Anatomy of the Heart (Lesson 1)
Title: Lesson 1: Mamori's Heart (Maybe I'm Amazed)
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Characters: Hiruma/Mamori
Genre: Romance/Angst/Comedy (just a little)
Rating: SOOOOOOO NC -17 I'm not even gonna pretend!
Warning: If you haven't read as far as chapter 241, WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU WAITING FOR? Hurry up already, geesh!
Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield and I hope i never do.
A/N: This is my second multi chapter fan fic. I started working on this while I was working on A Vegas Story. In fact the ending is already written because it came to me first. XD. For now, I'm not going to tell you how it ends XD (its a secret!) But I am going to tell you to be prepared for smut. A lot of smut, because this one will become really dark and angsty at times. Right now I have this planned for 10 chapters, and I'm sure there will be those of you who will have figured out where I'm going with this by chapter 5. This is not a continuation or a sequel to A Vegas Story, but I am writting this as if Hiruma and Mamori have been dating for a while. This part in the manga had me gripping the edge of my seat, and coming off the Oujou Match that was a very hard thing to do. I was going to hold off on presenting this fic and work on something lighter, maybe do a couple of comedic one shots, but right now, all my comedic one shots read like fail to me. Plus, with the recent chapter, I am soooooo bummed. But I'm still hopeful XD! I've seen real life football games turn around in 8 seconds!
Mamori missed the scene at mall, because she needed to dash over to the stationary store to buy some colorful address cards for the flowers that had arrived at the clubhouse. She also decided that she didn’t want to add to the others, and become a distraction if indeed Sena was to receive a confession. It was a relief to her that she hadn’t witnessed what happened, because she might have been tempted to break her promise to Hiruma. Hearing the details from Suzuna about the incident brought the vivid memory back about that day. The day she stood up to a beast, and found out she had a devil of a protector.
The speed with which he appeared right there in front of her, holding four tasers in one hand, the butt of his gun gripped in the other, amazed her. The look on his face had been one of complete and utter resolved determination. Not the same look he had on the field, because the sheer, almost deadly seriousness of his expression had shocked her.
Afterwards, as the team was leaving the stadium, she found herself being gripped tightly by the arm and lead away from the rest of the group. She didn’t have to look to know who it was; she knew what his touch felt like, what his presence felt like. What took her off guard was the force he used when he shoved her against the wall, the fierce grip he had on her shoulders, the intense gaze in his eyes. Under any other circumstances she might have been terrified.
“Promise that you won’t ever do that again.” His tone was stern, and she knew immediately what he was referring to. She only needed to look him in the eye and nod, before he crushed her to him in one of the tightest embraces she had ever received. Then just as quickly as their exchange had begun, it was over, and he was walking ahead of her to follow the rest of the Devil Bats.
She sighed deeply as she put the thoughts out of her mind of the day she saw the entire Sphinx line decimated by one complete monster. Opening the door to the clubhouse, and gazing upon all the fresh lovely flowers made her feel foolish in thinking that the flowers had been from Hiruma when it was so obvious that he would have never decorated the clubhouse in that way. She had hoped a little of her influence had rubbed off on him, but his reaction to the colorful display had confirmed that there was not much chance of that happening anytime soon. She decided to get rid of all the flowers as quickly as she could.
After painstakingly writing happy thoughts and well wishes on the cards she bought, Mamori placed them into each arrangement. Then she stocked as many as she could in a basket, and fixed the basket to her bike. It took quite a few trips, but she managed to deliver all of the flowers to the local hospital, and even placed some in specific rooms herself. By the time she had arrived back to the clubhouse she was exhausted, but it was imported to her that all traces of the tainted flowers were removed. It was very late by the time she had finished cleaning enough to feel satisfied.
The light tapping of rain could be heard on the clubhouse roof, which made her glad that she always carried an umbrella. It was never too late for rain, and she quickly finished tidying up, not wanting to get caught out in a full blown storm. She decided that cutting across the field would be quicker for her to get home, even though she knew the field would probably cake her shoes in mud by the time she got out of the Deimon gates.
As she rounded the corner to the open football field, her umbrella keeping her dry, she was startled to see a shadowy figure standing near the 50 yard line. She blinked her eyes then squinted in the obscured moonlight to see Hiruma, launching footballs towards the goal posts on the other end. When he had gotten there? When he had managed to drag the large can of footballs out of the clubhouse? How long he had been practicing like this? He wasn’t even dressed in his uniform and pads, she could tell as she moved closer. He had on his coat and scarf, the drizzle of rain had not yet drenched his hair to the point that the carefully styled spikes couldn’t withstand.
