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A/N: Ya-Ha everyone! Have you read the latest Chapter of ES21? I haven't yet and I feel so left out already! Drat this PC! XO! Please enjoy this chapter!

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Envy

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"… right, so that's why…" piped Suzuna, nodding vigorously while Sena made a face. Hiruma raised an arched brow as Suzuna continued to recount their rendezvous in Venus Fort that resulted with Sena almost getting late for their practice.

Popping a sugarless gum in his mouth, Hiruma stared at her, "And so?"

"I'm getting there, You-nii!" Suzuna puffed, "Yeah, so when I pulled Sena, we saw Mamo-nee!"

Hiruma raised his brow.

"And guess who she was with, You-nii? That guy from-" just before Suzuna finished her sentence, Sena grabbed Suzuna's shoulder and covered her mouth with his free hand. He shuddered and ran as fast as he could, dragging the roller blades girl with him.

Hiruma pulled out a Mossberg and aimed it at the poor boy.

3… 2… 1… BOOM! And off the bullet went, soaring high in the sky, almost landing perfectly on its target's head if it wasn't for Sena using his technique "Devil Bat Ghost".

"Whoa! The world's number one way to dodge Hiruma's firearms!" Monta, Kuroki, Toganou and Kurita said in unison.

A football as fast as a bullet pierced through the air and hit Sena on his head as he finished his technique.

"Oh… it was the world's number one most useless way to use a technique to dodge Hiruma's firearms!" they all corrected themselves. This act, however, did not escape a certain mothering person who now stamped her way to Hiruma.

Carrying the papers that Hiruma handed to her as "death penalty", Mamori glared at him, "Hiruma-kun!"

"What is it, fucking manager?" he snarled at her. She scowled, "Bullying Sena again, weren't you?"

"I thought you already got past that, fucking manager."

"Of course I did, but really, using such violent weapons…" Mamori shook her head as she handed back the papers, "Finished it."

Hiruma raised a brow as he remembered the fucking moron's sister, 'And guess who she was with, You-nii?'

"You were on a date last time, Anezaki?" he asked, forgetting that he didn't usually call her by that. Mamori looked at him with surprise, "A-ah? When?"

Hiruma raised his brow even higher. Who was she fucking to?

"YA!" Suzuna shouted, as she skated her way to Mamori's side, "Mamo-nee, we saw who you were with last Saturday at Venus Fort…"

"Ah? That? Oh, it was just Agon-san." She blinked.

Hiruma's mind became blank as everyone blanched. Even after what Agon did to most of their teammates…

'Despicable… simply despicable…' Hiruma thought as he glared at Mamori.

"Mou, mou. I know Agon-san wasn't a very nice person, but you see…" Mamori stopped as she saw his reaction, not that it was anything surprising. Hiruma glowered at her as if she had done the gravest mistake in her life. He blew a bubble and popped it.

"Practice is through. I'm going home." He spat at the ground. Swinging his bag over his shoulder, he trudged his way to his hotel.

"What is wrong with him?" Mamori thought aloud.

Musashi and Kurita looked at each other, Kurita frowned and although Musashi did not look even mildly interested in what happened, he looked at the last spot where he saw Hiruma before the demon vanished from their sight.

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Hiruma was pissed off… royally pissed off, actually. His usually demonic crack-me-up eyes were now slits, glaring at anything and anyone. His evil "fear me" aura did not help, nor did the never-absent presence of his beloved bats hovering above his figure lessen his damned image. His lanky legs walked briskly, while his abnormally long fingers hid on the pockets of his pants.

He blew a bubble as he contemplated on his previous action. He got angry. He snapped. He went home in a strange fashion… well, in his standard of course. With this, he concluded: He was not usually like this; he was not the type of person who would lose his cool like that.

It was so unlike him. Then again, it was almost the same when Musashi left the team a year ago. However, unlike that time when he knew exactly why he was angry, right now, he had no idea what has gotten into him.

Unless it had something to do with the fucking manager going out with that fucking dread.

Hiruma dismissed the thought. It would be like saying that he liked her. He shuddered at the thought.

He did not like her, even remotely so! Sure he found her extremely useful, as most of the Deimon students were as dumb as trolls, but that wasn't enough for him to like her! Even just thinking about it made Hiruma sick.

Poof! A mini-Devilbat-sama appeared on his shoulder. It clicked its jaws.

'Kekeke… if you really didn't like her then why did you get angry?' it jeered.

Hiruma cringed as he told his self, "It was that fucking bastard of all people that she would be! She knew that he was a bastard especially to fucking fatty and she still went out with him?!"

'But you're a bastard to Kurita too, ne?' a small Deviba-chan appeared on his free shoulder, 'If so, then what's the difference?'

"AH, FUCKING SHUT UP!" Hiruma lashed out at the invisible imaginary characters that taunted his mind.

This act however had a back lash as he actually shouted in public. He gained shocked looks from people, who upon seeing that he was staring at them, shrieked and ran for their dear lives.

"Che." Hiruma spat angrily.

Well, one thing was certain: he did not like Mamori going out with the fucking dread.

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A/N: I reread this chapter, and y'know, I think even though Agon-san is here… it IS envy, so, yeah. Changing the title already. Mukyaaa! Gyabo.