[One Shot] Brooms and Bets
Title: Brooms and Bets
Rating: K
Word Count: 1,629
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters used here. They belong to their respective owners, namely the creators of Eyeshield 21.
Summary: After defeating Hakushuu Dinosaurs, Hiruma is all set to face the Christmas Bowl. But Mamori still hasn't gotten over how Hiruma had used that long forgotten bet that kept her from stopping him playing despite his fracture. So he decides a little challenge is in order...
Notes: If I think about it, it's been a while since I wrote Hiruma and Mamori when they're in Deimon. Been writing a lot of HiruMamo when they're in Saikyoudai, so the sudden change made me scrap my initial idea for this fic and I had to rewrite it to get them right.
Written for the "Sports" prompt for hiruma_x_mamori, I got the idea for this after a short brainstorming session with moodylollipop who asked me if Mamori was every a "Sporty" person. I explained to her the various scenes where you do see Mamori play, and so the idea came from that. My initial idea was a little more melancholic as I focused quite a bit on Hiruma's fracture. But in this new version, I decided to remove all that drama and keep it to just Hiruma and Mamori bantering with each other, something that I missed and loved about this pairing. I hope you'll enjoy it though! ^^
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Hiruma walked slowly towards the Deimon Devil Bats clubhouse, his right arm stuck in a thick cast, hanging by the front of his chest. He had finally been discharged from the hospital after their game against the Hakushuu Dinosaurs, and it was tempting not to throw out some blackmail material at the doctors to get him out faster. But everyone in the Football Team insisted Hiruma took his time to recover. And so he stayed there for 3 long days before deciding he had enough and that he had to get out.
Finally reaching the clubhouse, he opened it to find Anezaki Mamori, the club manager sweeping the floor with that broom she seemed strangely fond of. The moment the door slid open, Mamori turned and gasped at the sight of him. “Hiruma-kun! What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you still be in the hospital?”
“Taken enough rest already,” he said flatly. “Gotta prepare the fucking team for our biggest challenge to come… The Christmas Bowl.”
Mamori put the broom aside, walked towards him and forced him to sit on one of the chairs nearby. “Really, the team will be all right. You already gave me instructions for things to prepare and it’s all done. If you ever had more instructions, you know you could pass it to me and I can handle it.”
“No can do, Fucking Manager,” said Hiruma, secretly thankful for the rest as his arm was beginning to throb. “I have big plans in mind and I have no intention on just sitting back.”
Mamori frowned deeply, but didn’t fight back. Not only was it pointless to order around the Devil Quarterback, but since she had lost that bet back at the Hakushuu Dinosaurs game, she knew he merely had to bring it up to silence her. Resigned to just accept that Hiruma was still keen to move around despite his fracture, she picked her broom back up and continued sweeping, with a little more vigour than usual.
Hiruma knew Mamori must have still felt bitter about that bet, judging by her silence. He knew it was a big risk, bringing up that bet again after many, many months of leaving it hanging and forgotten. But he needed to do it to ensure they got through to the Christmas Bowl. And since they did, Mamori could not say he made a mistake. Although he can't deny that she was still worried about his fracture, being the first to literally drag him, with Musashi driving, to the nearest hospital.
Curious to see how far he could push her on this, as well as figure her out more, he decided to do one of the few things he was good at doing. Provoking. “Careful with that broom, Fucking Manager. You’re sweeping so hard that you could literally swing it out of your hands.”
Mamori glared back at him. “I have you know I handle this broom just fine, Hiruma-kun,” she said with a light tone of annoyance.
“I bet you do,” he grinned, leaning back against the chair a little more. “Pretty much did a homerun using that broom back at the Tokyo Dome, didn’t you?”
Mamori paused for a moment to figure out what Hiruma meant when the memory of all of them playing baseball just before the game returned to her. She frowned. “It wasn’t a homerun!”
Hiruma pretended to think for a moment. “Oh yeah, it wasn’t. But you sure knew how to use that broom! You even helped ‘clear’ the way to first base with it!”
Mamori was now fuming as Hiruma cackled gleefully at the memory of Mamori sweeping towards first base instead of running. Hands on her hips, the broom still tangled between her right fingers, she cried out, “Well, that’s what brooms are for isn’t it! Stop laughing, Hiruma-kun! It isn’t funny!”
Hiruma wiped a tear out of his left eye, the wicked grin still planted on his face. “You’d make an amazing sports woman, Fucking Manager. As long as all the games require brooms, you’d probably ‘sweep’ the entire field clean to a win!”
She crossed her arms now, looking defiant. “Just because you saw me play baseball with a broom, and because you always see me with a broom sweeping, you automatically think I’m only good at games that require me to hold it?” She walked up to him, each step as heavy as the next. “Did you forget that I played beach football back in California? Was there even a broom nearby?”
