"Hi, ho, Sena-kun! We're here!"

Mamori smiled sweetly and led Sena through the door. She kept her arm wrapped tightly around him not meaning to let go anytime soon.

"M-Mamori-nee-chan," Sena said suddenly as they sat down. "Do you think this is the same hospital Hiruma-san goes to?" He thought carefully.

Mamori nodded. "It must be! After all, this is one of Deimons only hospitals! And it's the closest. So, most likely yes!"

"Oh…" Sena played with his fingers carefully, eyes wondering around the waiting room. "Then maybe we'll see him here…today…"

Mamori frowned. "I don't know...Sena-kun. Kurita said he went on Tuesday. I don't think he's be coming back just yet." But maybe they would see him. Mamori sighed, toying with her short hair and looking Sena over. The boy was healthy, but as the team manager and his part-time caretaker, she had to make she even the smallest cold was taken care of.

"Mamori-nee-chan…" Sena closed his eyes and leaned back. "What do you think is happening to Hiruma?"

Mamori ruffled Sena's hair gently. "Nothing you need to worry about, it's probably just the flu or something like that."

"Are you sure?"

"S-Sena-kun…?"

Mamori stared at Sena with shock written all over her face. The boy was glaring at her with narrowed eyes and tight frown. What was he looking at…? Mamori lowered her hands into her lap and blinked. "I…" She sniffed. "Sena, Hiruma is very sick."

Sena's eyes widened. "He's s-sick?"

"Yes." Mamori nodded sadly. "Kurita and I don't quite know whats going on with him, but we know something's not right and…"

"And what?"

Mamori looked at Sena with tears running down her face. "He sent a message to Kurita telling him that he won't be coming to school anymore."

"Sena Kobayakawa, the doctor is just about ready."

Mamori looked the nurse over and stood up, dragging Sena along with her. "I'll be going back with him," she said sternly.

"Very well," replied the nurse, rolling her eyes and motioning for them to follow.

Sena walked slowly, receiving occasional nudges from Mamori to keep him going. If she weren't with them, he would've been out of the hospital by now. But… now he couldn't just run away, especially with her watching. Sena chuckled softly, tightening his grip on Mamori's hand and humming. Lighten up, he told himself. Just lighten up and will be over before you know it.

"Alright, here is…" The nurse froze. "Oh, sorry… The doctor must be running over…

"So we're early," muttered Mamori. "And I thought we were late… Or, maybe…?"

"It's a very special patient. It normally comes just once a week, but due to a few private matters, it's here today. It showed up half-drained, and with the doctor's own daughter of all people." The nurse gave a small smile. "I shouldn't say anything but… Eh, you deserve to know some stuff."

Mamori began to press for more answers. "Oh, really…? Why does he come so often? Does he have some rare disease?"

"Maybe," the nurse said slowly, clearly enjoying her position in the conversation. "I guess you could it it…unknown, perhaps? Or maybe…?" She tossed her hair. "Who knows? Who knows? It's a sad creature, didn't want it but got it anyways. Now, I can't really understand it or its feelings, but…I think it understands me." She blushed sweetly, turning light pink.

Mamori grinned. "So he's a looker? How old is he? Is he tall? What color is his hair?"

"And why do you keep calling him it?" whispered Sena.

The door flew open, knocking Mamori and Sena against the wall. After a few seconds of an awkward silence, it drifted back open, releasing the stunned teenagers. Sena was first, and because of that, he managed to catch the glimpse that special patient, running from the room. Tall, slightly bony, and with spiky blond hair… Was it…?

Sena gasped. "H-Hiruma!" The name barely came out and ended with a choke. Was it really Hiruma? Was he the special patient the nurse had been referring to? And why had he been called it? Sena gulped, realizing he might have learned something very dangerous. He shook slightly, lips mouthing the name repeatedly. Then he realized that he had learned something life threatening.

"Sena, time for shots!"

Mamori stopped and blinked in confusion. "Sena-kun?" She smiled and took his hand. "There's nothing to worry about. What do you have to fear?"

"I…" Sena looked down at his feet. I mustn't tell Mamori-nee-chan, or she'll be in danger… In danger of Hiruma's wrath.

"Let's go Sena-kun, it'll only take a few minutes…"

"W-what! Nooooooooo!"

