Fanfiction : Eyeshield 21 - Who Says Only Opposites Attract?
Title: Who Says Only Opposites Attract?
Type: Fanfiction : Eyeshield 21.
Prompt: Idea taken from 1sentence, set Epsilon.
Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21. I forgot who own them. BUT THEY RULE.
Rating: R, for both of their respective mouthes. And please, brain bleach at hand, people.
Word Count: TOO LAZEEE. D:
Summary: A collection of one sentences for the love that is Agon and Hiruma. [ AgonHiru ]. One-shot.
Author's Note: Where is the AgonHiru?! THIS PAIRING DOES NOT FEEL THE LOVE, PPL. DOES NOT FEEL THE LOVE. D:< Well. It's like, ages, since I claimed this and now I've finally finished it. Some of the sentences are connected, most are not. Though, have fun! And feedbacks are like fuel to poor writers like me, remember that!
#01 - Motion
- Agon can see every single motion and react faster than others can even dream of, but he doesn’t realise when Hiruma whips out the machine gun and points the nuzzle at his nose - he must’ve been distracted when the spike-headed son of a bitch starts stripping.
#02 - Cool
- Hiruma raises an eyebrow, grins widely and says, “Dreadlocks are so last decade, fucktard.”
#03 - Young
- It’s a mixture of terror and downright hilarity to imagine Hiruma and Agon growing old together, with tons of demonic kids and white picket fence and suburban house and false teeth and machine-guns-turn-canes sticks - Hiruma appears out of nowhere and shoves a shotgun right into Monta’s mouth without much warning, daring the receiver to repeat what he had just so gleefully narrated to the team.
#04 - Last
- He’s catching up, he trying really hard to close the distance that three years being apart created, but when Agon sees the soft smiles Musashi directs at Hiruma (when the blonde ain’t looking, thanks the gods), he thinks that he has fallen too further behind.
#05 - Wrong
- “How does it feels to be defeated by a bunch of trash, eh?”
#06 - Gentle
- Agon grabs a handful of spiked golden hair and yanks back, smirking in triumph when Hiruma grunts in pain and proceeds to scatter biting kisses all across the exposed pale skin of Hiruma’s neck.
#07 - One
- The football jersey stays at the back of his closet, like a silent skeleton from the rapidly-disappearing past, and Hiruma reaches forward to trail a finger over the number on the jersey, too lost in memories to notice Agon’s entrance into their shared bedroom.
#08 - Thousand
- There is something decidedly annoying about the way other football players (like Kid, Shin, Sena etc etc) hang around Hiruma - like bees with a honey pot - and Agon has to fight the urge to throw the spindly blond on the nearest flat surface just to show them to whom that ass belongs to.
#09 - King
- Hiruma promptly kicks Agon in the balls when Agon loudly exclaims (to a mass of bewildered Shinryuji and Deimon Bats players) that yeah, Hiruma’s his bitch alright.
#10 - Learn
- Sena, Monta and the rest of the members have learnt to avoid the clubhouse whenever Agon comes for a visit (“Yo, trash, where’s that fuckin’ captain of yours?”) - the ‘Huh’ Brothers are still traumatised after opening the door to an unwanted sight of entangled naked limbs and Hiruma’s death glare.
#11 - Blur
- It’s ridiculous how even in the heat of a battle, amidst screams of encouragement and go go go that pound inside his veins like war drums, Agon can still look at the sideline, look at the sea of spectators and notices the flash of bright gold spikes that always makes him push harder, win faster.
#12 - Wait
- Hiruma stares at the ripped remnant of his shirt, eyes narrowing despite having Agon’s hands inside his pants and smacks the big asshole upside down, making a mental note to educate said asshole about the finer point of patience later.
#13 - Change
- Mamori calmly explains to a pissed off Agon that yes, non Devil Bats players are not allowed into the changing room and no, Hiruma-kun is not being molested by anyone so please get your ugly ass off the vicinity before I yell ‘rape’.
#14 - Command
- The bed creaks underneath their combined weight, and Agon presses down on Hiruma, a leash in his hand and a wicked smirk on his face.
