[Fanfic] Wait For Me [Chapter 2]
Title: Wait For Me [Chapter 2]
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: A sequel to my earlier fic, Gravity. Time is moving faster than before, and one question will be on the mind's of both Hiruma and Mamori. How long is too long?
Notes: Second chapter is up! I'm a little worried by how vague this chapter might be, and I fear I may have rushed things again as I didn't want to spend so much time elaborating on the nitty gritty details on what Hiruma is actually doing in this story. I just hope that it flows well enough to make sense. Oh, and I fear I may have made Hiruma a little too OOC (he's always so hard to write!), but hopefully it isn't distracting enough. Let me know if there are any areas I should improve on, thanks.
And lots of love goes to moodylollipop for having taken time out of her busy schedule to edit this for me. She's been doing it for the past few fics now that I never really took the time to thank her as I'm constantly rushing to put the fics up. I wanna say thanks to her for being incredibly patient with me and for enjoying my fics, regardless. ^^
I hope you guys enjoy this!
~*~
The team had finally packed up and left the stadium, leaving Mamori to clean up the remnants of the mess in their locker room. She could hear Hiruma tapping away on his laptop, an act she thought was odd considering there shouldn’t be much work to do.
“Hiruma-kun?” Mamori called out as she put the broom away.
He grunted a reply.
“Aren’t you heading back? We’re pretty much done for the day after all...”
Hiruma carried on typing, chewing on his bubblegum casually. “There’s something I need to work on first.”
“What is it?”
He kept silent. Mamori looked at him, hoping he would finally explain himself, but he kept typing. “I’ll head back first?” she asked as she grabbed her bag.
Hiruma merely nodded. Mamori looked at him for a moment, but sighed and shrugged as she left the locker room. There were moments where Hiruma would be like this, engrossed in something bigger and more important than what he was currently doing. He’d tried to explain it to her before... that it had something to do with an extra job he picked up. But he would never go into detail, and she decided she would respect his privacy in this matters.
Yet being who she was, she couldn’t help but worry.
~*~
Clearing things up wasn't Hiruma's style. He was better known for causing a mess, throwing his belongings around like an animal marking his territory. Putting things away was not his task. It was someone else’s responsibility.
But he decided he would clear his belongings out on his own today.
The football gear that belonged to him. The huge amounts of data, cellphones and video recorders he’d gotten for personal use. There may not have been much to pack up, but it was still a significant amount for him.
Yanking out his backpack and putting it on the bench behind him, Hiruma removed the jersey from his locker, staring at it for a moment before rolling it up and throwing it into his bag. He could hear Mamori's voice nagging him instantly. ‘Don't just throw your clothes in like that!’ she had shouted at him before when he was packing before their graduation at Deimon. Whatever he threw in his bag, Mamori would pull out and either fold the clothes and towels he threw, or rearrange the cellphones and football gear carefully in his bag.
He remembered being really annoyed with her taking up too much time, and he calling her out on being anal. She’d blushed and attempted to hit him with a nearby mop, but he’d avoided her easily with a loud cackle.
Hiruma held back a sigh. She wasn't with him for 5 minutes and he was already missing her for simple tasks like these. It probably would have been a good idea to have had her help. She would know if he had missed out on anything. But...
The sound of the clubhouse door opening and closing snapped Hiruma out of his thoughts. He wasn't in the mood to meet anyone right now, but it was stupid to run and hide at this point. He looked out to see who it was. The team didn’t normally come in at this hour, especially since the college was still going through the exam period after all. So it was a surprise to see that it was Agon who was now walking towards the locker room where Hiruma was.
"Thought I'd find you here," said Agon, casually lounging on the bench just behind Hiruma. Agon eyed the open bag that was filled with Hiruma's jersey and belongings. "You're packing pretty fucking early."
"You should be packing too, Fucking Dreads," Hiruma replied.
"Fuck that," Agon drawled. "They can burn my stuff for all I care. Can always get new ones."
Hiruma cackled softly. "Being the predictable dick that you are."
Neither said anything for a moment and Hiruma continued to clear out his locker. Hiruma wasn't sure why Agon was hanging out with him right now, but he didn't bother to ask. It wasn't unusual for him to just hang out like the times before when they would wait together for a certain task.
"So did you get the offer?"
Agon's question hung in the air as Hiruma continued to pack his towels, undeterred. Hiruma knew exactly what Agon was talking about. "What makes you think I would have gotten it?" Hiruma asked.
"Oh... I don't know," Agon drawled some more. "It seems like something you would want. What better way to prove to the world your powers as a tactician and football player than doing it on an American field." Hiruma kept silent at Agon's statement. "So I'm guessing you didn't get it?"
