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Hiruma\'s moments	By : TheFelnore Category: +. to F > Eyeshield 21 Views: 3095 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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KAKEI SHUN.

He hadn't noticed at what point in time had he started watching Hiruma. During their game with Deimon he had learned that underestimating the blonde demon was the biggest mistake one could ever make. The mistake they made and payed dearly for. He had spent so much time following the Bats' progress, that even if you asked, he wouldn't be able to tell you at which point had his eyes started straying to the blonde. Some would expect that after analyzing Hiruma's tactics for so long one would be apt at reading him.

Despite personally attending every match Deimon participated in, reading Hiruma was nigh impossible. Though there were three things Kakei had learned about the blonde:

1) Hiruma was an outstanding actor;

2) If the man was your enemy - trusting his words brought you death, for he was a pro at lying;

3) He was an evil genius tactician...maybe on his merry way to being an evil overlord.

Other than that one could never read what dangerous plots were cooking up in that head of his. The more Kakei observed, the more he noticed the interaction inside the team. When it came to plays, the team-members trusted Hiruma and could anticipate his actions. That was definitely due to hard training because no matter what, individually the Deimon players weren't all that skilled. They needed each other to prevail, to lean on, to motivate.

Hiruma was everything: the captain, the coach, the motivator, the brain and a hidden ace himself. Sena was, undoubtedly, the ace of the team, the fastest legs, but Hiruma, indisputably, was the driving force behind every player.

Unlike Taiyo Sphinx, where the team protected their precious QB Harao from harm with all their might, Deimon based their plays on offense, Hiruma pretty often carrying the ball himself and scoring touchdowns. The blonde wasn't the one to avoid danger, poising as a bait. And their opponents went for him not only because tackling the QB would prove highly beneficial, but also due to Hiruma's behavior: his teasing, taunting, positively evil grin - everything made opposing players want to give him a piece of their minds. If only just to see him crumble, submit and fall.

For the opponents seeing Hiruma down on the ground gave the feeling of victory, supremacy, showing that the blonde wasn't a demon, but a mere human with average physical abilities. Well, that feeling never lasted long, only until the man launched another unexpected attack, bringing his enemies to their knees.

But Kakei had also noticed that outside the field Hiruma was a loner, acting from the shadows, separated from his team. He saw that Deimon players never really sought him out, or tried to communicate with him when things didn't concern amefuto training or games. Kakei would even dare to say that they feared the teen. Perhaps, the person that understood and cared about the blonde the most was the Bats' manager - Mamori.

Maybe it had been the blonde's goal all along - to be independent, not tying himself closely to anyone. Though more often than not Kakei wondered if under all those evil schemes and cackles Hiruma felt lonely. He doubted though that he would ever find out the blonde's honest thoughts and feelings.

So yeah, little by little even Kakei Shun was sucked into the madness that was Hiruma Yoichi. And don't even let his mind start on the blonde's appearance! Were he a lesser man, his mind would have short circuited every time he saw Hiruma move. Despite having a slender, nimble - and very much bony - body of average height with wiry muscles, the evil QB's movements were graceful, accenting those long shapely legs, firm butt and narrow waist. For all of Kakei's seriousness he couldn't stop thinking that the taunting white-clad ass was made for squeezing and it would fit perfectly in his hands. Then there were those scheming deep green eyes and thin, scandalous eyebrows, rich hair and thin lips. Oh that mouth...he would rather have that mouth suck on him than spout curses and taunts.

It was exactly that course of thought that made Kakei ashamed of himself.

Heaving a sigh, the tall Linebacker shook off the arousing thoughts. While usually not the one to give up on his wants and wishes, this one seemed impossible to fulfill. He just didn't know how to deal with Hiruma. Why, oh why did his eyes have to settle on that evil man? If it were a girl, he wouldn't even think twice before approaching, because he had yet to find one female that wouldn't want him - ugh, girls almost literally threw themselves at him; had he liked another man, he wouldn't let it bother him and then proceed to get to know each other better and see where things went from there.

