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A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews… and OMG! Dozen… Dozen really reviewed my fic?! (eyes as big as saucers) (jaw drops) (faints) By the way, I'm changing the titles since even I got the "envy" vibe from the previous chapter, and I'll be editing the second one too, since I'll change a bit of this and a bit of that… I hope you don't mind.
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Wrath
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Even though he was Hiruma's best friend, along with Kurita, he could sense the growing murderous intent that Hiruma was emitting just by walking beside him.
Musashi sighed. It was one of those days.
"PMS?" he teased. Hiruma shot him a glare, as if telling him to shut up and mind his own business, and an obvious 'yes', at least, for Musashi.
Musashi picked his ear and said, "If you're that jealous then why don't you just ask Anezaki instead?"
It was the final straw on the camel's back.
The demon king flinched, his brow twitched and if it wasn't for Kurita who was 100 times stronger than Hiruma, the mature-looking Deimon kicker would've sported a new look apart from his Mohawk do. Not that he cared though. After fifteen long minutes of struggling, Hiruma finally calmed down and kicked Kurita on the side.
"I'm going first." Hiruma spat angrily, and pulled a Mossberg from inside his weapon-infested bag and slung it on his shoulder for everyone to see.
Kurita and Musashi looked at each other, the former with obvious worry and panic etched on his face and the latter an almost quiet surrender at their friend's odd behavior. The two watched the demon and followed his rather warily, just incase he would suddenly decide to throw grenades everywhere due to his "abnormal" normal rage.
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"Good afternoon." Mamori greeted, smiling, as she entered the clubhouse.
"Hi, Mamori-neechan." Sena greeted back while he kept Monta's soul from leaving his mortal body. Suzuna waved a bit as she tied up her idiot of a brother in chains, he wasn't getting any better these days.
"F-fugoh!" Kumosubi grunted, while the Huh-Kyoudai saluted a bit at her, for some unknown reason, "Good afternoon, Anezaki-senpai."
She smiled, and waved a bit, nodded at Musashi and Kurita's way as she went her way to her usual spot, wore her pink apron, took out rags, disinfectants, and her trusty broom. She did not notice the shifty looks that the members of Deimon Devilbats shared and the lack of something she couldn't put her finger to. Mamori continued to wipe, sweep, dust and clean, until she passed by someone's locker.
Everyone gulped.
Mamori looked up. The things inside hadn't been touched, although there was not a single swipe of dust on the surface.
'Who didn't come?' Mamori thought as she furrowed her brows. She looked up and felt her jaw drop. So that was why there were no clickety-clackety of a keyboard, no gum popping every ten seconds, no scent of that awful gunpowder and bullets, and not a single derogatory name-calling when he entered the room.
'Hiruma-kun…?' she turned at Kurita's direction, but he immediately looked away. She turned her attention to Musashi who only picked his ear.
"Kurita-kun, Musashi-kun?" Mamori asked, "Where is Hiruma-kun?"
Kurita's sweat pores opened almost immediately and his knees wobbled in a fashion. He stuttered, "A-an-anou… Ma-Ma-Mamo-Mamori-san… well… you see… it… was…"
"..."
"Hiruma's got PMS today." Musashi answered as he picked his ear. Mamori raised a brow, "Ha? What are you talking about, Musashi-kun?"
Kurita nodded furiously, "Mamori-san, he was really angry…"
"About what?" Mamori asked, "I do hope it's not about Agon-san…"
Kurita and Musashi looked at each other, and then they gave Mamori 'the look'; she raised a brow, "But why? He was the one who told me to meet Agon-san!"
"What?!" Kurita exclaimed, followed closely by Monta and Sena, "Whhhaaat??"
"He really did. He told me just some time ago, before our practice last Saturday." She pouted, "Seriously… don't tell me he forgot?"
"No way, Hiruma never forgets things easily." Kurita and Musashi said in unison. Musashi crossed his arms, "If he could remember all 316 cards in Black Jack (1), then something as infinitesimal like that would be as easy as him chewing his sugarless gum."
"Hm… Do you guys have any idea where Hiruma-kun is?" asked Mamori. Kurita and Musashi shrugged, "If Hiruma doesn't want to be seen, then he won't be seen."
"Why is that person making things too difficult?" Mamori sighed as she took off her apron and left the room. Monta withered in despair as Mamori did so, with Sena patting him on the back.
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Hiruma left his lanky legs dawdling as they dangled on the edge of the rooftop. He needed some kind of space, and being with those noisy fucking brats was not going to help him… especially that fucking monkey who kept on pestering the fucking manager. That fucking manager too kept on coddling the fucking brats that even those fucking delinquent brothers were now calling her "Mamori-neesan".
"Fuck that." Hiruma grumbled as he twirled his pen with his abnormally long fingers. He raised his brow as he became aware of a certain someone's presence behind his back.
He ignored it, as usual. Seeing that fucking person's face was just going to piss him off, it was probably a good idea just ignoring that person. Probably. But there was a high risk, if he was really going to ignore that person's presence.
"How long are you going so sulk there, Hiruma-kun?"
Hiruma ignored her, as usual. His blood boiled as he felt her walking closer. He heard her sigh. He did not like it when she would do that, but fuck that, it was her damned fault why he ignored her anyway.