“What are you doing out here, like this?” she said to him once she was standing right behind him. He wasn’t startled by her sudden appearance, and as if he had expected her, he continued launching footballs unaffected.
“What does it look like?” he said simply.
“It looks like it’s raining, and you’ll catch a cold if you stay out here much longer,” she countered.
He laughed. It was a joyless cackle, as if he weren’t laughing at her at all, but laughing at himself or daring the weather to make him sick.
“Football doesn’t get canceled on account of the weather. You should know that by now, fucking manager.” He didn’t turn around to face her. Instead he just continued to pluck balls out of the can, and launch them clear to the other side of the field. “We just got through playing Oujou in the fucking rain and the fucking mud.”
“I know. That’s why you should take this time and relax.”
“There’s no time to relax. I’ve got to become faster.”
“What?”
“With my passes. Right now it’s the only way to defeat Gaou,” she picked up on the hint of somberness in his tone.
“So even you think that Seibu won’t win,” it was almost unimaginable to her that the Seibu team could be beat. Even Deimon failed to win against them.
As if picking up on her thoughts, he decided to elaborate. “Everything in that game depends on the speed of Kid’s quick draw. If his timing is off even one millisecond, it’s fucking over. I’m not going to wait until they lose to prepare myself.”
His motives began to become clearer to her as they stood there in silence for a moment. Seibu wasn’t known for their defense. It was Kid’s famous quick draw that allowed Seibu to become a powerhouse in scoring. Becoming faster was his answer to both scenarios. If he was faster than Kid, then they would have a chance of edging Seibu out, and if he was faster than Goau’s blitz…she didn’t want to think about what would happen if he wasn’t.
The drizzle continued, and a misty fog began to form around the field. He kept throwing footballs effortlessly. The one thing he wasn’t factoring into his scenarios was their defense. In true Hiruma fashion he was taking the problem head on by himself. She dropped the umbrella to her side and step to him. Wrapping her hands tightly around him, she pressed her face into his back, and closed her eyes to the rain. He dropped the football he had just prepared to throw.
“I told you, you don’t have to take on everything by yourself anymore. They’ll protect you. They’ll stand up to Gaou,” she said, hoping her meaning would get through to him.
He was silent as she held him, and then he covered her hands with his larger ones for the slightest second before prying them from his body and gently pushing her away. He picked the football back up and threw it, falling back into the routine he had begun. She wasn’t going to be deterred so easily. He needed her, and she was going to be there for him whether he liked it or not. She ran out in front of him down towards the other end of the field.
“Throw me the ball,” she called out, preparing herself to catch his pass. This time he truly did laugh at her as she tossed her wet bangs out of her face and took up a catching stance.
“You actually believe you can catch one of my passes,” he jibed.
“What’s the matter? Afraid that I can?” she retorted.
“I won’t go easy on you, fucking manager.”
“Who said you should?”
He threw the one of his Devil Laser Bullet passes just to spite her. She anticipated it even though she couldn’t read his expression clearly through the foggy mist. The ball came barreling towards her at such a high rate of speed, that it knocked her backwards to the ground when she caught it.
He laughed as he watched her go down. “Get up, fucking manager. It wasn’t even that hard a throw,” but she didn’t get up. She just laid there for a moment on her back, and then groaned as she rolled over onto her stomach.
“Quit fucking around, you’re going to get yourself all muddy,” He called to her, but she lay still on the ground.
“Fucking manager, I know you hear me. Get the fuck up!” He yelled, but she still didn’t move.
“Fucking manager!”
“Anezaki!”
She heard his rushed footsteps slosh through the muddy field, and felt him slide down to the ground next to her as the rain began to pour heavily. She couldn’t help but to burst into laughter when he rolled her over to face him. He, on the other hand, was not amused as he gazed at her stone faced.
“The look on your face right now is so worth it,” she continued to laugh as she sat up and tried to wipe some of the mud off the side of her face that had been planted in the ground.
“You didn’t have me fooled for even a second,” he huffed as he looked away from her briefly.
“Admit it. I got you real good.” She poked at him with the football, and he easily slapped it away.
“I admit nothing.”
