[Fanfic] Wait For Me [Chapter 10]
Title: Wait For Me [Chapter 10]
Rating: T
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters used here. They belong to their respective owners, namely the creators of Eyeshield 21.
Summary: A sequel to my earlier fic, Gravity. Time is moving faster than before, and one question will be on the mind's of both Hiruma and Mamori. How long is too long?
Notes: Looks like it takes me, what, 2 months to get a chapter out? I'm so sorry for that. Got a promotion at work so there's loads on my plate recently. Even went off to Sydney for a short holiday, but at least it gave me back my love for writing again!
Anyways, I know I said there would be 3 chapters left. And as usual, I CANNOT BE TRUSTED. The next two chapters I'm about to post up was initially one chapter in my mind. But as I wrote it, I realised that it would be better split up for a certain reason. I wonder if any of you will notice that reason. XD At least the next two chapters are about 6k words, so it's LONG! Which will make up for the time I didn't post anything recently. Enjoy!
~*~
"Is it really all right for me to borrow your dress, Karin?" Mamori's voice echoed from Karin's room.
"It's fine! I'm just sorry it's an old dress of mine," Karin smiled as she tapped away on her computer. "Does it fit all right?"
Karin heard soft footsteps behind her. She turned around to see Mamori dressed in a simple sleeveless dark pink dress that stretched well across her curves. The dress ended just above her knees, showing off her toned legs.
Gasping, Karin stood up from her desk and clapped her hands excitedly. "You look beautiful! I'm so glad that dress fits you so well! I was a little worried about the chest area, but the fabrics stretchy so I had a good guess it would work for you. And you look good in pink! I'll work on your makeup next, those puffy eyes just won't do."
"That can wait," Mamori replied nervously, her eyes straying towards the computer screen. "Did you find anything?"
Karin nodded. "You don't have that many options, but I have a few laid out for you. Can you click on the different tabs yourself or..."
"Oh! It's fine!" Mamori blushed a little. "I can do that well enough. I'm sorry for all the trouble. Mind if I go through them?"
"Go right ahead."
Mamori nodded as she sat at Karin's desk, taking the mouse in her right hand and slowly moving it around. It had been Karin's idea for Mamori to come over to help her with whatever she needed to do with the computer, and seeing as the girl didn't have much time to go home and get ready for the party, Karin took it upon herself to help her with getting ready for the party too. Mamori wasn't keen, but the former Quarterback insisted as she was still worried about Mamori's condition. Karin watched her for a moment as Mamori read the information before her, but after some thought, she decided to ask the former Saikyoudai Wizard's Manager something that had been bothering her for a while. "Are you sure you still want to go out with Yamato?"
Mamori didn't reply for a moment, her eyes still staring at the screen before her. But Karin caught the slight change of expression, and she could tell Mamori was slowly exhausting herself from this entire ordeal. "I'll go... I made a promise with him after all, and it wouldn't be right for me to back down now. Besides, I think it's important that I speak to him."
"But have you planned out what you want to say? Aren't you rushing this? You could talk to him another time. I'm sure he doesn't mind."
The lack of response in her face made Karin even more worried, but Mamori soon tore her eyes away from the computer and looked straight at her. Despite how weary Mamori looked, her words seemed determined. "You're right... I could talk to him another time. But I don't think the feelings I have now will be the same then. I may not know what I intend to say to him but I'm sure..."
Karin waited for Mamori to finish her sentence, but soon realised the girl was distracted as she gazed at the screen once more. Sighing, Karin placed a hand on Mamori's shoulder to get her attention. Once those blue eyes were on hers, she smiled and said, "Then you better get ready."
The graduation party was being held in a restaurant owned by one of the student's parents. It was meant to be nothing more than a simple dinner and dance for everyone to enjoy the night with everyone else's company, before they finally made their way out into the world.
Or so Mamori was told.
As she stood in front of the "restaurant" where the graduation party was being held, Mamori knew whoever organised this didn't mean what they said. Situated in between a row of entertainment centres, the place looked like a club, dark with neon lights barely shining through. Club music resonated even from outside, with the sounds of young adults shouting and cheering as they urged their peers to drink.
Mamori was hesitant to enter. Were parties always this rowdy? She tried to recall the last party she joined. There was Sara's birthday party, but that had been held in her house and while there had been drinking, it wasn't as crowded as this.
