[One Shot] A Little Surprise
Title: A Little Surprise
Rating: K
Word Count: 1,939
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters used here. They belong to their respective owners, namely the creators of Eyeshield 21.
Summary: It's Mamori's birthday, and though there's work to be done, she's met with a few surprises along the way.
Notes: Argh! I'm a day late with this! My life has been insanely hectic lately, as not only did I have NaNoWriMo to worry about (which I won by the way... YAY!), but my work load had increased. Trying to juggle them all, together with some other stuff, has proven to be quite tough for me.
Anyways, I decided to do a mash up of hiruma_x_mamori's prompt "Work" together with the fact that it was Mamori's birthday about a week ago to celebrate. And this is what I came up with. Simple, silly fluff like cake with 0 nutrition. Hahahahaha! A big hug to moodylollipop who helped with the edits for this. Okay, I'll shut up now. It's really late but I do hope you guys enjoy it somehow!
~*~
“Happy birthday, Anezaki-sensei!”
Mamori almost jumped at the sudden and loud greeting, accompanied by loud party poppers. But soon, children around the age of 3 and 4 gathered around her knees excitedly as her colleague, Sayaka, held her birthday cake with both hand. The classroom was decorated with coloured streamers and balloons, and on the blackboard were the kids’ drawings and birthday wishes for Mamori.
Mamori stood awed by all this as the children pulled her to sit on one of the chairs. “Sensei! Sensei!” they cheered excitedly. “Do you like the decorations? We did it all by ourselves!”
“And with my help, of course,” said Sayaka, winking. But the kids ignored her as they carried on trying to get her attention.
“Sensei! I drew the puppy on the board! Isn’t it cute? You like dogs, right?”
“Sensei! I made an origami rose for your birthday! Do you like it?”
“Sensei! Blow the candles, quickly! I want a piece of cake!”
Mamori could not help but laugh at the children as she got up and put one finger on her lips. It was one of the rules in their classroom. Whenever a teacher puts a finger on her lips, it means that the children must do the same and be quiet. Once the class had finally settled down, she beamed at them. “Thank you all for the lovely birthday surprise! It was very sweet of you, and I’m very, very happy!”
The children cheered and proceeded to pull Mamori towards the birthday cake. “Make a wish, Anezaki-sensei!” cried one of the children.
“Oh! Do wish that this party will never end!” cried one little girl.
“No! Wish for lots and lots of money!” cried one little boy. “Then you can be rich and have parties like these everyday!”
Mamori laughed and shook her head. “That’s all right. I shall wish that you all grow up to be good little boys and girls,” she said.
“Aww!” the kids moaned in disappointment, making Mamori laugh once more as she faced her birthday cake and blew out the candles.
The party lasted an hour as they played games and sang songs. Then they had classes in the colourfully decorated classroom for the rest of the day. Classes were soon over, and Mamori watched the children, smiling happily and waving goodbye as they were picked up by their parents, each chattering excitedly about their surprise birthday party for Anezaki-sensei.
When Mamori returned to the classroom, she found Sayaka pulling out some of the streamers from the wall. “Ah! Let me help!” cried Mamori as she approached Sayaka.
“Oh no, it’s really fine,” replied Sayaka, but Mamori was already next to her, helping to take the streamers down. Sayaka smiled softly, before proceeding to clean up some more.
“Thank you,” said Mamori as she pulled down more streamers. “You organized this party, didn’t you? With the children?”
Sayaka giggled. “Yes, and let me tell you, they were thrilled to help organize this party for you,” she said as she pulled out a garbage bag.
“It really wasn’t necessary,” said Mamori, as she pulled the last of the streamers and went to get a broom. “Well, I can’t deny it was nice to be able to play with the children, but the decorations and the presents were a bit too much, wasn’t it? I’m just their teacher after all and I’ve only been here for seven months now.”
Sayaka shook her head. “The children wanted it very much,” she explained. “Contrary to what you think, Mamori, the children have grown quite fond of you. Well, I suppose being younger than the rest of us, you could get along with them more… Oh, I’m kidding! Sayaka laughed, looking at Mamori’s troubled face by that statement. “I’m just trying to say that the children really adore you, Mamori, and even though you are strict at times, they appreciate what you do. After all, don’t you bake cookies for them for their birthdays? Don’t you help them make crafts to give to their parents on their birthdays? I’m sure they’re more than happy to return the favour!”
