Day 93 - Tears Not Wasted
Title: Tears Not Wasted
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Characters: Hiruma x Mamori
Warning: Set right after the Deimon-Ojyou match
Summary: Rather than wait, one must sometimes make a chance.
Author's Note: How did I overlook this little pocket in time???? Argh!!!!
Mamori finished her headcount and nodded in satisfaction. All members of the team accounted for. The cheerleaders have been sent home. Equipment all A-OK. No severe injuries to speak off, though she doubted if any of them can get up the following morning without help.
"Oi, we should get going." Doburoku told her, looking out of the driver's window. Mamori nodded and picked up a duffel bag. "I'll be a sec."
Doburoku watched her run towards the locker room. "Are you sure a second is enough?"
Mamori slowed down to a soft walk as she approached the closed door. Eventhough Deimon was allocated a locker room for the match, none of them actually came in here. It's easy to overlook the fact that they even had a room.
It's something Hiruma would use to his advantage.
She knocked softly and waited. She heard a faint grunt from inside and she smiled as she leaned against the door. "Everyone's waiting in the trailer now."
For a while all was silent, and then she heard him say; "I need my bag."
She opened the door slightly and showed him the bag she had brought along. To her surprise, he didn't receive it. Feeling curious, she looked in.
Hiruma was lying on the bench, his arm thrown casually over his eyes. Exhaustion was etched on every inch of his form, and her heart went out to him. But pity never works with Hiruma - he'd never accept it, not even from her. "It can't be comfortable." She said lightly as she took out his change of clothes from the bag. "Need help with the shoulder pads?"
He slowly rose up and looked at her. "Do I look like a kid?"
"You look tired." She stated softly and turned away when he began tugging off his jersey. "It was an incredible match." She continued, fiddling with the strap of the bag. "But for a moment I... I almost believed - "
"I didn't want to waste your tears." He interrupted gruffly and Mamori stilled, confused. Hiruma handed her his jersey and she mechanically began to fold it up.
"You cried before the match, and said you felt that it's because there will be no tears at the end." Hiruma stared into the distance and Mamori smiled softly, a little bashful. "I did say that, did I?"
"I surprise people, but I don't disappoint." She heard the humor in his voice and found the strength to laugh along. "So... must I cry before every match now?"
"Whatever happened to a simple good-luck kiss?" Hiruma rolled his eyes and got up but Mamori quickly caught his arm, smiling. "I was thinking more in terms of 'congratulatory kiss'."
Realization dawned on him and he began to grin widely. "Fucking manager, you never cease to surprise me."
"But I never disappoint, do I?"
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Characters: Hiruma x Mamori
Warning: Set right after the Deimon-Ojyou match
Summary: Rather than wait, one must sometimes make a chance.
Author's Note: How did I overlook this little pocket in time???? Argh!!!!
Mamori finished her headcount and nodded in satisfaction. All members of the team accounted for. The cheerleaders have been sent home. Equipment all A-OK. No severe injuries to speak off, though she doubted if any of them can get up the following morning without help.
"Oi, we should get going." Doburoku told her, looking out of the driver's window. Mamori nodded and picked up a duffel bag. "I'll be a sec."
Doburoku watched her run towards the locker room. "Are you sure a second is enough?"
Mamori slowed down to a soft walk as she approached the closed door. Eventhough Deimon was allocated a locker room for the match, none of them actually came in here. It's easy to overlook the fact that they even had a room.
It's something Hiruma would use to his advantage.
She knocked softly and waited. She heard a faint grunt from inside and she smiled as she leaned against the door. "Everyone's waiting in the trailer now."
For a while all was silent, and then she heard him say; "I need my bag."
She opened the door slightly and showed him the bag she had brought along. To her surprise, he didn't receive it. Feeling curious, she looked in.
Hiruma was lying on the bench, his arm thrown casually over his eyes. Exhaustion was etched on every inch of his form, and her heart went out to him. But pity never works with Hiruma - he'd never accept it, not even from her. "It can't be comfortable." She said lightly as she took out his change of clothes from the bag. "Need help with the shoulder pads?"
He slowly rose up and looked at her. "Do I look like a kid?"
"You look tired." She stated softly and turned away when he began tugging off his jersey. "It was an incredible match." She continued, fiddling with the strap of the bag. "But for a moment I... I almost believed - "
"I didn't want to waste your tears." He interrupted gruffly and Mamori stilled, confused. Hiruma handed her his jersey and she mechanically began to fold it up.
"You cried before the match, and said you felt that it's because there will be no tears at the end." Hiruma stared into the distance and Mamori smiled softly, a little bashful. "I did say that, did I?"
"I surprise people, but I don't disappoint." She heard the humor in his voice and found the strength to laugh along. "So... must I cry before every match now?"
"Whatever happened to a simple good-luck kiss?" Hiruma rolled his eyes and got up but Mamori quickly caught his arm, smiling. "I was thinking more in terms of 'congratulatory kiss'."
Realization dawned on him and he began to grin widely. "Fucking manager, you never cease to surprise me."
"But I never disappoint, do I?"