Resolutions (Part 5)
Title: Part 5: 12:00 (Better Late Than Never)
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Characters: Hiruma/Mamori
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Maybe spoilers if you aren't up to current chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21 or it characters.
She mentally went over everything again in her mind. 20 minutes was a quick change for her, but she didn’t want to miss the midnight toast at the party, nor did she want to irritate her companion. She patted her hair making sure it was secure, and licked her teeth, remembering them she had brushed them twice really quickly. She was the most proud of her dress, and gave herself a mental complement that she had great taste in clothes.
She had bought it specifically for this party, while out shopping in Japan. The moment she saw it, she knew she had to have it. Not only because it was gorgeous, but because it reminded her of dazzling shiny jade green eyes that used to hypnotize her into doing things she normally would not do. It seemed almost serendipitous that this gorgeous dress was now in the presence of those dazzling eyes.
They had remained in a silence reminiscent of their old days together as they rode back down in the elevator to the waiting limo outside the building. It was a silence that she always felt necessary to fill, but chose not to, because she could never tell if he was enjoying the silence, or not. Her stance had always been not to try and bother him. When he became irritated, which easily happened, it always seemed to spark an argument between them. Although, she never regretted losing herself in the moment of it all, once they got into the limo, she decided to break the silence to make herself more comfortable instead.
“So what are you doing with yourself these days?” She asked half heartedly as she watched Hiruma pour himself a drink while the limo moved along the snowy roads.
“Eh?” He lifted an eyebrow over his glass, and she was instantly embarrassed.
“I mean, what line of work are you in?”
“Weapons manufacturing.”
“I see,” and it was clear to her that their conversation was slated to go nowhere so she decided to drop it, and enjoy the silence.
She watched the snow fall outside their window as they travelled along, and reminisced a bit about the snowy day of victory so long ago. They were just kids then, and yet they seemed to know exactly what the other was thinking. Their wordless communication, their sign language could never be broken. Not even by the smartest minds on the strongest team. She had once felt so close to him that she could anticipate his every move. It was true how years made distances longer and harder to overcome.
“It looks like we are going to have to stop here, sir,” the limo driver’s voice had jarred her out of her thoughts. “Traffic is a mess, and the roads are blocked to the hotel. I’m sorry.”
“Then I guess we’ll just have to walk the rest of the way,” Hiruma’s nonchalant response startled her and she threw him a worried look.
“How far are we away?
“About five blocks.”
“Five blocks! I can’t walk that far in these shoes!” Was he insane? Strappy heeled sandals and snow did not mix! She had not even considered the possibility that they may be walking to their destination in the snow, so she had not even thought about bringing a change of shoes with her.
“It’ll be fine, Anezaki. Come on,” he replied as he opened the limo door and got out before her.
He had called her by her name. The first time she had heard him say it in years, and it gave her butterflies as it rolled off his tongue. She felt entranced and would have followed him anywhere at that moment, so she followed him out of the car, and onto the snowy pavement.
What began easily enough slowly began to turn into a complete nightmare as they trudged along the sidewalk. They were moving faster than the traffic on the blocked street, but her small feet were becoming colder by the minute. Hiruma was walking a few feet ahead of her and thankfully was unaware of her discomfort. Anytime he glanced back with an irritated glare that asked “Why are you walking so slow,” she replied with a smile that said “Everything is fine.”
Her tired sigh as they turned a corner and came face to face with the throng of New Year’s revelers gave her away. Hiruma stopped dead in his tracks, and gave her an unreadable expression. Her curious eyes met his for a moment as she pondered what he might be thinking. Then he took off his scarf as he came towards her, and bending down on one knee, he wrapped the heavy silk scarf around her freezing cold feet.
She bit back a laugh. “How is that supposed to hel…ahh!” Without warning, he lifted her up in his arms and began carrying her the rest of the way.
She didn’t say a word as she held on tight to his neck, and they glided along. The crowd got thicker as they got nearer to their Times Square destination. It was then that she saw the large clock reading 11:59 and panicked. Of course they were late. Later than either of them had ever expected, but now it looked as though they were going to be late for New Year’s. She immediately regretted the groan she let escape her mouth, because he turned to glare at her.
