Handcuffed

By Jillian Leonhart

Disclaimer: What?! I'm not Riichiro Inagaki or Yuusuke Murata!!

A/N: ' bla… bla… bla…' for text message.

Last Chapter: Text Message

"Mom, I'm home…" Mamori took off her shoes and strode inside the house. Hiruma had left after seeing her get inside.

"Mamori-chan… You finished the project?" her mom came out from the kitchen, wearing an apron.

'Project??' she knitted an eyebrow, looking confused.

Seeing her daughter's expression, Mamori's Mom smiled gently and said, "You must be tired with the project…"

"Uh… Ehehehe… I guess…" Mamori laughed nervously, she tried to play along. 'This must be Hiruma's doing! Just what did he tell my mom?' she said, mentally.

"So, how did your sleepover at Harumi-chan's place?" Mamori's mom went back to the kitchen while talking. Mamori followed. She sat down on the counter.

'Harumi?? Who…' Mamori bit down her lips to prevent herself from laughing. 'Harumi…Hiruma…' she thought.

"Hm..? Honey? How was your sleep over?" Mamori's mom turned from her dishes to look at her daughter, who's holding back a laugh.

"Oh, hmm. I… We… Well, we worked on the project all night long… Ah, actually, he, I mean, she did most of the work since, I fell asleep as soon as we got to hi… I mean her place."

"Mamori-chan… That's rude! You should have helped her…" Mamori's mom took the lunches she had made, and placed them on the counter, in front of Mamori.

"Yes mom. I've already said sorry to her… And I covered my part as soon as I wake up this morning." Mamori helped her mom arranged the dishes.

Mamori's mom sat herself across from Mamori. "You wanna eat your lunch?" Mamori's mom stared at her daughter's tired face with concern.

"I'm sorry Mom. I think I'll pass." Mamori get up from her seat and heading to the bathroom upstairs.

"Mamori, what happened to your wrist?"

"Huh? Oh, this… Uhm… Well, I got clumsy with some tools…" Mamori tried to cover her wounded wrist. The wound had already dried. "It's nothing, really. Mom, I think I'll go straight to bed. I'm so tired."

Mamori's mom eyed her with concern, "Well, if you say so, honey. You want me to call you for dinner?"

"No mom. I'll come down if I want." Mamori then went upstairs. She took a long hot shower, changed to her PJs, bandage up her wrist, and collapsed on her bed. Fast asleep. Not bothering to turn off the lamp.

***

Mamori opened her eyes slowly, and then sat up on her bed. Her room was dark. Looks like her mom had come up and turn off the lamp for her. She rubbed her eyes to clear her vision. "11 PM…?" she muttered after glanced at the glowing light of her digital alarm clock, sat nicely on a desk across the bed. She hears a soft humming sound coming from her night stand. It was her cell phone!

She took it and stares at the glowing-blue screen. 'New message? Who ever send a text message this late?' She wondered. She felt a strange fluttering feeling on her belly as she read the text.

'Fucking manger, U're punished 4 skippin' practice today. U've gotta be the HQ earlier than fucking fatty tomorrow. Or else, your pict in that cheerleading out fit will be scattered all over the school by tomorrow morning'. Kekekeke…'

She smiled at the sensation that warmed her cheeks despite the threat he'd just given, and quickly write a reply.

'Excuse me?! Am I the only 1 who skipped practice today?! Wut 'bout U Hiruma-kun!? U skipped practice 2! So U're punished as well. Thank you.'

She hit the send button and put the cell phone on the night stand. She found herself waiting restlessly for the reply 5 minutes latter.

She jumped and almost squealed of excitement when her cell phone vibrated on the night stand. She took it in a zap, open the text message, and her heart beat went faster as she wondered what kind of reply he would send her.

'Heh, U're still up fucking manger? U're mommy's gonna be mad, girl… It's past your bed time… N who do U think make me skipped practice huh? U're the cause, so U're the 1 deserve punishment.'

She half pouted half smiled and quickly write a reply.

'Ugh…! Fine! wutever… Talk 'bout my mom, U said you had called her when I tried to call her that morning right?! What did U tell her!!! ?'

