[One Shot] The Oni Mask
Title: The Oni Mask
Rating: K+
Word Count: 1,221
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters used here. They belong to their respective owners, namely the creators of Eyeshield 21.
Summary: Hiruma and Mamori investigate the store room behind the temple to look for a mask that is bound to leave terror in a person's heart...
Notes: This was something simple I wrote initially as I liked the idea of having a Halloween with a Japanese culture in it. In the end, I decided to write this story and it was a lot better than this one here. But I suppose I didn't want to just scrap it up as it wasn't that bad... just simple. So I hope you enjoy reading this in some way, as it really isn't much.
Happy Halloween everyone!
~*~
"It's really dark in here."
"Did you bring the fucking torchlight?"
"Yeah."
With a click, the room Hiruma and Mamori in was dimly lit by the torchlight. The room was dusty and filled with boxes and other old artifacts that lay almost wasted in the cold darkness of the room. Mamori shivered lightly.
"Are you scared?" Hiruma asked as he went in.
She shook her head. "It's cold. This atmosphere doesn't help,"
"Don't turn chicken on me now, Fucking Manager," he cackled.
"I won't!" Mamori protested as she finally took a few steps forward. "Now where do you think they'd be?"
"The fucking fatty mentioned it'd be in one of the bigger chests at the back."
Mamori nodded as she aimed the torchlight to the back of the room. She found the chest Hiruma had just mentioned and headed towards it. "Hiruma-kun, I think it's..."
A tap. A scuttle. Mamori froze. She felt something rush across her feet causing her to quickly clap her hands on her mouth, but she still let out a squeal and had dropped her torchlight in the process, causing it to turn itself off.
"Oi! What the fuck are you doing?!"
Mamori let out a gasp. Finally regaining her thoughts, she was sure that it was a mere rat that ran across her feet. Mamori shook her head as she bent down, her hands touching the dusty floor as she looked for the torchlight. "Sorry, panicked a little."
"You really are jumpy at these kind of places."
"I told you I might be like this... I already get the creeps being in a graveyard. I don't know what's lurking in this store room, but it's making the hairs on the back of my neck stand." Mamori's hand bumped into the torchlight. Releasing a sigh of relief, she picked it up and promptly turned it on.
Hiruma's cackle echoed in the room. "Sure you don't want to fucking leave then? I can look for it myself."
Mamori shook her head as she pointed the torchlight at the chest once more. "A deal's a deal. I lost the bet. Let's do this."
"Kekeke, that's what I wanted to hear." Hiruma moved forward and headed towards the chest, Mamori following suit. She stayed by the side of the chest as Hiruma bent down to take a good look.
The chest was obviously dusty. There was a latch on it, but there was no lock, so Hiruma opened it easily enough. The loud creak as the chest yielded open felt intrusive to Mamori's ears, but she looked at the contents of the chest eagerly.
"Wow..." she gasped as she bent down to take a closer look as well. The chest was filled with traditional Japanese Noh masks often used in traditional Japanese musical performances. "They really do have almost every mask available... there's not only Tengu and Kitsune masks here... There's the Ondeko and Shishigashira!"
"Impressive..." said Hiruma, though he sounded a little bit bored. “But the one we're after..." Hiruma reached in and pulled out a fierce looking, almost evil mask. "Is the Oni Mask."
Mamori felt a shiver run through her spine once more. "I’ve read up on this mask… it’s quite scary, yet I can’t deny that it’s possibly one of the most fascinating masks around."
Hiruma placed the mask just before his face. Mamori could hear Hiruma's lightly muffled voice from behind. "So what do you think? Will this scare the shit out of them for Halloween?"
Mamori merely nodded. "Who wouldn't be scared of the Oni Mask? They portray the devil, and it symbolizes disasters and the plague."
"What about me?"
She blinked, confused as she looked at Hiruma again as he continued to keep his face hidden behind the Oni Mask. "Eh?"
"Seeing as I'm pretty much known as the devil, do you think I symbolize disasters and the plague?"
Seeing as she was unable to read Hiruma's expression, Mamori wasn't sure whether Hiruma was joking or not. Instead, she was forced to read the Oni Mask's expression. Menacing and grim, it taunted her with a fear she knew was building within. Then another thought crossed her mind. "No, cause the Oni Mask is also used to ward off evil spirits. In a sense, don't you do the same, Hiruma-kun?"
Hiruma merely replied in silence, so Mamori continued, "You put on this demon persona not only to symbolize the disasters you want to bring to the team you're against, your tactics help to keep danger from coming upon your team members. True, you use blackmail, but I can't deny that it helped, especially when the team accidentally set the school on fire."