Did that time on the ship after Deimon defeated Hakushuu count? She was pretty dressed up at that time, and the boys were probably more rowdy than this. The memory made her smile for a moment, as she recalled their hilarious antics and infectious laughter. Hiruma didn't stay around for long due to his broken arm at that time...
Then she remembered Hiruma had injured himself today. She didn't realise this when she was standing before him, but she recalled the way he bandaged his right arm. Looking back, that bandage wasn't for his old arm injury as she had initially thought. No, this was a new injury. He was probably bleeding. From a cut? Was it bruised? Did he apply antiseptic on it?
He'll be fine, she finally told herself as she took a deep breath. He doesn't need you, he can obviously take care of himself. For now...
A few girls walked past Mamori. She recognized them as fellow classmates; the ones who she knew had been spreading gossip about her, especially about her relationship with Hiruma and Yamato. The girls noted Mamori's presence, standing on her own cluelessly, and they whispered among each other as they joined the party.
Mamori's breath hitched. Doubt spread across her mind. Maybe she should call Yamato and tell her to meet her somewhere else? This party just doesn't seem like the best place to...
"There you are!"
Mamori blinked, chasing her thoughts away as Yamato approached her, walking from the party. He passed by the girls, who were now eyeing him and Mamori curiously before entering the building. Mamori could imagine their tongues wagging in excitement over this piece of gossip. She let out a short sigh before smiling at Yamato.
"What are you doing, standing there on your own?" Yamato laughed as he stood before her. He was wearing a suit, with a dark blue shirt, the collar open around his neck. She could smell his cologne even from where she stood.
"Oh, I just arrived," Mamori replied. "It's no big deal, I was just about to go in."
"Don't be silly, I saw you standing here for the past five minutes now from the first floor," Yamato pointed towards the top of the building, where she could barely see the silhoutte of a bar with people around it. "Are you okay? Is something wrong?"
Mamori took another deep breath, doing her best to clear her mind. "I'm all right. I just need to talk to you but..."
"You look exhausted," Yamato moved to her side and placed an arm around her shoulders. "Come on in, I'll get you a place to sit."
"W-wait," Mamori placed a hand on Yamato's side, hesitating. "I don't think we should go in like this..."
"I told you I would protect you, Anezaki," Yamato assured her, his voice was low yet commanding. "Trust me on this."
Mamori contemplated this for a moment. Arguing would only delay things further, and at this point it was impossible to avoid all the gossip. "Think we can go somewhere a little quiet? I'm not too fond of the crowd."
"Your wish is my command." Yamato smiled as he ushered her in.
It took a while for Mamori to get used to the obnoxious dance music. The place felt set up like a hosting club, with a number of couches spread around the inner area with a table for drinks and food before each one. A few people were already dancing within the available open space, the crowd slowly growing as more people drank to their hearts content. A number of eyes were on her and Yamato, but Mamori ignored them all, too tired to care at this point.
Before Yamato brought her upstairs, Mamori caught sight of someone familiar, sitting on one of the couches, his arms draped around a few girls who sat giggling and whispering to each other beside him. "Agon!" she gasped.
She didn't think he would hear her over the loud music, but along with his God-speed impulse, he seemed to have God-like hearing. As she walked upstairs with Yamato's arm still protectively wrapped around her shoulders, Agon looked at her with a grin forming on his face. Mamori noted he had a few bruises across his visage, sending her mind reeling on the possibilities of how he got them... as well as whether Hiruma was involved. But she turned her face away from Agon, willing herself to look forward instead.
Now isn't the time to worry about that.
The upstairs area was a lot cosier, with smaller tables for two to three people. Yamato pulled out a chair from one of them and invited Mamori to sit down. "Let me get you a drink."
Mamori tried to call him back, but Yamato had already gone towards the bar. She looked around her for a moment, where a couple of familiar faces from college looked at her curiously. Feeling out of place, Mamori looked down towards the white table before her.
"Well, look who's here..." the familiar drawl forced Mamori to look up.
"Agon!” Mamori exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh no," said Agon, taking the seat next to Mamori without her permission. "I think the better question here is what are you doing here, Manager Anezaki?"
Mamori pressed her lips together. "Yamato-kun invited me here. Are the rest of the Wizards here, too?"
