300+ Anime & Manga Prompt Oneshots/Drabbles

Earring - Hiruma Yoichi

Prompt: Earring
Characters: Hiruma Yoichi & The Devil Bats
Series: Eyeshield 21
O.C: Onikita Kyourin
Genre: Comedy
Theme Song: Remedy - Seether
Warnings: Swearing
Date: 26th November 2012
Author's Note: Snippet from a full length story.

"Stop ya fuckin' whimpering!" Hiruma whipped out a machine gun and open-fired on his teammates.

Even being a group of idiots, the victims knew when to run. And so they did, full pelt down the hallway and as far away from that trigger-happy manic as physically possible. It was bad enough when the demonic leader waved his trusty firearms around casually, but today he was in an especially hyper mood. Jūmonji swore the twisted quarterback actually PMS'ed. Unfortunately for the shorter blond, he swore it aloud...And within earshot of their dear Captain. Hence, why the remainder of the Devil Bats were running, ducking and dodging from a bombardment of seemingly endless ammunition.

"Fuckin'!-"

Crash.

Along with the sound of a collision, the shooting stopped, as did the shabbily strung together curses.

Not being too bright, Deimon's football team stopped giving it legs and surrendered to their curiosity. Whatever had stopped their gun toting friend was definitely worth checking out. Strategically looking around the corner – which was more like Sena getting pushed straight out into the open first – the boys blinked, unable to comprehend what was going on.

"I said watch where you're fuckin' going, punk." A female loomed over the floored commander and sneered. She was obviously from another planet. That was the only sound reason for such an attitude. Especially with that devil of a man.

Hiruma just smirked at the student before him. It didn't seem to faze him in the slightest that this 'student' had acquired his firearm and was waving it readily in his face.

"Che! Fuckin' tits, why don't ya just give that back and fuck off?" The blond Quarterback mocked.

His opponent on the other hand, crouched down to the lounging boy and glared back with twice as much force. "You want it?" She shook the gun from side to side nonchalantly before shooting back up to a standing position. "Fetch!" With an almighty swing, the delinquent girl hurled the weapon out of the third floor window.

As one would imagine, the people who knew the Commander from Hell recoiled in horror. Everyone knew the Hiruma spent just as much time polishing his prized weapons just as much as he did practice. Like an explosion, the devil incarnate sprung from his spot on the floor, only to tackle the girl back to the ground. "Fuckin' bitch. What did ya do that for?!"

The horrified teammates rushed in to save the girl from her certain doom. Or so they thought.

Stopping only a few feet away, the other members could see that the scuffle wasn't entirely one-sided. Sure, Hiruma had pinned the girl down and had an unyielding grip on her face, but the opposition had a fist full of his hair and was yanking him down viciously with just as much force as her legs kicked wildly.

Fussing as usual, Kurita was looking around for help and flapping his arms in panic as he pleaded with his long-time friend to let go of the stranger. "She's just a girl!"

Those words instantly stopped the female's writhing. Her eyes instantly locked onto her next victim and her dark aura flared. "Just a girl?" Shrugging off her previous challenger with an elbow to his face, she jumped up.