Eyeshield 21- "Sports Drink"
I AM A DIRTY ROTTEN LIAR, k_shi. Haha I wasn't going to do this tonight but then I got the idea and well, you know. XD
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Title: Sports Drink
Universe: Eyeshield 21
Theme/Topic: second theme of five from the challenges Shiroro gave me. Slowly I think I am beginning to suss these characters out. XD
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing/s: vaguely JyuuxSena
Warnings/Spoilers: none that I can think of.
Word Count: 762
Time: 22 minutes
Summary: After a long day’s practice.
Dedication: seca- feel the JyuuxSena love! XD
A/N: I thought I was going to be too dead tonight to write another piece, but I guess I’m a dirty rotten liar or something. I think this piece is a little more um… schizophrenic than the first one, but I’m still trying to find a suitable Eyeshield voice, so it’ll probably be like this for a while. O.o
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.
It’s a grueling afternoon practice during the club activities period at school, and that means the stupid manager is off doing something for the disciplinary council or something and not her job.
He sits on the sidelines with his energy drink in hand, taking a breather as the crazy quarterback works on a few (fifty) last suicide sprints across the field with the runt-squad.
The blonde grunts to himself and feels tired just watching Sena, glad that the line is done for today.
He sips red Gatorade brought from home as Kuroki and Toganou stretch out on the ground panting, leaning back-to-back against one another for support and cursing that psycho Hiruma and his impossible “Push back the goalpost” drill today.
When they turn to Kazuki for some sort of affirmation regarding Hiruma’s craziness he merely snorts and finishes off his drink, eyes trained on Eyeshield, baldy, and the monkey, who are still running around while the spikey-headed QB fires round after round of automatic shells at their feet as ‘encouragement’.
“FASTER, YOU SHITTY APE!”
Sore in his shoulders and thighs, Jyuumonji can only imagine how the runt’s knees are faring as he laps Monta and Yukimitsu for the fourth or fifth time, and making a face, the lineman begins to count off the remainder of Sena’s runs, his empty Gatorade bottle spinning idly between his fingers.
Thirteen, twelve, eleven…
His eyes go back and forth across the length of the field like he’s watching a tennis match, and while he notes that his asshole friends are snickering at him and probably saying dirty things behind his back, he doesn’t pause to smack them both over the head because if he does he’ll invariably lose count.
Eight…seven…six…
Toganou says something that Jyuumonji manages to make out rather clearly, and without averting his eyes, he pitches his empty bottle at the idiot’s head, satisfied with the hollow “thunk” and the rabid curses that follow the motion.
Three…two…one…
The machine gun is aimed skyward then, and blasting yet another clip of ammunition to kingdom come, Hiruma grins and announces, “That’s it for today, you damned shrimps!” The words are punctuated with a sharp kick to Kobayakawa’s backside-an action that inexplicably makes Jyuumonji clench his teeth-and like that, the three remaining team members jog off the field, panting heavily and grateful for having somehow, survived another day of their quarterback’s hellish training.
Monta plops down on the bench and reaches idly for his water bottle, the one filled earlier with disgusting piss-water from the gym’s half-dead outdoor fountain because Mamori hadn’t been around to fill them with ice and the nice drinking water from the student council lounge today, like she usually does. Making a face as the metallic tasting liquid hits his tongue, the ape frowns but drinks up anyway, taking his fill before liberally dousing his face with the rest of the water (and splashing Kuroki and Toganou on the ground below him in the process).
The two manage to muster up enough energy to stand and shove the primate’s face into the dirt while Sena tries to pacify them into not stepping on the receiver’s head too hard.
Meanwhile Jyuumonji eyes the holder where their water bottles are kept and reaches out, grabbing Sena’s bottle from the rack before popping the cap up and promptly turning it upside down.
He squeezes the remaining liquid out onto the ground.
Everyone notices as he does this, and they all pause in whatever it is they’re doing. Even if it’s stomping on Monta’s head.
“Ah! That’s not very nice, Jyuumonji-san!” Kurita berates the blonde, nervously watching the final drops of Sena’s water hit the dirt at Kazuki’s feet.
The other lineman ignores the big center completely, grabbing his bag and placing the empty bottle back in the holder before he stands to leave.
“Ahaha… it’s okay, Kurita-san,” Sena assures the frowning giant, laughing in an anxiously placating manner because he doesn’t want to cause any fuss. “I can go get some…Oof.”
The brown-haired boy blinks as a bottle of red Gatorade is suddenly shoved straight into his stomach-harder than necessary maybe-and he manages to wrap his hands around it before it falls to the ground.
Jyuumonji zips his bag back up and heads off towards the locker room without a word, leaving a puzzled Sena-and team, really-- in his wake.
After a moment, “Ah, thank you, Jyuumonji-san!”
The blonde doesn’t turn around to acknowledge the shrimp’s words of gratitude, but Sena smiles at Jyuumonji’s back as if he had anyway.
