Prologue:

Mamori closed the binder with a sigh. She had finished the year-end report for the Deimon Devil Bats. It was one "hell" of a year, as their Captain put it. Mamori placed the files inside the cabinet carefully. Even if they were statistics, game reviews, pictures of plays, or recordings of games, for her they were her most precious memories. She handled each with love and care as if they were fragile pieces of glass that would break and be forgotten if she were not careful enough.

"What the fuck is taking you so long?" The rough voice from the door ordered her.

She looked at him with a gentle smile on her face. This was their last time in the club room. School had ended and the two of them were just finalizing the documents that they would transfer to the next manager of the team.

"I can't believe that it's finally ending." Mamori said with her gentlest voice. A look of nostalgia filled her eyes as she scanned the room.

As soon as she steps out of this room, her days of being a Devil Bat shall end. It was heartbreaking and truly depressing, she was very happy as a member.

"Fuck your sentimental crap." His voice broke her thoughts as her eyes were pulled back to him once more.

If she was hurting like that, then he must be suffering. This room was everything for him. He had seen everything from the very beginning. Well, he was their beginning. To see him leave this room, to leave his position was more than heartbreaking… it felt like death.

She knew he was tough but even with that scary exterior she also knew that he was the man that loved this room more than anyone else.

"You can be honest. It's just me… " Mamori said.

"Honestly? I want to fucking go home and rest my ass." Hiruma said, his eyes looking bored and annoyed.

Mamori walked up to him. He stepped back as she took the doorknob with her right hand. She pulled the door to her as she stepped back. She was about to close the door when Hiruma reached for the hand holding the doorknob. She stopped as she felt a soft push from his hand. His hand rested on hers as the world seemed to stop.

She was right all along. But of course, after all that she could know him this well. She felt a slight tremble from his hand and with that she breathed.

She faced towards him to look at him. His jaw was clenched as he stared intently at their hands. He looked focused but at the same time she saw confusion. He doesn't seem to know why he was stopping this door to close.

Hiruma's eyes flickered when he noticed that Mamori was looking at him. He turned his head and looked at her eyes.

"They'll be ok. The Devil Bat will soar once more next year." Mamori said in a low voice only he could hear.

He smirked. He knew she was right. He parted his lips and leaned closer to her, kissing her as he pulled his hand away from the door. Mamori closed and locked the door only to turn her back towards it and used it as support from the smouldering kiss Hiruma gave her.

Hiruma pulled away, his eyes glanced quickly at the closed door and back to the woman in front of him.

"Hiruma…" Mamori breathed, "I think… I think I really love you."

Hiruma blinked and stepped back. There was disbelief written all over his face.

Mamori blushed, realizing that she just let out a confession. She touched her warm face and braved herself to look back at him.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? DID YOU REALLY CONFESS TO ME FUCKING MANAGER?!" He shouted with a big laugh.

It started with a chuckle, and continued as a storm of laughter from him. He held his stomach and bent a bit, with laughter all over the air. He laughed and laughed and even as he controlled himself and calmed down he would laugh once more.

Mamori just watched him. She was trying her best to control her temper. Being around him, she had mastered it already. She was embarrassed yet stood her ground, waiting for him to finish and get over himself.

Finally he had calmed down, murmuring to himself about having the greatest laugh ever.

"Fucking manager…" He said, as he flashed her his devil's grin, "You're just fucking hungry. Let's go, Fatty and Fatty Jr are waiting for us…"

Mamori calmed herself down as well. There was no reason to be angry at Hiruma. It was true that she got hurt when he laughed like that but this was Hiruma and he was always like that. At some point, she was relieved to finally put into words all these feelings she felt all these time. She didn't really care now if he would accept her or not, she was just glad that she had let him know.

Mamori looked at Hiruma's back as he led the way. He looked more relaxed now than when they were inside the room. Somehow she felt that the dark, heavy sadness of leaving the clubroom was somehow pushed aside with that big laugh he just had.

Even if he didn't return the feeling, she was glad that she had made him feel better.

'If you love me… you should have said so earlier…'

This is the story of their firsts about their last time in Deimon… when they are no longer a part of 'that' team that brought them together. Hiruma is not her captain anymore and Mamori is not his 'fucking manager'. A transition between the end of being a Devil Bat and the beginning of being a Wizard, this is the story of Their Final Year.