Devils Snare

by Reiko Katsura

Series: Eyeshield 21

Pairing: Hiruma/Sena

Genre: M

Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21. No copyright infringement intended.

Summary: Another one of Hiruma’s extreme plans. Only, maybe this one will have an outcome that even the devil himself hadn’t foreseen. Then again… maybe not. Hiruma/Sena. Yaoi.

A/N 1: Think of this as an AU. I’ll try to keep the characters as IC as I can, but OOC-ness may occur to suit the story. Also, disregard basically everything that has to do with the Christmas Bowl, since I’m pretty much making things my own there.

A/N 2: Konnichiwa! Hello, everyone. I’m pretty new to the Eyeshield 21 Fandom. Really new, actually. This isn’t my first time writing fan fiction, however. To put it simply, I’m a major Eyeshield fan, and even more a Yaoi one. It’s a little hard to see Hiruma and Sena together, but not altogether impossible—so here I am, experimenting with the pair. Of all the fan fiction I’ve written, I don’t think I’ve ever come across a character quite like Hiruma. Don’t blame me if you see some resemblances to Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter) and Kakashi Hatake (Naruto) in his character. I'll get used to him pretty soon, though. Well, without further ado, please enjoy “Devil Snare”.

Chapter 1: Instincts and Intuition

Sena Kobayakawa had always felt that he had good instincts. After all, it had been his instincts that saved him while he was the class gopher back in elementary and middle school. It had been his instincts that told him to join Deimon’s American football team as a secretary. It had been his instincts that urged him not to get on the wrong side of Hiruma, lest he faced the blonde-devils’ mighty wrath (and guns).

So, when Hiruma gathered all the usual members of the football team and announced that he had invented a new strategy to defeat the Straight Hornets in the next challenge of the tournament, and Sena had a bad feeling about it, he really should have followed his instincts and run far away from the Devil Bat’s club room. Here’s where the problem lay, however: by following his current instinct, Sena would be forced to ignore the instinct that made it clear that defying Hiruma would only lead to very bad things. And so Sena was left with a decision-- he was to either tell that instinct to shut up and make a run for the hills, or ignore the new one that was nagging and tugging at his heart-strings altogether.

When Hiruma popped his head out of the club house, his sharp teeth bared in a menacing smile, and fired his newly equipped shot-gun at Sena, the brunette wasn’t left with much of an option.

“Fucking chibi, get over here!”

Sena swallowed. “Y-yes!”

And so Sena trudged towards what felt to be his impending doom.

-X-

“Now listen up,” Hiruma raked his eyes over the members of his team from where he sat majestically at his desk, his cleat-clad feet crossed on top of the table. “I’ve found a way to win against the Straight Hornets.”

That had everyone’s attention immediately.

“H-how?” Yukimitsu asked, stammering. He and Monta had been the ones who Hiruma assigned to record a scrimmage between the Straight Hornets and the Raging Leopards from the Kanto district. They had returned to the team distraught and pale, and it had taken only a minute of viewing what they had recorded to understand why. The Straight Hornets were a brutal team, and their line clearly matched that of the Taiyo Sphinx’s. Their running back, a third year named Masahiro Ueno, was almost as fast as Sena was, with arms as long as the Zokugaku Chameleon’s Rui Habashira. The game had ended with the Hornets in a 43 point lead, despite the fame and strategic gaming style of the Leopards. It had been almost frightening to watch.

Hiruma turned his gaze on Yukimitsu, his expression almost bored. Yukimitsu flinched backwards, regretting speaking out. As if Hiruma had been waiting for such a reaction, his lips tugged at the corners and his face split into a fierce, devious grin.

“By being gay.”

Sena froze, and looked at Hiruma was huge, alarmed eyes. In the back he could hear Jumonji, Kuroki, and Togano—the infamous “Huh-huh bros”— reiterating their usual bouts of “Huh?” (times three). Everyone else had remained deathly silent, and more than ever, Sena had half a mind to bolt.

“What?!” The team suddenly launched, tossing questions and comments back and forth. Sena couldn’t pay attention to anything they were saying, though, since the dread in his chest was becoming almost overwhelming. He was pulled out of his suffering when the sound of a gun going off reverberated throughout the small room. Everyone instantaneously winced, stilled, and quieted.

Hiruma cackled. “You all heard me correctly; the ticket to beating the Straight Hornets is… by being gay,” he eyed everyone once more before continuing, “Sources confirm that the entire team, if not the whole school, is deathly afraid of homosexuals. With two weeks to the game, if we manage to have everyone believe that at least two members of our team are gay, we can create a block against them in both defense and offense. They wouldn’t dare go near a member of ours who was bent.”

Quiet. Aside from the ringing in Sena’s ears, he thought it was so painfully quiet.

“Of course, we’ll have to be discreetly obvious. If we just come out and say that we’re gay, the Hornets will start to suspect. That would ruin the plan. Two of our team mates will pretend to date, get seen around a bit in town and at other football events, have people suspect, and then come out with a bam—” Hiruma shot his gun again, and Sena shivered, “just the like that. Come game time, the Hornet’s will be squirming on their benches. None of them would want to come out to play, and those who have no choice will try to steer clear of us.”

Hiruma began to cackle again.

“So… we’re going to use their case of Max homophobia against them?” Monta said, wondrously.

“Hell yes, monkey!” Hiruma hissed.

“B-but,” Yukimitsu objected tentatively, “h-how do you know that’s t-true?”

The blonde-devil narrowed his eyes. “Do you question my sources, baldy?”

Scared, Yukimitsu shook his head and backed up behind Monta.

“Any other questions?” Hiruma drawled, a pale gum-bubble growing from his mouth.

“No? Good—”

“Wait!” Jumonji interrupted. “Who’s going to be the one who’s…um….ah….”

“Right!” Togaku and Kuroki nodded, “’Cause there’s no way in hell it’s going to be one of us!”

“M-me neither,” Yukimitsu glanced around him, “my mother--”

Hiruma snorted indifferently. “I already have two people in mind.”

“Who is it, Hiruma-kun?” Mamori asked tentatively, and pushed a limp Sena behind her, as if to protect her from any decision Hiruma would make.

Hiruma snorted again, and Sena cowered. Everything was clicking into place. The bad feeling, the calculating look Hiruma had given him earlier that day, the sense of doom—

“Myself, and…..”

—and two days ago Hiruma had asked him what he felt about homosexuality. He had told him that he didn’t know… since he never really thought about it. People were people, right? And Hiruma had looked at him thoughtfully, and then smirked. Sena had been confused before, but now everything was so devastatingly falling into the place.

“…. the fucking chibi.”

Sena whimpered. He should have run for the hills.

A/N: The chapters will all be short, but not nearly as short as this one. Probably in the 2-3k range. Well, I hope you enjoyed this. Review, please! Ch 2 will be up tomorrow.