END
Edits plz!
2.
Title: Sports Drink
Universe: Eyeshield 21
Theme/Topic: second theme of five from the challenges Shiroro gave me. Slowly I think I am beginning to suss these characters out. XD
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing/s: vaguely JyuuxSena
Warnings/Spoilers: none that I can think of.
Word Count: 762
Time: 22 minutes
Summary: After a long day’s practice.
Dedication: seca- feel the JyuuxSena love! XD
A/N: I thought I was going to be too dead tonight to write another piece, but I guess I’m a dirty rotten liar or something. I think this piece is a little more um… schizophrenic than the first one, but I’m still trying to find a suitable Eyeshield voice, so it’ll probably be like this for a while. O.o
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.
It’s a grueling afternoon practice during the club activities period at school, and that means the stupid manager is off doing something for the disciplinary council or something and not her job.
He sits on the sidelines with his energy drink in hand, taking a breather as the crazy quarterback works on a few (fifty) last suicide sprints across the field with the runt-squad.
The blonde grunts to himself and feels tired just watching Sena, glad that the line is done for today.
He sips red Gatorade brought from home as Kuroki and Toganou stretch out on the ground panting, leaning back-to-back against one another for support and cursing that psycho Hiruma and his impossible “Push back the goalpost” drill today.
When they turn to Kazuki for some sort of affirmation regarding Hiruma’s craziness he merely snorts and finishes off his drink, eyes trained on Eyeshield, baldy, and the monkey, who are still running around while the spikey-headed QB fires round after round of automatic shells at their feet as ‘encouragement’.
“FASTER, YOU SHITTY APE!”
Sore in his shoulders and thighs, Jyuumonji can only imagine how the runt’s knees are faring as he laps Monta and Yukimitsu for the fourth or fifth time, and making a face, the lineman begins to count off the remainder of Sena’s runs, his empty Gatorade bottle spinning idly between his fingers.
Thirteen, twelve, eleven…
His eyes go back and forth across the length of the field like he’s watching a tennis match, and while he notes that his asshole friends are snickering at him and probably saying dirty things behind his back, he doesn’t pause to smack them both over the head because if he does he’ll invariably lose count.
Eight…seven…six…
Toganou says something that Jyuumonji manages to make out rather clearly, and without averting his eyes, he pitches his empty bottle at the idiot’s head, satisfied with the hollow “thunk” and the rabid curses that follow the motion.
Three…two…one…
The machine gun is aimed skyward then, and blasting yet another clip of ammunition to kingdom come, Hiruma grins and announces, “That’s it for today, you damned shrimps!” The words are punctuated with a sharp kick to Kobayakawa’s backside-an action that inexplicably makes Jyuumonji clench his teeth-and like that, the three remaining team members jog off the field, panting heavily and grateful for having somehow, survived another day of their quarterback’s hellish training.
Monta plops down on the bench and reaches idly for his water bottle, the one filled earlier with disgusting piss-water from the gym’s half-dead outdoor fountain because Mamori hadn’t been around to fill them with ice and the nice drinking water from the student council lounge today, like she usually does. Making a face as the metallic tasting liquid hits his tongue, the ape frowns but drinks up anyway, taking his fill before liberally dousing his face with the rest of the water (and splashing Kuroki and Toganou on the ground below him in the process).
The two manage to muster up enough energy to stand and shove the primate’s face into the dirt while Sena tries to pacify them into not stepping on the receiver’s head too hard.
Meanwhile Jyuumonji eyes the holder where their water bottles are kept and reaches out, grabbing Sena’s bottle from the rack before popping the cap up and promptly turning it upside down.
He squeezes the remaining liquid out onto the ground.
Everyone notices as he does this, and they all pause in whatever it is they’re doing. Even if it’s stomping on Monta’s head.
“Ah! That’s not very nice, Jyuumonji-san!” Kurita berates the blonde, nervously watching the final drops of Sena’s water hit the dirt at Kazuki’s feet.
The other lineman ignores the big center completely, grabbing his bag and placing the empty bottle back in the holder before he stands to leave.
“Ahaha… it’s okay, Kurita-san,” Sena assures the frowning giant, laughing in an anxiously placating manner because he doesn’t want to cause any fuss. “I can go get some…Oof.”
The brown-haired boy blinks as a bottle of red Gatorade is suddenly shoved straight into his stomach-harder than necessary maybe-and he manages to wrap his hands around it before it falls to the ground.
Jyuumonji zips his bag back up and heads off towards the locker room without a word, leaving a puzzled Sena-and team, really-- in his wake.
After a moment, “Ah, thank you, Jyuumonji-san!”
The blonde doesn’t turn around to acknowledge the shrimp’s words of gratitude, but Sena smiles at Jyuumonji’s back as if he had anyway.
END
Edits plz!