Mamori smiled and nodded, feeling a little better to know that the little things she did at work mean something. “Thank you, Sayaka-sensei.”
“Oh! Are you going to celebrate with your friends tonight?” asked Sayaka as she picked up some stray paper cups found behind one of the cupboards.
“No, I’m going out with them this weekend instead,” said Mamori, sweeping under the tables. “I’ll be staying at home tonight.”
“That’s not a nice way to celebrate the end of your birthday,” said Sayaka, frowning a little. “You should be out with a special someone. You should go out on a date!”
Mamori laughed at the idea. “No, it’s really fine,” said Mamori as she swept the dirt into a nearby dustpan. “After the party this morning, I would love some peace and quiet. You should go home and be with your husband though! I know you’ve been working late these past few days!”
“Oh, he understands,” said Sayaka, holding out the garbage bag so that Mamori could throw the dirt from the dustpan in there. “And you can be sure, I fully intend to make it up to him. It’s still a shame you don’t have a boyfriend, Anezaki! You’re such a nice girl, you deserve someone who will treat you well.”
“Hmm…” Mamori quietly replied, smiling as her eyes suddenly looked distant. Sayaka looked at Mamori carefully, but that look suddenly disappeared as Mamori said, “Oh, I’ll help mop the floor!”
Sayaka laughed. “Very well. I’ll throw away the garbage.”
Once they were done cleaning and they had locked the kindergarten up, Mamori looked at the time and panicked a little. She ran just in time to catch the train home, and breathed a sigh of relief as she finally closed the door behind her, finally home.
As she walked in, she saw a box sitting right in the middle of her dining table. She approached it, and saw a familiar scrawl written on a piece of paper on top of the box.
Don’t open until I fucking say so.
Mamori sighed again. “That was rather crude, Hiruma-kun,” she muttered to herself, taking off her coat. But a smile lingered at the corner of her lips as she prepared a simple dinner. Once done, she then approached her PC sitting next to the hall and turned it on.
Mamori still wasn’t very good with computers, but she knew enough to turn it on and start up certain programs. And so she opened an instant messaging program, and to her surprise, he was already online.
Instantly, he called her, the sound of ringing echoed through her speakers. Mamori quickly checked to make sure the microphone and the webcam was properly attached, and answered it.
“You’re early!” she cried to the microphone as his image popped up. “You could have slept in a little more!”
“Well, I’m already awake so can it, Fucking Manager,” said Hiruma, though there was a tinge of amusement in his voice. It was dark, wherever he was. Mamori surmised that he was in his hotel room, and that he merely had the curtains drawn, for surely the sun should be up by now. Yet the only source of light he had was that of his laptop. “So? How was your day at work?”
“First of all,” said Mamori, crossing her arms. “I still don’t know why you still call me that. Second, it was good. The children prepared a surprise party for me.”
“Ah,” Hiruma replied. “Were there bazookas involved?”
“No, only party poppers.”
“Flame throwers?”
“Just a match to light the candles.”
“Rapid gunshots into the air to mark the fact that you’re getting older?”
“Hiruma-kun!” Mamori exclaimed, turning slightly red. “Don’t be ridiculous! I work with children!”
“Keh, they don’t know what they’re missing,” Hiruma cackled, leaning back a little. “And when will you be celebrating with the Fucking Shorty and others?”
“Mind you, Sena isn’t as short as you think,” Mamori scolded, then she smiled. “He and the rest of the others are busy today. It is a weekday after all. So I’ll meet up with them this weekend.”
“Good,” he replied. “I’ll send them a package with orders on how to really celebrate your birthday the right way,” he cackled.
“Hiruma-kun!”
It’s been over a year now since Hiruma had begun training in America, working alongside Clifford and other different teams in America. It was a special invitation, one that Mamori knew he would not refuse. What she didn’t expect was that before he left, he had taught her how to use this instant messaging program to keep in touch with him. And since then, almost every day they would greet each other around this hour. Night time in Japan, and early morning in America. They would keep each other up to date with what was happening with their lives. Hiruma with his training, and Mamori from her time studying her last years in Saikyoudai, to now being a kindergarten teacher.