#15 - Hold
- Never let go - promise me.
#16 - Need
- There’s only chants of now, now, now and you, just you, fuck inside his head when it comes to Agon - Hiruma tries to hide them behind a smirk, a harsh remark but Agon sees, hears them anyway.
#17 - Vision
- Agon leers appreciatively when Hiruma steps out of the bathroom, a low whistle rumbling inside the room as he takes in the sight of super-mini-super-tight vinyl skirt and ripped neon-green shirt against the perfect paleness of Hiruma’s skin.
#18 - Attention
- He has always been the centre of attention - the best in everything - and he likes it that way, loves the limelight as it loves him, but with Hiruma, Agon has learnt that absolute attention from the blonde always resulted in nasty, nasty plans that will somehow fuck him over in the end.
#19 - Soul
- It’s disgusting how the girls are twittering something about soul mates and fucking forever whenever they get/swarm around him, because those shit ain’t real - the only real thing to him right now is planning how to break into Hiruma’s apartment yet again and molest that skinny ass until kingdom’s come.
#20 - Picture
- Agon frowns when he sees Hiruma sitting on the couch, his schoolbook propped open between skinny legs and a marker pen decisively scribbling something onto one of the pages - he later finds out that all his pictures has been re-decorated with complimentary thick moustaches, scars and horrendous hairdos.
#21 - Fool
- “This can’t last forever and you know it.”
#22 - Mad
- Hiruma raises his eyebrow coolly, gestures at their empty refrigerator (sans bottles of beer and a jar of cocktail onions) and taps at the pink Post-It note on the fridge’s door, saying, “I thought you are responsible for grocery this week, hm?”
#23 - Child
- Swallowing the lump lodged inside his throat, Agon slowly abandons the couch and saunters into the kitchen - looking remarkably like a chastised school boy - as Hiruma waits for an excuse he doesn’t have.
#24 - Now
- He probably should’ve feel humiliated (or murderous, whichever) for being bossed around by a lanky quarterback (with tight ass and all that necessary trimmings), but Agon is too preoccupied in being scared for his life, because shitdammit, that shotgun’s fucking loaded, for fuck’s sake!
#25 - Shadow
- It’s hard for Monta to acknowledge what he’s seeing, because really, it’s freaking creepy to see Kongo Agon following Hiruma-senpai into a supermarket, holding grocery bags and looking so frightfully domesticated that it’s retarded.
#26 - Goodbye
- Agon scans the crowd for any sign of golden spike, demonic grin or lanky limbs, even for the telltale ominous aura that signals a certain quarterback’s presence but there is nothing nothing nothing (fuckgoddammit) and he grits his teeth, shrugs off Unsui and whoever-the-fuck’s well wishes and steps into the waiting train, into his future with an American team without a backward glance.
#27 - Hide
- Hiruma knows Agon’s looking, knows he should be there among the adoring crowd - at least to throw in some characteristic snarky comments and/or the customary death threats - but he doesn’t feel like it, doesn’t feel like saying anything because all he really wants to do is to tell Agon to stay.
#28 - Fortune
- He stinks of the green notes nowadays, stinks of cold, expensive jewelleries (his blings, dammit, not jewelleries!) and rolling with the other stinky rich-bags, although all he wants to have is a demonic once-quarterback-but-now-must-be-a-mafia-boss blonde that all the money in the world can’t possibly buy.
#29 - Safe
- It’s a dishonest game they’re playing, where the rules are lies and truths are a rarity, but when they lie on the bed together, tangled in a sea of blankets and warm breaths, that is their personal haven, an escape from real world and hypocritical expectations.
#30 - Ghost
- Hiruma still sees phantoms; on his bed, in his kitchen, on his couch and messing with his weapons collection; he sees a person that is no more there, sees a disarray of dreadlocks and arrogant smirks and sharp eyes.
#31 - Book
- They are just words on pages, bold script narrating events that none will believe to be true but his most loyal of fans (because they’re just bullshit anyway), but Agon knows, he knows that Hiruma will get his autobiography (and that’s not just his ego talking) and sees the unwritten words between each lines, unwritten words for the blonde and the blonde only.
