[Fanfic] Gravity [Chapter 3]
Title: Gravity [Chapter 3]
Rating: T
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters used here. They belong to their respective owners, namely the creators of Eyeshield 21.
Summary: All they've been doing since they first started working together was keep moving forward and never looking back. But when one person has fallen, and the other is forced to stop, what would they think of themselves now?
Notes: I still have no idea what I'm aiming to do with this fic. I get this vague feeling like I'm experimenting a different type of writing style. But even so, I would've at least have a rough idea of what I intend to do. Ah well. Seeing as you guys has still found a way to enjoy this, here's chapter 3. ^^
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Panicking was not a part of Hiruma’s dictionary. When presented with a crisis, it would take him, a minute tops to at least figure out a temporary solution. But as he watched Anezaki’s ragged breathing, something tugged within him that made his heart stop just for a second.
Refusing to lose precious seconds doing something as frivolous as figuring out what that feeling was, he simply pushed it away and began to plan what to do. He picked her up bridal style and brought her to his room, laying her uncharacteristically gently on his bed then set to quickly covering her with blankets. He rushed to his cupboard and dragged another comforter over her. He remembered being told a long time ago that fevers should be sweated out, and as the weather was cold, this was the best he could do.
He stared at Anezaki for a moment, as though he was looking for some form of assurance before heading towards the kitchen cabinet to look for the first aid kit Anezaki had left there “just in case”. He opened it and found some pain relief tablets that he felt sure could help her temporarily. He was no doctor, but he knew this much. She needed to eat something though, or drink something much more substantial than just water.
He looked in the fridge and gave a short sniff of relief and slight derision. She had bought milk, even though he never needed it. Has she been over that often? Taking out the milk, he brought out a saucepan and prepared to heat it.
As he waited for the milk, he contemplated on the current situation. Was it possible to delay analyzing the data? He could probably pick up after her… but there was still the matter of watching over team practices and keeping record of the new players’ progress. He was sure he could pass this on to someone else, like Yamato. But still, he felt hesitant to do so.
Because he was just too used to her.
Once the milk was warm enough, he turned off the stove and poured it in a mug, which was definitely hers. He had only seen her use it occasionally, the white mug with the black kitty motifs. Again, he’d seen it in use late at night as they went through mountains of data and videos together. She would make coffee for both of them, and he saw her take a sip from hers as she passed his cup of coffee to him. He remembered she had a small smile of contentment, drinking that dark liquid definitely mixed with some other concoction to make it less strong. He remembered sneering at her, telling her she didn’t know how to appreciate good coffee. He remembered enjoying her reaction as she told him off, about being allowed to ‘mess with the coffee’ whichever way she wanted…
Hiruma blinked. How had his mind wandered that far? He shook his head and proceeded to bring the warm milk, a glass of water and pain killers to his room.
Anezaki lay rather still and on her side, although her breaths were now much slower than when he’d first seen her today. He wasn’t sure if he should wake her, so he sat by the side of the bed, watching her face that looked calmer than he had ever seen it before. He had seen that face light up with joy, or turn red in anger or embarrassment, he’d seen her expressions change from determination to shock and surprise, and even watched as she cried for everyone around her. Her face was always filled with emotions. So right now…
Right now she felt very far away. Hiruma placed a hand across her forehead, noting that her fever was still there though it didn’t seem to be rising. He could not help but to allow his hand to trail across her cheek for a moment. Finally deciding it was time to wake her, he shook her shoulders a little, calling out to her. “Anezaki.”
She stirred a little as he continued to speak her name. “Anezaki.”
Finally, her eyes flew open and she looked around her, blinking rapidly. She groaned a little. “Hiruma…?”
Hiruma let out a sigh that he wasn’t sure was out of relief or frustration. “You’re in my room. Can you sit up?”
She nodded as she pushed herself up, Hiruma supporting her back. “I think I’m really sick,” she said, her voice sounding cracked.
Hiruma cackled a little. “Well, that’s a fucking given. Come on, I got you something to drink so you can take some medicine.”
He brought the mug close to her, but noticed she was frowning. “No, I should go back, I shouldn’t-”
“Just shut the hell up and drink, Anezaki,” he scolded. “You’re already being quite a pain as it is.” He bit his lip a little, wondering if that was too rash.
But she didn’t look offended by his reaction. She stared at him in shock for a moment, then nodded as she looked down. “I’m sorry…” she murmured. “I didn’t mean to…”
“Now’s not the time to apologize,” he said, as he guided her to hold the mug and place it close to her lips. “Drink this, take the medicine, and rest. I’ll take care of everything else.”
He knew she was going to protest on him ‘taking care of everything else’ as she opened her mouth to say just that. So before she could tell him that she could still work, he tipped the mug and forced Mamori to sip the milk. It made her cringe from the heat, and surely if her throat was sore, it would have been hard to swallow. But after her initial reaction, she chugged on as though she was determined not to cause any more trouble. When she was done, Hiruma passed her the medicine and the warm glass of water, which she took both silently, before finally laying down to rest.
Hiruma watched her eyes flutter close as she slowly drifted away. At least that went well, he thought to himself. Now to handle some other issues.
He took out one of his phones and proceeded to dial a number. Placing the phone to his ear, he waited for a moment. Then said, “Is this the Anezaki residence?”