"A couple of them are around," Agon shrugged. "I think they'd be pretty excited to see you here. But I'm sure they'd be even more excited to see you here with the Wizard Running Back instead of the Quarterback. Where is he by the way? That fucker owes me something."
"You should know him by now, Agon," said Mamori, letting out a small sigh. "In fact, I think you probably know him better than I do."
Agon raised an eyebrow at her. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Are you two fighting again? If you are, I don't want to be part of this shit."
"Wait." Mamori looked at the bruises on Agon's face carefully. "The both of you got involved in something the night before, didn't you? Those bruises look new."
"Like hell I'd tell you."
"Then don't. Just tell me if he was with you."
For a moment, Mamori thought he was just going to get up and go. Agon shifted in his seat, and then leaned in a little too close for comfort. "A little word of advice for you, Manager Anezaki. Choose him, and you continue to live a life beyond your comfort zone. Possibly even worse than before. You're probably better off not getting involved."
Mamori stared at Agon, surprised that Agon would even offer advice to her, let alone something that didn’t end in a threat. She noted the word 'probably' in his last sentence, and smiled as she said, "You're right."
"Oh, come now, Agon, stop stealing my dates," Yamato laughed as he walked towards them, placing two drinks on the table. One was a small glass with what looked like clear water, but Mamori knew better. The other was a taller glass, with a more colourful concoction.
"Then learn not to leave them alone, Fucking Trash, you know with my talent I can get them in bed within seconds" Agon sneered, though he seemed rather amused. "Which reminds me, I have my own dates to be with. As much as I like you, Manager Anezaki, you were never worth the trouble."
Mamori couldn't help but giggle as Agon got up and left. Yamato now sat before her, pushing the colourful concoction before her. "Giving me alcohol, Yamato-kun?"
"Just something to calm your nerves," Yamato smiled. "It's sweet, and the alcohol content isn't high, so it should do."
Mamori stared at the drink for a moment, her senses telling her that this would be a bad idea. But she had come this far, and she needed to get this done and over with. Taking the glass in her hand, she took a sip, then looked at Yamato and said, "About what you told me last night at the cafe..."
Chapter 9 | Chapter 11
Rating: T
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters used here. They belong to their respective owners, namely the creators of Eyeshield 21.
Summary: A sequel to my earlier fic, Gravity. Time is moving faster than before, and one question will be on the mind's of both Hiruma and Mamori. How long is too long?
Notes: Looks like it takes me, what, 2 months to get a chapter out? I'm so sorry for that. Got a promotion at work so there's loads on my plate recently. Even went off to Sydney for a short holiday, but at least it gave me back my love for writing again!
Anyways, I know I said there would be 3 chapters left. And as usual, I CANNOT BE TRUSTED. The next two chapters I'm about to post up was initially one chapter in my mind. But as I wrote it, I realised that it would be better split up for a certain reason. I wonder if any of you will notice that reason. XD At least the next two chapters are about 6k words, so it's LONG! Which will make up for the time I didn't post anything recently. Enjoy!
~*~
"Is it really all right for me to borrow your dress, Karin?" Mamori's voice echoed from Karin's room.
"It's fine! I'm just sorry it's an old dress of mine," Karin smiled as she tapped away on her computer. "Does it fit all right?"
Karin heard soft footsteps behind her. She turned around to see Mamori dressed in a simple sleeveless dark pink dress that stretched well across her curves. The dress ended just above her knees, showing off her toned legs.
Gasping, Karin stood up from her desk and clapped her hands excitedly. "You look beautiful! I'm so glad that dress fits you so well! I was a little worried about the chest area, but the fabrics stretchy so I had a good guess it would work for you. And you look good in pink! I'll work on your makeup next, those puffy eyes just won't do."
"That can wait," Mamori replied nervously, her eyes straying towards the computer screen. "Did you find anything?"
Karin nodded. "You don't have that many options, but I have a few laid out for you. Can you click on the different tabs yourself or..."
"Oh! It's fine!" Mamori blushed a little. "I can do that well enough. I'm sorry for all the trouble. Mind if I go through them?"
"Go right ahead."
