It's Raining
By. Jillian Leonhart
Disclaimer: Hey! Do I look like Riichiro Inagaki or Yusuke Murata?? No? Good… We understand each other…
A/N: The first shoot for this. This fic's dedicated to Anim-chan!! My country-mate!!
The sky was dark that morning. Dark clouds hung up the sky. Seems like it was going to rain. And Mamori Anezaki, member of disciplinary committee, Deimon's honor student, and the Devil Bats manager, was running toward Deimon High's gate. She was late.
'Oh God! I overslept! I couldn't get much sleep last night because of that Ojo's match video I had to analyze!' she tough as she kept running towards the school gate. The gate's finally come to vision. Not even a single student in sight. 'Oh no! I really am late!' she tough. Suddenly, the rain poured. In full force!
"What the…" she was shocked by the sudden change of weather. She stopped and fumbling trough her bag for an umbrella. The rain was quickly drenched her form and the cold air started sipping trough her damp uniform. While she still rummaging inside her bag, suddenly the raindrops stopped hitting her as the cold air around her was replaced by warmth from someone beside her. She looked up to see who was shielding her from the rain, then she saw the blonde quarterback, his usually spiky hair was down and covered part of his face. His hands were holding his uniform jacket, shielding them from the rain. He was looking down at her with a frown. "What the hell are you doing damn manager? Run!" he commanded her. And to her surprise, her body was like moving in its own will. Running with him under his jacket, towards the school building.
Once they got inside, Hiruma shook the rain away from his jacket before wearing it again. Mamori stared at his back. Then a blush was forming on her cheeks when she realized what had just happened. Hiruma just shielding her from the rain with his jacket! The demon of Deimon, shielding the angel of Deimon from the rain with his jacket!
"Hiruma… Th" she was cut off before she could say thanks
"Shut up. Damn manager! We're late for class! " he said as he walked the corridor to their class. Hands in his pocket.
Mamori smiled and followed him.
The End
A/N: Grammatical errors are all mine!!! No one can steal them from me!! Review please! It lets me know that someone is reading my work… Thank you!!