"Keh, I don't need that fucking offer," said Hiruma, now pulling out his football gear. His bag was running out of space way too quickly, adding on to his frustration. "America may be the land of American Football but it's going to take a lot of work for a Japanese player to break through. It hasn't quite been done yet."
"Wouldn't it be better to just go there and do what you always do?" asked Agon, leaning against the bench with the back of his palm. "You know, shout loudly, point your guns at them and blackmail them to kingdom come? Come on, we all know that would work."
Yet Hiruma kept silent, completely ignoring what Agon was saying to him. So Agon continued, "...Unless, you have a reason to stay here in Japan." Agon raised an eyebrow at Hiruma but the blonde quarterback continued to pay him no heed.
"Is it because of Anezaki?"
Hiruma paused for a moment as he stuffed the bursting bag with the last of his belongings from the locker. His things were overflowing to the point that it was impossible to zip it up and rush out of the clubhouse. The image of Mamori telling him off flashed through his mind once more. Pushing the thought away, he feigned a calmness he did not feel and attempted to rearrange his bag. "You can say whatever shit you want, Fucking Dreads," said Hiruma. "But I'm in no rush to get to America."
"Well, in that case..." Agon reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. "I suggest you change whatever plans you had in mind."
Hiruma stopped going through his things and stared at the envelope in Agon's hand. He recognized the writing, and inhaled sharply. "Shit," Hiruma cursed. "You fucking spoke to them, didn't you?"
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Agon sat up, glaring at Hiruma. "They're our best client, you fucking piece of trash! They pay us the best money for getting information from businessmen and other companies! How can you fucking ignore their calls?"
"Cause I'm not fucking interested in this piece of shit," said Hiruma, an edge of anger growing in his voice.
Agon got up and with his Godlike speed, grabbed Hiruma's collar and pinned him to the locker with one hand. He glared angrily at Hiruma behind his dark glasses, gritting his teeth. "Fuck you! Do you know how many people out there would die to get a chance like this? They promised you could be a part of the NFL in the next year! This would be your chance!"
Hiruma clenched his fist, tempted to punch Agon right in the face. "At what price, Fucking Dreads?" he glared back at Agon. "So I can continue to blackmail and threaten their competitors in America? I told them that the moment I graduated from Saikyoudai, I don't want to work with them anymore."
"Well, guess what... it's too late!" Agon shook Hiruma, slamming him against the lockers once more. "You were the one who decided to work with them, and then roped me in for extra help! They're huge now thanks to you! And you expect them to let go of you just like that? Why do you think they worked out a way for you to be a part of the NFL? Because they don't want to fucking lose their cash cow!"
"Shit, you think I don't know that?" Hiruma growled, losing his patience. "Imagine the amount of money they'd make once I pave a way for them to get into America! But guess what, Fucking Dreads? If you haven't fucking realized it yet, I don't work that way! If I want to go to America, I'll go on my own fucking terms!"
"You could be making millions out there!" Agon retorted.
"I'm not in it for the money," Hiruma replied as he pushed Agon away. Sensing Hiruma was losing his patience, Agon kept his distance though if looks could kill, his glare would have withered Hiruma. "I worked with this company just to get enough knowledge on all the tycoons I wanted to keep tabs on. Seeing as it was a win-win situation for the both of us, I started working for them. They were small tasks at first, and then they began to escalate to bigger ones. And then it got bad when they went behind my back and told you to injure one of their competitors."
Agon sneered. "That's why you pulled me out from the Rice Bowl... and looked at what happened to the team?"
"We would have lost either way," said Hiruma. "The chances of us winning were slim to begin with since Enma University defeated the Obic Seagulls. The fucking shorty grew up a lot this year..." Hiruma bit his lip, as he recalled that those were the exact words Mamori had told him after looking at the data they had. He remembered Mamori looking rather proud at that moment, but her eyes were filled with tears. "Either way, the loss was expected, but we weren't going down without a fight."
"But now that it's all over, you seem intent on letting go of any chances of moving forward," Agon let out a loud sigh of frustration. "You are fucking crazy."
Hiruma sneered. "That's a statement I can live with."
Agon grunted as he shoved a fist gripping the envelope into Hiruma's chest. Hiruma looked down for a moment and said, "I thought I told you-"
"You don't have a choice. They wanted me to pass this as well as a message to you. Come tomorrow to Saikyoudai, an NFL captain came all the way from America to see you. You'll probably meet the rest of the team as well."
"Did they really think I would go for this?"
