A/N: So I'm back again with another HiruMamo fic.! Yay.! This plot bunny has been nagging me for quite sometime now, demanding to be written. Started off as a one-shot but eventually grew to something of a 2-3 shot story. So yeah. Anyway enjoy.! YA-HA.! xD

Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21. But I do enjoy playing tricks on Hiruma and Mamori's relationship.. xD


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Chapter 1

"Please, Mamori-chan…" the petite girl pleaded as she trotted alongside the girl with the chestnut hair. Her own hair bounced above her shoulders as she walked, her ebony locks falling into her eyes.

Mamori held her small stack of papers closer to her chest. "No," she replied firmly, not even glancing in the direction of the dark-haired girl as she continued making her way to Saikyoudai University's American football clubhouse.

"B-but… Y-you're my only hope, Mamori-chan! Please, I beg you!" Mira was on the verge of breaking down and going on her knees. When she decided that there was only one way to get her to stop, she stepped in front of Mamori, blocking her path. The red-haired girl was momentarily taken by surprise, causing her to completely stop in her tracks.

"I'm sorry, but my final answer is a 'no'," Mamori said, trying to put more conviction in her answer, but after seeing the determined look in the bowing girl's face, Mamori knew she would not take 'no' as an answer.

"Please, Mamori-chan! Please, I beg you! You got to help me with my photography project! If you don't, I'll surely fail. Then I won't be able to graduate, and then I won't be able to get a decent job at all, t-then I'll be disowned by my parents, a-and then I'll surely live in the streets w-when that happens!" cried the small girl, who slumped to the ground, all out of breathe from her outburst. Her eyes were brimmed with tears, and, soon enough, they began to stream down her cheeks.

By now, several on goers were already eying the pair closely, complete perplexity clearly etched onto their faces. The feeling of eyes on her made Mamori feel panicked. To the best of her ability, she ignored them and tried desperately to think of a way to stop Mira from crying. Just their earlier conversation, which was more of Mira being flustered, had caused enough attention, so avoiding an even bigger scene was preferable.

"A-ah... Mira-chan? S-stop crying, please... Everyone's looking at the two of us." Mamori began to fidget as she stood.

"P-please..." Her attempts to calm the crying girl were futile, for she only began to sob even harder. Mamori jumped back, eyes darting back and forth, and giving those who passed a nervous smile. When she started to pat the young girl's back, she began to wail.

"Okay, I'll do it!" Mamori nearly shouted. "I'll become your model for your photography project. So please stop crying, ne?" She eyed Mira carefully, who was moving her hands away from her face and into her lap, as she placed the files she was carrying onto the ground. Mamori touched the girl's shoulders gently, and Mira automatically perked up in response. Mira grabbed Mamori's hand and began to jump up and down, swinging their arms back and forth.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you, Mamori-chan! I just knew you'd help me." A grin found its way onto Mira's face. "I know you can't stand holding the future of my humble self in your hands!" said Mira, who was practically glowing, knowing well enough that Mamori Anezaki, also known as Deimon's Angel, cannot stand not helping others, especially those in dire situations. Smiling widely at the now speechless Mamori, she added, "I'll be seeing you tomorrow afternoon then. Be here at exactly two o'clock PM, 'kay?"

A note was slipped into the hand of Mamori, containing a detailed map of the location where the photo shoot will be held. Mira began to sprint off towards the College of Arts building with a wave.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Mamori-chan! Thanks again! I owe you one!" The girl continued to wave back at her before disappearing inside the college building. Sighing at the sudden turn of events, Mamori could only watch the retreating back of the dark-haired girl with anxiety.

You must be wondering why our ever reliable team manager is so against helping the girl named Mira with her class project. Well, there are two answers: The first being that she's not so comfortable with posing in different costumes and attire, and her face adorned with layers of makeup. Secondly, it has something to do with a certain blonde devil quarterback, who will definitely do something, only Kami knows what, once he finds out that she had accepted such a request. The mere thought of Hiruma Youichi knowing that she'll be doing a photo shoot sent chills of trepidation running up and down her spine.

'I can't let him know,' she thought as she started walking towards their team's clubhouse. 'I definitelycannotlethimknow about it. I have to be calm when I see him. Yeah… calm and composed... and...' Before she can even finish up her thoughts, she accidentally bumped into something solid and warm.

"Che. What do you think you're doing, fucking manager?" said a devilish voice with a smirk, one Mamori was very familiar of. "Don't tell me you're thinking about fucking cream puffs with that expression of yours." Hiruma, known as the Commander from Hell, cackled as he raised one elegant brow and looked at the stunned woman in front of him. "Oi. You listening?"

'Oh. My. God. It's Hiruma! What am I gonna do? I still haven't fully prepared myself!'

Mamori panicked inside her mind, causing her body to suddenly stiffen. The reaction didn't go unnoticed by Hiruma. He patted her shoulders gently. "Oi. You hear me?" No response from Mamori. "Oi! What's wrong with you all of a sudden?" he grumbled with a scowl on his face.

'He shouldn't know! He can't know!' The thought kept repeating itself over and over inside her mind. She was so absorbed with that one thought that she didn't notice what Hiruma was doing to her.

"Oi! Snap out of it!" He began to shake her, but Mamori could only stare back at him with a blank expression.

Is that anxiety he saw? Or just plain fear? If so, what is she frightened of?

