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Rose Red Ch.1

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"Hey! Fucking Manger! Where's the damn info on Enma?" a voice rang out.

"Call me by my name!" another voice rang out.

A tall, spiky blonde haired man leaned back into chair, snatching papers out of the hands of an auburn haired girl.

"Hmph, Damn Mamori," he said, shifting through the papers, "Is this all?"

"Yes, Yoichi, it is," Mamori sighed. Her below shoulder length hair shifted from a small breeze that came through an open window. The two were alone in the Saikyoudai football team clubhouse. Hiruma continued to look through the papers. Mamori turned her back to him, and was about to walk away, when he grabbed her arm and pulled her back. She fell unto his lap.

"Yoichi…." She said as his arms wrapped around her. He continued to look at the papers, as he got closer. Mamori just sighed, she was used to him showing his affection at weird times like this.

"Hmm? What's this?" he said. Mamori looked at him as he held an envelope up. She tried to reach for it, but he held it back with a grin on his face.

"That's mine," she said, "I got it this morning," she reached over Hiruma, till she was basically on top of him, "Yoichi, give It back!"

Hiruma grinned, happy at the outcome that was happening. His smile slightly faltered when he saw the return address on the envelope. With his free hand, he brought Mamori back into his lap, and opened the envelope to see the letter inside.

"Hey!" Mamori protested, but he continued to take the letter out and read it. His green eyes darted back and forth as he read the letter, he wasn't able to finish because Mamori was able to snatch it out of his hands, "You shouldn't read other peoples mail," she huffed.

"Are you going?" he asked, eyeing her. She slightly blushed as his emerald green eyes met her ocean blue eyes. She shuffled a bit in his lap, trying to get off, but he continued to hold her there. I guess he read it all, she thought. She looked at the letter herself.

"When I got this strange invite, I thought it was a joke, but it seems real enough to me," she said, "But no, it says other people will be there, but I won't know any of them," she continued to explain.

"Well you're going," he said gruffly, reaching over to his bag that sat below his chair, taking a piece of paper out, "because I was invited too," he said, showing off his letter. Mamori snatched it out of his hand and read it. He took it back, "weren't you the one who just said one shouldn't read another's mail?"

She leaned against his chest, slightly frowning, "You got one?"

"Got this damn letter this morning like you, and it sounds fun," he leaned his face closer to Mamori's, "and with you there, it will be even more fun," he grinned wickedly, as he got closer.

*BANG*

The door to the club room opened loudly, and in came Argon. He saw Mamori jump away from Hiruma, he sneered.

"Get a damn room, you trashes," he said as he walked by. He headed for his locker, checking to make sure he had all his gear in order for the next game, though he didn't miss Mamori crumpling a piece of paper in her hand, like as if she was trying to hide it, "So got any new plans to go against those trash small fry's?"

Hiruma grinned evilly in reply, "Of course damn dreads," he brought the back the papers Mamori had given him earlier, "I already figured how we can beat the damn pipsqueaks,"

Argon sneered again and took a seat.

Mamori shuffled towards her own personal locker, and placed her letter in it. For some reason, I have a weird feeling that if Argon had seen this letter, something bad will happen.

Out of the corner of his eye, Argon watched Mamori's every move, and that paper caught his attention. It's seems the trash's girlfriend is trying to hide something from me. A growl caught his attention, and he turned his head to look at Hiruma. He caught Argon looking at Mamori, he knew he tried to hit on Mamori before. Hiruma also knew Mamori will never go for someone like Argon, but it doesn't mean he likes Argon looking at her.

Mamori also heard the growl from Hiruma, and turned to see the two best players on the football team glare at each other. Oh, what did they do now? She sighed. She check the wall clock, it was almost five.

"I've got to go, Yoichi," she said, picking her stuff up from the nearby desk.

"Hm?" Hiruma twisted his head to look at his girlfriend, "Where the fuck to do you have to go?"

Mamori frowned, "I have to go to my job," she headed out the door.

"Wait," Hiruma said, getting out of his chair, "I'll walk you,"

Surprise lit up on Mamori's face, and she blushed, "Alright," she said. The two walked out the door together. Argon leaned back in his chair to catch a glance of the two holding hands before the door closed behind them. He waited for a few more minutes, making sure they'll a good bit away.

His chair scrapped across the floor as he got up and walked over to the lockers. He stopped at Mamori's, and reaching in, he took out a crumpled piece of paper. He walked back to the table, and smoothed the piece out.

He silently read the piece, grinning as he continued.

Mrs. Mamori Anezaki,

You are cordially invited to stay the weekend of March 3rd through March 5th at our esteemed house, Rose Red.

You and a few others have been invited to stay.

Rose Red is a large estate belonging to my family, and to help me decide on a decision I plan to make, you and the others were invited to stay for three days and two nights to explore the house, giving me details on what you think.

Your help will be greatly appreciated.

You can decline if you want.

I do hope you can come and enjoy the stay,

Dr. Joyce Reardon

Address: The intersection of Sakura Street and Sixth Avenue


  • Argon sneered. Isn't Rose Red that supposedly haunted house? He thought, a plan formed into his head, maybe I can give the lovebird trash a scare.
Its Eyeshield 21 meeting Rose Red!
Couples, OOC, Character deaths

E21 @ Riichiro Inagaki
Rose Red @ Stephen King
Fan Fic @ Me!!
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