“Hmm…” Hiruma pondered, though his face was obviously mocking Mamori. “You’re right. You didn’t use a broom. But the Fucking Pipsqueak was there, wasn’t he? Isn’t that how you scored some of the goals?”
Mamori turned red as Hiruma had obviously pointed out how Mamori was even able to score at the time. “They were bullying Sena! And you know how I am when someone bullies him!”
Hiruma cackled gleefully. “So that’s your success formula in a game, eh, Fucking Manager? Maybe I should train you too so that you can do a lot more with just that fucking broom alone. No Fucking Pipsqueak to be your little aide to success!”
Mamori held the broom out before her, jabbing it on the floor with annoyance, her blue eyes glaring right into his green eyes and said, “Oh, this broom can do a lot more than you think, Hiruma-kun. After all, you can shoot at me as much as you want and not a single bullet would touch me.”
Hiruma was about to retort that he uses fucking rubber bullets, but he had to admit, it takes talent to be able to take ALL his bullets. With this in mind, he grinned. “You got me on that one,” he admitted as he thought about what she said more. “Well, isn’t that interesting…”
Mamori blinked, already confused by Hiruma’s sudden acceptance of defeat in that angle. “What’s interesting?”
“Looking back, there’s always been a game between you and me, isn’t it?” Hiruma pointed out. “And if I think about it, you’ve been winning quite a bit in that department.”
Mamori stared at him, her mouth dropping a little as he stared confidently back, curious to see her reaction. She merely held the broom closer to her and continued sweeping as she said, “But I don’t always win.”
“Just like in every sports, you don’t always win, Fucking Manager,” said Hiruma, sneering a little. “But what you could do, is to take your revenge, and fight to win once more.”
Mamori stopped sweeping and slowly turned to look at Hiruma, a look of total disbelief painted on her face. “Is that… a challenge?”
“Take it however you want it, Fucking Manager,” said Hiruma, leaning back against the chair once more. “I’ll look forward to our next little ‘game’.”
Mamori resisted the urge to laugh. It was so typical of Hiruma to take everything as a challenge. As much as it was annoying at times, Mamori had to admit… This was one challenge she didn’t mind taking on. “Very well, then,” she simply said, smiling as she finished off sweeping the clubroom.
Hiruma grinned, hiding the fact that he was secretly glad that Mamori was back to her usual self, and that she wasn’t going to take every crap he’d throw at her. It wouldn’t be the Fucking Manager without it. Deciding it was time to change the topic, he said, “Did you book the ship?”
Mamori nodded, remembering that they were celebrating their win, as well as them finally being in the Christmas Bowl, tonight. “Got all the tuxedos and dresses ready… just waiting for everyone to get in and get ready.”
“You got everything else prepared, right?”
Tying up the garbage bag and putting it aside, she said, “You mean your entertainment plans? It’s all set.”
“Good,” he said, knowing for sure that Mamori had everything prepared. Then another thought crossed his mind as their earlier conversation resurfaced, and his grin grew even wider. “Fucking Manager…” he said.
Mamori looked at him and crossed her arms. “Don’t tell me you have more planned for tonight?”
Hiruma cackled. “Oh, just one more little game I thought I’d throw in.”
“Game?” went Mamori, confused by Hiruma’s sudden burst of glee.
“Yeah, a game that you would love tremendously… Though you’d probably have to worry about your weight for this one.”
Mamori’s eyes were now fixated on Hiruma. “My… weight?”
“Fucking Manager,” said Hiruma as he reached into his left pocket and tossed his phone towards her. Mamori caught it easily as she came to sit next to him. “Call Kariya. Make an order for as many creampuffs as you want. Tonight, let’s put you in a sport that you’re really good at. No brooms, no Fucking Pipsqueak. Although the Fucking Fatty would gladly join you.”
Mamori almost dropped the phone in shock. She stared at the phone, then back at Hiruma. Then she smiled, waving the phone and said, “All right then. So this ‘game’ of yours that you had in mind… if I win, can we cancel your last win out?”
Hiruma cackled, leaning forward towards Mamori with a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Fine then. And if you lose… the win stays. I must warn you, the Fucking Fatty can sure eat.”
“I won’t lose when it comes to creampuffs!” huffed Mamori, as she hurriedly dialed the number for Kariya. Hiruma watched as she made an order for over a hundred creampuffs. Musing to himself, he concluded that even though American Football was his most favourite sport of all, Anezaki Mamori sure comes close in a different kind of game. And it looks like he’ll be having a lot of fun as long as she’s around.
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Extra Notes: How many of you remembered that during their celebrations on the ship there was a creampuff eating competition on board? XD I really hope you enjoyed this though!