Hiruma wasn't a person you could just walk up to and have a friendly chat with. People never went to the blonde, they ran from him as if on fire. Hiruma initiated contact when he needed something. Period. So coming up to him out of the blue with a confession or a date proposal was definitely out of the question. Besides, Hiruma was just different from other people and usual methods and tactics wouldn't work on him. Hell, Kakei wasn't sure that the blonde remembered something about him other than him being 'fucking eyes' or 'slant-eyed bastard' from Poseidon.

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A few days before leaving to USA the majority of the All-Star Japanese team was training together. They had to learn to cooperate and read each other's movements in order for their performance to be effective. Kakei and Mizumachi joined their ex-captain Kobanzame on the bench, taking a break. Their senpai came to cheer them up and give some moral support, since working with new team-members, especially such as Agon and Hiruma, proved to be draining.

Now it was obvious how in such a short amount of time Deimon Devil Bats had become an awfully strong team. Their QB drilled routes and possible tactics in their heads, and the amount of training he forced them to undertake rivaled Mizumachi's.

His eyes involuntary slid to Hiruma's slender form, as the blonde cussed Kurita, Sena and Monta out, brandishing a gun all the while.

"Um Kakei...you, I mean...um..."

The tall man glanced at the unsure man.

"What is it, Kobanzame-senpai?"

The shorter teen fidgeted a little, nervous as always about saying his thoughts out loud.

"Um...are you...umm...doyouperhapslikeHiruma?"

Only experience gained from hours upon hours of working with Kobanzame helped him to decipher the rushed words. Bright blue eyes widened a little when their meaning struck him. How could the usually clueless teen know? On the other side of him the cheerful blonde laughed.

"You know, Kakei, you're not being too subtle about it. Though I have to admit, at first I thought you had your eyes on midget Sena."

Deciding that saying anything to that was pretty much pointless as he had been discovered, Kakei simply sighed.

"Why...um...why won't you go...talk to him?"

From the corner of his eye the tall blue-eyes man saw Kobanzame shiver at his own suggestion. Being a scaredy cat, it was only natural that he was terrified of Hiruma.

"Yeah, Kakei, just go and talk to him. I bet he's not as scary as he seems to be!"

"You fucking monkey! Stop slacking off and get your shit together!" - made all three head turn to the blonde, who at the moment started firing rubber bullets at the scared shitless Monta.

Mizumachi chuckled weakly, rubbing his head.

"Well, he's scary, but he can't be like that all the time, right? I can understand what you see in him, but I have to warn you, you're not the only one. I think Yamato over there is having some perverted thoughts haha."

Indeed, from the opposite corner of the field Yamato Takeru, of Teikoku Alexanders, stood with his arms crossed and watched Hiruma as a hawk. As Kakei surveyed the field, he noticed that a couple more men were almost drooling at the blonde. Now that wouldn't do at all. But then again what could he possibly do to attract the evil QB's attention? Every time he thought about that he came up with nothing - totally blank.

"Hey, you fucking waves, get your asses on the field and train."

While Mizumachi jumped to his feet and saluted Hiruma, grinning like a moron all the while, Kakei slowly stood up. Actually it was the first time he stood so close to the blonde. Hiruma had to actually throw his head back to look him in the eyes, for the tall man towered over him like the Eiffel Tower. A thought that it was probably uncomfortable for Hiruma to stand in such a position flashed in Kakei's mind, but it quickly vanished in favor of depicting how easily he could corner the blonde and have his way with him...if the demon for once in his life forgot about the weapons.

None of those traitorous thoughts reflected on his face, which maintained a serious expression so typical for him.

"Why are you still here and not on the field busting your ass of, fucking eyes?"

Kakei pursed his lips slightly and Kobanzame saw that rare but familiar action. It meant that his kouhai was coming to a decision and would act on it. Scurrying form the bench and as far away from the scary blonde as possible, the unsure man wished his tall friend luck.

