Title: Wash
Characters: Hiruma x Mamori
Notes: Spoilers for Deimon-Ojou game in the Kantou Tournament. Really? Why did Hiruma pulled one his pranks to the team after they won? Hmmm? Hiruma's point of view all the way! :D
"Hiieeeeeee! Equipment has become so heavy!" Fucking Shrimp whined as he got on the truck. Even after beating Ojou the Fucking Brats still act like kids. "Tomorrow morning it will be impossible to remove the mud of that." Commented the Fucking Monkey.
I looked at my uniform. It sure does has a lot of mud due to playing in the muddy field because of the rain. 'Keh! Fucking Manager will sure have a hard time to laundry these uniforms.' I thought to myself. 'Tch. But she will never let me blackmail the Fucking Principal if I ask (force) him to buy us new ones.'
I looked around, waiting for everyone to get into the Devilbat Rig, when a thought hit me. "Kekekekeke! That's right! We should quickly wash these uniforms." I grinned evilly as I grabbed a remote control in my duffel bag.
"Woah! What! The truck is moving by itself!" stated the Fucking Drunkard of a trainer with wide eyes as he tried to control the steering wheel. "Kekekeke!" I just cackled gleefully as I controlled the truck to go directly to the beach near the stadium. Fucking Brats looking at me in disbelief as they tried to hold onto something as I wildly manuever the truck. "Wash them away, no way!" I even heard Fucking Fishlips terrified.
"Hiruma-kun! What are you-" Fucking Manager's voice from the passenger's seat was the last thing I heard before I discarded the Truck's load into the beach and firing a round of bullets while screaming, "YA-HA!"
Fucking Brats sure deserve some fun in the water after having a hard time in the game. And that would lessen the time allotted in the laundry for the Fucking Manager. It's like hitting two birds with one stone.
'And that means more time analyzing plays and planning strategies with the Fucking Manager. More time alone. Kekekeke.'