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Darn it, friggin' chibi saw me… Hiruma growled slightly, eyes narrowing as he charged through the waiting room, bag in hand. Inside the bag was more than just its normal football and schoolbooks, it now held his own personal records, stolen straight from the effin' old man's desk. Ah, Hiruma thought slowly as his voice went up and down in a crackle. Now I'll finally get somewhere. Che… He thought back to Jessie, the old man's daughter. She thought she knew so much… She thought she knew so much about me….

Hiruma burst through the heavy double-doors, panting heavily. The sun shone brightly as if praising his successful return. For just a mere minute, he stopped and admired the orbs beauty. Never had it looked so bright… Alright, that's done. But how will I get home? Hiruma snarled a curse under his ragged breath. Now what…!

"Hey you… Yoichi."

Hiruma looked up as slowly as possible, almost regretting stealing the files. Standing in front of him with a hand placed sternly of her hip was Jessie. Her anger was clear by the way she was shaking.

"Oi, what shall I call you…? How about effin' woman?" Hiruma smirked and raised his hands for her to see. "You caught me red-handed, friggin' woman… But..." He chuckled and placed a hand on his bag. "You haven't won yet. As long as I have the file, the lead is mine." His grin dropped and was replaced by a tight and rebellious frown.

Jessie sighed. "Oh, you're right indeed. The lead is yours as long as you have that precious file. But what will you gain from taking even just a peek? Much less reading the whole thing? Nothing." She bit her quivering lip. "M-my father…keeps no secrets…especially not from you…"

"Yeah!" Hiruma yelled. "And how would you know! Are you telling yourself that, perhaps?" He began to laugh, and what a laugh it was. High and rising slowly with each cackle. It was a mocking laugh, an arrogant, mocking laugh.

Jessie reached into her pocket slowly, pulling out a shining silver object. "Mr. Yoichi…" She tightened her empty fist and raised the gun shakily, pointing it at Hiruma's chest. "Return the files… now. Y-you are a valuable creature and I wouldn't want to have to kill you just for some papers. And, you're also very important to my father."

Hiruma smirked grimly with his teeth bared and hollow eyes. "I'd like to see you try. You know you can't do it, your dirty effin' liar." He turned around, back now facing the gun-bearing Jessie. "Go on, shoot me. Shoot me or I'll run."

Jessie's shaking quickened as Hiruma's taunts grew nastier and crueler.

"Come on, you know you couldn't even bear it, friggin' woman."

I…

"Shoot me, little girl, shoot me and I'll drop dead."

I'm sorry Hiruma-kun…

"Afraid, little girl? Shoot the dog dead."

I saved you because I wanted you to live...

"I'm waiting, little girl, come on and shoot the doggy…"

…but now I'll be the one delivering your death…how ironic.

She pulled the trigger.

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Nothing.

Again, nothing.

"What?" Jessica gasped as she pulled the trigger repeated, each time making her more upset. There was nothing in it. Her own father had sent her out with an unloaded gun, probably knowing as well. Her father… Her eyes snapped open. "You…" She looked at Hiruma and choked on a sob. "Y-y-you knew!"

"Yeah," Hiruma said with a content look on his face. "I'm pretty good with guns. I could take one apart and put it back together with my eyes closed. And…" He tapped his ear. "…this advanced hearing of mine helped as well. I knew it wasn't loaded the minute you took it out. Had it been loaded, I probably would've run."
Jessie dropped down on her knees, sobbing bitterly. "H-he tried to kill me! My father! He must want me dead!"
Yoichi… Hiruma-kun… Have you been right all along?

"Hiruma-san!"

"Oh?" Hiruma looked up and saw a shocked Sena and sheet-white Mamori.

"You almost were killed!" shrieked Mamori, eyes wide.

Hiruma waved casually, grin returning. "Oi, you, effin' manager and freakin' chibi… You're driving me home." He sent one last glance at the weeping Jessica and strode off to join his friends.

Hiruma-kun… Is this what you've been feeling all along? Betrayal…?

A/N: As you call probably tell, I'm a fan of the "break the cutie" trope. And mental breakdowns. I hope this turned out good, I read through it a few times and nothing seemed out of place. I do hope that I'm not rushing this though. I know I've said this in just about every chapter, but the critique is helping me out with this and my other fics. Thank you very much.~LOVE, TeenageNeko.