"You don't have a choice now..." Agon nodded towards the envelope. "Do you? You should know that just as you were taking information on their side, they took a lot of information about you too." Agon looked away for a moment, hesitating. "They know about Anezaki's employment in a Kindergarten."
Hiruma's eyes widened with shock. "Fuck," he cursed. "Just... fuck this." Growling, he grabbed the letter from Agon and stuffed it in his bag. He was blindly moving his things around now, hoping that everything would move in place, so he could just zip it up and go.
Agon decided it was time to leave, but just as he was about to go. He turned for a moment to say, "You should consider what's best for you... and Anezaki..."
Hiruma didn't say a word as Agon finally left. He shook his bag violently until finally, he could zip his bag up. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his feelings down as he began to assess what was currently happening.
This was the exact reason why he didn't want Mamori to be with him, especially during their last year in Saikyoudai. He knew this company was tailing him after he began to show signs of leaving them, and they were not happy. The company was power hungry now, to the point of going behind his back and approaching Agon to get their dirty work done instead. That had been the last straw for Hiruma, with that bit of meddling inadvertently affecting their game at the X-League, even if the outcome would have been the same.
Not long after the game, Hiruma received a call from the company, offering the chance to be a part of an NFL team in America. He’d refused flat out. But he should have known it was easy to trace Mamori's relations with him just by taking a peek in his apartment. Despite his attempts to keep his distance, he could not deny he needed her presence as he planned their next game.
But now they were threatening to ruin her life if he refused to do as they say. Damn it.
He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. A text message. Hiruma pulled out and eyed the name of the sender for a moment. Then he read:
I know you may be busy right now, but I have something important to talk to you about. Can you meet me tomorrow? Come to the city cafe.
- Mamori.
Hiruma stared blankly at the phone for a minute. It was dangerous to meet her, even with the fact that he had to meet this team from America.
He was about to type he would be busy, believing it would be for the best when he recalled his promise to Mamori made what felt like many years ago.
Wait for me.
She was still waiting for him, he was sure. He had known for a long time now. He couldn't possibly prolong this any further than it should as that would hurt her even more. Surely he could come up with a plan by tomorrow morning, execute it and then he would be free to see her, at least for a few minutes.
Maybe by then, he could finally end this waiting. For the both of them.
He began to type quickly on his phone:
I will be late. But I'll be there.
- Hiruma.
Chapter 1 | 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: A sequel to my earlier fic, Gravity. Time is moving faster than before, and one question will be on the mind's of both Hiruma and Mamori. How long is too long?
Notes: Second chapter is up! I'm a little worried by how vague this chapter might be, and I fear I may have rushed things again as I didn't want to spend so much time elaborating on the nitty gritty details on what Hiruma is actually doing in this story. I just hope that it flows well enough to make sense. Oh, and I fear I may have made Hiruma a little too OOC (he's always so hard to write!), but hopefully it isn't distracting enough. Let me know if there are any areas I should improve on, thanks.
And lots of love goes to moodylollipop for having taken time out of her busy schedule to edit this for me. She's been doing it for the past few fics now that I never really took the time to thank her as I'm constantly rushing to put the fics up. I wanna say thanks to her for being incredibly patient with me and for enjoying my fics, regardless. ^^
I hope you guys enjoy this!
~*~
The team had finally packed up and left the stadium, leaving Mamori to clean up the remnants of the mess in their locker room. She could hear Hiruma tapping away on his laptop, an act she thought was odd considering there shouldn’t be much work to do.
“Hiruma-kun?” Mamori called out as she put the broom away.
He grunted a reply.
“Aren’t you heading back? We’re pretty much done for the day after all...”
Hiruma carried on typing, chewing on his bubblegum casually. “There’s something I need to work on first.”
“What is it?”
He kept silent. Mamori looked at him, hoping he would finally explain himself, but he kept typing. “I’ll head back first?” she asked as she grabbed her bag.
Hiruma merely nodded. Mamori looked at him for a moment, but sighed and shrugged as she left the locker room. There were moments where Hiruma would be like this, engrossed in something bigger and more important than what he was currently doing. He’d tried to explain it to her before... that it had something to do with an extra job he picked up. But he would never go into detail, and she decided she would respect his privacy in this matters.
Yet being who she was, she couldn’t help but worry.
~*~
Clearing things up wasn't Hiruma's style. He was better known for causing a mess, throwing his belongings around like an animal marking his territory. Putting things away was not his task. It was someone else’s responsibility.
But he decided he would clear his belongings out on his own today.
The football gear that belonged to him. The huge amounts of data, cellphones and video recorders he’d gotten for personal use. There may not have been much to pack up, but it was still a significant amount for him.