#32 - Eye
- Hiruma snorts as he glances at the gay-as-Hell cover page (really now, sparkly studs?) and sifts through the first few pages (credits, ass-kissery, yadda yadda), but his eyes halt at the scrawled kanji at the beginning of the first chapter and bites his lower lip; “ to the trash that won’t just die [ in my memory ] ”.
#33 - Never
- He knows that ‘forever’ is just a lie.
#34 - Sing
- The first time they celebrates Hiruma’s birthday together, the birthday boy is forced to duck tape Agon’s mouth after the Shinryuji player decides to belt out his own rendition of the Birthday Song, which somehow includes more vulgarity than what is necessary and appropriate.
#35 - Sudden
- When asked (by the ever lovable and oblivious Suzuna) how they get together, as freaky as it sounds coming from a petite girl with childish smiles, Hiruma merely shoulders his machinegun, kicks Agon’s shin and growls something about ‘too many drinks’ and ‘low alcohol tolerance’.
#36 - Stop
- “We can’t do this… not anymore.”
#37 - Time
- “We have years of mindless sex to catch up to, so hurry the fuck up with the luggage, will you?”
#38 - Wash
- There’s a bitter taste at the back of his mouth, bile rising in his throat and Agon chokes them back, washes them down with a bottle of Jack Daniels as his hands crumple the returned plane ticket, posted all the way from Japan with a simple note; “Don’t bother, fucktard.”.
#39 - Torn
- The plane ticket lays forgotten on the kitchen counter besides the congratulatory letter from University M, and Hiruma take quick gulps from his can of cold beer, carefully weighing the choice between the face from his dreams (nightmares, really) and going professional because this is a gamble he doesn’t want to lose.
#40 - History
- Three years and they have both changed - for the better and for the worse - but if there’s one thing that remains the same, it’s the loath and fury and lust that they feel towards each other.
#41 - Power
- The rope holds fast, even against the getting-to-be-really-annoying-in-record-time struggles from Hiruma and Agon sneers, pressing down onto the bound (unwilling) body underneath him to show Hiruma that bondage can be fun, given proper equipments and situation.
#42 - Bother
- “Goddammit, Unsui! Knock before ya fuckin’ enter!”
#43 - God
- Unsui has never prayed so hard for forgiveness and super powerful brain bleach as the day he stumbles into his twin’s bedroom (with the intention of inviting the asshole to a steamboat party nonetheless!) only to get an eyeful of very naked, very aroused Hiruma, tied down to the bed with a leering Agon hovering over the cursing blonde.
#44 - Wall
- There are lies and half truths and unspoken words between them, like infinite chasms, like endless sea… separating, distancing and hurting.
#45 - Naked
- “Tell me anything, Hiruma - something, everything.”
#46 - Drive
- Hiruma sniggers and snaps some photos as he witnesses Agon’s fifth attempt to acquire a driving license and failing spectacularly at that.
#47 - Harm
- They reek of cheap alcohol and idiocy, grubby hands pawing at him with slurred invitations to midnight sexcapades - Hiruma’s already reaching for his shiny gun with an annoyed sigh but one look at Agon’s face and he knows there’s no need for firearms to deal with the nuisance.
#48 - Precious
- Agon rubs his raw knuckles in satisfaction and glares down at the half-comatose bunch of drunkards by his feet, sensing Hiruma’s gaze boring a hole into the back of his head because fuck, no one touches his property and get away with it.
#49 - Hunger
- It’s wrong, he knows that, but he doesn’t care anymore because once he has experienced that forbidden taste, it’s as if there is nothing more important than tasting it again, revelling in Hiruma’s moans and groans and pleas.
#50 - Believe
- Agon’s going for the major league, knows that he’ll be successful there because Hell, he’s Kongo fucking Agon and nothing can stop him; but sometimes, sometimes when he’s exchanging phone numbers with the next pretty thing in another one of those wild after-game parties, he wonders what could’ve happened if Hiruma had only asked him to stay - because if Hiruma did, he really would have stayed, he really would.
