Sugar-free
Featuring: Hiruma, Sena
Written by: QuarterbackHiruma and SenaCatchMeIfYouCan21
Word Count: 183
“This isn’t sugar free!” Hiruma’s voice echoed throughout the clubhouse. His foot landed firmly on Sena’s head, squashing it into the ground, “You worthless running back! You steal my last piece of gum and then bring me back this!?” The quarterback threw the gum down on Sena, “This isn’t sugar free! No one likes this type of gum! I should make you run laps until you die!”
“I’m sorry!” Sena pleaded.
“Not good enough!” Hiruma yelled back. Reaching over he grabbed a box of dog biscuits and shoved them down Sena’s shirt. Letting him go, he yelled for his dog, “Cerberos! Attack!”
Hours later Sena was lying on the ground of the practice field. Drool covered him as Cerberos sat on top of him chewing on his head. Hiruma had finished his work for the day. He was locking up the clubhouse when he felt something in his shirt pocket. Feeling into his pocket, the quarterback pulled out a new pack of sugarless gum.
“Oh,” Hiruma said, “I had a fresh pack right here.” The quarterback smiled, “What luck!”
Sena cried happily, “Yay.”
Last Piece
Featuring: Hiruma, Sena
Written by: QuarterbackHiruma and SenaCatchMeIfYouCan21
Word Count: 210
‘This must be Hiruma’s gum,’ Sena thought to himself. He knew that Hiruma loved chewing gum. He always had it with him when he wasn’t playing in games. Sena looked around. Hiruma was no where to be seen. As usual, the quarterback had magically disappeared when he heard the clubhouse needed to be cleaned. Setting the broom aside, Sena walked over and took a piece, ‘I wonder what this tastes like.’
Unfolding it from the wrapper, Sena placed the gum in his mouth and began to chew. The running back turned around to go back to work when he suddenly ran into Hiruma. The quarterback glared down at his running back.
“That was my last piece,” Hiruma said calmly, his look cold and menacing.
“Aw, don’t give me that look, sempai!” Sena smiled weakly, “I will go and get you some more.”
Hiruma raised a brow, “Now?”
“In a bit,” Sena said. Noting the look in Hiruma’s eye, he started to back up some, “unless you want it now and then I would be happy to go and get some for you.”
“You took my last piece,” the quarterback said pulling out a machine gun.
Seeing the flash of metal Sena quickly staggered back to the door, “Gah!! Okay, okay going, going!!”
Blood Drive
Featuring: Hiruma, Sena
Written by: QuarterbackHiruma and SenaCatchMeIfYouCan21
Word Count: 276
Hiruma sat in the clubhouse typing away at his computer. He was focused on his work, looking up football information for their upcoming game. The clubhouse was quiet; the atmosphere was perfect for his concentration. The door to the clubhouse suddenly slid open. Hiruma’s ear twitched feeling the presence enter into the room.
“Hiruma!” Sena exclaimed, “Guess what I did today.” The running back closed the door behind him and took a seat on the bench, “I went and donated blood.”
“Donate blood?” Hiruma shifted his eyes back towards Sena, “Feeding vampires are you?”
“Yeah,” Sena smiled, “Figured I better go ahead and do it. They say that there is a shortage and that they are in desperate need for blood donation. Since I noticed their van figured I would go ahead and get it done.” He stuck out his arm towards the quarterback, displaying his ‘wound’, “See, they got me.”
Hiruma reached over, grabbing Sena’s arm. He pulled him closer, inspecting his injection site and then the rest of his arm, “That’s it?” the quarterback quipped, “Just this spot?”
Sena beamed proudly, “Yep! Just that little spot!”
An evil smile quickly spread across Hiruma’s face, “I can get more blood out of you than that!”
Sena quickly panicked, pulling his arm from Hiruma’s grasp, “No! No more blood!”
“Give me your arm!” Hiruma yelled. He stood up and whistled, “Cerberos!”
Sena’s expression went to complete shock. He bolted out of the clubhouse and took off running down the street. Hiruma smiled. He closed the clubhouse door and went back to his computer. The clubhouse was quiet; the atmosphere was once again perfect for his concentration.
If You Love Something…
Featuring: Hiruma, Sena
Written by: QuarterbackHiruma and SenaCatchMeIfYouCan21
Word Count: 154
“Here you go, shorty,” Hiruma said.
The quarterback dropped a large fat roly poly cat into the running back’s arms. Holding the cat, Sena looked down at it. The cat meowed and snuggled up against Sena’s chest. The running back smiled petting the adorable ball of fur.
‘Is this real?’ Sena thought to himself, ‘Hiruma-sempai gave me a present? And he’s being so nice too. Maybe he’s finally changed!’
“You like it?” Hiruma smiled.
Sena smiled back, “Yes! Very much so! Thank you!”
“Good,” Hiruma replied. His smile suddenly twisted into a wicked grin, “Then save it. Cerberos!”
Sena felt his expression change from happy to shock. Pounding across the pavement, Cerberos, Hiruma’s hell hound, came flying towards him in vicious rage. Holding the cat like a football, Sena yelled in panic, taking off running in the opposite direction.
“Four seconds!” Hiruma exclaimed, writing down Sena’s running time in his notebook, “New record! Ya-ha!”
Training with Hiruma
Featuring: Hiruma, Sena, Mamori
Written by: QuarterbackHiruma and SenaCatchMeIfYouCan21
Word Count: 278
“Ow!” Sena exclaimed.
The gear he had been carrying dropped to the floor with a thud. The running back gripped his hand, looking down to see a deep groove in his finger. As the blood started to seep out of the cut, Sena stuck his finger in his mouth; sucking on it in attempt to stop the bleeding and dull the pain.
Hearing his yell, Hiruma’s ear twitched. He turned around to see Sena standing in a pile of football gear with his finger in his mouth. Hiruma raised a brow, a smug look of agitation spread across his face.
“What are you doing, shorty?” Hiruma asked, leaning in to look at him.
Sena pulled his finger out of his mouth, “Nothing! Nothing! I just cut my finger! That’s all! I’m fine!”
Before Sena could gather up the football equipment, Hiruma reached out and grabbed his hand. Sena was suddenly jerked towards him. The quarterback began to inspect Sena’s finger carefully.
Evil smile intact, Hiruma let out an exclamation, “This is bad! We might have to operate!”
Sena let out a yelp, quickly pulling away, “Don’t you dare!”
Hiruma let out a wicked laugh, “You can still hold a ball with three fingers.” The quarterback reached behind him and suddenly revealed a sharp knife, “Come here!”
In a flash Sena took off, running away from Hiruma, leaving the equipment behind. Hearing all the yelling outside, Mamori, the team’s manager appeared from the clubhouse. She walked up and stood beside Hiruma who was now gathering up the gear himself.
“What are you doing? Are you being bad to Sena!?” Mamori yelled.
Hiruma grinned, “He’s just doing practice runs.”
