Hiruma's eyes bore into Mamori's.
You love me don't you?
Mamori shifted uneasily.
"I'm not ready, Hiruma."
Don't you love me?
"I... I should go to my next class."
I just asked you to marry me and the only thing you can think about is your next class? You gotta be freakin' kidding me!
Mamori turned to leave and Hiruma grabbed her arm tightly.
"Hiruma!"
"Will you at least think about it?"
I won't force you into this, but my patience is running thin.
Mamori was silent. Maybe the truth wasn't that she wasn't ready, but maybe the truth was she didn't love him.
"I will think about it..."
Ring. Ring. Ring!
"We should go to class."
Hiruma let go of Mamori and watched her head off to her next class. He smirked a little as she entered her next class. An evil plan had formed in his mind.
Musashi looked at Hiruma somewhat nervously. Hiruma had an evil grin on which had Musashi slightly worried. Hiruma must have some sort of evil plan that needed Musashi's assistance.
"Old man, I need you help with something."
Musashi groaned inwardly.
I knew it...
"What is it, Hiruma? I don't have a lot of time to waste."
"Ke ke ke. It won't take up too much time. I just need your cooperation."
Hiruma whispered softly in Musashi's ear.
"What? Are you insane, Hiruma?"
Hiruma just smiled crookedly at Musashi.
"It'll work out perfectly. Just make those arrangements."
Musashi stared dumbfounded at Hiruma. He just had to be joking! This plan was not going to work!
"See you later, old man."
Musashi sighed. If this didn't work, Musashi would be have a lot of explaining to do to several people. He wasn't sure if he wanted to face them if things went wrong. Hiruma said everything would work, but Musashi still had his doubts. Well, he did not have time to dillydally, it was time to get to work.
Hiruma leaned back in his chair. He had a pen in his mouth and crumpled pieces of paper all around his desk and and chair. He would have thrown them in his wastebasket but it was already filled with crumpled papers. His plan was in motion... but it wasn't going as fast as he hoped. He was stuck.
This is harder than I thought...
Hiruma took his pen out of his mouth. Maybe if he wrote it like this.
Dear Mamori,
I love you, but knowing you do not love me back is more than I can bear.
Hiruma crumpled up the paper. That sounded waaaay to sappy. Totally not his normal style! It had to be something he would normally right or it wouldn't be convincing.
Hey stupid manager,
Hiruma smirked now that was more like it.
You're always causin' some sort of trouble. Well, I've had all I can take from you. So, to make you happy, I'm killin' myself. Hope you're happy. You won't be called stupid manager anymore, but I'll haunt you from hell.
Hiruma read through his letter and grinned. This would be convincing.
"Ke ke ke."
Mamori was in for a surprise. He couldn't wait to see her reaction to his wicked plan. Hiruma dug around his desk looking for an envelope.
"Where'd I put that stupid envelope?"
Hiruma pushed a pile of crumpled papers under his bed. Come on! That envelope had to be somewhere!