+casually places this here and runs away before one of you kills her+

Loose Ends 3

Sharp knuckles rapped against a too-wide door three times and there was a stirring within.
"Hey! Fuckin' fatty! I wanna hear some hustle in there, it's cold!"
"Hiruma!" The door swung open, revealing an overweight, former center. Skin like overstuffed sausage casings wrapped around Hiruma's skinny frame in a crushing hug. "What are you doing here! It's been so long!"
"Yeah, yeah. It's been a few months, so what? Is what's 'er face here?"
"Oh, ah, no. She hasn't been by for a while." Kurita set the blonde back on the ground then kicked a foot and looked down sadly.
"Ah well, fuck her. I didn't like her anyway, she was using you for everything you're worth." Kurita's round face looked up, teary eyed. Hiruma was crushed in a hug once again.
"Well, you got here at a good time, Hiruma! Komosubi just left, and I was just making myself a snack!" Hiruma glanced at his watch.
"What was he doing here? And you hardly need a snack at 2 in the morning, fatty."
"Well, I was hungry." Kurita furrowed his eyebrows. "You know, come to think of it. Why are you here, Hiruma? Shouldn't you be out with someone?"
Hiruma waits a tick too long to reply, "Client was late, I got bored."
Kurita notices the hesitation and wrinkles his wide brow. "Hiruma, what-"
The blond sneers and rolls his eyes, "I ran into the damn runts."
"Oh! Sena and... oh shoot what was his na-"
"It's not important. Have you seen him recently?"
"Sena? I can't say I have; it's probably been about 6 years or something! Too long, really."
"Well he's not a fucking runt."
Kurita's eyebrows shoot up. "Really! So Sena-kun was just a late bloomer? That's great to hear! But why are you so upset?"
"I'm not upset." He huffs, "I ..."
Hiruma glances at his long time friend and snarls, "What are you so happy about?"
"Nothing, just... you've grown up a lot, Hiruma." Beady chestnut eyes fix him with a fond look. The heavy set man straightens, grinning, "Hold on! Stay right there!"
Hiruma rolls his eyes (like he ever took orders from the damn fatty) and follows him down the hall. At the end, there's a closet, which Kurita opens carefully, not that it does anything to deter the avalanche of stuff that comes spilling out.
"The fuck, fatty? And thanks for the view." Hiruma looks away as his friend gets on his knees and leans into a huge box.
"This is my memory closet. Everything important goes in here." He motions to a few huge piles to the left and in front of him, "these are my football boxes."
Hiruma chuckles at how very Kurita it all is. "Ah! Here they are."
He pulls out a stack of paper with a sticky note with 2003 written on it.
"And what the fuck are they?" Kurita shoves everything back into the closet and goes back to the living room, Hiruma on his heels.
"Remember when we went recruiting every semester? Well I kept the phone numbers!"
"Why the fuck would you do that?"
"Because I knew they'd be useful sometime!" Kurita replies, rifling through the papers.
"How are they going to be useful?" Hiruma sits crossed legged next to the box.
"Well, we're going to call Sena!" Hiruma stares at his former teammate for a second and then hits him on the back of the head.
"I outta shoot you for this. I was actually fucking curious and it was over some stupid shit like this."
"That hurt, you know. I've lost some weight, so I don't have as much padding around my head. Anyway, it's not stupid. I always knew you liked him. I'm surprised you never said or did anything about it."
"There wasn't anything to do about it." Hiruma may lie about how he feels with other people, but most of the time he knows not to even bother with Kurita. "And how is this supposed to help. It's been more than seven years since we got this number off of him."
"Well, if I know anything about Sena-kun - ah, found it- and I think I do, then he'll not only have everyone's phone number, but also the same phone. He's very sentimental, and was so proud every time he was able to add another number to his address book.
"That's idiotic, why would you keep a shitty old flip phone for seven years?"
"Shh, I'm on the phone."
"He's at the movies anyway, he won't answer even if it's still his number."
"Hiruma! Sh!" Hiruma pressed his thin lips into a tight line and stared at a wall.
"We're too fuckin' old for this shit, we're acting like fucking adolescent girls." He whispers, Kurita just smiles at him.
The only thing interrupting a brief silence is the hum of the A/C and the echoed ringing from the phone.
"H-hello? Who is this?"
"Sena! I'm so glad you answered, it's Kurita!"
"Oh, really? That's such a coincidence! Is Hiruma there by chance?"
"Noo, he's got work, but we were talking about you not too long ago!"
"Huh," Faint laughter, "Nothing good, I'd bet."
Kurita laughs back, "Anyway! We were wondering if maybe you'd like to do something next Sunday? If you're not busy that is. Mo- Mon- Morio can come too, of course!"
"Monta, you mean? And yeah, I'm not busy! Will Jyuumonji and them be there too?"
Hiruma's face sours at the fucking name.
"Well, I don't know yet... I can ask!"
"Actually, I think I'll just text him if that's okay!"
The blond collapses onto his back with an exasperated noise that sounds very similiar to fuck me with a carbine. Kurita gives him a look.
"That's fine! Give me a text with his answer and a good time!"
"All right."
"See you then, Se-"
"Oh! Hey! Kurita, wait. Um. I have a question."
"Yeah?"
"You said it was you and Hiruma's idea to have me come?"
"Yup! Why?"
"Well, actually, I ran into him today and, I mean... I don't think he actually wanted to see me at all... he left in a hurry, so..."
"Oh, he was probably late is all, you know how he is."
"Mmm, okay." The voice sounds uncertain.
"He'll be there, I promise."
"Okay, see you Sunday, Kurita-san! It was nice talking!"
"Bye!" He ends the call and looks at Hiruma.
"You didn't even talk to him!"
Hiruma ignores him, glaring up at the ceiling instead. "He has the fucking brother's number and texts him like it's normal. The monkey I can understand because they're both runts, but the fucking brother!" He pushes himself up, "Why the fuck would he text him!"
"You're just mad because he doesn't talk to you. It's not his fault you change your phone number every week."
Hiruma doesn't respond. He stands and moves to the couch, where he lays on his side and turns on the TV.
"I'm sleeping here, I'll be gone when you wake up." He flips the channel to the news.
"All right! You might still see me, I get up early!"
"Yeah, all right."

Kurita isn't too surprised to see the main room empty at 4 AM the next morning. He sighs and fries an egg or six.

Woops another chapter ends with Hiruma leaving.
(ahahaha unplanned hiatus has ended)

I'm going to try very, very, verrrryyyy hard to put one out every Friday, but I'm not using my own computer and I need someone to kick my ass into gear and I currently have no one to do that for me, so PM if you volunteer, haha

Also I hate not having tab it is the most annoying thing in the world to not have any indents holy fuck