Rating: K
Word Count: 1,629
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters used here. They belong to their respective owners, namely the creators of Eyeshield 21.
Summary: After defeating Hakushuu Dinosaurs, Hiruma is all set to face the Christmas Bowl. But Mamori still hasn't gotten over how Hiruma had used that long forgotten bet that kept her from stopping him playing despite his fracture. So he decides a little challenge is in order...
Notes: If I think about it, it's been a while since I wrote Hiruma and Mamori when they're in Deimon. Been writing a lot of HiruMamo when they're in Saikyoudai, so the sudden change made me scrap my initial idea for this fic and I had to rewrite it to get them right.
Written for the "Sports" prompt for hiruma_x_mamori, I got the idea for this after a short brainstorming session with moodylollipop who asked me if Mamori was every a "Sporty" person. I explained to her the various scenes where you do see Mamori play, and so the idea came from that. My initial idea was a little more melancholic as I focused quite a bit on Hiruma's fracture. But in this new version, I decided to remove all that drama and keep it to just Hiruma and Mamori bantering with each other, something that I missed and loved about this pairing. I hope you'll enjoy it though! ^^
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Hiruma walked slowly towards the Deimon Devil Bats clubhouse, his right arm stuck in a thick cast, hanging by the front of his chest. He had finally been discharged from the hospital after their game against the Hakushuu Dinosaurs, and it was tempting not to throw out some blackmail material at the doctors to get him out faster. But everyone in the Football Team insisted Hiruma took his time to recover. And so he stayed there for 3 long days before deciding he had enough and that he had to get out.
Finally reaching the clubhouse, he opened it to find Anezaki Mamori, the club manager sweeping the floor with that broom she seemed strangely fond of. The moment the door slid open, Mamori turned and gasped at the sight of him. “Hiruma-kun! What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you still be in the hospital?”
“Taken enough rest already,” he said flatly. “Gotta prepare the fucking team for our biggest challenge to come… The Christmas Bowl.”
Mamori put the broom aside, walked towards him and forced him to sit on one of the chairs nearby. “Really, the team will be all right. You already gave me instructions for things to prepare and it’s all done. If you ever had more instructions, you know you could pass it to me and I can handle it.”
“No can do, Fucking Manager,” said Hiruma, secretly thankful for the rest as his arm was beginning to throb. “I have big plans in mind and I have no intention on just sitting back.”
Mamori frowned deeply, but didn’t fight back. Not only was it pointless to order around the Devil Quarterback, but since she had lost that bet back at the Hakushuu Dinosaurs game, she knew he merely had to bring it up to silence her. Resigned to just accept that Hiruma was still keen to move around despite his fracture, she picked her broom back up and continued sweeping, with a little more vigour than usual.
Hiruma knew Mamori must have still felt bitter about that bet, judging by her silence. He knew it was a big risk, bringing up that bet again after many, many months of leaving it hanging and forgotten. But he needed to do it to ensure they got through to the Christmas Bowl. And since they did, Mamori could not say he made a mistake. Although he can't deny that she was still worried about his fracture, being the first to literally drag him, with Musashi driving, to the nearest hospital.
Curious to see how far he could push her on this, as well as figure her out more, he decided to do one of the few things he was good at doing. Provoking. “Careful with that broom, Fucking Manager. You’re sweeping so hard that you could literally swing it out of your hands.”
Mamori glared back at him. “I have you know I handle this broom just fine, Hiruma-kun,” she said with a light tone of annoyance.
“I bet you do,” he grinned, leaning back against the chair a little more. “Pretty much did a homerun using that broom back at the Tokyo Dome, didn’t you?”
Mamori paused for a moment to figure out what Hiruma meant when the memory of all of them playing baseball just before the game returned to her. She frowned. “It wasn’t a homerun!”
Hiruma pretended to think for a moment. “Oh yeah, it wasn’t. But you sure knew how to use that broom! You even helped ‘clear’ the way to first base with it!”
Mamori was now fuming as Hiruma cackled gleefully at the memory of Mamori sweeping towards first base instead of running. Hands on her hips, the broom still tangled between her right fingers, she cried out, “Well, that’s what brooms are for isn’t it! Stop laughing, Hiruma-kun! It isn’t funny!”
Hiruma wiped a tear out of his left eye, the wicked grin still planted on his face. “You’d make an amazing sports woman, Fucking Manager. As long as all the games require brooms, you’d probably ‘sweep’ the entire field clean to a win!”
She crossed her arms now, looking defiant. “Just because you saw me play baseball with a broom, and because you always see me with a broom sweeping, you automatically think I’m only good at games that require me to hold it?” She walked up to him, each step as heavy as the next. “Did you forget that I played beach football back in California? Was there even a broom nearby?”