Mamori nodded as she sat at Karin's desk, taking the mouse in her right hand and slowly moving it around. It had been Karin's idea for Mamori to come over to help her with whatever she needed to do with the computer, and seeing as the girl didn't have much time to go home and get ready for the party, Karin took it upon herself to help her with getting ready for the party too. Mamori wasn't keen, but the former Quarterback insisted as she was still worried about Mamori's condition. Karin watched her for a moment as Mamori read the information before her, but after some thought, she decided to ask the former Saikyoudai Wizard's Manager something that had been bothering her for a while. "Are you sure you still want to go out with Yamato?"
Mamori didn't reply for a moment, her eyes still staring at the screen before her. But Karin caught the slight change of expression, and she could tell Mamori was slowly exhausting herself from this entire ordeal. "I'll go... I made a promise with him after all, and it wouldn't be right for me to back down now. Besides, I think it's important that I speak to him."
"But have you planned out what you want to say? Aren't you rushing this? You could talk to him another time. I'm sure he doesn't mind."
The lack of response in her face made Karin even more worried, but Mamori soon tore her eyes away from the computer and looked straight at her. Despite how weary Mamori looked, her words seemed determined. "You're right... I could talk to him another time. But I don't think the feelings I have now will be the same then. I may not know what I intend to say to him but I'm sure..."
Karin waited for Mamori to finish her sentence, but soon realised the girl was distracted as she gazed at the screen once more. Sighing, Karin placed a hand on Mamori's shoulder to get her attention. Once those blue eyes were on hers, she smiled and said, "Then you better get ready."
The graduation party was being held in a restaurant owned by one of the student's parents. It was meant to be nothing more than a simple dinner and dance for everyone to enjoy the night with everyone else's company, before they finally made their way out into the world.
Or so Mamori was told.
As she stood in front of the "restaurant" where the graduation party was being held, Mamori knew whoever organised this didn't mean what they said. Situated in between a row of entertainment centres, the place looked like a club, dark with neon lights barely shining through. Club music resonated even from outside, with the sounds of young adults shouting and cheering as they urged their peers to drink.
Mamori was hesitant to enter. Were parties always this rowdy? She tried to recall the last party she joined. There was Sara's birthday party, but that had been held in her house and while there had been drinking, it wasn't as crowded as this.
Did that time on the ship after Deimon defeated Hakushuu count? She was pretty dressed up at that time, and the boys were probably more rowdy than this. The memory made her smile for a moment, as she recalled their hilarious antics and infectious laughter. Hiruma didn't stay around for long due to his broken arm at that time...
Then she remembered Hiruma had injured himself today. She didn't realise this when she was standing before him, but she recalled the way he bandaged his right arm. Looking back, that bandage wasn't for his old arm injury as she had initially thought. No, this was a new injury. He was probably bleeding. From a cut? Was it bruised? Did he apply antiseptic on it?
He'll be fine, she finally told herself as she took a deep breath. He doesn't need you, he can obviously take care of himself. For now...
A few girls walked past Mamori. She recognized them as fellow classmates; the ones who she knew had been spreading gossip about her, especially about her relationship with Hiruma and Yamato. The girls noted Mamori's presence, standing on her own cluelessly, and they whispered among each other as they joined the party.
Mamori's breath hitched. Doubt spread across her mind. Maybe she should call Yamato and tell her to meet her somewhere else? This party just doesn't seem like the best place to...
"There you are!"
Mamori blinked, chasing her thoughts away as Yamato approached her, walking from the party. He passed by the girls, who were now eyeing him and Mamori curiously before entering the building. Mamori could imagine their tongues wagging in excitement over this piece of gossip. She let out a short sigh before smiling at Yamato.
"What are you doing, standing there on your own?" Yamato laughed as he stood before her. He was wearing a suit, with a dark blue shirt, the collar open around his neck. She could smell his cologne even from where she stood.
"Oh, I just arrived," Mamori replied. "It's no big deal, I was just about to go in."
"Don't be silly, I saw you standing here for the past five minutes now from the first floor," Yamato pointed towards the top of the building, where she could barely see the silhoutte of a bar with people around it. "Are you okay? Is something wrong?"
Mamori took another deep breath, doing her best to clear her mind. "I'm all right. I just need to talk to you but..."
"You look exhausted," Yamato moved to her side and placed an arm around her shoulders. "Come on in, I'll get you a place to sit."
