Eyeshield 21- "Bad Habits"
This is totally not on my list of stuff I need to write. Er, well, that is, it wasn't. But I've still got four more themes to do. XD
1.
Title: Bad Habits
Universe: Eyeshield 21
Theme/Topic: first theme of five from the challenges Shiroro gave me. Hopefully this will help get me into the fandom. XD
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing/s: lightly JyuumonjixSena
Warnings/Spoilers: possibly through Episode 36 of the anime?
Word Count: 776
Time: Totally lost count. O.o
Summary: Everyone needs a vice.
Dedication: k_shi- good themes. XD
A/N: So after episode 37 of the anime I’ve become a raving happy JyuuxSen fan. Weird, I know. But anyway, I feel like I need to get in on this fandom a little bit more, and thus… some fic (drabbleage, really). With challenges graciously provided by my sixth seat to spur me along. Hope I do them justice? XD
Disclaimer: Not mine, though I wish constantly. The five themes aren't mine either, so if you wanna use them, please contact k_shi first. ^^
Distribution: Just lemme know.
He doesn’t smoke anymore because the hell if he’s going to let all his hard work over the past few months amount to nothing in the long run, but even still, Jyuumonji is beginning to discover that humans all need at least one vice or another, if for no other reason than too keep them occupied.
Lately, since he traded the cigarettes in, he’s finding that he’s been itching for another sort of bad habit altogether, and this one is shaping up to be even more troublesome than the smoking, if only for the mental anguish he’s putting himself through trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with him.
“Che, just gimme that, will ya?” the lineman mutters sullenly, grabbing the heavy equipment bag out of Sena’s hands without ceremony and tossing it over his shoulder. He makes sure the smaller boy knows exactly how not-heavy the stuff is to him. “Damned wimp.”
“Aah, Jyuumonji-san! I can carry it, it’s no problem, really!” the runningback hastily states, looking embarrassed and reaching for the bag again.
Kazuki averts his eyes at the plea, shrugging the bag completely out of the smaller boy’s reach. “Tch. It’s a pain in the ass watching you struggle along with those skinny little stick arms of yours,” he grumbles by way of explanation, before stepping around Sena and heading for the bus. “Take you all damned day to get the bus loaded at this rate.”
The brown-haired boy frowns and tags along after the lineman, looking at the ground. “I…” he begins, trying to find a way to apologize for his weakness.
It makes the blonde feel immediately guilty, because he’s been picking on the shrimp more and more lately, without any real explanation as to why. Maybe, he thinks, it’s the nicotine withdrawal.
But it seems that his new bad habit of late is more often than not, Kobayakawa and nobody else. Kazuki can’t help but wonder why he picks on the runt and not any of the others, if giving up smoking has made him surlier all around.
The only thing he can state with relative sureness about the whole mess is that it’ll more likely than not, turn out to be just as unhealthy for his mind as the cigarettes had been for his body.
It’s already starting to turn into something of a vicious cycle, where he finds himself constantly watching Sena with a single-minded determination, waiting for the exact moment the shrimp does the smallest possible thing to annoy the hell out of him. After that, the blonde (without hesitation, mind) approaches his teammate to say something derisive and unnecessarily cruel about said annoying action, before proceeding to feel guilty and irritable about his own behavior not seconds after the words leave his mouth (usually because Sena is looking at him with those kicked puppy eyes full of pathetic sadness at that time).
It drives him crazy trying to figure out what possible sort of perverse pleasure his subconscious could be garnering from acting like he is, given that his conscious mind just feels more and more aggravated the more he does stupid shit like it.
This new vice is definitely, unquestionably, more self-destructive than the last one.
And really, he has no reason to hate Sena when he tries to be rational about the whole thing. Hell, he never even uses any really good excuses to pick on the runt when he does what he does. The runningback has already proven himself well enough ability wise during their ludicrous death march, which leaves no real motive for the taller boy to constantly ridicule the shrimp’s best efforts.
Sighing, Jyuumonji eventually puts a hand awkwardly on Sena’s shoulder. “Er… and you should be careful too,” he starts gruffly. “Runningbacks just run, huh? Take care of your legs and let the line be the muscle, stupid.”
That said, he quickly removes his hand and gets on the bus, averting his eyes from the smaller boy’s pathetic, useless, stupid face.
Sena blinks at that, pausing for a moment at the cab door as he takes in Kazuki’s words.
Eventually he smiles. “Ah…o-okay!” he calls, before eagerly following the lineman inside.
From behind the kid, Toganou and Kuroki both snort.
“Should’ve taken me up on the manga I offered when we all quit,” Shouzou states, tucking the latest issue of Bleach under his arm and looking oddly self-superior.
“Mm,” Kouji agrees absently, his nose buried in volume seventeen of the same series. “’s definitely safer.”
“Definitely.”
Meanwhile, inside the bus, Jyuumonji shouts at Sena for straining himself trying to open the window with his skinny little stick arms.