“Hmm…” Hiruma pondered, though his face was obviously mocking Mamori. “You’re right. You didn’t use a broom. But the Fucking Pipsqueak was there, wasn’t he? Isn’t that how you scored some of the goals?”
Mamori turned red as Hiruma had obviously pointed out how Mamori was even able to score at the time. “They were bullying Sena! And you know how I am when someone bullies him!”
Hiruma cackled gleefully. “So that’s your success formula in a game, eh, Fucking Manager? Maybe I should train you too so that you can do a lot more with just that fucking broom alone. No Fucking Pipsqueak to be your little aide to success!”
Mamori held the broom out before her, jabbing it on the floor with annoyance, her blue eyes glaring right into his green eyes and said, “Oh, this broom can do a lot more than you think, Hiruma-kun. After all, you can shoot at me as much as you want and not a single bullet would touch me.”
Hiruma was about to retort that he uses fucking rubber bullets, but he had to admit, it takes talent to be able to take ALL his bullets. With this in mind, he grinned. “You got me on that one,” he admitted as he thought about what she said more. “Well, isn’t that interesting…”
Mamori blinked, already confused by Hiruma’s sudden acceptance of defeat in that angle. “What’s interesting?”
“Looking back, there’s always been a game between you and me, isn’t it?” Hiruma pointed out. “And if I think about it, you’ve been winning quite a bit in that department.”
Mamori stared at him, her mouth dropping a little as he stared confidently back, curious to see her reaction. She merely held the broom closer to her and continued sweeping as she said, “But I don’t always win.”
“Just like in every sports, you don’t always win, Fucking Manager,” said Hiruma, sneering a little. “But what you could do, is to take your revenge, and fight to win once more.”
Mamori stopped sweeping and slowly turned to look at Hiruma, a look of total disbelief painted on her face. “Is that… a challenge?”
“Take it however you want it, Fucking Manager,” said Hiruma, leaning back against the chair once more. “I’ll look forward to our next little ‘game’.”
Mamori resisted the urge to laugh. It was so typical of Hiruma to take everything as a challenge. As much as it was annoying at times, Mamori had to admit… This was one challenge she didn’t mind taking on. “Very well, then,” she simply said, smiling as she finished off sweeping the clubroom.
Hiruma grinned, hiding the fact that he was secretly glad that Mamori was back to her usual self, and that she wasn’t going to take every crap he’d throw at her. It wouldn’t be the Fucking Manager without it. Deciding it was time to change the topic, he said, “Did you book the ship?”
Mamori nodded, remembering that they were celebrating their win, as well as them finally being in the Christmas Bowl, tonight. “Got all the tuxedos and dresses ready… just waiting for everyone to get in and get ready.”
“You got everything else prepared, right?”
Tying up the garbage bag and putting it aside, she said, “You mean your entertainment plans? It’s all set.”
“Good,” he said, knowing for sure that Mamori had everything prepared. Then another thought crossed his mind as their earlier conversation resurfaced, and his grin grew even wider. “Fucking Manager…” he said.
Mamori looked at him and crossed her arms. “Don’t tell me you have more planned for tonight?”
Hiruma cackled. “Oh, just one more little game I thought I’d throw in.”
“Game?” went Mamori, confused by Hiruma’s sudden burst of glee.
“Yeah, a game that you would love tremendously… Though you’d probably have to worry about your weight for this one.”
Mamori’s eyes were now fixated on Hiruma. “My… weight?”
“Fucking Manager,” said Hiruma as he reached into his left pocket and tossed his phone towards her. Mamori caught it easily as she came to sit next to him. “Call Kariya. Make an order for as many creampuffs as you want. Tonight, let’s put you in a sport that you’re really good at. No brooms, no Fucking Pipsqueak. Although the Fucking Fatty would gladly join you.”
Mamori almost dropped the phone in shock. She stared at the phone, then back at Hiruma. Then she smiled, waving the phone and said, “All right then. So this ‘game’ of yours that you had in mind… if I win, can we cancel your last win out?”
Hiruma cackled, leaning forward towards Mamori with a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Fine then. And if you lose… the win stays. I must warn you, the Fucking Fatty can sure eat.”
“I won’t lose when it comes to creampuffs!” huffed Mamori, as she hurriedly dialed the number for Kariya. Hiruma watched as she made an order for over a hundred creampuffs. Musing to himself, he concluded that even though American Football was his most favourite sport of all, Anezaki Mamori sure comes close in a different kind of game. And it looks like he’ll be having a lot of fun as long as she’s around.
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Extra Notes: How many of you remembered that during their celebrations on the ship there was a creampuff eating competition on board? XD I really hope you enjoyed this though!