Yanking out his backpack and putting it on the bench behind him, Hiruma removed the jersey from his locker, staring at it for a moment before rolling it up and throwing it into his bag. He could hear Mamori's voice nagging him instantly. ‘Don't just throw your clothes in like that!’ she had shouted at him before when he was packing before their graduation at Deimon. Whatever he threw in his bag, Mamori would pull out and either fold the clothes and towels he threw, or rearrange the cellphones and football gear carefully in his bag.
He remembered being really annoyed with her taking up too much time, and he calling her out on being anal. She’d blushed and attempted to hit him with a nearby mop, but he’d avoided her easily with a loud cackle.
Hiruma held back a sigh. She wasn't with him for 5 minutes and he was already missing her for simple tasks like these. It probably would have been a good idea to have had her help. She would know if he had missed out on anything. But...
The sound of the clubhouse door opening and closing snapped Hiruma out of his thoughts. He wasn't in the mood to meet anyone right now, but it was stupid to run and hide at this point. He looked out to see who it was. The team didn’t normally come in at this hour, especially since the college was still going through the exam period after all. So it was a surprise to see that it was Agon who was now walking towards the locker room where Hiruma was.
"Thought I'd find you here," said Agon, casually lounging on the bench just behind Hiruma. Agon eyed the open bag that was filled with Hiruma's jersey and belongings. "You're packing pretty fucking early."
"You should be packing too, Fucking Dreads," Hiruma replied.
"Fuck that," Agon drawled. "They can burn my stuff for all I care. Can always get new ones."
Hiruma cackled softly. "Being the predictable dick that you are."
Neither said anything for a moment and Hiruma continued to clear out his locker. Hiruma wasn't sure why Agon was hanging out with him right now, but he didn't bother to ask. It wasn't unusual for him to just hang out like the times before when they would wait together for a certain task.
"So did you get the offer?"
Agon's question hung in the air as Hiruma continued to pack his towels, undeterred. Hiruma knew exactly what Agon was talking about. "What makes you think I would have gotten it?" Hiruma asked.
"Oh... I don't know," Agon drawled some more. "It seems like something you would want. What better way to prove to the world your powers as a tactician and football player than doing it on an American field." Hiruma kept silent at Agon's statement. "So I'm guessing you didn't get it?"
"Keh, I don't need that fucking offer," said Hiruma, now pulling out his football gear. His bag was running out of space way too quickly, adding on to his frustration. "America may be the land of American Football but it's going to take a lot of work for a Japanese player to break through. It hasn't quite been done yet."
"Wouldn't it be better to just go there and do what you always do?" asked Agon, leaning against the bench with the back of his palm. "You know, shout loudly, point your guns at them and blackmail them to kingdom come? Come on, we all know that would work."
Yet Hiruma kept silent, completely ignoring what Agon was saying to him. So Agon continued, "...Unless, you have a reason to stay here in Japan." Agon raised an eyebrow at Hiruma but the blonde quarterback continued to pay him no heed.
"Is it because of Anezaki?"
Hiruma paused for a moment as he stuffed the bursting bag with the last of his belongings from the locker. His things were overflowing to the point that it was impossible to zip it up and rush out of the clubhouse. The image of Mamori telling him off flashed through his mind once more. Pushing the thought away, he feigned a calmness he did not feel and attempted to rearrange his bag. "You can say whatever shit you want, Fucking Dreads," said Hiruma. "But I'm in no rush to get to America."
"Well, in that case..." Agon reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. "I suggest you change whatever plans you had in mind."
Hiruma stopped going through his things and stared at the envelope in Agon's hand. He recognized the writing, and inhaled sharply. "Shit," Hiruma cursed. "You fucking spoke to them, didn't you?"
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Agon sat up, glaring at Hiruma. "They're our best client, you fucking piece of trash! They pay us the best money for getting information from businessmen and other companies! How can you fucking ignore their calls?"
"Cause I'm not fucking interested in this piece of shit," said Hiruma, an edge of anger growing in his voice.
Agon got up and with his Godlike speed, grabbed Hiruma's collar and pinned him to the locker with one hand. He glared angrily at Hiruma behind his dark glasses, gritting his teeth. "Fuck you! Do you know how many people out there would die to get a chance like this? They promised you could be a part of the NFL in the next year! This would be your chance!"
Hiruma clenched his fist, tempted to punch Agon right in the face. "At what price, Fucking Dreads?" he glared back at Agon. "So I can continue to blackmail and threaten their competitors in America? I told them that the moment I graduated from Saikyoudai, I don't want to work with them anymore."