“What’s the fucking problem now?” He bit out, and she realized how ungrateful she must have seemed. Being carried so gentlemanly by someone, and groaning grumpily as if being carried was an inconvenience to her.
She smiled brightly to reassure him, then turned look towards the happy crowds. “It’s just that…we’re about to miss the big moment,”
In an instant, he turned, and guided them through the sea of people in the street. Packed closely together, he sat her down on her feet just as the ball began to drop, and the crowd began to chant. Mamori picked up on the crowd’s excitement, and began to chant the countdown with them. It wasn’t a champagne toast, but it was better than nothing, and surprisingly she was happy to be sharing it with her unlikely companion. Even if he stood there motionless and grumpy by her side.
The clock struck midnight, the ball dropped, and streamers flew into the air. The roar of the crowd was deafening as people pushed together cheering and hugging. She turned to wish Hiruma a Happy New Year, but the dark brooding look on his face, told her to do otherwise. Instead, she let out a loud cheer with the crowd, secretly wishing she could jump up and wrap her arms tightly around the former Devil Bat captain. As she looked around smilingly at the other strangers surrounded her, and wished them a Happy New Year, a familiar New Years phenomenon began to manifest itself around them. People were spontaneously kissing. Some were short and sweet pecks between friends, and others were long savory kisses between lovers.
She felt a sharp tug at on her arm, and turned her head to meet the waiting warm lips of that former Devil Bat captain she had been waiting so desperately to kiss her since their hands brushed together at the airport. As he pulled her fully into his arms, their kiss deepened, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She was absently aware that his scarf was still wrapped around her feet; the only things preventing her from tipping over were the crowd, and his warm chest.
He broke the kiss first, looking down on her with soft dazzling jade green eyes “Happy New Year, Mamori,” he said softly as he held her gaze for an instant.
"What took you so long?” she replied as a she became teary, and threw her arms around his neck like she had wanted to the moment the ball dropped. She heard his familiar cackle as she buried her face into his shoulder. 2009 was shaping up to be a very good year.
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Characters: Hiruma/Mamori
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Maybe spoilers if you aren't up to current chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21 or it characters.
She mentally went over everything again in her mind. 20 minutes was a quick change for her, but she didn’t want to miss the midnight toast at the party, nor did she want to irritate her companion. She patted her hair making sure it was secure, and licked her teeth, remembering them she had brushed them twice really quickly. She was the most proud of her dress, and gave herself a mental complement that she had great taste in clothes.
She had bought it specifically for this party, while out shopping in Japan. The moment she saw it, she knew she had to have it. Not only because it was gorgeous, but because it reminded her of dazzling shiny jade green eyes that used to hypnotize her into doing things she normally would not do. It seemed almost serendipitous that this gorgeous dress was now in the presence of those dazzling eyes.
They had remained in a silence reminiscent of their old days together as they rode back down in the elevator to the waiting limo outside the building. It was a silence that she always felt necessary to fill, but chose not to, because she could never tell if he was enjoying the silence, or not. Her stance had always been not to try and bother him. When he became irritated, which easily happened, it always seemed to spark an argument between them. Although, she never regretted losing herself in the moment of it all, once they got into the limo, she decided to break the silence to make herself more comfortable instead.
“So what are you doing with yourself these days?” She asked half heartedly as she watched Hiruma pour himself a drink while the limo moved along the snowy roads.
“Eh?” He lifted an eyebrow over his glass, and she was instantly embarrassed.
“I mean, what line of work are you in?”
“Weapons manufacturing.”
“I see,” and it was clear to her that their conversation was slated to go nowhere so she decided to drop it, and enjoy the silence.
She watched the snow fall outside their window as they travelled along, and reminisced a bit about the snowy day of victory so long ago. They were just kids then, and yet they seemed to know exactly what the other was thinking. Their wordless communication, their sign language could never be broken. Not even by the smartest minds on the strongest team. She had once felt so close to him that she could anticipate his every move. It was true how years made distances longer and harder to overcome.