Mamori felt a little nervous when Hiruma didn't reply. Suddenly he turned towards the entrance of the store room. "I think I heard someone there. Go see who it is."
Mamori looked at the entrance wondering who could it be. She left the torchlight with Hiruma as she could clearly see the entrance as the bright full moon offered a little bit of light to the outside. Mamori promptly looked around... but saw no one. "There's no one here, Hiruma-kun... Are you sure...?"
Mamori turned to look for him, but was only greeted by darkness. "Hiruma-kun...?" Mamori took a step forward, although fear truly gripped her heart now. "Stop joking around, Hiruma-kun... where are you?"
She stood within the moonlit entrance of the store room, afraid to move away from the light. But she felt a draft coming from inside the room and she could not help but look...
The oni mask suddenly floated before her, filling her with terror. Mamori screamed as loud as she could as she took a couple of steps back, almost tripping on her own feet. She covered her face with her hands, hoping that she was just dreaming, before reality caught hold of her once more in the form of a familiar, loud cackle.
"Hiruma-kun!" Mamori shouted as the Devil Bats Quarterback pulled the mask away, revealing a gleeful face. "That wasn't funny!"
"Kekeke, calm yourself, Fucking Manager," cackled Hiruma. "I wanted to make sure the mask would be truly effective. Your stupid talk about warding off evil spirits had me a bit worried there."
"Oh, you... you...!!" Mamori struggled to find the words to describe her frustration. "You're incorrigible!"
"Thank you for stating the obvious, Fucking Manager," said Hiruma as he held the mask in one hand. He reached out his other, promptly holding on to Mamori's. "Now let's go, we have a lot of planning to do."
He dragged Mamori out of the store room and kept holding on to her even after the closed it up and was now walking back to the temple. Mamori wasn't sure why Hiruma kept her hand tightly in his, but for that short moment, she relished the warmth of his hand in hers. It was comforting, to say the least.
"Now to get you in that Hone-Onna outfit I got you," Hiruma grinned. "We'll give those fucking Devil Bats a scare of their life as part of their training to react to sudden surprises."
"I'm not sure if I'll do a good job in scaring them..." Mamori hesitated.
"Are you fucking kidding me? I saw you in that Hone-Onna outfit, I almost pissed my pants!"
"HIRUMA-KUN!"
"Kekekeke!"
Rating: K+
Word Count: 1,221
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters used here. They belong to their respective owners, namely the creators of Eyeshield 21.
Summary: Hiruma and Mamori investigate the store room behind the temple to look for a mask that is bound to leave terror in a person's heart...
Notes: This was something simple I wrote initially as I liked the idea of having a Halloween with a Japanese culture in it. In the end, I decided to write this story and it was a lot better than this one here. But I suppose I didn't want to just scrap it up as it wasn't that bad... just simple. So I hope you enjoy reading this in some way, as it really isn't much.
Happy Halloween everyone!
~*~
"It's really dark in here."
"Did you bring the fucking torchlight?"
"Yeah."
With a click, the room Hiruma and Mamori in was dimly lit by the torchlight. The room was dusty and filled with boxes and other old artifacts that lay almost wasted in the cold darkness of the room. Mamori shivered lightly.
"Are you scared?" Hiruma asked as he went in.
She shook her head. "It's cold. This atmosphere doesn't help,"
"Don't turn chicken on me now, Fucking Manager," he cackled.
"I won't!" Mamori protested as she finally took a few steps forward. "Now where do you think they'd be?"
"The fucking fatty mentioned it'd be in one of the bigger chests at the back."
Mamori nodded as she aimed the torchlight to the back of the room. She found the chest Hiruma had just mentioned and headed towards it. "Hiruma-kun, I think it's..."
A tap. A scuttle. Mamori froze. She felt something rush across her feet causing her to quickly clap her hands on her mouth, but she still let out a squeal and had dropped her torchlight in the process, causing it to turn itself off.
"Oi! What the fuck are you doing?!"
Mamori let out a gasp. Finally regaining her thoughts, she was sure that it was a mere rat that ran across her feet. Mamori shook her head as she bent down, her hands touching the dusty floor as she looked for the torchlight. "Sorry, panicked a little."
"You really are jumpy at these kind of places."
"I told you I might be like this... I already get the creeps being in a graveyard. I don't know what's lurking in this store room, but it's making the hairs on the back of my neck stand." Mamori's hand bumped into the torchlight. Releasing a sigh of relief, she picked it up and promptly turned it on.
Hiruma's cackle echoed in the room. "Sure you don't want to fucking leave then? I can look for it myself."
