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A/N: This would be the first time, I think, that I'm going for a mostly-Hiruma POV, so I'm asking for an apology in advance. And... I don't know what's wrong with today that I ended up having this irreversible italicized fonts. I swear when this weird phenomenon is through, I'll definitely change this to regular fonts. Please bear with me! (Cries)

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Chapter 9

Fucking Skating

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Hiruma Youichi had no idea what happen, how it happened, and who did who.

All he knew was his team – the entire Deimon Devilbats' American football team, along with the idiot's sister, were all wearing skates.

Ice skates, that is.

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Hiruma raised a thin brow, "Oi, fucking manager." He called out at the girl who had seemingly gotten the hang of whatever they were doing. She looked back.

"Oh, you're awake, Hiruma-kun." She replied brightly.

Too brightly.

"Oh you're awake, my face, fucking manager." Hiruma growled. He immediately retaliated though, "How the fuck did I get here?"

"Kurita-kun carried you from the clubhouse." She replied, smiling. Hiruma raised a brow. Then it struck him.

Did that fucking fatty carry him piggyback?! FUCK IT! Wait… he couldn't go on rampage without a concrete reason. He must think, get that fucking gears of his fucking brain work. Thinking of a way to know whether the fucking fatty carried him in the most humiliating way, he retorted"How'd you do that, it was locked."

"Well, Kurita-kun said that you'd kill him if he took you piggyback-" Mamori replied thoughtfully. The look on her face seemed to imply that it was such a shame that he didn't.

'Good for him.' Thought Hiruma, although he wanted to curse Mamori for making a face like that.

"So Musashi-kun-" she continued.

'?!' Hiruma froze. If that fucking old man did anything remotely strange…

"-suggested that we use a stretcher instead." She said, pointing at a stretcher, just some feet away from Hiruma. He wondered if he was going to believe it, but since it was Mamori… but still. Stretcher?! Didn't they think that he would look like a fucking corpse?!

'…'

And to think that he thought that Musashi wasn't an idiot. Maybe staying too much with the idiotic bunch of freshmen weren't helping his friend after all. He snarled, "And what are we doing in this fucking rink?"

"Practice." She smiled.

Okay. He was not the person who had the right whatsoever to think this, but… 'What the fuck?'

"Stop fucking around, fucking manager! How is this fucking ice rink our practice when we're not fucking figure skaters!" Hiruma shouted loudly that someone slipped and got his ass bumped with the cold surface. The fucking shrimp had his hand on his back.

"Sena!" Mamori exclaimed, immediately rushing to the shrimp's side.

Hiruma grunted. He did not like being ignored like this, especially when he was in the middle of a conversation. He raised a brow as Mamori held Sena's hand while helping him stand up.

'Fucking shrimp, can't even stand alone. Fucking manager, always babying that fucking shrimp.' Hiruma's face split into a horrific grin, his teeth bared in a devilish manner.

'Time for explosives.'

However, before he could even bring out a single gun, she already had her broom ready to defy his wants.

"Not here, Hiruma-kun!" she gripped her broom tightly.

Hiruma sneered, "Then fucking tell me why are we fucking here, fucking manager! In less than 5 fucking words!"

"EH?!" everyone within earshot twisted their heads to the heating battle between the two intelligent people.

Mamori raised a brow. Oh how Hiruma would love seeing her go on rampage and shout and challenge and resist him on how unreasonable he was. Oh how the remaining people would rather see sweet Mamori smiling and taking care of them.

Hiruma smirked, as he watched her expression go from surprise, to eyebrow-raising, to panic, and – to his dismay – a composed look, that only meant one thing. She found out a way to say it in less than 5.

He wanted to see that glare that she usually does when he was being unreasonanble! This was UNFAIR! TIMEOUT!

She calmly replied, "Accuracy and balance by sensei."

Okay. Hiruma had to admit, his challenge was lame. An inexcusable one at that. He should've said that she must tell how will this fucking rink help them practice in five fucking words… and in fucking detail.