“It looks like we are going to have to stop here, sir,” the limo driver’s voice had jarred her out of her thoughts. “Traffic is a mess, and the roads are blocked to the hotel. I’m sorry.”
“Then I guess we’ll just have to walk the rest of the way,” Hiruma’s nonchalant response startled her and she threw him a worried look.
“How far are we away?
“About five blocks.”
“Five blocks! I can’t walk that far in these shoes!” Was he insane? Strappy heeled sandals and snow did not mix! She had not even considered the possibility that they may be walking to their destination in the snow, so she had not even thought about bringing a change of shoes with her.
“It’ll be fine, Anezaki. Come on,” he replied as he opened the limo door and got out before her.
He had called her by her name. The first time she had heard him say it in years, and it gave her butterflies as it rolled off his tongue. She felt entranced and would have followed him anywhere at that moment, so she followed him out of the car, and onto the snowy pavement.
What began easily enough slowly began to turn into a complete nightmare as they trudged along the sidewalk. They were moving faster than the traffic on the blocked street, but her small feet were becoming colder by the minute. Hiruma was walking a few feet ahead of her and thankfully was unaware of her discomfort. Anytime he glanced back with an irritated glare that asked “Why are you walking so slow,” she replied with a smile that said “Everything is fine.”
Her tired sigh as they turned a corner and came face to face with the throng of New Year’s revelers gave her away. Hiruma stopped dead in his tracks, and gave her an unreadable expression. Her curious eyes met his for a moment as she pondered what he might be thinking. Then he took off his scarf as he came towards her, and bending down on one knee, he wrapped the heavy silk scarf around her freezing cold feet.
She bit back a laugh. “How is that supposed to hel…ahh!” Without warning, he lifted her up in his arms and began carrying her the rest of the way.
She didn’t say a word as she held on tight to his neck, and they glided along. The crowd got thicker as they got nearer to their Times Square destination. It was then that she saw the large clock reading 11:59 and panicked. Of course they were late. Later than either of them had ever expected, but now it looked as though they were going to be late for New Year’s. She immediately regretted the groan she let escape her mouth, because he turned to glare at her.
“What’s the fucking problem now?” He bit out, and she realized how ungrateful she must have seemed. Being carried so gentlemanly by someone, and groaning grumpily as if being carried was an inconvenience to her.
She smiled brightly to reassure him, then turned look towards the happy crowds. “It’s just that…we’re about to miss the big moment,”
In an instant, he turned, and guided them through the sea of people in the street. Packed closely together, he sat her down on her feet just as the ball began to drop, and the crowd began to chant. Mamori picked up on the crowd’s excitement, and began to chant the countdown with them. It wasn’t a champagne toast, but it was better than nothing, and surprisingly she was happy to be sharing it with her unlikely companion. Even if he stood there motionless and grumpy by her side.
The clock struck midnight, the ball dropped, and streamers flew into the air. The roar of the crowd was deafening as people pushed together cheering and hugging. She turned to wish Hiruma a Happy New Year, but the dark brooding look on his face, told her to do otherwise. Instead, she let out a loud cheer with the crowd, secretly wishing she could jump up and wrap her arms tightly around the former Devil Bat captain. As she looked around smilingly at the other strangers surrounded her, and wished them a Happy New Year, a familiar New Years phenomenon began to manifest itself around them. People were spontaneously kissing. Some were short and sweet pecks between friends, and others were long savory kisses between lovers.
She felt a sharp tug at on her arm, and turned her head to meet the waiting warm lips of that former Devil Bat captain she had been waiting so desperately to kiss her since their hands brushed together at the airport. As he pulled her fully into his arms, their kiss deepened, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She was absently aware that his scarf was still wrapped around her feet; the only things preventing her from tipping over were the crowd, and his warm chest.
He broke the kiss first, looking down on her with soft dazzling jade green eyes “Happy New Year, Mamori,” he said softly as he held her gaze for an instant.
"What took you so long?” she replied as a she became teary, and threw her arms around his neck like she had wanted to the moment the ball dropped. She heard his familiar cackle as she buried her face into his shoulder. 2009 was shaping up to be a very good year.