Mrs. Anezaki was not a threatening woman, when she was growing up ladies were taught to be proper and soft-spoken, a rule this single mother still obeyed………most of the time. But for every rule there is an exception. A certain limit one will go. Hiruma Yorichi was that limit.
She remembered that night well. Mrs. Anezaki had been in the kitchen baking a lovely pan of pumpkin muffins (It was pouring outside and pumpkin muffins are simply made for chilly weather.) when he walked in. Lucifer himself.
His very presence seemed to set the throw rug on fire, pictures cracked and the disgruntled teen stepped on the cat six times. Cackling hard as he tortured Snuggles . Hiruma strolled to the base of the stairs. Scribbling furiously in to his threat book.
"How cute…. a diary," Mrs. Anezaki had thought. She smiled, he must be that football team boy!" then the woman went back to her precious muffins.
"Oi, Fucking Manager!" That boy bellowed, white fangs glistening.
Mamori's mother froze. Profanity, in her house, referring to her darling child! She marched up to give that child a stern talking to and would only give him the burnt muffins. Then that…that thing went way, way, to far.
He. Had. Not. Taken. His. Boots. Off.
When he had turned to face her, she saw. His shoes, wet and muddy were on her carpet. The floors were ruined. She tried to scream but no sound came out.
"What do you want?" Hiruma demanded rather rudely.
Silence.
"Well?"
Silence.
"If you don't have anything to do will you get that brat of yours down here…she forgot to pick up the training equipment."
Silence.
"Stop staring at me Fucking Manager Mommy!"
That's when she snapped.
"Listen you mother-fucker, get out of my fucking house or I will fucking gut you like a fucking fish and turn your fucking balls into fucking pie….you understand me you shit eater!"
Hiruma for the first time in his life, was terrified.
"You understand me you fucking retard?" Mrs. Anezaki screamed
"Yes…"
I can't hear you Spaz !"
"YES!"
With that he ran out of the house and into the rain, too scared to look back.
Mrs. Anezaki smiled, nodded, and got out the mop. Humming softly. She wondered if her muffins were ready.