“Hey, did you get the box I sent?” he suddenly asked.
“Eh?” Mamori turned to look at the box on the dining table. “Yes, I did.”
“Go get it and come back in front of the computer with it,” he instructed.
Mamori nodded and went to get the box. She sat in front of the computer, showing the box to the webcam. “Is this it?”
“Yup,” he said. He glanced down to look at the time. “Open it… now.”
Mamori then proceeded to open the box… to find a few creampuffs. Mamori frowned a little and was about to put the box away when she noticed something shining in between the creampuffs.
It was a ring. A simple band of silver adorned with a tiny clear jewel in its centre sparkled amongst the creampuffs. She pulled it out, and watched it sparkle a little under the light. “Hiruma-kun?” she asked, confused.
“It’s a promise,” he explained, shrugging a little. “That I’ll definitely return.”
Mamori smiled softly. “But we all know you’ll return.”
Hiruma grinned. “I’ll return… and make you mine, Fucking Manager.”
She looked at Hiruma curiously. Then she looked at the clock on the wall, and then looked at the ring again. “You… Oh!” she exclaimed.
“Figured it out, eh?” he cackled. “I should go now, gotta get ready.”
Mamori nodded. “Good luck and do your best for today!” she said. Then she took the ring and put it into her right ring finger. “You know, most men would put these in nice velveteen boxes.”
“Those aren’t edible,” Hiruma cackling a little as he watched Mamori show off the ring for a moment on the webcam, before finally cutting the call.
Mamori let out a content sigh this time as she pulled out one of the creampuffs and began to eat it. These were definitely not Kariya creampuffs. They must be some luxurious brand in America. Though she still preferred Kariya, she enjoyed the rich taste of this creampuff as she looked at the ring on her right hand.
Hiruma had wanted her to have the ring on the exact time she was born, 9.15pm. It was also around this hour that they last saw each other face to face, with the same promise that he’ll come back. Someday soon, she knew he was going to appear once more before her around this time. And when that happens, who knows what kind of madness he’d whip up for her.
Mamori smiled a little. Until then, there’s work to focus on.
Rating: K
Word Count: 1,939
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters used here. They belong to their respective owners, namely the creators of Eyeshield 21.
Summary: It's Mamori's birthday, and though there's work to be done, she's met with a few surprises along the way.
Notes: Argh! I'm a day late with this! My life has been insanely hectic lately, as not only did I have NaNoWriMo to worry about (which I won by the way... YAY!), but my work load had increased. Trying to juggle them all, together with some other stuff, has proven to be quite tough for me.
Anyways, I decided to do a mash up of hiruma_x_mamori's prompt "Work" together with the fact that it was Mamori's birthday about a week ago to celebrate. And this is what I came up with. Simple, silly fluff like cake with 0 nutrition. Hahahahaha! A big hug to moodylollipop who helped with the edits for this. Okay, I'll shut up now. It's really late but I do hope you guys enjoy it somehow!
~*~
“Happy birthday, Anezaki-sensei!”
Mamori almost jumped at the sudden and loud greeting, accompanied by loud party poppers. But soon, children around the age of 3 and 4 gathered around her knees excitedly as her colleague, Sayaka, held her birthday cake with both hand. The classroom was decorated with coloured streamers and balloons, and on the blackboard were the kids’ drawings and birthday wishes for Mamori.
Mamori stood awed by all this as the children pulled her to sit on one of the chairs. “Sensei! Sensei!” they cheered excitedly. “Do you like the decorations? We did it all by ourselves!”
“And with my help, of course,” said Sayaka, winking. But the kids ignored her as they carried on trying to get her attention.
“Sensei! I drew the puppy on the board! Isn’t it cute? You like dogs, right?”
“Sensei! I made an origami rose for your birthday! Do you like it?”
“Sensei! Blow the candles, quickly! I want a piece of cake!”
Mamori could not help but laugh at the children as she got up and put one finger on her lips. It was one of the rules in their classroom. Whenever a teacher puts a finger on her lips, it means that the children must do the same and be quiet. Once the class had finally settled down, she beamed at them. “Thank you all for the lovely birthday surprise! It was very sweet of you, and I’m very, very happy!”