"W-wait," Mamori placed a hand on Yamato's side, hesitating. "I don't think we should go in like this..."
"I told you I would protect you, Anezaki," Yamato assured her, his voice was low yet commanding. "Trust me on this."
Mamori contemplated this for a moment. Arguing would only delay things further, and at this point it was impossible to avoid all the gossip. "Think we can go somewhere a little quiet? I'm not too fond of the crowd."
"Your wish is my command." Yamato smiled as he ushered her in.
It took a while for Mamori to get used to the obnoxious dance music. The place felt set up like a hosting club, with a number of couches spread around the inner area with a table for drinks and food before each one. A few people were already dancing within the available open space, the crowd slowly growing as more people drank to their hearts content. A number of eyes were on her and Yamato, but Mamori ignored them all, too tired to care at this point.
Before Yamato brought her upstairs, Mamori caught sight of someone familiar, sitting on one of the couches, his arms draped around a few girls who sat giggling and whispering to each other beside him. "Agon!" she gasped.
She didn't think he would hear her over the loud music, but along with his God-speed impulse, he seemed to have God-like hearing. As she walked upstairs with Yamato's arm still protectively wrapped around her shoulders, Agon looked at her with a grin forming on his face. Mamori noted he had a few bruises across his visage, sending her mind reeling on the possibilities of how he got them... as well as whether Hiruma was involved. But she turned her face away from Agon, willing herself to look forward instead.
Now isn't the time to worry about that.
The upstairs area was a lot cosier, with smaller tables for two to three people. Yamato pulled out a chair from one of them and invited Mamori to sit down. "Let me get you a drink."
Mamori tried to call him back, but Yamato had already gone towards the bar. She looked around her for a moment, where a couple of familiar faces from college looked at her curiously. Feeling out of place, Mamori looked down towards the white table before her.
"Well, look who's here..." the familiar drawl forced Mamori to look up.
"Agon!” Mamori exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh no," said Agon, taking the seat next to Mamori without her permission. "I think the better question here is what are you doing here, Manager Anezaki?"
Mamori pressed her lips together. "Yamato-kun invited me here. Are the rest of the Wizards here, too?"
"A couple of them are around," Agon shrugged. "I think they'd be pretty excited to see you here. But I'm sure they'd be even more excited to see you here with the Wizard Running Back instead of the Quarterback. Where is he by the way? That fucker owes me something."
"You should know him by now, Agon," said Mamori, letting out a small sigh. "In fact, I think you probably know him better than I do."
Agon raised an eyebrow at her. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Are you two fighting again? If you are, I don't want to be part of this shit."
"Wait." Mamori looked at the bruises on Agon's face carefully. "The both of you got involved in something the night before, didn't you? Those bruises look new."
"Like hell I'd tell you."
"Then don't. Just tell me if he was with you."
For a moment, Mamori thought he was just going to get up and go. Agon shifted in his seat, and then leaned in a little too close for comfort. "A little word of advice for you, Manager Anezaki. Choose him, and you continue to live a life beyond your comfort zone. Possibly even worse than before. You're probably better off not getting involved."
Mamori stared at Agon, surprised that Agon would even offer advice to her, let alone something that didn’t end in a threat. She noted the word 'probably' in his last sentence, and smiled as she said, "You're right."
"Oh, come now, Agon, stop stealing my dates," Yamato laughed as he walked towards them, placing two drinks on the table. One was a small glass with what looked like clear water, but Mamori knew better. The other was a taller glass, with a more colourful concoction.
"Then learn not to leave them alone, Fucking Trash, you know with my talent I can get them in bed within seconds" Agon sneered, though he seemed rather amused. "Which reminds me, I have my own dates to be with. As much as I like you, Manager Anezaki, you were never worth the trouble."
Mamori couldn't help but giggle as Agon got up and left. Yamato now sat before her, pushing the colourful concoction before her. "Giving me alcohol, Yamato-kun?"
"Just something to calm your nerves," Yamato smiled. "It's sweet, and the alcohol content isn't high, so it should do."
Mamori stared at the drink for a moment, her senses telling her that this would be a bad idea. But she had come this far, and she needed to get this done and over with. Taking the glass in her hand, she took a sip, then looked at Yamato and said, "About what you told me last night at the cafe..."
Chapter 9 | Chapter 11