M'kay, so I had to actually look up my old entries to see what format I used for fanfictions here xP It's been months (er, I mean, a year) since I've posted a fanfic on here xP Wow, it was like, literally a year, like October 25, 2007. I am so
Series: Eyeshield 21 アイシールド21
Title: Untitled (I was going to call it "Cunning" but it's sort of lame >.>
Pairing: Jyuumonji x Sena
Genre: Humor/Romance (well, very low on the romance scale), crack-ish u.u (Lol, I didn't even need to change this from the last fanfic I put up)
Rating: T/PG-13 (depending on the scale you use) because I make the Huh-Huh Brothers swear, a lot
Word Count: 524 (I really need to start writing longer stories... they're getting shorter...
Summary: When Plans go awry, or is it a right?
“You want me to WHAT?!” a voice yelled.
Two pairs of hands covered an angry mouth. “Shut up you idiot,” Kuroki hissed. “You want everyone outside the locker room to hear you?”
“I wouldn’t be yelling if you guys weren’t dropped on your heads as babies,” Jyuumonji retorted.
“Don’t be such a wuss,” Toganou commented picking up his fallen Jump. “Shit, the cover tore. You’re an asshole, you know that? We’re just trying to help.”
“Let me get this straight… Your idea of helping me out is to break my hand?”
“It’s a good plan!” Kuroki protested. “Sena doesn’t notice shit when he’s running laps. So you bloody up your knuckles and get the shrimp to bandage it after practice.” He leered, “And when you’re all alone and if you’ve got the balls… ask him to kiss it better.”
Jyuumonji sputtered. “What the fuck? Do you think I’m a dirty old man or something? Do I look that desperate that I’d injure myself for a kiss on the knuckles?” Toganou and Kuroki exchanged glances. “Fine, I am that desperate,” the blond “thug” pouted. “Where’d the fuck you get an idea like that anyway?”
Kuroki looked at Toganou who shrugged. “Some manga. Be glad our plan is only for a kiss. I usually read about the guy tricking the girl into sex.”
Jyuumonji flushed. “What the fuck are you reading? I’m pretty damn sure that kind of shit never happens in Bleach!”
“Ironically reading the newest chapter of the aforementioned story Toganou paused in his reading. “Just some shoujo stuff. Who doesn’t like a good romance sometimes?”
He gaped in response. “Seriously? That is so gay…”
“Like you’re one to talk about being gay,” Kuroki scoffed.
“Shut the fuck up. We have practice now and we’re not doing it!”
Jyuumonji stormed into the locker room clutching his right hand. “What the fuck is wrong with you two? Pinning me down until Sena was the only one left on the field and then stepping on my hand with SPIKED CLEATS? Shit, we have an in-class essay tomorrow. Couldn’t you have at least stepped on my left hand?”
Toganou and Kuroki rolled their eyes. “Grade Grubber. God, you’re such a fucking pansy. Why do we hang out with him again?”
Jyuumonji raised his fist to attack, bloodied or not. “Oi-! Sena!” Kuroki interrupted. The lineman fell to the ground in surprise.
“Jyuumonji got injured during practice and he won’t stop bitching about it. So go bandage his hand or something.”
“Err, okay…” Sena retrieved the first aid kit while Jyuumonji sat on a bench. The running back’s patient flushed and started twitching the moment Sena touched his hand. Kuroki and Toganou gestured him to man up and ask already… when Sena stood up and kissed Jyuumonji on the head.
The Huh-Huh Brothers froze in place and Sena blushed the red of the Devil Bats uniform. “T-the next time you guys p-plan something. Make sure I’m not in the next room.” He fidgeted in place a bit before grabbing his towel and rushing to the showers as a means of escape.
Jyuumonji wanted to die.