The children cheered and proceeded to pull Mamori towards the birthday cake. “Make a wish, Anezaki-sensei!” cried one of the children.
“Oh! Do wish that this party will never end!” cried one little girl.
“No! Wish for lots and lots of money!” cried one little boy. “Then you can be rich and have parties like these everyday!”
Mamori laughed and shook her head. “That’s all right. I shall wish that you all grow up to be good little boys and girls,” she said.
“Aww!” the kids moaned in disappointment, making Mamori laugh once more as she faced her birthday cake and blew out the candles.
The party lasted an hour as they played games and sang songs. Then they had classes in the colourfully decorated classroom for the rest of the day. Classes were soon over, and Mamori watched the children, smiling happily and waving goodbye as they were picked up by their parents, each chattering excitedly about their surprise birthday party for Anezaki-sensei.
When Mamori returned to the classroom, she found Sayaka pulling out some of the streamers from the wall. “Ah! Let me help!” cried Mamori as she approached Sayaka.
“Oh no, it’s really fine,” replied Sayaka, but Mamori was already next to her, helping to take the streamers down. Sayaka smiled softly, before proceeding to clean up some more.
“Thank you,” said Mamori as she pulled down more streamers. “You organized this party, didn’t you? With the children?”
Sayaka giggled. “Yes, and let me tell you, they were thrilled to help organize this party for you,” she said as she pulled out a garbage bag.
“It really wasn’t necessary,” said Mamori, as she pulled the last of the streamers and went to get a broom. “Well, I can’t deny it was nice to be able to play with the children, but the decorations and the presents were a bit too much, wasn’t it? I’m just their teacher after all and I’ve only been here for seven months now.”
Sayaka shook her head. “The children wanted it very much,” she explained. “Contrary to what you think, Mamori, the children have grown quite fond of you. Well, I suppose being younger than the rest of us, you could get along with them more… Oh, I’m kidding! Sayaka laughed, looking at Mamori’s troubled face by that statement. “I’m just trying to say that the children really adore you, Mamori, and even though you are strict at times, they appreciate what you do. After all, don’t you bake cookies for them for their birthdays? Don’t you help them make crafts to give to their parents on their birthdays? I’m sure they’re more than happy to return the favour!”
Mamori smiled and nodded, feeling a little better to know that the little things she did at work mean something. “Thank you, Sayaka-sensei.”
“Oh! Are you going to celebrate with your friends tonight?” asked Sayaka as she picked up some stray paper cups found behind one of the cupboards.
“No, I’m going out with them this weekend instead,” said Mamori, sweeping under the tables. “I’ll be staying at home tonight.”
“That’s not a nice way to celebrate the end of your birthday,” said Sayaka, frowning a little. “You should be out with a special someone. You should go out on a date!”
Mamori laughed at the idea. “No, it’s really fine,” said Mamori as she swept the dirt into a nearby dustpan. “After the party this morning, I would love some peace and quiet. You should go home and be with your husband though! I know you’ve been working late these past few days!”
“Oh, he understands,” said Sayaka, holding out the garbage bag so that Mamori could throw the dirt from the dustpan in there. “And you can be sure, I fully intend to make it up to him. It’s still a shame you don’t have a boyfriend, Anezaki! You’re such a nice girl, you deserve someone who will treat you well.”
“Hmm…” Mamori quietly replied, smiling as her eyes suddenly looked distant. Sayaka looked at Mamori carefully, but that look suddenly disappeared as Mamori said, “Oh, I’ll help mop the floor!”
Sayaka laughed. “Very well. I’ll throw away the garbage.”
Once they were done cleaning and they had locked the kindergarten up, Mamori looked at the time and panicked a little. She ran just in time to catch the train home, and breathed a sigh of relief as she finally closed the door behind her, finally home.
As she walked in, she saw a box sitting right in the middle of her dining table. She approached it, and saw a familiar scrawl written on a piece of paper on top of the box.
Don’t open until I fucking say so.
Mamori sighed again. “That was rather crude, Hiruma-kun,” she muttered to herself, taking off her coat. But a smile lingered at the corner of her lips as she prepared a simple dinner. Once done, she then approached her PC sitting next to the hall and turned it on.