Chapter 2 | Chapter 4
Rating: T
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters used here. They belong to their respective owners, namely the creators of Eyeshield 21.
Summary: All they've been doing since they first started working together was keep moving forward and never looking back. But when one person has fallen, and the other is forced to stop, what would they think of themselves now?
Notes: I still have no idea what I'm aiming to do with this fic. I get this vague feeling like I'm experimenting a different type of writing style. But even so, I would've at least have a rough idea of what I intend to do. Ah well. Seeing as you guys has still found a way to enjoy this, here's chapter 3. ^^
~*~
Panicking was not a part of Hiruma’s dictionary. When presented with a crisis, it would take him, a minute tops to at least figure out a temporary solution. But as he watched Anezaki’s ragged breathing, something tugged within him that made his heart stop just for a second.
Refusing to lose precious seconds doing something as frivolous as figuring out what that feeling was, he simply pushed it away and began to plan what to do. He picked her up bridal style and brought her to his room, laying her uncharacteristically gently on his bed then set to quickly covering her with blankets. He rushed to his cupboard and dragged another comforter over her. He remembered being told a long time ago that fevers should be sweated out, and as the weather was cold, this was the best he could do.
He stared at Anezaki for a moment, as though he was looking for some form of assurance before heading towards the kitchen cabinet to look for the first aid kit Anezaki had left there “just in case”. He opened it and found some pain relief tablets that he felt sure could help her temporarily. He was no doctor, but he knew this much. She needed to eat something though, or drink something much more substantial than just water.
He looked in the fridge and gave a short sniff of relief and slight derision. She had bought milk, even though he never needed it. Has she been over that often? Taking out the milk, he brought out a saucepan and prepared to heat it.
As he waited for the milk, he contemplated on the current situation. Was it possible to delay analyzing the data? He could probably pick up after her… but there was still the matter of watching over team practices and keeping record of the new players’ progress. He was sure he could pass this on to someone else, like Yamato. But still, he felt hesitant to do so.
Because he was just too used to her.
Once the milk was warm enough, he turned off the stove and poured it in a mug, which was definitely hers. He had only seen her use it occasionally, the white mug with the black kitty motifs. Again, he’d seen it in use late at night as they went through mountains of data and videos together. She would make coffee for both of them, and he saw her take a sip from hers as she passed his cup of coffee to him. He remembered she had a small smile of contentment, drinking that dark liquid definitely mixed with some other concoction to make it less strong. He remembered sneering at her, telling her she didn’t know how to appreciate good coffee. He remembered enjoying her reaction as she told him off, about being allowed to ‘mess with the coffee’ whichever way she wanted…
Hiruma blinked. How had his mind wandered that far? He shook his head and proceeded to bring the warm milk, a glass of water and pain killers to his room.
Anezaki lay rather still and on her side, although her breaths were now much slower than when he’d first seen her today. He wasn’t sure if he should wake her, so he sat by the side of the bed, watching her face that looked calmer than he had ever seen it before. He had seen that face light up with joy, or turn red in anger or embarrassment, he’d seen her expressions change from determination to shock and surprise, and even watched as she cried for everyone around her. Her face was always filled with emotions. So right now…
Right now she felt very far away. Hiruma placed a hand across her forehead, noting that her fever was still there though it didn’t seem to be rising. He could not help but to allow his hand to trail across her cheek for a moment. Finally deciding it was time to wake her, he shook her shoulders a little, calling out to her. “Anezaki.”
She stirred a little as he continued to speak her name. “Anezaki.”
Finally, her eyes flew open and she looked around her, blinking rapidly. She groaned a little. “Hiruma…?”
Hiruma let out a sigh that he wasn’t sure was out of relief or frustration. “You’re in my room. Can you sit up?”
She nodded as she pushed herself up, Hiruma supporting her back. “I think I’m really sick,” she said, her voice sounding cracked.
Hiruma cackled a little. “Well, that’s a fucking given. Come on, I got you something to drink so you can take some medicine.”
He brought the mug close to her, but noticed she was frowning. “No, I should go back, I shouldn’t-”
“Just shut the hell up and drink, Anezaki,” he scolded. “You’re already being quite a pain as it is.” He bit his lip a little, wondering if that was too rash.
But she didn’t look offended by his reaction. She stared at him in shock for a moment, then nodded as she looked down. “I’m sorry…” she murmured. “I didn’t mean to…”
“Now’s not the time to apologize,” he said, as he guided her to hold the mug and place it close to her lips. “Drink this, take the medicine, and rest. I’ll take care of everything else.”
He knew she was going to protest on him ‘taking care of everything else’ as she opened her mouth to say just that. So before she could tell him that she could still work, he tipped the mug and forced Mamori to sip the milk. It made her cringe from the heat, and surely if her throat was sore, it would have been hard to swallow. But after her initial reaction, she chugged on as though she was determined not to cause any more trouble. When she was done, Hiruma passed her the medicine and the warm glass of water, which she took both silently, before finally laying down to rest.
Hiruma watched her eyes flutter close as she slowly drifted away. At least that went well, he thought to himself. Now to handle some other issues.
He took out one of his phones and proceeded to dial a number. Placing the phone to his ear, he waited for a moment. Then said, “Is this the Anezaki residence?”
Chapter 2 | Chapter 4