"Hiruma-kun." She said.
He still ignored as he felt his blood pressure rise, as he remembered her flustered face when she arrived late at their practice. That fucking dread must've brought the fucking sweets for her as a fucking gift.
"Hiruma-kun, why are you ignoring me?" she asked firmly that Hiruma could see her raising her brow and her hands on her hips.
He still ignored her; he still had not forgiven her for fucking flirting with that fucking dread. OF ALL THE FUCKING PEOPLE IN THE FUCKING DAMNED WORLD, SHE FUCKING CHOSE TO DATE THAT FUCKING BASTARD. Hiruma felt a strange constriction in his chest as he continued to ignore her. She deserved it. She definitely did.
"I don't know why you're so angry, Hiruma-kun." She said, with a twinge of annoyance and... pain?
Hiruma chose to ignore her again, as he idly watched the vast nothingness in the sky. He was not going to deal with her issues; he had had enough of her trying to act like a fucking mother to him. He needed her as their fucking manager, not as a meddling coddling fucking mother. He popped his gum.
He heard her sigh.
"Fine, continue ignoring me." She said with a tone of surrender in her voice, "I'm not going to convince you or anything, if you think that I'm dating Agon-san, fine. We can't have the captain slack off from practice."
Hiruma's face blanked, and so did his mind. Anezaki Mamori, the fiery girl who clashed heads with him was surrendering? The only girl who he had laid his eyes on as his fucking equal was surrendering a fight? He heard footsteps moving away from him and for the first time in his encounter with girls… he felt fucking disappointed.
However, he could not let anyone know that he was. After all, he was the Demonic King, Commander from Hell, and Shadow Master of Deimon, he could not get disappointed and all gloomy just because of a fucking girl.
The same fucking girl who chose that fucking dread over him. The same fucking girl who chose even that fucking shrimp over him. That same fucking girl who would unknowingly make him smile. That same fucking girl who he thought he knew would never leave him. That same fucking girl who wasn't afraid of him. At all.
His face contorted as he discreetly remembered her happy face as she arrived late. It was the same day that the idiot's sister and the fucking shrimp saw them together.
"Fuck that, you fucking manager." Hiruma hissed, "You don't have any right telling me what I'm supposed to do, fucking manager."
This was what he hated with girls. He could not kill them, he could not hurt them, he could not even fucking point a Mossberg at their temples. He could not even shout at them.
Goddamned. Fuck it all.
"Why is that?" The hairs on the back of Hiruma's neck raised as he heard steps coming from behind. "Why? Because I was late? Because I wasn't doing my job?"
Hiruma sneered in disgust. Who was she playing with?
"Or was it because I was out with Agon-san?" she asked with almost what seemed to be suppressed rage.
"You fucking got it right, you fucking manager!" Hiruma turned his head at her and forced a toothy demonic grin at her direction. "You get a fucking prize!"
"Cut the crap, Hiruma-kun." Mamori pursed her lips as her eyes darted at his own. "Weren't you the one who told me to go?"
"You fucking manager! What the fuck are you blabbering about?" Hiruma scowled. Never in his fucking life would he ask her to go out with that fucking dread!
"What? You told me! You told me!" she shouted at him. Hiruma raised his brow at her, "Shut the fuck up, fucking manager! Do you think I'm that stupid to ask you to go out with that fucking dread?!"
She darted a glare at him, "Hiruma-kun, you told me to set an arrangement!"
"What fucking arrangement are you talking about?!" Hiruma lashed out at her. Mamori's brows furrowed, "Arrangement! Hiruma-kun! Arrangement! You asked me to make an arrangement for a practice game!"
"…"
Hiruma froze, 'No fucking way.'
Crossing her arms, Mamori pouted, "You told me to make an arrangement with Shinryuuji Nagas for a practice game, a week before the next match! And besides, it wasn't only Agon-san who was there, Unsui-san was there too!"
Birds flew and chirped.
"Fucking manager." Said Hiruma.
"What?" Mamori asked with irritation. Hiruma leered as he stood up, "I still haven't forgiven you for dating those fucking twins."
"What?! Do I need your forgiveness or something like that?!" Mamori shrieked, "And… it WAS NOT A DATE! IT WASN'T!"
Hiruma popped his gum, "Do you have the data arranged for the next match?"
Mamori nodded. Hiruma shrugged as he walked towards the door, "Give me a copy of all the players' files, their plays, fumbles, throws, formations, everything… all of them this afternoon."
He did not dare look at her face. Goddamned fucking shit. And he was going to have migraine, sooner or later. It would be better to ignore whatever happened, or else it would be very awkward to work in their office.
Goddamned those stupid first years. He was going to deal with them later for causing this fucking problem.
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A/N: Ya-Ha! Finished Chapter 3! Yatta! Yatta! I hope you liked 'em! Kiss! Hug! MWAH! Please enjoy! Whoa… I barely made it. Whew.
(1) 316 cards in Black Jack – if I'm wrong with the numbers, please PM me. I don't play Black Jack and I only guessed. (laughs)
Btw... POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 258 OF ES21... o.0 PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE SPOILED.
Hiruma is DOWN. . I hate you, Gaou. I heard it from a friend... Nooooooo...