Hiruma peered into those amazing blue eyes, watching as a whole bunch of emotions swirled there. Well, well, the usually stoic man struggled with something and, apparently it had something to do with him. Interesting. But fuck was Kakei tall. Hiruma was starting to develop a cramp in the neck.

"You gonna say what you want or stand here all day? We don't have the time to fuck around."

"Can we talk?"

Hiruma lifted a thin brow at an uncharacteristic request. It was unusual for the tall Linebacker to want to have a conversation with him. Not that they ever had a normal conversation before, to begin with.

"Tch. Talk then."

"Perhaps some place else?"

The brow went even higher up. Now, that was interesting. The blonde was never the one to pass an opportunity to get more information - everything in his hands could easily turn into blackmail.

"Fine. Follow me, fucking eyes."

Encouraged by the lack of the gun pointed at him, Kakei nodded and walked after the Hiruma.

The blonde let them both into the Deimon amefuto clubhouse, locked the door and closed the blinds. No matter the type of conversation they were about to have, he would be the one to decide whether or not his nosy team-mates needed to know the content.

Hiruma plopped down on a chair, stretching out his long legs and resting them on a table, the gun leaning carefully on a wall, since Kakei wasn't the type of person that needed to be threatened. On a second thought, neither was he the type of man to initiate a chat with THE demon of the Bats, so...hmm...maybe he shouldn't have left himself unarmed. Green eyes gleamed with suspicion.

Kakei for his part, took a seat in front of the blonde and watched the evil QB silently. A few minutes passed that way.

"What the hell do you want?"

"A date."

Thankfully - for the blonde - he was the demon, the most cunning QB, the leader of an underground army and all in all had steel nerves and full control over his expressions, otherwise his eyes would have widened at the surprising answer.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"No."

Hiruma studied Kakei's serious face.

"What gave you the idea that I would want to date a guy."

"Nothing. It's merely a hope."

"Tch. Do you want to get a hole in your pretty head to help your brain ventilate, fucking eyes?"

"I assure you, my brain works just fine."

Green eyes never left bright blue.

"Really...I beg to differ. Or maybe your fucking tall Highness just wants to have a romp in sheets?"

Kakei clenched his teeth, having to look those calculating orbs, that could read almost anyone like an open book. At lest he wasn't shot. Yet.

"Sex would be nice, but I hope for something more permanent. A relationship, to be honest."

Hiruma sat there, his mind going miles per second. Well, damn! No one ever dared to come up to him like that and straight out ask for something. Even Agon didn't have the guts, no matter how 'godly' he believed himself to be. And the blonde had always known the fucking dreads was watching his ass every time he got the chance.

"Give me one good reason not to blow your dick off right now."

"I'll make it worth your time. Besides, it would do no harm to try - as I gathered you are a risky person."

Hiruma cackled: smelled like a challenge.

"And here I thought you wanted the fucking shrimp."

Kakei gave the blonde an amused chuckle.

"No, Kobayakawa Sena is a good rival and a valuable comrade for the upcoming matches. Other than that I hold no interest in him."

The demon QB smirked.

"Kekeke, fine. Make it worth my time, fucking eyes, and we'll see what happens from there. Get your brain into gear and remember: I promise you a world of pain if you think I'm agreeing to something besides the shitty date."

Giving a smirk of his own, Kakei launched from the seat, a long strong arm grabbing the blonde mane, and pulled the surprised - or so he assumed - man into a hard kiss, sucking in the lower thin lip and biting it. The threat-spouting hot mouth opened with a low hiss and the tall teen plunged his tongue in. A few minutes later, satisfied for the time being, the blue-eyed Linebacker pulled away, smiling victoriously.

"Tomorrow after practice."

With that he stood up and left the clubroom.

For the rest of the day the Japanese All-Star team watched with confusion Kakei's improved performance and uncharacteristic sly grin that glued itself to his face.

Though they didn't have much time to ponder at the strange changes, being subjected to more violent than ever shouts and increased amount of rubber bullets, courtesy of an irritated Hiruma.
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