Hiruma: You made them wait too long.
Sekra07: I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I had to do important things.
Hiruma: I thought fan fics are your top priority.
Sekra07: If I didn't do the things I had to in the past days, I'm a dead girl. You wouldn't want that, would you?
Hiruma: Maybe I'd have to kill you myself.
Sekra07: Go for it. I'm not afraid.
Hiruma (draws guns): Okay. BANG!
Sekra07 (ducks for cover and runs): NOOOO!!
Second chap here.
Hiruma: Sekra the damned artist doesn't own Eyeshield 21.
Sekra07: But I certainly do own the plot.
Hiruma: Kekeke. There you are! BANG!
Sekra07: NOOOO!!
Inagaki Riichiro is the writer of Eyeshield 21. Okay??
Chapter 2
(Disgruntling) Discoveries
What the heck is this all about? Hiruma mused. He held the object as if it would explode in any second and scrutinized it with narrowed eyes. The silly freak who owned this notebook must be mocking him.
Hiruma opened the notebook, letting his curiosity get the best of him as always. He turned the 'revolting' white thing slowly, as if careful that it would throw something destructive any moment.
His eyes squinted the first page rapidly.
The Devil's Guidebook.
And below were the initials AM.
There was something eerily familiar about the handwriting…
His phone rang. Hiruma cursed and answered the call.
"What is it?" he spat. "This better be good."
"Musashi here," a gruff voice said.
"I didn't know you knew how to use the phone, old man," Hiruma said, cackling.
"Stuff it. I have something important to ask."
"What is it? Happen to lose anything? Hey, is your first name beginning with the letter 'A'?" Hiruma said rapidly.
"Whoa, whoa. I didn't lose anything and you know my name doesn't start with A," Musashi said, taken aback.
"Fine… just checking if you're Musashi." Lame excuse Hiruma.
"Well, it's just that Mamori's having a hard time sorting out these new files that you gave her. With these colors you didn't bother to explain to her…"
Hiruma wasn't listening. After Musashi said the damn manager's name, he remembered.
The handwriting, the initials…
AM – Anezaki Mamori.
Only one stupid person would have a white journal and mock him, making a guidebook about him. Hiruma frowned more. He wasn't sure if the notebook was about him. He hadn't even looked yet. But, he had an eerie feeling that was something the manager would make. She was the only one crazy enough not to fear him.
He cut off the connection, making an insulted Musashi scowl and turn to Mamori, who was with him at the moment in a bakeshop. He promised to help her out decipher Hiruma's new assignment for her. Why? Because if she asked Hiruma Youichi directly, she wouldn't get a good answer.
He would call her stupid and incapable.
"So, figured it out?" he asked.
"Unfortunately, yes," Mamori answered with a sigh. "The black ones are for the threats, the browns for the noticeable people, the blues for the commoners, and the whites for the shrimps."
Musashi raised an eyebrow. "I didn't know you were capable of such adjectives."
"I'm not," she replied. "I found this piece of paper between the black ones. I wonder what's he got with the color white. It's beautiful."
Musashi took the piece of paper and laughed. "I have no idea why he resents white. And this is definitely Hiruma's language."
Mamori shrugged at this and got her bag. She went looking for her journal which contained important notes about Hiruma. She simply has to add these words of his. Not out of obsession, but out of necessity. She didn't bring her managerial notebook.
She frowned. I put it here. I'm sure of it.
"Something wrong?"
Mamori didn't answer. Oh my god! It's not here!
She felt the blood drain from her face as she realized that she left it in the club room when she took it out. Someone must have surely picked it up. She prayed to the gods that it wasn't Hiruma.
Please let it not be Hiruma-kun, she prayed.
"I'm sorry, Musashi-kun, I have to go back to school," Mamori said, getting up.
"But the cream puffs just arrived."
"I won't be long," she said, running away.
Musashi sighed and went back to eating their order.
Mamori ran and ran, feeling her breathing grow labored and heavy. She had to carry her feet which felt like lead all the way back to Deimon High. She couldn't afford the risk of anyone finding it at any second. Her notebook, like Hiruma's handbook, stood out like a sore thumb. While Hiruma's was pure black, hers was pure white. It seemed noticeable.
And she imagined the look on anyone's face when they read the first page. The Devil's Guidebook. With her initials!
She sighed mentally as she thanked the gods that she wasn't silly enough to put her whole name. At least, any stranger who would pick it up would have a hard time figuring out who the author of the notebook was – a notebook with a title that seemed to teach its readers how to go against Hiruma Youichi, the devil.
It wasn't really like that. Although the book did contain pointers for herself as to how she could defend himself from Hiruma's antics, she didn't mean for others to read it. She put her views on Hiruma's personality and how she felt for him. It was all too revealing.
When she opened the door, she turned paler. Hiruma was there, sitting on his chair with his feet propped up on the table, chewing sugarless gum and typing away in his laptop. Mamori felt more uncomfortable when she saw the Devil's Handbook beside him – the counterpart of her missing one. Upon seeing it, she was reminded by what her purpose was in coming back and started to look around for signs of a white journal.
"Why are you here, fucking manager?" Hiruma said. "Aren't you with the old man?"
Mamori's breath caught in her throat. She hoped he wouldn't speak.
"I – I'm looking for something," she stuttered.
"What are you looking for?"
She pretended to be agitated so that he would back off. "Mind your own business, will you?"
Hiruma raised his eyebrows in curiosity. "Hai, hai, damn grumpy lady."
Hiruma observed her. She's clearly looking for that crazy notebook.
Mamori let out a sigh of relief when she found the notebook lying near the lockers. She picked it up hastily and stuffed it in her bag.
"Whatcha got there, damn manager?" Hiruma asked again.
"As I said, none of your business." And with that, she left.
Hiruma smirked. As if I never made a copy of that, Anezaki Mamori.
Mamori: I hate it when people snoop through other people's stuff!
Hiruma: Your fault for leaving things around for others to find!
Mamori: Shut up! And what did you read?
Hiruma (smirks): Fucking nothing. Why would I read through your stuff?
Mamori: Coz you're Hiruma Youichi.
Sekra07: Okay, guys, stop it. Hiruma, do your part.
Hiruma: What part?
Mamori: Jeez… you're dumb.
Hiruma (gets a grenade): You damn bitch…
Mamori (reddens and takes out her broom): NANI?!
Sekra07: Okay! I'll do it. Please tell me if you like my story.
Hiruma: If you suckers don't like it, then don't read it! I'm getting too mushy here. I don't like it.
Sekra07: I won't make you mushy, you idiot! Anyway, don't mind that demon and review, even if you don't like my story. Thanks! :)