them their personal trainers. For each team-member! And those were no one else but the famous players from different teams they battled through months of participating in numerous matches: White Knights, Wild Gunmans, Dinosaurs, Shinryuuji, Poseidon, Band Spiders etc. That was a feat others wouldn't be able to accomplish. Whether he got them to agree due to blackmail or of their own free will was dubious. As Musashi pondered on that he came to a conclusion that he didn't really want to know, lest it disturbed his peaceful sleep at nights.

During the training some depression and insecurity fits surfaced, the prime example being Monta. Though among them all only one person never panicked: Hiruma despised wasting time on such pointless things, instead doing everything in his power and more to assure his team's victory. Indeed, with such a captain 'Deimon Devil Bats' could go far, further than they dreamed of. Even despite spending all his time in the Oxygen Capsule, the nationally-wide-proclaimed demon worked on the tactics and strategies, occasionally listening to Kid or Takami. Musashi doubted however, that those two could be of much help.

In the last match against Dinosaurs it became obvious that they couldn't protect properly their main core - the Quarterback. In the end the blonde suffered a fracture, this moment almost sending the whole team into tears. That was the first time any of the 'Bats' players was seriously injured. Despite that the evil man - for he had definitely been nothing less - returned back to the field and went even as far as to make a few passes and score a touchdown. Even with a broken arm Hiruma brought the team to the top. Now remembering every time when he said that they must win even at the price of death...well, he obviously hadn't been kidding.

The kicker sighed and combed a hand through his dark hair. Yeah, Hiruma was evil and as a result he had to go with a Mohawk on his head. How his father didn't flip at the sight he would never know.

**Akaba Hayato.**

He'd been really looking forward to that training Hiruma made them all agree to. Well, personally he had felt happy that he was invited. The tight-end Taki might behave as an idiot, but he felt the rhythm and was fully devoted to American Football. All that combined turned the training into something very much enjoyable. In addition when his passed his skills on it felt like participating in a match against Teikoku Alexanders. And he would definitely want to win against them.

There was also a bonus in seeing Hiruma make his team squirm and shriek in fear. At first he was a bit put out hearing his nickname 'fucking red eyes', but a while later, when other names such as: fucking fatty, fucking old man, fucking glasses, fucking huge thing etc came to his attention, Akaba couldn't help but feel somewhat respected and honored. In his mind, instead of insult it turned into complimenting of the rare color of his eyes. He couldn't be upset over that, could he?

During the match Band Spiders vs Devil Bats he experienced himself what it felt like to fight against a team led by the demon. The arrangement of tricks left him stunned. At the Kantou meets, he personally witnessed the genius that was Hiruma Yoichi. Going two times against Agon and, well, surviving, despite the blonde's inferior physical abilities wasn't an easy feat. Watching the match with Dinosaurs made him shiver slightly. No one would want such a heavy and bloodthirsty giant as Gaou press you into the floor, purposely breaking your bones. Not one person expected the cunning Quarterback return to his position for a long time, much less in the same match. But he did, scaring the shit out of everyone with that red sauce all over his face.

It was then that many of them learned a couple of things: the sheer willpower Hiruma had; he put victory above everything else; his strategic mind remained cool, collected and sharp even in dire situations. Now the question was: would his body heal fast enough for him to take part in Christmas Bowl or his unstoppable desire to win would be the only thing forcing him on the field?

**Mushanokoji 'Kid' Shien.**

He told Hiruma time and time again that he acknowledged him as the best Quarterback. The blonde hadn't believed him until recently when they won the Kantou Tournament. Seriously, hadn't the opponent's admittance been enough? Hadn't he said it loud and clear? But, well, Hiruma was Hiruma and no one ever knew what plans and thoughts were cooking up in his head. Nothing good for the man's enemies for sure.

Fighting Deimon had proved to be challenging, but then again he had expected nothing less from the demon. Kid was on the stadium when the Devil Bats played with Dinosaurs. Due to his own experience with the giant Gaou, he warned the blonde to be careful. What had the man and his team done? Let him get injured of course. He still couldn't understand how Hiruma returned on the field and made a pass with his broken arm. Kid was a fellow quarterback, but he couldn't comprehend the blonde's actions. Besides being cunning, sneaky, smart and overall evil, he was also crazy.

All that brought him to the present, standing on the training grounds next to the capsule-packed Hiruma, attempting to give some advice. He wasn't even sure if the man listened to his words or not. Though remembering how nothing ever went by the blonde without him noticing, Kid somewhat calmed down. Wild Gunmans would help the Deimon with everything they could.

**Shin Seijuro.**

He lost count of how many times he had chased Sena on the same square route. He would make the boy run until he fell in exhaustion and then some more. He would make the kid faster and more durable, since strength was obviously not his forte.

