Drive Me Crazy (Eyeshield 21, HirumaMamori, #26 - If Only I Could Make You Mine)
Theme 26: If Only I Could Make You Mine
Hiruma x Mamori
It’s tough to realize your first weakness. It’s like getting punched in the jaw, and then getting kneed in the stomach. The only difference is that you feel it a lot longer.
“Mamori, have you seen the newspaper?” Sena asked Mamori. “I want to look at the standings for the spring tournament again.”
“It’s in the fifth drawer down Sena,” Mamori said, pointing to the back drawers. “Do you want some help finding it?”
“No, I’m fine,” Sena smiled.
“I’ll help anyway,” Mamori said, standing up and going over to the back drawer. I watched her go, some sort of anger welling up within me. Damn manager.
I hate to watch her walk, to watch her talk, to watch her do anything in my presence. She might as well be hitting my shins with shovels. Damn manager, she’s so dense she doesn’t get what she does to me.
I don’t know when it started. This horrible feeling that churns in my stomach every time I see her attending to the damn pipsqueak, or when I see her cheering on that damn monkey.
“Mamori! Did you see that maxi-catch?!” Monta asked, jumping into the air and putting on that same stupid grin.
“Great job! Keep going!” Mamori warned Monta, but it was too late. Komusubi had already tackled him, making him cry tears of humiliation. “That’s all right! You can do it Monta!”
God damn it. Can’t she just shut up? Her voice drives me crazy. But I think I’ve finally figured out why. Why I want her to disappear off the face of the planet.
Because I can’t have her.
“Hey Mamori! I can help you pass out recruitment fliers!” said Yamaoka to Mamori, running up to her the hall. Satake wasn’t far behind him.
“I can help too Mamori!” he said. “I can pass them out to my homeroom! I bet there would be lots of guys interested in the team!”
“Oh, thanks,” Mamori smiled warmly. “But I can handle it. Thanks anyway!”
“You sure Mamori?” Yamaoka asked. “It would be our pleasure.”
“Damn manager, get back to work!” I snapped, strutting up to the three of them, making my presence known.
“Don’t speak to me that way,” Mamori said. “And I was just going.” With that, she turned around and began to walk away, my eyes following every step she took down the hall.
I want her. I want to lock her up in a room and keep her all to myself. I want to kiss her, and hold her, and do her with hot and heavy passion. She drives me absolutely crazy because I know that my fantasy is all that it is: a fantasy. I can’t have her. I’ll never be able to get her.
Damn manager…
If only I could make you mine.
Hiruma x Mamori
It’s tough to realize your first weakness. It’s like getting punched in the jaw, and then getting kneed in the stomach. The only difference is that you feel it a lot longer.
“Mamori, have you seen the newspaper?” Sena asked Mamori. “I want to look at the standings for the spring tournament again.”
“It’s in the fifth drawer down Sena,” Mamori said, pointing to the back drawers. “Do you want some help finding it?”
“No, I’m fine,” Sena smiled.
“I’ll help anyway,” Mamori said, standing up and going over to the back drawer. I watched her go, some sort of anger welling up within me. Damn manager.
I hate to watch her walk, to watch her talk, to watch her do anything in my presence. She might as well be hitting my shins with shovels. Damn manager, she’s so dense she doesn’t get what she does to me.
I don’t know when it started. This horrible feeling that churns in my stomach every time I see her attending to the damn pipsqueak, or when I see her cheering on that damn monkey.
“Mamori! Did you see that maxi-catch?!” Monta asked, jumping into the air and putting on that same stupid grin.
“Great job! Keep going!” Mamori warned Monta, but it was too late. Komusubi had already tackled him, making him cry tears of humiliation. “That’s all right! You can do it Monta!”
God damn it. Can’t she just shut up? Her voice drives me crazy. But I think I’ve finally figured out why. Why I want her to disappear off the face of the planet.
Because I can’t have her.
“Hey Mamori! I can help you pass out recruitment fliers!” said Yamaoka to Mamori, running up to her the hall. Satake wasn’t far behind him.
“I can help too Mamori!” he said. “I can pass them out to my homeroom! I bet there would be lots of guys interested in the team!”
“Oh, thanks,” Mamori smiled warmly. “But I can handle it. Thanks anyway!”
“You sure Mamori?” Yamaoka asked. “It would be our pleasure.”
“Damn manager, get back to work!” I snapped, strutting up to the three of them, making my presence known.
“Don’t speak to me that way,” Mamori said. “And I was just going.” With that, she turned around and began to walk away, my eyes following every step she took down the hall.
I want her. I want to lock her up in a room and keep her all to myself. I want to kiss her, and hold her, and do her with hot and heavy passion. She drives me absolutely crazy because I know that my fantasy is all that it is: a fantasy. I can’t have her. I’ll never be able to get her.
Damn manager…
If only I could make you mine.