"Well, guess what... it's too late!" Agon shook Hiruma, slamming him against the lockers once more. "You were the one who decided to work with them, and then roped me in for extra help! They're huge now thanks to you! And you expect them to let go of you just like that? Why do you think they worked out a way for you to be a part of the NFL? Because they don't want to fucking lose their cash cow!"
"Shit, you think I don't know that?" Hiruma growled, losing his patience. "Imagine the amount of money they'd make once I pave a way for them to get into America! But guess what, Fucking Dreads? If you haven't fucking realized it yet, I don't work that way! If I want to go to America, I'll go on my own fucking terms!"
"You could be making millions out there!" Agon retorted.
"I'm not in it for the money," Hiruma replied as he pushed Agon away. Sensing Hiruma was losing his patience, Agon kept his distance though if looks could kill, his glare would have withered Hiruma. "I worked with this company just to get enough knowledge on all the tycoons I wanted to keep tabs on. Seeing as it was a win-win situation for the both of us, I started working for them. They were small tasks at first, and then they began to escalate to bigger ones. And then it got bad when they went behind my back and told you to injure one of their competitors."
Agon sneered. "That's why you pulled me out from the Rice Bowl... and looked at what happened to the team?"
"We would have lost either way," said Hiruma. "The chances of us winning were slim to begin with since Enma University defeated the Obic Seagulls. The fucking shorty grew up a lot this year..." Hiruma bit his lip, as he recalled that those were the exact words Mamori had told him after looking at the data they had. He remembered Mamori looking rather proud at that moment, but her eyes were filled with tears. "Either way, the loss was expected, but we weren't going down without a fight."
"But now that it's all over, you seem intent on letting go of any chances of moving forward," Agon let out a loud sigh of frustration. "You are fucking crazy."
Hiruma sneered. "That's a statement I can live with."
Agon grunted as he shoved a fist gripping the envelope into Hiruma's chest. Hiruma looked down for a moment and said, "I thought I told you-"
"You don't have a choice. They wanted me to pass this as well as a message to you. Come tomorrow to Saikyoudai, an NFL captain came all the way from America to see you. You'll probably meet the rest of the team as well."
"Did they really think I would go for this?"
"You don't have a choice now..." Agon nodded towards the envelope. "Do you? You should know that just as you were taking information on their side, they took a lot of information about you too." Agon looked away for a moment, hesitating. "They know about Anezaki's employment in a Kindergarten."
Hiruma's eyes widened with shock. "Fuck," he cursed. "Just... fuck this." Growling, he grabbed the letter from Agon and stuffed it in his bag. He was blindly moving his things around now, hoping that everything would move in place, so he could just zip it up and go.
Agon decided it was time to leave, but just as he was about to go. He turned for a moment to say, "You should consider what's best for you... and Anezaki..."
Hiruma didn't say a word as Agon finally left. He shook his bag violently until finally, he could zip his bag up. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his feelings down as he began to assess what was currently happening.
This was the exact reason why he didn't want Mamori to be with him, especially during their last year in Saikyoudai. He knew this company was tailing him after he began to show signs of leaving them, and they were not happy. The company was power hungry now, to the point of going behind his back and approaching Agon to get their dirty work done instead. That had been the last straw for Hiruma, with that bit of meddling inadvertently affecting their game at the X-League, even if the outcome would have been the same.
Not long after the game, Hiruma received a call from the company, offering the chance to be a part of an NFL team in America. He’d refused flat out. But he should have known it was easy to trace Mamori's relations with him just by taking a peek in his apartment. Despite his attempts to keep his distance, he could not deny he needed her presence as he planned their next game.
But now they were threatening to ruin her life if he refused to do as they say. Damn it.
He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. A text message. Hiruma pulled out and eyed the name of the sender for a moment. Then he read:
I know you may be busy right now, but I have something important to talk to you about. Can you meet me tomorrow? Come to the city cafe.
- Mamori.
Hiruma stared blankly at the phone for a minute. It was dangerous to meet her, even with the fact that he had to meet this team from America.
He was about to type he would be busy, believing it would be for the best when he recalled his promise to Mamori made what felt like many years ago.
Wait for me.
She was still waiting for him, he was sure. He had known for a long time now. He couldn't possibly prolong this any further than it should as that would hurt her even more. Surely he could come up with a plan by tomorrow morning, execute it and then he would be free to see her, at least for a few minutes.
Maybe by then, he could finally end this waiting. For the both of them.
He began to type quickly on his phone:
I will be late. But I'll be there.
- Hiruma.
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