Sending the message, she fiddled with her cell phone strap, while lying on her back. Staring at the ceiling, she could felt her cheeks flushed as she thought about the person she's exchanging text message with.

Her cell phone hummed again, and she almost throws the thing from her hands, in surprise. She quickly opened the message.

'Kekekeke… Something 'bout U doin' something in Harumi's place.'

She laughed a bit and shakes her heads lightly at Hiruma's name, female version. She quickly wrote the reply.

' (^_^;) Harumi-chan huh? Can't U think another name? Harumi's too cute 4 some one like U ^^'

She smiled and punched the 'send' button. She got up from her bed and sat down on her desk. She turned the desk lamp on, and stared at her cell phone, waiting for the devil's reply. For some reason, she didn't feel sleepy any more.

Ten minutes had pass and still no reply. Mamori kept waiting. Another ten minutes and her heart grew uneasy. "Did he get angry? Uhm… Maybe he's doing some thing… Or, Am I boring and he already asleep?" thousands possibility of why him not replying her message, rushing on her head.

After another ten minutes and still no reply, she gripped her cell phone tightly in her hand, and opens the phone book inside her cell phone. She dialed Hiruma's number. Each 'tuut' made her heart beating faster. When she heard he picked up, she quickly hit the 'end call' button and clutched her cell phone on her chest. "Why am I become so nervous? I talked to him every day, why can't I talk to him on the phone, to night?" she was confused by her sudden nervous for the quarterback.

"Ah!!" she yelped at the sudden vibrate on her chest, caused by her cell phone. A new text message!

'What, fucking manger?'

She breathed in relief, reading the text from Hiruma.

'Nothing. Were U sleepin?'

'Nope.'

'What were U doin' then?'

'Planning World domination.'

'(-_-"). Where R U anyway? R U in your apartment?'

'I'm under your bed.'

Mamori startled at the text he sent, and quickly kneeled down to check under her bed. Knowing Hiruma, anything's possible for him. But she found nothing there. She was surprised at the slight disappointment she felt… She scowled at the text, but there's still some text bellow, as she scrolled down the screen.

'Kekeke… can totally see U freaked out and checked under your bed. I'm not fucking Boogey Man, fucking manger.'

"You…!" Mamori did that half smiled half pouted expression again, while her fingers flew over the keypad on her cell phone.

'Ugh… U jerk! Anywayz, why're U still up this late?'

'Tell me 100 reasons why I should tell U, n I still won't tell U.'

Mamori giggled at his joke. Her finger froze above the keypad. "What next? What should I ask him?? He wouldn't answer if it's anything 'bout his personal life. How 'bout something about Amefuto?? Nah… I'm too tired to think up about strategy right now…" she keeps muttering to herself. Her eyes lighten up when she found a topic, a few minutes latter.

'Fine, Mr. Mysterious… Then, would U tell me 'bout the scene when we got handcuffed? Cuz, U knw… As U told me, I'm drunk, and I can't remember anything… How did we end up being handcuffed together?'

A long 30 minutes and no answer. She was going to miscalled him again, when her cell phone hummed. A new text message.

'U said I steal your heart n U put that fucking handcuff on our wrist, while saying U arrest me cuz I've steal your heart without permission.'

Mamori couldn't believe what she read. Did she really said that?? So something he said in her dream was true?? She wrote the reply.

'U must be kidding me…'

It onlt took him a few seconds to reply.

'Yea… U must be kidding me too, back then. Of all the things, why should I steal your fucking heart and be arrested 4 it… Here… take back your fucking heart…'

Bellow the text was a heart, shaped by the words 'fuck'. Mamori flushed furiously at the text. She would definitely save that text on her cell phone forever. A new text message appears on her cell phone screen a few seconds latter.

'U better keep that fucking heart for your self fucking manger. Cuz that's my next target after I steal the X-mass Bowl trophy.'

It took five minutes for Mamori to register the meaning of those words. She blushed hard, but fortunately managed to write a reply.

'Don't take too long or someone else would steal it… 'G nite, Hiruma-kun'

'Nite, fucking manager'

The End

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