"Che." He spat as he drew out his Mossberg. Mamori crossed her broom with the firearm, "I won." (Everyone within earshot were overwhelmingly relieved)

Mamori had a triumphant look on her face, and it irked Hiruma as he returned the gun back to its safety. But he wasn't going to let anyone know that it annoyed him, hell will break lose if he would.

He watched as she glided peacefully with the idiot's sister on the rink.

His stomach gave a lurch as he wondered if the fucking manager ate all the chocolates that he gave her just some days ago. Was it a good idea, or did it implant some strange things on her mind about him?

Maybe he shouldn't have given her those after all, and just stuck with his original plan, after all, not all of his plans weren't fucked up even a little.

'Fuck it.' He cursed in his mind.

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"Whoa… i-is t-this okay?" Sena muttered, holding too much on the railing. His hands were shaky, and his thin legs weren't helping either, they looked wobbly and rubbery.

Suzuna, who seemed to get a hang on it (she does roller skate after all!) skidded next to him, "You can let go of the handrail, you know."

"B-but w-what if I fall?!" Sena spluttered, still not letting go of his hold. "E-earlier, my back hurt…"

"It won't be fun if you kept on staying on the sidelines!" Suzuna exclaimed as she grabbed his numb hands, and pulled him off the rail. "Come with me."

Sena complied, "Ah, tha-"

"Hm?" she looked back, causing Sena to look away. "You were going to say something, Sena?" she asked.

"… ah… n-nothing." He muttered, still looking away. He could say his thanks to her later, when he's better. Besides, he couldn't let her see his face at the moment. He was sure he was red all over the face, and yet he did not know why. And surely Suzuna was going to tease him mercilessly about it.

"So cute!" a small voice caught Hiruma's attention. He had been staring into space, as he found ice skating really boring.

Hiruma did not need to look back, he knew who it was. "What're you doing here, Yueno?"

The little girl plopped on the seat next to him, "Nothing. The newspaper club wanted to check out this newly built ice skating rink, said it was one of the largest built here in Japan. We just had to take a look."

Hiruma fell silent, his eyes roamed the rink. There was nothing in particular that caught his eyes… okay, so he was lying to his self. Actually, he was watching his team, whether they could gain enough balance exercise for the next match, after all, their next match would need it. And there was also…

"Hm. Mamori-neesan looks really nice in her outfit today, don't you think, Youichi-sama?"

There she goes again, with her offhand and poker comments that would hit bingo.

"Che." He said, "If she's not going to cut off in her cream puff intake she'll end up being a titanic pulp of skin."

"That's rude." Yueno frowned although Hiruma could easily see through it that she was just acting it out, "Youichi-sama sure has a bad mouth."

"Of course I have, who do you think you're talking to in the first place?" he snapped.

"You didn't let me finish." She smiled. Ah, shit, here she goes again. "You sure have a bad mouth, even if it's about the person you li-" Hiruma stuffed a loaf of bread in her mouth, causing her to choke.

"HI-RU-MA-KUN!" his ears seemed to pick up a signal of an extremely bothersome person. He rotated his head. Fucking right. It was the fucking manager, as expected from a person who seemed to have some kind of radioactive signal whenever he does something 'bad'. Not that he complained though.

Mamori immediately went beside Yueno and patted her back.

Hiruma opened a pack of sugarless gum, took a piece, unwrapped, and popped it in his mouth. All the while he was watching Mamori help Yueno. Somehow, the thing that got stuck on the girl's throat was finally removed.

"What are you staring at?!" Mamori exclaimed, as Yueno went out of the way, probably sensing danger, "Why did you just stare and do nothing?!"

"Because you'd do it, anyway." He replied. He'd rather not answer. Really.

Mamori huffed, "Seriously, this guy…!" She turned on her heel, grabbed Yueno's hand and dragged the girl with her to the rink. Hiruma wanted to roll his eyes. She did let go of that fucking shrimp, but now she was babying Yueno.

Hah! If she knew who that girl was, she might have second thoughts of doing so!