Mamori shook her head as she pointed the torchlight at the chest once more. "A deal's a deal. I lost the bet. Let's do this."
"Kekeke, that's what I wanted to hear." Hiruma moved forward and headed towards the chest, Mamori following suit. She stayed by the side of the chest as Hiruma bent down to take a good look.
The chest was obviously dusty. There was a latch on it, but there was no lock, so Hiruma opened it easily enough. The loud creak as the chest yielded open felt intrusive to Mamori's ears, but she looked at the contents of the chest eagerly.
"Wow..." she gasped as she bent down to take a closer look as well. The chest was filled with traditional Japanese Noh masks often used in traditional Japanese musical performances. "They really do have almost every mask available... there's not only Tengu and Kitsune masks here... There's the Ondeko and Shishigashira!"
"Impressive..." said Hiruma, though he sounded a little bit bored. “But the one we're after..." Hiruma reached in and pulled out a fierce looking, almost evil mask. "Is the Oni Mask."
Mamori felt a shiver run through her spine once more. "I’ve read up on this mask… it’s quite scary, yet I can’t deny that it’s possibly one of the most fascinating masks around."
Hiruma placed the mask just before his face. Mamori could hear Hiruma's lightly muffled voice from behind. "So what do you think? Will this scare the shit out of them for Halloween?"
Mamori merely nodded. "Who wouldn't be scared of the Oni Mask? They portray the devil, and it symbolizes disasters and the plague."
"What about me?"
She blinked, confused as she looked at Hiruma again as he continued to keep his face hidden behind the Oni Mask. "Eh?"
"Seeing as I'm pretty much known as the devil, do you think I symbolize disasters and the plague?"
Seeing as she was unable to read Hiruma's expression, Mamori wasn't sure whether Hiruma was joking or not. Instead, she was forced to read the Oni Mask's expression. Menacing and grim, it taunted her with a fear she knew was building within. Then another thought crossed her mind. "No, cause the Oni Mask is also used to ward off evil spirits. In a sense, don't you do the same, Hiruma-kun?"
Hiruma merely replied in silence, so Mamori continued, "You put on this demon persona not only to symbolize the disasters you want to bring to the team you're against, your tactics help to keep danger from coming upon your team members. True, you use blackmail, but I can't deny that it helped, especially when the team accidentally set the school on fire."
Mamori felt a little nervous when Hiruma didn't reply. Suddenly he turned towards the entrance of the store room. "I think I heard someone there. Go see who it is."
Mamori looked at the entrance wondering who could it be. She left the torchlight with Hiruma as she could clearly see the entrance as the bright full moon offered a little bit of light to the outside. Mamori promptly looked around... but saw no one. "There's no one here, Hiruma-kun... Are you sure...?"
Mamori turned to look for him, but was only greeted by darkness. "Hiruma-kun...?" Mamori took a step forward, although fear truly gripped her heart now. "Stop joking around, Hiruma-kun... where are you?"
She stood within the moonlit entrance of the store room, afraid to move away from the light. But she felt a draft coming from inside the room and she could not help but look...
The oni mask suddenly floated before her, filling her with terror. Mamori screamed as loud as she could as she took a couple of steps back, almost tripping on her own feet. She covered her face with her hands, hoping that she was just dreaming, before reality caught hold of her once more in the form of a familiar, loud cackle.
"Hiruma-kun!" Mamori shouted as the Devil Bats Quarterback pulled the mask away, revealing a gleeful face. "That wasn't funny!"
"Kekeke, calm yourself, Fucking Manager," cackled Hiruma. "I wanted to make sure the mask would be truly effective. Your stupid talk about warding off evil spirits had me a bit worried there."
"Oh, you... you...!!" Mamori struggled to find the words to describe her frustration. "You're incorrigible!"
"Thank you for stating the obvious, Fucking Manager," said Hiruma as he held the mask in one hand. He reached out his other, promptly holding on to Mamori's. "Now let's go, we have a lot of planning to do."
He dragged Mamori out of the store room and kept holding on to her even after the closed it up and was now walking back to the temple. Mamori wasn't sure why Hiruma kept her hand tightly in his, but for that short moment, she relished the warmth of his hand in hers. It was comforting, to say the least.
"Now to get you in that Hone-Onna outfit I got you," Hiruma grinned. "We'll give those fucking Devil Bats a scare of their life as part of their training to react to sudden surprises."
"I'm not sure if I'll do a good job in scaring them..." Mamori hesitated.
"Are you fucking kidding me? I saw you in that Hone-Onna outfit, I almost pissed my pants!"
"HIRUMA-KUN!"
"Kekekeke!"