Title: Pulp Fiction

Author: gogodgene

Series: Eyeshield 21

Pairing: Musashi x Hiruma

Rating: PG-13? (For gun innuendos and use of the word 'cock')

Disclaimer: Obviously, none of this is mine, or else I wouldn't be writing fanfiction.

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It was a question he had been meaning to ask for a while now. He knew the two were good friends; great friends. They had been through a lot together and still continued to traverse forward.

Of course, Sena would be the first to admit that his brain wasn't as fast as his legs, but was it him, or did those two seem a little more friendly than they should be? Hiruma seemed to get this look in his eyes whenever everyone was packing up to leave after practice, which would inevitably leave himself and Musashi alone. Not only that, but he had seen the quarterback grab the other's butt once.

Which just isn't something male friends do, close or not.

Although, this was Hiruma, and well, Hiruma really didn't do anything close to normal. The mohawked kicker had yelled at the blonde, too, so Sena figured it was a cruel prank.

But the other night, after practice, was too close a call.

Their faces had been a smidge to close for his liking.

Maybe he was overreacting.

"U-uh, Hiruma-sempai?" The blonde looked over to the short high schooler, who was currently taking a break from training. Hiruma had only been sitting down because his precious Thompson SMG had started acting up again, refusing to spit bullets. Of course, he always kept his Steyr TMP close just in case such a thing would happen. He couldn't let these jackholes have a day off just because his SMG was on the fritz.

"Yeah, shrimp?" He answered nonchalantly.

"How do, uh, Musashi and you keep staying good friends after all this time?" It took a minute for the quarterback to answer, but when he did, the mischeivious grin that seemed to be his trademark, was in place of the concentrated look he had moments ago.

"Well, shrimp, if there's one thing ya gotta know about me, it's that my favorite movie of all time has got ta be, Pulp Fiction." Sena silently asked himself what this had to do with anything. "Do you know why?" The runner shook his head. "It's because my favorite gun of all time is in that movie. Do you know what that is?" Another head shake. Where was the mental quarterback going with all this? "It's called the Handcannon. It's a Model 500 Revolver that's double-action, produced by Smith & Wesson. It's praised as being the world's most powerful revolver, and has a recoil kick to scare most people away from using it.

"And, well, shrimp, that little introduction comes down to this fact. If there's one thing you have to know about the fuckin' old-man, it's that he has a Handcannon as a co-," Sena's poor virgin ears remained untouched as a strong hand suddenly clamped down on the blonde's mouth. The runningback looked up to the too-old-looking student with confusion.

"Don't mind him. He's just talkin' nonsense." Said bigger football player dragged the crazy, gun-enthusiast away, frowning the whole time. When they were a good distance away, the mohawked kicker glared at the blonde. "What in the hell was that?"

"But your cock is a Handcannon! I was just tellin' the fuckin' shrimp the truth." Musashi sighed, glad that he had intervened at that moment.

"Well, your mouth is like a rocket launcher, dammit."

"How's that?"

"It's loud and unstoppable." Youichi smiled.

Musashi could bitch all he wanted to, but Hiruma knew what the man liked.