"Anezaki, snap out of it, damn it!" he shouted at her. For the first time, the known Demon tactician was at a lost. His mind went into over drive as he contemplated different scenarios.

"Damn it, Mamori! Snap out of it! What's fuckingwrong with you?" he asked as he started to shake her body even harder, hoping that the woman would revert back to normal.

"I can't... I c-can't let..." she mumbled softly, making it difficult for Hiruma to hear her.

"You can't let what?" When Mamori didn't reply, he growled out in frustration, "Tell me!" Desperation was evident in the quarterback's voice.

The girl's shoulders began to shake.

"Huh?"

Her sudden outburst of laughter caught Hiruma off guard. "I can't believe you fell for it! You actually fell for it!" the young girl said between her fits of laughter. "I can't believe that you fell for such an act Hiruma-kun!" she continued. "Who ever thought that someone likeyou would fall for an act like that?" Mamori was now laughing so hard that she had tears in her eyes.

Hiruma Youichi stood there dumbfounded. One minute she's muted shocked, and then the next she's laughing hysterically. He wasn't quite sure what he should do at the moment. All he knew was that anger was slowly seeping through him, and if he stands there any further, looking at the said girl, he might actually lose it and strangle her till she went limp in his arms.

"Tch. You think it's fucking funny, don'tcha, fucking manager?" he said, his voice cold. He then turned his back on her.

She stopped laughing and immediately went after him. Walking beside him, Mamori glanced warily at the silent man, mentally scolding herself for her earlier antic.'Why do you have to laugh at him like that? Mamori, you are so stupid! Now look at what you've done,' she scolded herself.

"Um... Hiruma-kun? I'm sorry about that. I don't know what went wrong with me…" She smiled nervously. The blonde man continued to silently walk towards their football clubhouse, never talking, and never looking at the girl beside him.

Inside the clubhouse, one could definitely feel the tension between Saikyoudai's quarterback and the team manager. This is exactly what Takeru Yamato, the team's running back, felt when he entered the tension filled room; the suffocating tension between the two inadvertently sent shivers down his spine. Mamori was furiously scribbling notes on one end of the room while Hiruma was idly typing on his laptop on the other. He got a quick look of the quarterback's cold façade, which told Yamato that something was definitely amiss. He could only wonder what had happened between the two.

He hesitated. "Good morning?" The uncertainly in his voice was evident. He waited for any response or reaction. Seeing that neither would happen, he shrugged and decided to change into his football uniform quickly.'I better get out of here fast.'

Mamori was trying her best to concentrate on writing notes for their game strategy against Shintoku-cho University's (1) football team, but no matter how hard she focused, she would, almost certainty, end up redoing the whole game plan because of either wrong or forgotten game calculations. And she all blamed it to the cold and silent man in front of her, idly typing on his laptop.

'Can't he take a simple joke?' she thought angrily.'And he's the one known for all his trick plays and jokes!' She began to grind her teeth. 'He is just impossible.' Mamori finished her work with God's speed; an impulse that would make Kongo Agon's quite pathetic. She sorted out each document into neat piles and steadied herself for the Devil's confrontation. Straightening her back, she walked slowly towards the devil quarterback with the papers firmly secured in her hands.

Hiruma didn't even flinch when Mamori placed the pile of papers, with enough force to knock a football player out, on the table. He said nothing to her when she said that everything for the next match had already been sorted out just like he wanted. Hiruma was unaffected by the death glares the team manager was throwing his way. He would remain silent until he could keep his own anger in check, which was quite unexpected of Hiruma. He would normally start shooting rubber bullets everywhere when he felt any kind of emotion. Happy, angry, or overwhelmed; you name it.

"If you don't need anything else, Hiruma-kun, I'll be leaving now," Mamori said with a hint of annoyance. His lack of response bothered her. Gathering her own things, she walked toward the door and said, "Hiruma-kun, if you're still angry at what happened earlier, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean it."

The man said nothing, nor did he glance her way. Mamori just sighed and walked out of the room, not noticing the small piece of paper that fluttered to the floor.

Hearing the door click shut, Hiruma suddenly sighed deeply. He felt his anger depleting as he stared into the laptop's blank screen. The scene that just took place between him and his manager continuously played through his head like a movie reel. 'What the fucking hell just happened?'

"Fuck," he said irritated, standing up and shutting his laptop close. He then noticed the small paper lying on the ground. He curiously raised a brow as he slowly picked the piece of paper. 'Must be the fucking manager's,' he thought. Scanning the paper quickly, a wide, devilish grin slowly made its way onto Hiruma's face.

"So, that's what it was, eh? Fucking manager..." he cackled devilishly as a plan slowly formed inside his evil mind.


TBC...

Trivia 1: There really is a place called Shintoku-cho. Honestly, the word just suddenly sprung out of my mind but when I did a search about it, it really existed. O_o It is a town in the Kamikawa (Tokachi) District, Tokachi, Hokkaidō,Japan... xD But I do not know if there really exist a university called Shintoku-cho University... :3

A/N: And there you have it folks.! Now, I wonder what Hiruma is plotting.? Err... Don't even wanna think about it.. xD ... Anyway, the same words are uttered at the end of each chapter but before I say those sacred words I would first like to say my greatest THANK YOUS to my ever wonderful BETA MaXdana... -blows kisses-

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