Family/Eyeshield 21/You and Me Title: Family Rating: PG-13 Prompt: You and Me Fandom: Eyeshield 21 Character(s): Devilbats team regulars (minus Taki), slight Hiruma/Sena if you turn your head sideways and squint. Wordcount: 1,233 Disclaimer: Eyeshield 21 is the creation/property of Riichiro Inagaki and Yusuke Murata. Teaser/Summary/Synopsis, etc.: Pandemonium suddenly broke loose in a spray of bullets as Hiruma started yelling, threatening his unruly companions with danger, death, and all things horrible and unmentionable.
Notes: Very rough. There are a few things I want to tweak (and I want to flesh out Sena's past a bit more), but that will have to wait.
"Stop, thief!" The shopkeeper's angry yell followed Sena as the old man ran after the young orphan. He was unable to keep up with the teenager's speed, however, his footsteps faltering as he began to wheeze, attempting to catch his breath. Sena felt sorry, he really did - stealing wasn't something he would have thought himself capable of a year ago, but his regret did nothing to slow his speed as he darted around a corner, slipping into the backstreets and alleys of Tokyo.
After all, he still had both his house and his parents, one year ago.
The sun was setting by the time he made it back to the base, a bag of groceries gripped in each hand. As usual he'd followed Hiruma's preplanned route, which took him through so many twists and turns it took three times as long to reach the warehouse than it normally would. But it kept their hideout safe, from police and 'well meaning' authorities and even rival gangs, as far as Sena could tell.
Once inside, he was nearly jumped on by Monta. "Sena, good timing MAX! We're starving!" Without warning he snatched one of the bags from the short brunet, rifling through it. "Bananas! Awesome MAX!" With lightspeed quickness the monkey-like teenager peeled the fruit and shoved it in his mouth.
Seconds later Monta was forced to duck as a rain of bullets shot past overhead. "Hey, fucking monkey! Save some damn food for the rest of us!" Hiruma's words preceded Hiruma himself, the tall, lanky blond scowling down at the two misfits, sub-machine gun resting against his shoulder. "Did you have any problems, fucking shrimp?"
"N-no," Sena shook his head. There had been a rather vicious bulldog shortly after he outran the shopkeeper, but it had only managed to get a grip on his pant leg before he managed to shake the dog off (ruining the fabric in the process).
"Good." Hiruma grabbed both bags in one hand (ignoring Monta's mumbled protest), raising them above his head. "Hey, fucking kids! Food's here!"
"Fugo!" The first one to arrive was Komusubi, jumping out from behind a pile of crates. Smaller than even Monta and Sena, Komusubi was one of the newest members of the Devilbat gang. His father had died in a car accident, and his mother had been unable to support them both. Kurita had found him one day and brought him to Hiruma, begging his friend to let him stay. Hiruma had relented, and Komusubi had joined their group. He soon proved useful in situations where they needed someone with Kurita's power, but with greater speed.
"Did you get any manga?" Sena jumped slightly as the Hah Hah brothers walked up behind him. When he shook his head (how would he have time to steal manga?) Toganou grunted. "Then what good are you?"
Juumonji punched his friend in the shoulder. "He's good if you want to eat, idiot."
"Manga's just as important as food," Toganou muttered, fishing around in the bag.
"Only to otaku like you," Kuroki grinned cheekily as he snagged a block of cheese, tearing it out of the wrapper. The three Hah Hah brothers were true runaways, leaving good food, warm houses, and families. They would growl whenever somebody asked, but Juumoji had once mentioned to Sena that their families had kept trying to tear them apart. To three people closer than family, Sena could almost understand their decision.
Family. Sena looked over the half-assembled Devilbat gang. "Hiruma-san, where are Kurita-san, Musashi-san, and Yukimitsu-san?"
Hiruma pursed his lips as though attempting to blow a bubble, and frowned as though he just realized he'd run out of gum yesterday. "The fucking fatass and fucking old man are on another food run. Fucking forehead is out looking at a place for me."
"We're moving again?" Sena tried not to sound like he was whining.
"We've been here for over three months, fucking shrimp. It's time to go."
The brunet sighed, but didn't argue. There was no use arguing with Hiruma anyway - not only did he not listen (and you were likely to get shot), he was almost invariably right to begin with.
Sena's hand slipped into his pocket, searching for the item he'd put there earlier. "Umm...Hiruma-san..." Anything else he might have said was interrupted as Monta crashed into him from behind, the two of them collateral damage in the sudden fight that had erupted between the Hah Hah brothers and Komusubi. Pandemonium suddenly broke loose in a spray of bullets as Hiruma started yelling, threatening his unruly companions with danger, death, and all things horrible and unmentionable.
That's when Kurita and Musashi arrived. "Sena-kun!" Kurita yelled, rushing toward the petite teenager. Sena, in the middle of standing, couldn't run away in time and stared in horror as the gentle giant of the Devilbats ran at him, arms loaded with bags spread wide to give him a bone-crushing hug.
The brunet sighed in relief as strong arms lifted him out of the path of destruction. "Thanks, Musashi-san."
"No problem, kid. Hey, Kurita, if you charge like that you'll squash people."
"Ahahahaha..." Kurita had no time to apologize as he was plowed into by Komusubi (who felt closest to him) and the three brothers. Sena and Musashi watched as Hiruma stalked up to the large dogpile, a snarl on his face.
"It's a good family," the older teen commented.
Sena agreed. ------ It was long into the night by the time all the food was distributed and eaten, and plans for moving had been explained by Hiruma (which nearly resulted in another fight). Sena had finally settled down for the evening, back resting against the brick wall, a threadbare blanket wrapped around his shoulders and knees. Monta was curled up beside him, sound asleep - the two often slept next to each other for warmth on chilly nights. Kurita was sprawled out nearby on the floor, Musashi next to him and Komusubi curled up on his stomach, the threesome each snoring loud enough to wake the dead. The Hah hah brothers were even further away, far enough to be aloof but close enough to be a part of the group - just like they were when awake.
As for Hiruma...Sena was jolted out of his half-doze as the lanky, blond teenager sat down next to him, their sides nearly touching as Hiruma folded his hands behind his head. They sat in silence for a long moment, until Sena remembered what he wanted to give his companion earlier. "Hiruma-san..." the brunet fished around in his pocket, pulling out a packet of sugar free gum, "for you". Hiruma stared at it a moment before plucking the gum out of Sena's palm, popping a couple of sticks and chewing blissfully.
"...Thank you." Sena nodded, a warm feeling spreading through his chest at the acknowledgement. "Tomorrow, you and I will see about 'acquiring' you a new pair of pants." He nodded toward the pant leg mangled by the bulldog this afternoon.
"Okay, Hiruma-san." The brunet yawned, eyelids drooping as sleep came to claim him. He was so exhausted from running all day, he didn't notice when he slid sideways, resting against Hiruma's side.
Popping a bubble, Hiruma moved his arm to a more comfortable position around Sena's shoulders and closed his eyes.
(He couldn't wait to see the look on the fucking pipsqueak's face tomorrow.)