[Fanfic] Eyeshield 21 - Star Crossed 2
Title: Star-Crossed
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Pairing: Hiruma x Mamori, Sena x Suzuna
Warning: This fic borrows the premise from Darker Than Black. Both DtB and ES21 do not belong to me
Author's Note: This chapter replaces the original chapter 2 posted before simply because I've reviewed it and feel the story needs to take another direction.
In a nondescript apartment in the southwest of the city, multiple monitors glowed with activity. In the center of the hub was a man with a shock of blonde hair, working first on one station and then the next. Though he looked relaxed there was intense concentration in his eyes that bespoke a man of singular purpose.
Tonight, like every other night, his purpose was to evade capture.
Using knowledge that only hackers are usually privy to, he manipulated public records and surveillance cameras. Fake videos were inserted over live feeds. All traces that could lead to his discovery were written over with the consistency that would fool any pattern-detecting software. Though there were signs that his pursuers were giving up on him, he did not let up even a bit. He worked hard to gain freedom, and he intended to stay that way. A free man.
He held out his hand. “Devil’s Handbook.”
A little black notebook materialized in his hand and he looked at the cover. “Tamagawa Saeki.”
When he opened the pages a picture of a balding man in a suit looked back at him, along with pages and pages of information. From basic info to the man’s deepest secrets, all were in there. Nothing escapes Devil’s Handbook once a person’s name has been captured. This man’s life is entirely a secret, despite him being a lowly member of The Cell. But it was because he was a lowly member that he was easily caught by the man he was supposed to catch.
He studied the book for a while before dismissing it. Tamagawa Saeki is no longer useful - he’d need a new source and soon.
And he knew exactly how to get it. Pulling out a stick of chewing gum, he thoughtfully popped it into his mouth even as he began to play with the catch of the handgun on the table next to him. He needed to fire some rounds, but not now. That can wait. Turning back to his monitors, he began setting his trap.
Mamori bolted upright, panting with fear. Her nightgown clung to her body and the light breeze caused a chill on her sweaty skin. Pressing a hand to her forehead, she forced herself to calm down. Always. It’s always that same dream.
She got out of bed and padded to the kitchen. Since her parents died she had been living alone. Her friends and colleagues argued that the house was too big for her and too painful, but she simply couldn’t bring herself to move out. This had always been her home. No matter how hard it is, she’d keep it.
She poured herself some milk and warmed it up in the microwave. Looking over her shoulder to the living room, she envisioned her mother sitting at the coffee table, reviewing recipes submitted by readers of her newspaper column and clucking her tongue disapprovingly. Her father was seldom home but when he was, he’d be in the armchair in front of the TV watching nature programs. Her father loves the wildlife and often talked about talking her camping - but they never did get around to it.
She forced the nostalgia away when the microwave beeped. Strange that eventhough it was in this house that her parents died in, she could never imagine it. When the incident happened she was at Sena’s house and they didn’t let her go back until the scene had been cleared. Even after she joined the police force and looked at her parents’ case file, she couldn’t recognize the pictures. The sofa where her mother had died on had been replaced and her father had died in front of the door, probably trying to call for help. They had fought for their lives, she reasoned. You should appreciate it and live yours.
Even if it hurts like hell.
From upstairs she could hear her phone ring. Frowning, Mamori ran up to her room and looked at her phone. “Inspector?”
“Anezaki, get yourself down to Fukao district now,” The clipped voice of her superior sounded unnaturally grim over the phone’s speaker. “It’s an emergency.
Halfway across the city, Inspector Suigin stared down at the body cut cleanly in two, his eyes still shining red. Rubies of death.
“We’ve found another dead Contractor.”
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Pairing: Hiruma x Mamori, Sena x Suzuna
Warning: This fic borrows the premise from Darker Than Black. Both DtB and ES21 do not belong to me
Author's Note: This chapter replaces the original chapter 2 posted before simply because I've reviewed it and feel the story needs to take another direction.
In a nondescript apartment in the southwest of the city, multiple monitors glowed with activity. In the center of the hub was a man with a shock of blonde hair, working first on one station and then the next. Though he looked relaxed there was intense concentration in his eyes that bespoke a man of singular purpose.
Tonight, like every other night, his purpose was to evade capture.
Using knowledge that only hackers are usually privy to, he manipulated public records and surveillance cameras. Fake videos were inserted over live feeds. All traces that could lead to his discovery were written over with the consistency that would fool any pattern-detecting software. Though there were signs that his pursuers were giving up on him, he did not let up even a bit. He worked hard to gain freedom, and he intended to stay that way. A free man.
He held out his hand. “Devil’s Handbook.”
A little black notebook materialized in his hand and he looked at the cover. “Tamagawa Saeki.”
When he opened the pages a picture of a balding man in a suit looked back at him, along with pages and pages of information. From basic info to the man’s deepest secrets, all were in there. Nothing escapes Devil’s Handbook once a person’s name has been captured. This man’s life is entirely a secret, despite him being a lowly member of The Cell. But it was because he was a lowly member that he was easily caught by the man he was supposed to catch.
He studied the book for a while before dismissing it. Tamagawa Saeki is no longer useful - he’d need a new source and soon.
And he knew exactly how to get it. Pulling out a stick of chewing gum, he thoughtfully popped it into his mouth even as he began to play with the catch of the handgun on the table next to him. He needed to fire some rounds, but not now. That can wait. Turning back to his monitors, he began setting his trap.
Mamori bolted upright, panting with fear. Her nightgown clung to her body and the light breeze caused a chill on her sweaty skin. Pressing a hand to her forehead, she forced herself to calm down. Always. It’s always that same dream.
She got out of bed and padded to the kitchen. Since her parents died she had been living alone. Her friends and colleagues argued that the house was too big for her and too painful, but she simply couldn’t bring herself to move out. This had always been her home. No matter how hard it is, she’d keep it.
She poured herself some milk and warmed it up in the microwave. Looking over her shoulder to the living room, she envisioned her mother sitting at the coffee table, reviewing recipes submitted by readers of her newspaper column and clucking her tongue disapprovingly. Her father was seldom home but when he was, he’d be in the armchair in front of the TV watching nature programs. Her father loves the wildlife and often talked about talking her camping - but they never did get around to it.
She forced the nostalgia away when the microwave beeped. Strange that eventhough it was in this house that her parents died in, she could never imagine it. When the incident happened she was at Sena’s house and they didn’t let her go back until the scene had been cleared. Even after she joined the police force and looked at her parents’ case file, she couldn’t recognize the pictures. The sofa where her mother had died on had been replaced and her father had died in front of the door, probably trying to call for help. They had fought for their lives, she reasoned. You should appreciate it and live yours.
Even if it hurts like hell.
From upstairs she could hear her phone ring. Frowning, Mamori ran up to her room and looked at her phone. “Inspector?”
“Anezaki, get yourself down to Fukao district now,” The clipped voice of her superior sounded unnaturally grim over the phone’s speaker. “It’s an emergency.
Halfway across the city, Inspector Suigin stared down at the body cut cleanly in two, his eyes still shining red. Rubies of death.
“We’ve found another dead Contractor.”