END
Next up: 2. Sports Drink! XD
Edits plz!
1.
Title: Bad Habits
Universe: Eyeshield 21
Theme/Topic: first theme of five from the challenges Shiroro gave me. Hopefully this will help get me into the fandom. XD
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing/s: lightly JyuumonjixSena
Warnings/Spoilers: possibly through Episode 36 of the anime?
Word Count: 776
Time: Totally lost count. O.o
Summary: Everyone needs a vice.
Dedication: k_shi- good themes. XD
A/N: So after episode 37 of the anime I’ve become a raving happy JyuuxSen fan. Weird, I know. But anyway, I feel like I need to get in on this fandom a little bit more, and thus… some fic (drabbleage, really). With challenges graciously provided by my sixth seat to spur me along. Hope I do them justice? XD
Disclaimer: Not mine, though I wish constantly. The five themes aren't mine either, so if you wanna use them, please contact k_shi first. ^^
Distribution: Just lemme know.
He doesn’t smoke anymore because the hell if he’s going to let all his hard work over the past few months amount to nothing in the long run, but even still, Jyuumonji is beginning to discover that humans all need at least one vice or another, if for no other reason than too keep them occupied.
Lately, since he traded the cigarettes in, he’s finding that he’s been itching for another sort of bad habit altogether, and this one is shaping up to be even more troublesome than the smoking, if only for the mental anguish he’s putting himself through trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with him.
“Che, just gimme that, will ya?” the lineman mutters sullenly, grabbing the heavy equipment bag out of Sena’s hands without ceremony and tossing it over his shoulder. He makes sure the smaller boy knows exactly how not-heavy the stuff is to him. “Damned wimp.”
“Aah, Jyuumonji-san! I can carry it, it’s no problem, really!” the runningback hastily states, looking embarrassed and reaching for the bag again.
Kazuki averts his eyes at the plea, shrugging the bag completely out of the smaller boy’s reach. “Tch. It’s a pain in the ass watching you struggle along with those skinny little stick arms of yours,” he grumbles by way of explanation, before stepping around Sena and heading for the bus. “Take you all damned day to get the bus loaded at this rate.”
The brown-haired boy frowns and tags along after the lineman, looking at the ground. “I…” he begins, trying to find a way to apologize for his weakness.
It makes the blonde feel immediately guilty, because he’s been picking on the shrimp more and more lately, without any real explanation as to why. Maybe, he thinks, it’s the nicotine withdrawal.
But it seems that his new bad habit of late is more often than not, Kobayakawa and nobody else. Kazuki can’t help but wonder why he picks on the runt and not any of the others, if giving up smoking has made him surlier all around.
The only thing he can state with relative sureness about the whole mess is that it’ll more likely than not, turn out to be just as unhealthy for his mind as the cigarettes had been for his body.
It’s already starting to turn into something of a vicious cycle, where he finds himself constantly watching Sena with a single-minded determination, waiting for the exact moment the shrimp does the smallest possible thing to annoy the hell out of him. After that, the blonde (without hesitation, mind) approaches his teammate to say something derisive and unnecessarily cruel about said annoying action, before proceeding to feel guilty and irritable about his own behavior not seconds after the words leave his mouth (usually because Sena is looking at him with those kicked puppy eyes full of pathetic sadness at that time).
It drives him crazy trying to figure out what possible sort of perverse pleasure his subconscious could be garnering from acting like he is, given that his conscious mind just feels more and more aggravated the more he does stupid shit like it.
This new vice is definitely, unquestionably, more self-destructive than the last one.
And really, he has no reason to hate Sena when he tries to be rational about the whole thing. Hell, he never even uses any really good excuses to pick on the runt when he does what he does. The runningback has already proven himself well enough ability wise during their ludicrous death march, which leaves no real motive for the taller boy to constantly ridicule the shrimp’s best efforts.
Sighing, Jyuumonji eventually puts a hand awkwardly on Sena’s shoulder. “Er… and you should be careful too,” he starts gruffly. “Runningbacks just run, huh? Take care of your legs and let the line be the muscle, stupid.”
That said, he quickly removes his hand and gets on the bus, averting his eyes from the smaller boy’s pathetic, useless, stupid face.
Sena blinks at that, pausing for a moment at the cab door as he takes in Kazuki’s words.
Eventually he smiles. “Ah…o-okay!” he calls, before eagerly following the lineman inside.
From behind the kid, Toganou and Kuroki both snort.
“Should’ve taken me up on the manga I offered when we all quit,” Shouzou states, tucking the latest issue of Bleach under his arm and looking oddly self-superior.
“Mm,” Kouji agrees absently, his nose buried in volume seventeen of the same series. “’s definitely safer.”
“Definitely.”
Meanwhile, inside the bus, Jyuumonji shouts at Sena for straining himself trying to open the window with his skinny little stick arms.
END
Next up: 2. Sports Drink! XD
Edits plz!