END
Crit is very much welcomed and loved!
Type: Fanfiction : Eyeshield 21.
Prompt: Idea taken from 1sentence, set Epsilon.
Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21. I forgot who own them. BUT THEY RULE.
Rating: R, for both of their respective mouthes. And please, brain bleach at hand, people.
Word Count: TOO LAZEEE. D:
Summary: A collection of one sentences for the love that is Agon and Hiruma. [ AgonHiru ]. One-shot.
Author's Note: Where is the AgonHiru?! THIS PAIRING DOES NOT FEEL THE LOVE, PPL. DOES NOT FEEL THE LOVE. D:< Well. It's like, ages, since I claimed this and now I've finally finished it. Some of the sentences are connected, most are not. Though, have fun! And feedbacks are like fuel to poor writers like me, remember that!
#01 - Motion
- Agon can see every single motion and react faster than others can even dream of, but he doesn’t realise when Hiruma whips out the machine gun and points the nuzzle at his nose - he must’ve been distracted when the spike-headed son of a bitch starts stripping.
#02 - Cool
- Hiruma raises an eyebrow, grins widely and says, “Dreadlocks are so last decade, fucktard.”
#03 - Young
- It’s a mixture of terror and downright hilarity to imagine Hiruma and Agon growing old together, with tons of demonic kids and white picket fence and suburban house and false teeth and machine-guns-turn-canes sticks - Hiruma appears out of nowhere and shoves a shotgun right into Monta’s mouth without much warning, daring the receiver to repeat what he had just so gleefully narrated to the team.
#04 - Last
- He’s catching up, he trying really hard to close the distance that three years being apart created, but when Agon sees the soft smiles Musashi directs at Hiruma (when the blonde ain’t looking, thanks the gods), he thinks that he has fallen too further behind.
#05 - Wrong
- “How does it feels to be defeated by a bunch of trash, eh?”
#06 - Gentle
- Agon grabs a handful of spiked golden hair and yanks back, smirking in triumph when Hiruma grunts in pain and proceeds to scatter biting kisses all across the exposed pale skin of Hiruma’s neck.
#07 - One
- The football jersey stays at the back of his closet, like a silent skeleton from the rapidly-disappearing past, and Hiruma reaches forward to trail a finger over the number on the jersey, too lost in memories to notice Agon’s entrance into their shared bedroom.
#08 - Thousand
- There is something decidedly annoying about the way other football players (like Kid, Shin, Sena etc etc) hang around Hiruma - like bees with a honey pot - and Agon has to fight the urge to throw the spindly blond on the nearest flat surface just to show them to whom that ass belongs to.
#09 - King
- Hiruma promptly kicks Agon in the balls when Agon loudly exclaims (to a mass of bewildered Shinryuji and Deimon Bats players) that yeah, Hiruma’s his bitch alright.
#10 - Learn
- Sena, Monta and the rest of the members have learnt to avoid the clubhouse whenever Agon comes for a visit (“Yo, trash, where’s that fuckin’ captain of yours?”) - the ‘Huh’ Brothers are still traumatised after opening the door to an unwanted sight of entangled naked limbs and Hiruma’s death glare.
#11 - Blur
- It’s ridiculous how even in the heat of a battle, amidst screams of encouragement and go go go that pound inside his veins like war drums, Agon can still look at the sideline, look at the sea of spectators and notices the flash of bright gold spikes that always makes him push harder, win faster.
#12 - Wait
- Hiruma stares at the ripped remnant of his shirt, eyes narrowing despite having Agon’s hands inside his pants and smacks the big asshole upside down, making a mental note to educate said asshole about the finer point of patience later.
#13 - Change
- Mamori calmly explains to a pissed off Agon that yes, non Devil Bats players are not allowed into the changing room and no, Hiruma-kun is not being molested by anyone so please get your ugly ass off the vicinity before I yell ‘rape’.
#14 - Command
- The bed creaks underneath their combined weight, and Agon presses down on Hiruma, a leash in his hand and a wicked smirk on his face.
#15 - Hold
- Never let go - promise me.