“Go on and admit it. I won’t hold it over you,” she giggled as she continued to poke at him with her finger.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him, silencing her giggles with the ferocity of his lips. She matched his kiss with an intensity of her own as she pushed him backwards on to the wet muddy ground. From there it was a struggle. Both of them grappling for control, neither of them willing to acquiesce as they rolled around in the mud. Regaining her previous position of advantage, Mamori broke away from their kissing, and sat up to straddle him.
As she reached for the zipper on his pants, he sat up as well pulling her into another kiss, and pushing her hands away, but pulling off her coat. The rain was freezing, but she didn’t care as she tugged at his scarf, and he hurried out of his jacket. Kneeling in front of each other, their kisses became deep and unforced, their tongues exploring the crevasses of each other’s mouths. He moved to gently nibble on her breast, still pinned beneath the layers of wet clothes that clung to her like a second skin. One of his hands was already slowly creeping up her thigh and under her skirt, so she reached down to find the zipper of his pants again, and this time he made no move to stop her.
Her cold hand plunged into his pants, grabbing his warm hard shaft. He groaned, and moving aside the crotch of her panties, he pulled her on top of his lap. His hand gripped her thighs, but allowed her the freedom of her own movements. He matched her movements from his seated position as they clung together against the onslaught of drenching rain. The heat their bodies generated made them impervious to the cold, enveloping them in a warm cocoon.
Nothing else in the world mattered except for the two of them together, in the rain, on that field. Her whole body shuddered with ecstasy, and she felt him grip her even tighter as he gave himself over to rapturous bliss as well. They stayed locked together for the longest time, until he finally pulled himself away from her, looking at each other, both of them soaking wet, and covered in mud.
“What’s your mother going to say when you come home like this?” he smirked.
“I don’t want to go home,” she said evenly as she looked into his eyes.
His brow furrowed as he frowned at her. “Why? Something wrong between you and your mother?”
“Of course not,” she smiled. “My mother and I get along just fine.”
“Then why?” He questioned her again, but she didn’t want to answer him. She knew he wouldn’t like the answer, but it was still the truth. Pulling him close to her again, she buried her face into his shoulder. His arms wrapped themselves around her as he chuckled, surprised by her reaction.
“Because you need me,” she mumbled softly against his shoulder to herself, and then hoped his sensitive ears didn’t pick up her words.
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Characters: Hiruma/Mamori
Genre: Romance/Angst/Comedy (just a little)
Rating: SOOOOOOO NC -17 I'm not even gonna pretend!
Warning: If you haven't read as far as chapter 241, WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU WAITING FOR? Hurry up already, geesh!
Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield and I hope i never do.
A/N: This is my second multi chapter fan fic. I started working on this while I was working on A Vegas Story. In fact the ending is already written because it came to me first. XD. For now, I'm not going to tell you how it ends XD (its a secret!) But I am going to tell you to be prepared for smut. A lot of smut, because this one will become really dark and angsty at times. Right now I have this planned for 10 chapters, and I'm sure there will be those of you who will have figured out where I'm going with this by chapter 5. This is not a continuation or a sequel to A Vegas Story, but I am writting this as if Hiruma and Mamori have been dating for a while. This part in the manga had me gripping the edge of my seat, and coming off the Oujou Match that was a very hard thing to do. I was going to hold off on presenting this fic and work on something lighter, maybe do a couple of comedic one shots, but right now, all my comedic one shots read like fail to me. Plus, with the recent chapter, I am soooooo bummed. But I'm still hopeful XD! I've seen real life football games turn around in 8 seconds!
Mamori missed the scene at mall, because she needed to dash over to the stationary store to buy some colorful address cards for the flowers that had arrived at the clubhouse. She also decided that she didn’t want to add to the others, and become a distraction if indeed Sena was to receive a confession. It was a relief to her that she hadn’t witnessed what happened, because she might have been tempted to break her promise to Hiruma. Hearing the details from Suzuna about the incident brought the vivid memory back about that day. The day she stood up to a beast, and found out she had a devil of a protector.
The speed with which he appeared right there in front of her, holding four tasers in one hand, the butt of his gun gripped in the other, amazed her. The look on his face had been one of complete and utter resolved determination. Not the same look he had on the field, because the sheer, almost deadly seriousness of his expression had shocked her.