Mamori still wasn’t very good with computers, but she knew enough to turn it on and start up certain programs. And so she opened an instant messaging program, and to her surprise, he was already online.
Instantly, he called her, the sound of ringing echoed through her speakers. Mamori quickly checked to make sure the microphone and the webcam was properly attached, and answered it.
“You’re early!” she cried to the microphone as his image popped up. “You could have slept in a little more!”
“Well, I’m already awake so can it, Fucking Manager,” said Hiruma, though there was a tinge of amusement in his voice. It was dark, wherever he was. Mamori surmised that he was in his hotel room, and that he merely had the curtains drawn, for surely the sun should be up by now. Yet the only source of light he had was that of his laptop. “So? How was your day at work?”
“First of all,” said Mamori, crossing her arms. “I still don’t know why you still call me that. Second, it was good. The children prepared a surprise party for me.”
“Ah,” Hiruma replied. “Were there bazookas involved?”
“No, only party poppers.”
“Flame throwers?”
“Just a match to light the candles.”
“Rapid gunshots into the air to mark the fact that you’re getting older?”
“Hiruma-kun!” Mamori exclaimed, turning slightly red. “Don’t be ridiculous! I work with children!”
“Keh, they don’t know what they’re missing,” Hiruma cackled, leaning back a little. “And when will you be celebrating with the Fucking Shorty and others?”
“Mind you, Sena isn’t as short as you think,” Mamori scolded, then she smiled. “He and the rest of the others are busy today. It is a weekday after all. So I’ll meet up with them this weekend.”
“Good,” he replied. “I’ll send them a package with orders on how to really celebrate your birthday the right way,” he cackled.
“Hiruma-kun!”
It’s been over a year now since Hiruma had begun training in America, working alongside Clifford and other different teams in America. It was a special invitation, one that Mamori knew he would not refuse. What she didn’t expect was that before he left, he had taught her how to use this instant messaging program to keep in touch with him. And since then, almost every day they would greet each other around this hour. Night time in Japan, and early morning in America. They would keep each other up to date with what was happening with their lives. Hiruma with his training, and Mamori from her time studying her last years in Saikyoudai, to now being a kindergarten teacher.
“Hey, did you get the box I sent?” he suddenly asked.
“Eh?” Mamori turned to look at the box on the dining table. “Yes, I did.”
“Go get it and come back in front of the computer with it,” he instructed.
Mamori nodded and went to get the box. She sat in front of the computer, showing the box to the webcam. “Is this it?”
“Yup,” he said. He glanced down to look at the time. “Open it… now.”
Mamori then proceeded to open the box… to find a few creampuffs. Mamori frowned a little and was about to put the box away when she noticed something shining in between the creampuffs.
It was a ring. A simple band of silver adorned with a tiny clear jewel in its centre sparkled amongst the creampuffs. She pulled it out, and watched it sparkle a little under the light. “Hiruma-kun?” she asked, confused.
“It’s a promise,” he explained, shrugging a little. “That I’ll definitely return.”
Mamori smiled softly. “But we all know you’ll return.”
Hiruma grinned. “I’ll return… and make you mine, Fucking Manager.”
She looked at Hiruma curiously. Then she looked at the clock on the wall, and then looked at the ring again. “You… Oh!” she exclaimed.
“Figured it out, eh?” he cackled. “I should go now, gotta get ready.”
Mamori nodded. “Good luck and do your best for today!” she said. Then she took the ring and put it into her right ring finger. “You know, most men would put these in nice velveteen boxes.”
“Those aren’t edible,” Hiruma cackling a little as he watched Mamori show off the ring for a moment on the webcam, before finally cutting the call.
Mamori let out a content sigh this time as she pulled out one of the creampuffs and began to eat it. These were definitely not Kariya creampuffs. They must be some luxurious brand in America. Though she still preferred Kariya, she enjoyed the rich taste of this creampuff as she looked at the ring on her right hand.
Hiruma had wanted her to have the ring on the exact time she was born, 9.15pm. It was also around this hour that they last saw each other face to face, with the same promise that he’ll come back. Someday soon, she knew he was going to appear once more before her around this time. And when that happens, who knows what kind of madness he’d whip up for her.
Mamori smiled a little. Until then, there’s work to focus on.