Author's note: This is my first fanfic about Hiruma and Mamori. I hope it's good. I'm sure there are rainy days during spring in Japan. The first time i went there was somewhere in between May and June. It rained once and only then did i understand what Rain boots are for. There's not much HiruMamo in this chapter. There are more in Chapter 2 and 3.
Chapter 1: The odd rainy week = No morning training.
The weather that week was odd. Rain kept pouring down on Tokyo that the sales of umbrella skyrocketed. The spring tournament was coming soon. Half of the team was in their third years. The third year were able to play in the spring tournament so The Devil Bats will be playing in their last tournament together before the Fall. It was also a great time to gather new members and see them preform on the field. However, Kurita and Komusubi took this time to get sick. Hence Kurita's Dad barred both from attending school that particular day. It wasn't surprising since the two had always practice from 2am onwards and that was the time the rain poured down from the heaven mercilessly.
Hiruma was pissed at the news and called Kurita the same day. "Damn Fatty and Damn Fatty Jr! You better get well before the start of the match or I'm going to put holes in your Damn bodies!" He shouted through the phone with guns a blazing. "Stop that!" Mamori's voice could be heard in the background, "Stop putting holes in the ceiling! And that's not how you talk to people who are not well!"
Kurita couldn't help but smile even though he felt really sad. "Sorry," he said sadly "We thought it would be the same like training under the waterfall."
That made Hiruma erupt with incomprehensible shouting's and gunshots while Mamori's sweet voice filled the background (miraculously my I add as the gunshots were loud.) but more miraculous were the sound of Sena's 'Hiiiiieeee~!' and Monta's 'Mukyaaaaaa~!' in the confusing mix.
Kurita smiled "But I'm glad everyone is still healthy. Don't worry about us Hiruma. We'll be fit and healthy tomorrow!"
"You better be Damn Fatty!" was all Hiruma felt like saying and hung up. 'Che! He's the last person I thought who'd get sick!'
"Listen you Damn Chibis!" Hiruma aimed his gun to the others, "Anyone get sick from now on will face the death penalty!"
'Hiiiiee~! I must not fall sick!' Sena thought as his little body tremble.
"Don't worry. Just stay out of the rain and we'll be fine." Mamori assured him as though she could read the boy's thoughts.
"But what about morning training?" Monta asked.
"What do you think Damn Monkey? We'll drill on the strategies until I can find a big enough gym." Hiruma said flatly as he took out his black notebook.
"ACHOOOOO!" Every head in the clubroom turned to the source.
"Ah, Excuse me." said Yukimitsu, "That isn't what you think! I… I just have allergies… yes, allergies!"
Gunshot filled the air on that cold gloomy evening. Then almost everyone within the clubroom burst out of the door and ran hectically away as the devil look-a-like chased them out.
"Get home and get warm or I'll fucking burn you!" Hiruma yelled.
"I guess the weather is not the only odd thing these pass few days." said the only person unaffected by the threats. "It's nice of you to be worried about everyone's health. Yesterday you seem like you'd drill them all into the muddy ground."
"Che. Sick people are useless in a match. And what are you smiling about? The death penalty applies to you too, Damn Manager. Just because you're not playing on the field doesn't mean you could get sick and slack off."
"I'll have you know that I don't get sick easily." She said as a matter of fact. Then, as always, she went around the clubroom putting all the chairs and fallen papers back in place.
"It's late. Just leave those for now." Hiruma said as Mamori were about to fold the laundry.
"But-" Mamori turned but Hiruma had left, leaving the door open. It was only 6 but it was already dark.
She gave a small sigh and decided that he's right. It was getting late and she did feel a little tired than usual.
'Alright. I'll come by early tomorrow and finish cleaning.'
She gathered her things, switched off the lights and left.
Thus, there was that few days where there was less morning training for the Deimon high American Football club. Those were the day that Mamori discovered something surprising about Hiruma.