Afterwards, as the team was leaving the stadium, she found herself being gripped tightly by the arm and lead away from the rest of the group. She didn’t have to look to know who it was; she knew what his touch felt like, what his presence felt like. What took her off guard was the force he used when he shoved her against the wall, the fierce grip he had on her shoulders, the intense gaze in his eyes. Under any other circumstances she might have been terrified.
“Promise that you won’t ever do that again.” His tone was stern, and she knew immediately what he was referring to. She only needed to look him in the eye and nod, before he crushed her to him in one of the tightest embraces she had ever received. Then just as quickly as their exchange had begun, it was over, and he was walking ahead of her to follow the rest of the Devil Bats.
She sighed deeply as she put the thoughts out of her mind of the day she saw the entire Sphinx line decimated by one complete monster. Opening the door to the clubhouse, and gazing upon all the fresh lovely flowers made her feel foolish in thinking that the flowers had been from Hiruma when it was so obvious that he would have never decorated the clubhouse in that way. She had hoped a little of her influence had rubbed off on him, but his reaction to the colorful display had confirmed that there was not much chance of that happening anytime soon. She decided to get rid of all the flowers as quickly as she could.
After painstakingly writing happy thoughts and well wishes on the cards she bought, Mamori placed them into each arrangement. Then she stocked as many as she could in a basket, and fixed the basket to her bike. It took quite a few trips, but she managed to deliver all of the flowers to the local hospital, and even placed some in specific rooms herself. By the time she had arrived back to the clubhouse she was exhausted, but it was imported to her that all traces of the tainted flowers were removed. It was very late by the time she had finished cleaning enough to feel satisfied.
The light tapping of rain could be heard on the clubhouse roof, which made her glad that she always carried an umbrella. It was never too late for rain, and she quickly finished tidying up, not wanting to get caught out in a full blown storm. She decided that cutting across the field would be quicker for her to get home, even though she knew the field would probably cake her shoes in mud by the time she got out of the Deimon gates.
As she rounded the corner to the open football field, her umbrella keeping her dry, she was startled to see a shadowy figure standing near the 50 yard line. She blinked her eyes then squinted in the obscured moonlight to see Hiruma, launching footballs towards the goal posts on the other end. When he had gotten there? When he had managed to drag the large can of footballs out of the clubhouse? How long he had been practicing like this? He wasn’t even dressed in his uniform and pads, she could tell as she moved closer. He had on his coat and scarf, the drizzle of rain had not yet drenched his hair to the point that the carefully styled spikes couldn’t withstand.
“What are you doing out here, like this?” she said to him once she was standing right behind him. He wasn’t startled by her sudden appearance, and as if he had expected her, he continued launching footballs unaffected.
“What does it look like?” he said simply.
“It looks like it’s raining, and you’ll catch a cold if you stay out here much longer,” she countered.
He laughed. It was a joyless cackle, as if he weren’t laughing at her at all, but laughing at himself or daring the weather to make him sick.
“Football doesn’t get canceled on account of the weather. You should know that by now, fucking manager.” He didn’t turn around to face her. Instead he just continued to pluck balls out of the can, and launch them clear to the other side of the field. “We just got through playing Oujou in the fucking rain and the fucking mud.”
“I know. That’s why you should take this time and relax.”
“There’s no time to relax. I’ve got to become faster.”
“What?”
“With my passes. Right now it’s the only way to defeat Gaou,” she picked up on the hint of somberness in his tone.
“So even you think that Seibu won’t win,” it was almost unimaginable to her that the Seibu team could be beat. Even Deimon failed to win against them.
As if picking up on her thoughts, he decided to elaborate. “Everything in that game depends on the speed of Kid’s quick draw. If his timing is off even one millisecond, it’s fucking over. I’m not going to wait until they lose to prepare myself.”
His motives began to become clearer to her as they stood there in silence for a moment. Seibu wasn’t known for their defense. It was Kid’s famous quick draw that allowed Seibu to become a powerhouse in scoring. Becoming faster was his answer to both scenarios. If he was faster than Kid, then they would have a chance of edging Seibu out, and if he was faster than Goau’s blitz…she didn’t want to think about what would happen if he wasn’t.
The drizzle continued, and a misty fog began to form around the field. He kept throwing footballs effortlessly. The one thing he wasn’t factoring into his scenarios was their defense. In true Hiruma fashion he was taking the problem head on by himself. She dropped the umbrella to her side and step to him. Wrapping her hands tightly around him, she pressed her face into his back, and closed her eyes to the rain. He dropped the football he had just prepared to throw.