Shin took a look at Hiruma imprisoned in the capsule. The blonde had fulfilled his promise and found a worthy opponent for him. Hiruma could be cunning, sly and lacking any socially accepted human morals, but he was a man of his word - though it highly depended on how he worded his promises - and had some sense of honor, a personally edited version, but honor nonetheless. In their desire to win against all odds they two of them had always been alike. Such a simple expression as 'give up' had never found place in the blonde's dictionary. Victory, blackmail, firearms, trick games, gambling - yes; giving up - no.

And for all that one couldn't not respect and somewhat fear Hiruma. Takami was very smart, but the Deimon demon took him head on and left him swallowing the dust. Hiruma knew his team's strengths, weaknesses and pushed them over their limits forcing to run faster, jump higher, kick further, push stronger. He dealt his players like cards, gambling and winning, folding Royal Straight Flush, acting as the closing card of the same suit himself, according to the circumstances. Shin didn't envy Teikoku Alexanders. After all, they would face the evolved card pack dealt by Hiruma Yoichi.

**Maruko 'Marco' Reiji.**

Well, he'd be damned - Dinosaurs were helping Deimon to prepare for the Christams Bowl. Though he had to admit he wasn't opposed to lending a hand. Especially after the match between their teams. He had already respected the captain of the Devil Bats by the time they faced off. The tricks the blonde played on him irritated and flustered Marco, but it forced him to take the man more seriously. Hiruma's revival after Gaou's attack made the respect for the demon skyrocket.

He didn't even dare to start counting how many players had his huge team-mate crushed since the time they formed the Dinosaurs. But this one single man refused to lay in medical bed and appeared on the field again. Marco guessed not only his eyes bulged at that. And everything they thought and assumed had been wrong. That Gargoyle Hiruma performed was damn intimidating, despite the assurances of the opposing Quarterback having a broken arm. And, long story short, the tactic did its job perfectly. Then the long pass, touchdown, a bit clumsy but pass nonetheless with his left hand...there was a moment in the end of the game when Marco's mind screamed over and over again that Hiruma wasn't human.

People had said many things about the Deimon captain, but they had forgotten one thing - the man was an actor worth of Oscar.

**Kakei Shun.**

He had felt like a part of the Devil Bats for quite some time already, even before Hiruma gathered the All-Star coaching team. Poseidon had attended every game the Deimon played and cheered for them. The loudest and most undressed being of course Mizumachi, but he had done his fair share of passive shouting and nervous fidgeting. It was just like Hiruma to start with losing in order to study and confuse the opponent, only to make a breakthrough later, scoring touchdowns in last seconds. He couldn't stop wondering how the blonde hadn't gotten any grey hair by now.

Unlike him Hiruma always kept his cool, shouting only when he needed to cuss his team-mates out in order to lift the mood, firearms included. And it worked like magic. Being one of the most observational people, Kakei took notice of things. So he noticed that while Devil Bats followed Hiruma's instructions and orders to a T, not even thinking about disobeying, there was no devotion to or attachment and deep care on their part for the captain. Kurita and Musashi were the closest to him in that aspect. But in Kakei's opinion it was mostly due to an old promise and the fact that the blonde made things work, while none of others could.

Poseidon was much more different. They never left their captain behind, they respected him and helped with everything they could. Sure, Kobanzame wasn't the strongest and smartest guy around, but he was kind, caring and hard working. Well, Hiruma wasn't the best person, but even Kakei could see that he cared for his team-mates in his own way. Why they had problems seeing, his mind refused to understand. The blonde definitely worked harder than the rest and from what he saw and heard, he filled in for a coach until they dragged the sake-loving man back from America.

Granted, Hiruma often watched and controlled things from the shadows, leaving others to deal with problems before things got heated, only then making an appearance. But seriously, Kakei felt that he knew more about the blonde than his own team. Wasn't it sad?

**Hiruma Yoichi.**

The fucking capsule. Moving around like a mummy in a sarcophagus wasn't as fun as he made others believe. And his arm hurt like a bitch. It had to heal and function properly in time for the Christmas Bowl. If it didn't, then...then he would make it work or simply go to the match injured. Anyway, he could do nothing but develop new tricky strategies and watch the training progress. He would make the Teikoku Alexanders squirm and cry. Even if he had been healthy it wouldn't make much of a difference. His lithe body just wasn't designed for sports. It took him a year to improve his result on a 40-yard distance from 5.2 to 5.1 seconds. He had only his brain and reflexes to rely on and sharpen further.

He took a look around and smirked. If they thought he hadn't noticed the looks, they were mistaken. Curious, cautious, expectant looks, but not one of them mistrustful. Good. That had been one of his goals all along. For his team to win and go to the top, he needed everyone to follow his every command. Sometimes, even he, the evil overlord, felt lonely. But to be left alone was one of his goals too. He had to win and get into NFL. Of course, with his brain capacity he would make an exceptional businessman, but American Football was too much fun. It pushed him beyond his limits both physically and mentally. He also loved to watch the defeated and shocked faces of the opponents and getting new slaves. All of that was exciting and suited his nature, more than people around him realized.

He would admit inwardly that he cared for his team, but he would never show openly just how much.