"Kekekekeke!" he laughed, just loud enough for the fucking manager to hear. Not new to him, Mamori turned her head to him, and pouted. It was just too much. "KEKEKEKEKEKEKE!"

"What's so funny?!" Mamori stomped, even though she was in skates, so basically she was wobbly – and at the same time – stomping.

Hiruma laughed harder, if it was even possible.

"What?" She was already holding the railing. Oh how Hiruma loved that look she was giving him right now. Especially that –

"Been stuffing your face, lately, have we, discipline committee officer?" Hiruma laughed his ass off, as he caught the fucking manager speechless. He pointed at the smudge of cream around and on Mamori's lips; she patted her mouth, and her eyes widened as she touched a speck.

CLICK!

"Kya!" Mamori exclaimed as she covered her face with her hands.

"Kekekeke!" Hiruma threw his head back as he laughed. "Next time, fucking manager, if you want to devour behind our backs, make sure we won't notice. Kekekeke!" He swung the digital camera on his hands.

"Give me that camera, Hiruma-kun!" Mamori exclaimed as she reached for the humiliation missile that he had just captured. Her efforts, however, was futile, as Hiruma encased the camera with his long, thin fingers and placed it in the pocket of his pants. "You're such an evil, evil—"

He looked back and smirked, "Evil what?"

To his surprise, Mamori had a fucking startled look on her face. Not everyday you could see her be surprised like fucking hell. More to his amusement, she broke in blushes, and stuttered, "I – I – ah…"

Now he didn't know what was more amusing, Anezaki Mamori of the disciple committee had just stuttered – or the fact that she blushed - or the fact that it was because of him that's why she stuttered and blushed.

Then she had that look of panic in her face. It was probably his outer sadistic tendencies really coming to him, but seeing her in a state of panic was kind of – well, it's not the time or place to think of things like that.

"Kekekeke!" Hiruma laughed, letting her slip this time.

Surely, if he had commented on her stutter, and her blush, those fucking shrimps would get interested in it, and get things more fucked up. Add the fact that the fucking monkey was probably going to die of heart attack – couldn't let them die, well, not until they play in the Christmas Bowl and top that fucking game.

The only people possible to have caught up on her fucking blatant blush were… him (Hiruma), herself (duh), Musashi, that fucking baldy, and that fucking scarface (1), Juumonji. Musashi and fucking baldy wouldn't be a problem though, Hiruma knew that. The problem was fucking scarface: well, he'd just have to settle that later, if ever he really did notice that fucking blush on his fucking manager's face.

Though he was a confrontational bastard, he would rather keep personal interests in private. After all, his personal sphere was quite large, after all.

'Wait.' Hiruma thought. 'I just called her my fucking manager, didn't I?'

Oh how fucking glad he was that he could think without having the fucking need to talk. Oh how fucking glad he was.

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A/N Part 2: This is a short tribute to one of my favorite anime: Ginban Kaleidoscope (it's a shoujo anime actually… and the only thing it has in common with this chapter, is that it's about ice skating.) Which doesn't get enough love it deserves. (prods you with the Devil's trident so that you'd go to the Ginban Kaleidoscope section of don't know much about ice skating, since I've never done it. I just think it was really pretty in Ginban, so pardon me if I'm not placing things right, okay? Thanks lots!

Fucking scarface – because I can't think of a better nickname for Juumonji. I mean, Kuroki now has "fucking fishlips"!

I'm currently rereading Eyeshield 21, and I'm in Volume 18 right now. Because of that, I want to read Kyoutaro/Juri/Akaba threesome RIGHT NOW. And a Kakei/Mizumachi/Otohime would be nice too. (coughs)

QUESTION: Is it just me, or Hiruma-sama's chibi is hilariously cute?! I mean, really really cute?! (See Volume 17, in the extra DOWN about Eyeshield 21 having a comp game…)

I was wondering why you guys asked if the previous chapter was the last chapter... do you want it to be the last one? Well, if not...

POLL: Theme for next chapter? I already did chocolates and skates, so all that's left are… TRAIN and ROSES. Please read and review!

YA-HA!