#16 - Need
- There’s only chants of now, now, now and you, just you, fuck inside his head when it comes to Agon - Hiruma tries to hide them behind a smirk, a harsh remark but Agon sees, hears them anyway.
#17 - Vision
- Agon leers appreciatively when Hiruma steps out of the bathroom, a low whistle rumbling inside the room as he takes in the sight of super-mini-super-tight vinyl skirt and ripped neon-green shirt against the perfect paleness of Hiruma’s skin.
#18 - Attention
- He has always been the centre of attention - the best in everything - and he likes it that way, loves the limelight as it loves him, but with Hiruma, Agon has learnt that absolute attention from the blonde always resulted in nasty, nasty plans that will somehow fuck him over in the end.
#19 - Soul
- It’s disgusting how the girls are twittering something about soul mates and fucking forever whenever they get/swarm around him, because those shit ain’t real - the only real thing to him right now is planning how to break into Hiruma’s apartment yet again and molest that skinny ass until kingdom’s come.
#20 - Picture
- Agon frowns when he sees Hiruma sitting on the couch, his schoolbook propped open between skinny legs and a marker pen decisively scribbling something onto one of the pages - he later finds out that all his pictures has been re-decorated with complimentary thick moustaches, scars and horrendous hairdos.
#21 - Fool
- “This can’t last forever and you know it.”
#22 - Mad
- Hiruma raises his eyebrow coolly, gestures at their empty refrigerator (sans bottles of beer and a jar of cocktail onions) and taps at the pink Post-It note on the fridge’s door, saying, “I thought you are responsible for grocery this week, hm?”
#23 - Child
- Swallowing the lump lodged inside his throat, Agon slowly abandons the couch and saunters into the kitchen - looking remarkably like a chastised school boy - as Hiruma waits for an excuse he doesn’t have.
#24 - Now
- He probably should’ve feel humiliated (or murderous, whichever) for being bossed around by a lanky quarterback (with tight ass and all that necessary trimmings), but Agon is too preoccupied in being scared for his life, because shitdammit, that shotgun’s fucking loaded, for fuck’s sake!
#25 - Shadow
- It’s hard for Monta to acknowledge what he’s seeing, because really, it’s freaking creepy to see Kongo Agon following Hiruma-senpai into a supermarket, holding grocery bags and looking so frightfully domesticated that it’s retarded.
#26 - Goodbye
- Agon scans the crowd for any sign of golden spike, demonic grin or lanky limbs, even for the telltale ominous aura that signals a certain quarterback’s presence but there is nothing nothing nothing (fuckgoddammit) and he grits his teeth, shrugs off Unsui and whoever-the-fuck’s well wishes and steps into the waiting train, into his future with an American team without a backward glance.
#27 - Hide
- Hiruma knows Agon’s looking, knows he should be there among the adoring crowd - at least to throw in some characteristic snarky comments and/or the customary death threats - but he doesn’t feel like it, doesn’t feel like saying anything because all he really wants to do is to tell Agon to stay.
#28 - Fortune
- He stinks of the green notes nowadays, stinks of cold, expensive jewelleries (his blings, dammit, not jewelleries!) and rolling with the other stinky rich-bags, although all he wants to have is a demonic once-quarterback-but-now-must-be-a-mafia-boss blonde that all the money in the world can’t possibly buy.
#29 - Safe
- It’s a dishonest game they’re playing, where the rules are lies and truths are a rarity, but when they lie on the bed together, tangled in a sea of blankets and warm breaths, that is their personal haven, an escape from real world and hypocritical expectations.
#30 - Ghost
- Hiruma still sees phantoms; on his bed, in his kitchen, on his couch and messing with his weapons collection; he sees a person that is no more there, sees a disarray of dreadlocks and arrogant smirks and sharp eyes.
#31 - Book
- They are just words on pages, bold script narrating events that none will believe to be true but his most loyal of fans (because they’re just bullshit anyway), but Agon knows, he knows that Hiruma will get his autobiography (and that’s not just his ego talking) and sees the unwritten words between each lines, unwritten words for the blonde and the blonde only.
