Fucking Handcuff

By. Jillian Leonhart

Jill: I own Eyeshield 21!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hiruma: (kick the door to Jill's room open) YA—HA!

Jill: (wide eyed as dark aura filled her tiny room) What the Hell?!!! What are you doing here!!?? You're just fictional character!!!! There's no way you can be here!!!

Hiruma: Shut the fuck up! And do the fucking disclaimer!! There's no fucking way you own Eyeshield 21 (smirked then shoots Jill with machine gun) DRRRRRRTTTT!!!!

Jill: (dies)

Hiruma: Oh shit… She dies… Like hell I care. Oi fucking manager!! Do the fucking disclaimer!!

Mamori: (came inside and saw Jill covered in blood in front of computer) O my God!! Jill-san!! Hiruma-kun!! What have you done??!!

Hiruma: Nothing. Just do the fucking disclaimer now!!!

Mamori: (sigh) Sumimasen, mina-san. Jillian doesn't own Eyeshield just has some of the mangas.

Jill: (comes back to life) I own Eyeshield 21!!!!!

Hiruma: (shoots her back to death) Kekekekeke!!!!

"Hey, Fucking Manager! Go fucking home! It's fucking late and the party's over." Hiruma approached the slumping manager on the roulette table. Her face was buried on her folded arm on the table. She snapped her head up at Hiruma's snarl and found the quarterback was already in front of her. Looking down at her with an annoyed look.

An idiotic grin plastered on her face before Mamori swiftly grabbed Hiruma's wrist and pulled him down beside her.

Couldn't react by the sudden action, Hiruma let himself being pulled down to sat beside her. 'Something's fucking wrong.' He concludes.

"Oi!! What's that fucking for?!!" he jerked his wrist from Mamori's grasp and was ready to wash her with his colorful language, but Mamori quickly catch his lips and blocked every curse he'd be throwing at her, with her lips.

WHIIIIIRRRR!!!!!!!

Every gear inside Hiruma's brain started spinning like crazy, whistling, cracking, before busted up and completely stopped working. The felt of her smooth lips caressing his rough one, switched on his teenage hormone, and commanded him to kiss back. Cut off every logical sense in his brain, that made him didn't bother to wonder what had gotten into the Manager to act this aggressive.

She laced her delicate hand on his spiky bleach-blonde hair. The massage she gave to his scalp made his eyelids grew heavy. He stalked his arms around her slim waist and pressed her body against him. Their body heat up and sweat was beginning to form on both flushed face. His sharp canines grazed the corner of her lips and he could taste the metallic of blood. She opened her mouth to moan, and his tongue automatically darted inside. He swallowed her moan and could feel it vibrates inside his throat.

"Ngh…" he grunted. He ran his tongue inside her mouth. Savoring the faint sweet of creampuff and the strong taste of alcohol.

'Did she drank the sake?' he toughs. CKLIK! He heard the sound of clicking metal but ignored it and continues making a circular motion against her back with his right hand. Causing another moan to come from Mamori's mouth. He couldn't control his body. It's going on its own will. Desperate for more contact. More skin. More… More… More… He wanted her… Hiruma didn't like the look of the things. He didn't like being not in control and didn't know what's going to happen next. It felt so wrong. But, why did it felt so good??

Weird sound of protest coming from deep within his chest as Mamori pulled back and grinned at him like an idiot. Mamori Anezaki then declared with thick drunken brawl," Youichi Hiruma, you are (hiccup) under arrest for (hiccup) stealing my heart without (hiccup) permission… (hiccup)!!!"CKLIK! Another metal clicking sound ended her declaration. Hiruma raised an eyebrow and searched for the source of the annoying clicking sound, which was a pair of handcuff that had already encircled on his and her wrist.

"Where the hell did you get that fucking handcuff, Fucking Manager?!!"

"That's… a (hiccup) se…cret… (hiccup)…"

'She's fucking drunk…' he knew something was wrong… "Quit your joking around Fucking Manager! You're fucking drunk. Now, give me the fucking key!" he stretched his left hand that was not handcuffed, demanding the key which was dangling on Mamori's fingers.

Mamori shakes her head, "Nu-uh!!! I said that (hiccup) you are under arrest!!! (hiccup). I won't let (hiccup) let you go be (hiccup) fore you give back my (hiccup) heart!!!"

"Whatever, Fucking manager. Just, give me the fucking key!!" he lunged for the key, but Mamori was quick on her reflect, drunken or not. She quickly jerked the key backward. Sending her lied flat on her back, with Hiruma stumbled on top of her. They stared at each other. Mamori with drunken grin, Hiruma with annoyed look.

As a plan formed inside her drunken mind, her grin widened. Swiftly, Mamori slipped the key inside her bra. Leaving Hiruma with a rare gawked expression.

"FUCKING MANAGER!!!" he screamed in frustration, not be able to do anything. Sure, he's twisted. But he's not that twisted, to rip a drunken girl's clothes apart, inside an empty clubhouse, in the middle of the night. On the other hand, Mamori just kept grinning. She pushed him from atop of her and, this time, it's her turn to pin him down. Her half lidded eyes stared straight at his annoyed aquamarine.

"(hiccup) Now… give (hiccup) my heart (hiccup) back…" then, she collapsed on top of him.

"Fucking shit!!!" he cursed out loud.

The end (may be)

A/N: Review please… And, tell me who I made OOC this time. And, should I continue or just make it a one-shot like this?? Please tell me the grammatical errors… thank you for reading my fic… (bow)...