Fucking Handcuff

By. Jillian Leonhart

Disclaimer: You know what?! *whisper* I don't own Eyeshield 21*whisper*

Chapter 4

Hiruma and Mamori stood side by side staring at the single shower room, then at the handcuff on both wrists, than at each other. They went silent for a minute, and Hiruma broke the silent, "Let's just wash our face…" he said while straddling to the wash tube. "Agreed." Mamori followed right behind Hiruma.

At the wash tube, Hiruma began brushing his teeth in silent. Mamori just stood beside him and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her left wrist jerked once in a while as Hiruma brushed his tooth.

"Hiruma-kun, where are we?" this question actually had been nagging on her mind. But because of the previous chaotic situation, she didn't have the time to ask. Now, that everything looks calm enough, she asked the blonde devil.

"My place…" he answered with foaming mouth.

"You life here… alone?"

"Hnn…"

"What about you're parents??"

"They're in jail."

"Really?"

"No…" he spat the foam from his mouth and looked at her. He shoved a toothbrush on her mouth. She startled. "It's not your fucking business, fucking manager. Just clean up so we could get to school when no one's in the club house…" he washed his face, while she brushed her teeth in silent.

"Hiruma-kun…"

"What, fucking manager?!" he grunted with annoyed voice.

"Is this your tooth brush??"

***

They got out from the lift, and walked side by side trough the apartment lobby. Hiruma shoved both his hand deep in his pocket while popping a gum along the way. But Mamori find it really hard to not bumping her hand into his tight as they walking down the streets. The handcuff really annoyed her. Plus, every step they take, the handcuff would jerk Mamori's wrist, and it hurts. She winced as the handcuff jerked again. Hiruma noticed this, "Tch!" he made a sound before pull out his right hand and hold Mamori's left hand.

"It's easier this way…" he stated before Mamori could say anything. True... The handcuff didn't hurt her anymore as their hands entwined together. Truth to be told, it's the first time for Mamori to be hold by a man, other than her father.

Hiruma's arm was larger than she imagine. It's rough because of many pass he did and all the firearms handling. It's warm and Mamori somehow felt safe and comfortable with him holding her hand.

Mamori unconsciously tightened her grip. She was surprised when his only reaction was just an amused look and they continue walking down the streets like a couple. Mamori blushed at the thought.

***

They got to the train station and quickly got in the train that headed for Deimon station. Althought the rush hour was over, the train was still full of people. Hiruma and Mamori managed to get inside before the train departed.

Inside, the train was very full, and Hiruma couldn't move even an inch to pull out one of his firearm. Mamori's shoulder keep bumping into Hiruma's as the train swayed. They're still holding hand. Hiruma felt that Mamori's grip suddenly tightened. He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. She was somehow frightened and keeps looking down. Eyes shut tightly.

Then, Hiruma saw it. The old geezer's hand was groping Mamori's butt. Mamori was surprised when the warmth from his hand was gone. Then, she heard Hiruma whispered in a low, dangerous, and intimidating tone to the Old geezer who had grope on her, "Fucking Old Geezer… If you still wanna life… Better watch where you put your fucking hands on…" she saw Hiruma gripped the old geezer's hand, and she swore she heard a sickening crack! Despite the evil grin he wore on his face, she could she anger deep within his eyes.

As soon as Hiruma release the deathly grip on the old geezer's hand, the old geezer quickly backed away as far as he could from the still grinning demon.

"Thank you… Next time, I'll be sure to fight back…" she whispered to him.

"There wouldn't be a next time…" he stated, followed by a popping gum.

***

They had reached the Deimon Gate.

"Oh no… Hiruma-kun! The school gate's closed!" she said as they approached the school gate.

"Kekekeke… And who do you think am I??" he raised an eyebrow at her. They arrived at the gate, and Hiruma shouted to the security post near the gate, "Oi! Fucking security! Stop dozing off and open the fucking gate!". The poor security jumped on surprise and quickly scrambled to open the gate for the demon and the manager. "Hiruma-sama! Wha…"

"Not a fucking word, fucking security… you don't see anything…" he said threateningly, and the security just gulped and nodded nervously. Then Hiruma and Mamori walked to the club house.

Mamori let out a sigh, "Hiruma-kun… You'll never ever change, huh?"

"You're supposed to thank me fucking manager…"

"Yeah, right…" she said sarcastically.

"What time is it, fucking manager?" he asked her, as they reached the club house.

"11.30." she said after take a look at her wrist watch.

"Lunch time's in 30 minutes. Too risky for us to be in the club house now."

"Then, where should we go?"

"Roof tops."

To be continued…

A/N: Wohey!! It's almost over!!! Just a few more chaps and they'll be free!!! Thank you every one who had kindly read, reviewed, alerted, fav'ed my fic… (bows). Please stick with me till the end… And correct me when I get wrong… Review please… ^_^