#32 - Eye
- Hiruma snorts as he glances at the gay-as-Hell cover page (really now, sparkly studs?) and sifts through the first few pages (credits, ass-kissery, yadda yadda), but his eyes halt at the scrawled kanji at the beginning of the first chapter and bites his lower lip; “ to the trash that won’t just die [ in my memory ] ”.
#33 - Never
- He knows that ‘forever’ is just a lie.
#34 - Sing
- The first time they celebrates Hiruma’s birthday together, the birthday boy is forced to duck tape Agon’s mouth after the Shinryuji player decides to belt out his own rendition of the Birthday Song, which somehow includes more vulgarity than what is necessary and appropriate.
#35 - Sudden
- When asked (by the ever lovable and oblivious Suzuna) how they get together, as freaky as it sounds coming from a petite girl with childish smiles, Hiruma merely shoulders his machinegun, kicks Agon’s shin and growls something about ‘too many drinks’ and ‘low alcohol tolerance’.
#36 - Stop
- “We can’t do this… not anymore.”
#37 - Time
- “We have years of mindless sex to catch up to, so hurry the fuck up with the luggage, will you?”
#38 - Wash
- There’s a bitter taste at the back of his mouth, bile rising in his throat and Agon chokes them back, washes them down with a bottle of Jack Daniels as his hands crumple the returned plane ticket, posted all the way from Japan with a simple note; “Don’t bother, fucktard.”.
#39 - Torn
- The plane ticket lays forgotten on the kitchen counter besides the congratulatory letter from University M, and Hiruma take quick gulps from his can of cold beer, carefully weighing the choice between the face from his dreams (nightmares, really) and going professional because this is a gamble he doesn’t want to lose.
#40 - History
- Three years and they have both changed - for the better and for the worse - but if there’s one thing that remains the same, it’s the loath and fury and lust that they feel towards each other.
#41 - Power
- The rope holds fast, even against the getting-to-be-really-annoying-in-record-time struggles from Hiruma and Agon sneers, pressing down onto the bound (unwilling) body underneath him to show Hiruma that bondage can be fun, given proper equipments and situation.
#42 - Bother
- “Goddammit, Unsui! Knock before ya fuckin’ enter!”
#43 - God
- Unsui has never prayed so hard for forgiveness and super powerful brain bleach as the day he stumbles into his twin’s bedroom (with the intention of inviting the asshole to a steamboat party nonetheless!) only to get an eyeful of very naked, very aroused Hiruma, tied down to the bed with a leering Agon hovering over the cursing blonde.
#44 - Wall
- There are lies and half truths and unspoken words between them, like infinite chasms, like endless sea… separating, distancing and hurting.
#45 - Naked
- “Tell me anything, Hiruma - something, everything.”
#46 - Drive
- Hiruma sniggers and snaps some photos as he witnesses Agon’s fifth attempt to acquire a driving license and failing spectacularly at that.
#47 - Harm
- They reek of cheap alcohol and idiocy, grubby hands pawing at him with slurred invitations to midnight sexcapades - Hiruma’s already reaching for his shiny gun with an annoyed sigh but one look at Agon’s face and he knows there’s no need for firearms to deal with the nuisance.
#48 - Precious
- Agon rubs his raw knuckles in satisfaction and glares down at the half-comatose bunch of drunkards by his feet, sensing Hiruma’s gaze boring a hole into the back of his head because fuck, no one touches his property and get away with it.
#49 - Hunger
- It’s wrong, he knows that, but he doesn’t care anymore because once he has experienced that forbidden taste, it’s as if there is nothing more important than tasting it again, revelling in Hiruma’s moans and groans and pleas.
#50 - Believe
- Agon’s going for the major league, knows that he’ll be successful there because Hell, he’s Kongo fucking Agon and nothing can stop him; but sometimes, sometimes when he’s exchanging phone numbers with the next pretty thing in another one of those wild after-game parties, he wonders what could’ve happened if Hiruma had only asked him to stay - because if Hiruma did, he really would have stayed, he really would.
END
Crit is very much welcomed and loved!