[Fanfic] Eyeshield 21 - She's A Devilbat Too
Title: She's A Devilbat Too
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Characters: Hiruma, Yamato, Shien, Shin, Mamori
Warning: Somewhat crack.
Author's Note: I can't resist it. I JUST CAN'T!!!
“So...” Shien tipped his hat.
“So...” Yamato rubbed his chin.
“Kekeke... so?” Hiruma cocked his rifle.
Everyone around the table sweat-dropped. Worse that selecting the players for Team Japan, this is the most critical of choices, one that could land either or all the quarterbacks in a stretcher. The united front of Japan’s highschool allstar aces were gathered about the meeting table in Deimon’s clubhouse, but even the home advantage didn’t affect the visitors. Each were ready to draw blood at the drop of a hat.
It was Shin, god bless him with his obliviousness who actually raised the point as he examined the list of players. With the obtuseness of a rock, he calmly declared; “We need to choose a manager for Team Japan.”
“Teikoku’s.” Yamato immediately supplied with the confidence of one who is used to having the best. “Ours is perfectly competent and undeniably the only choice for us.”
“Ours is more used to the shifting plays Seibu uses. She’s perfect for faced-paced plays.” Shien looked up. “Though asking her to come along might be a problem...”
“Give it up, your managers are all useless,” Hiruma wore a ‘go pee in your pants, bitches’ expression. “Only Deimon’s fuckin’ manager will follow us to the States.”
“Just because she is Deimon’s manager doesn’t make her the same as Deimon players,” Yamato retorted and Shin was about to say a word when the girl herself, Anezaki Mamori arrived with a tray of cookies. “The Home Economics class just baked them, they’re - “
Without even a hint of warning Hiruma suddenly leveled his rifle on her and fired successively from head to toe. Yamato and Shien reflexively ducked and Shin simply moved behind Hiruma to get out of range. When the smoke cleared, Yamato got to his feet. “What the hell were you - “
“Hi. Ru. Ma-kun.”
Words failed him as he witnessed Deimon’s manager still standing where she stood, the plate of cookies scattered on the floor.
But she was still standing where she stood.
He noticed the dented tray in her hand and his blood ran cold. That monster woman defended against all of Hiruma’s shots without missing a single one. And she looked angry enough to repeat it! “... God almighty...” He choked.
“Hiruma-kun, you’d better have a good explanation when I come back or I will lock your gun cellar,” Mamori said all of this with the false coolness of one who is close to boiling point. With a polite smile to everyone, she turned heel and left; presumably to get another plate of cookies.
It was a few more seconds after she had disappeared that Hiruma cackled and turned to the dumbfounded Yamato and Kid. “So... We clear?”
"I was going to suggest that Anezaki is the best manager for our combined team since she is by far the most capable of handling different kinds of players," Shin said mildly.
And everyone silently, unanimously agreed - if simply for one plain truth: No other manager on any other team can possibly stop Hiruma’s bullets with just a damn tea tray.
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Characters: Hiruma, Yamato, Shien, Shin, Mamori
Warning: Somewhat crack.
Author's Note: I can't resist it. I JUST CAN'T!!!
“So...” Shien tipped his hat.
“So...” Yamato rubbed his chin.
“Kekeke... so?” Hiruma cocked his rifle.
Everyone around the table sweat-dropped. Worse that selecting the players for Team Japan, this is the most critical of choices, one that could land either or all the quarterbacks in a stretcher. The united front of Japan’s highschool allstar aces were gathered about the meeting table in Deimon’s clubhouse, but even the home advantage didn’t affect the visitors. Each were ready to draw blood at the drop of a hat.
It was Shin, god bless him with his obliviousness who actually raised the point as he examined the list of players. With the obtuseness of a rock, he calmly declared; “We need to choose a manager for Team Japan.”
“Teikoku’s.” Yamato immediately supplied with the confidence of one who is used to having the best. “Ours is perfectly competent and undeniably the only choice for us.”
“Ours is more used to the shifting plays Seibu uses. She’s perfect for faced-paced plays.” Shien looked up. “Though asking her to come along might be a problem...”
“Give it up, your managers are all useless,” Hiruma wore a ‘go pee in your pants, bitches’ expression. “Only Deimon’s fuckin’ manager will follow us to the States.”
“Just because she is Deimon’s manager doesn’t make her the same as Deimon players,” Yamato retorted and Shin was about to say a word when the girl herself, Anezaki Mamori arrived with a tray of cookies. “The Home Economics class just baked them, they’re - “
Without even a hint of warning Hiruma suddenly leveled his rifle on her and fired successively from head to toe. Yamato and Shien reflexively ducked and Shin simply moved behind Hiruma to get out of range. When the smoke cleared, Yamato got to his feet. “What the hell were you - “
“Hi. Ru. Ma-kun.”
Words failed him as he witnessed Deimon’s manager still standing where she stood, the plate of cookies scattered on the floor.
But she was still standing where she stood.
He noticed the dented tray in her hand and his blood ran cold. That monster woman defended against all of Hiruma’s shots without missing a single one. And she looked angry enough to repeat it! “... God almighty...” He choked.
“Hiruma-kun, you’d better have a good explanation when I come back or I will lock your gun cellar,” Mamori said all of this with the false coolness of one who is close to boiling point. With a polite smile to everyone, she turned heel and left; presumably to get another plate of cookies.
It was a few more seconds after she had disappeared that Hiruma cackled and turned to the dumbfounded Yamato and Kid. “So... We clear?”
"I was going to suggest that Anezaki is the best manager for our combined team since she is by far the most capable of handling different kinds of players," Shin said mildly.
And everyone silently, unanimously agreed - if simply for one plain truth: No other manager on any other team can possibly stop Hiruma’s bullets with just a damn tea tray.