“I told you, you don’t have to take on everything by yourself anymore. They’ll protect you. They’ll stand up to Gaou,” she said, hoping her meaning would get through to him.
He was silent as she held him, and then he covered her hands with his larger ones for the slightest second before prying them from his body and gently pushing her away. He picked the football back up and threw it, falling back into the routine he had begun. She wasn’t going to be deterred so easily. He needed her, and she was going to be there for him whether he liked it or not. She ran out in front of him down towards the other end of the field.
“Throw me the ball,” she called out, preparing herself to catch his pass. This time he truly did laugh at her as she tossed her wet bangs out of her face and took up a catching stance.
“You actually believe you can catch one of my passes,” he jibed.
“What’s the matter? Afraid that I can?” she retorted.
“I won’t go easy on you, fucking manager.”
“Who said you should?”
He threw the one of his Devil Laser Bullet passes just to spite her. She anticipated it even though she couldn’t read his expression clearly through the foggy mist. The ball came barreling towards her at such a high rate of speed, that it knocked her backwards to the ground when she caught it.
He laughed as he watched her go down. “Get up, fucking manager. It wasn’t even that hard a throw,” but she didn’t get up. She just laid there for a moment on her back, and then groaned as she rolled over onto her stomach.
“Quit fucking around, you’re going to get yourself all muddy,” He called to her, but she lay still on the ground.
“Fucking manager, I know you hear me. Get the fuck up!” He yelled, but she still didn’t move.
“Fucking manager!”
“Anezaki!”
She heard his rushed footsteps slosh through the muddy field, and felt him slide down to the ground next to her as the rain began to pour heavily. She couldn’t help but to burst into laughter when he rolled her over to face him. He, on the other hand, was not amused as he gazed at her stone faced.
“The look on your face right now is so worth it,” she continued to laugh as she sat up and tried to wipe some of the mud off the side of her face that had been planted in the ground.
“You didn’t have me fooled for even a second,” he huffed as he looked away from her briefly.
“Admit it. I got you real good.” She poked at him with the football, and he easily slapped it away.
“I admit nothing.”
“Go on and admit it. I won’t hold it over you,” she giggled as she continued to poke at him with her finger.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him, silencing her giggles with the ferocity of his lips. She matched his kiss with an intensity of her own as she pushed him backwards on to the wet muddy ground. From there it was a struggle. Both of them grappling for control, neither of them willing to acquiesce as they rolled around in the mud. Regaining her previous position of advantage, Mamori broke away from their kissing, and sat up to straddle him.
As she reached for the zipper on his pants, he sat up as well pulling her into another kiss, and pushing her hands away, but pulling off her coat. The rain was freezing, but she didn’t care as she tugged at his scarf, and he hurried out of his jacket. Kneeling in front of each other, their kisses became deep and unforced, their tongues exploring the crevasses of each other’s mouths. He moved to gently nibble on her breast, still pinned beneath the layers of wet clothes that clung to her like a second skin. One of his hands was already slowly creeping up her thigh and under her skirt, so she reached down to find the zipper of his pants again, and this time he made no move to stop her.
Her cold hand plunged into his pants, grabbing his warm hard shaft. He groaned, and moving aside the crotch of her panties, he pulled her on top of his lap. His hand gripped her thighs, but allowed her the freedom of her own movements. He matched her movements from his seated position as they clung together against the onslaught of drenching rain. The heat their bodies generated made them impervious to the cold, enveloping them in a warm cocoon.
Nothing else in the world mattered except for the two of them together, in the rain, on that field. Her whole body shuddered with ecstasy, and she felt him grip her even tighter as he gave himself over to rapturous bliss as well. They stayed locked together for the longest time, until he finally pulled himself away from her, looking at each other, both of them soaking wet, and covered in mud.
“What’s your mother going to say when you come home like this?” he smirked.
“I don’t want to go home,” she said evenly as she looked into his eyes.
His brow furrowed as he frowned at her. “Why? Something wrong between you and your mother?”
“Of course not,” she smiled. “My mother and I get along just fine.”
“Then why?” He questioned her again, but she didn’t want to answer him. She knew he wouldn’t like the answer, but it was still the truth. Pulling him close to her again, she buried her face into his shoulder. His arms wrapped themselves around her as he chuckled, surprised by her reaction.
“Because you need me,” she mumbled softly against his shoulder to herself, and then hoped his sensitive ears didn’t pick up her words.