A/N: Scarlet0911, I would have made the love scene a bit more graphic, hehe, but it was still under a "T" rating at the time and I was trying not to compromise that. There may be some spicier action in the future though ;) If you can recall which episode he did interact with those foreign girls, I would be glad to know (for future reference, of course).

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"Monta-kun?"

The team surrounded Monta, with worried looks on their faces (although the Ha-ha brothers looked more annoyed than anything). They were all recovering from the shock of seeing Hiruma carrying "his fucking manager" into the waiting copter and out of school, but no one was able to predict how Monta would react.

At the moment, the ape-ish receiver was frozen, with his mouth open and a line of drool hanging slightly out of the corner of his mouth. His eyes were wide open and empty, and slowly he began to fall onto his face. Once on the ground, he began twitching and muttering. The only discernible phrases were things such as, "Poor Mamori-san..." "Hiruma-san?" "Why...WHY!?" "Sadness-MAAAAAX..."

Sena pulled his friend into the clubhouse for a cup of tea to calm him down. Outside, Musashi was still looking mildly amused, and Kurita was beginning to overcome his initial shock.

"Musashi-kun, did you know..?" Kurita asked.

"Yes, Kurita, I knew. But he never really admitted it."

"It's irritating, that Hiruma can get a girl before us..." muttered Togano. "But I bet Juumonji has been confessed to already." Togano and Kuroki glared at the third Ha-ha brother, who simply smacked them in response, while shuffling uncomfortably; little did his friends know that he was currently hiding a handmade bentou in his locker, which had been given to him by a very pretty girl earlier that day.

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"Hiruma-kun, put me down...!" Mamori's cries of protest fell upon deaf, pointed ears as they arrived at their destination.

"Kekeke, fucking manager, you can't let me do things my own style?"

"Well, at least you did keep one promise to me..."

They were standing at the entrance to Tokyo Disneyland Resort. The cheerful banners waving in the wind and the sounds of happily chattering visitors filled the air, while Mamori gaped in awe. She had always wanted to visit, but due to the crowds and her schedule, she found it difficult. As they walked up to the gate, she was not surprised to see that everyone moved slightly to let them pass, and that Hiruma wasn't seen actually buying Passports into the park. For once, she was glad; the crowds were enormous all year long, and it often took hours to get through a single line.

"So, where do you want to go first?" Hiruma asked, with a smile playing around his lips.

She pulled a map out of her bag which she had managed to grab at the entrance and perused through quickly. "Ooh, Hiruma-kun, let's go on Pooh's Hunny Hunt!" she exclaimed. The new attraction was noted for its unique "trackless" technology, and she was quite eager to try it out.

He groaned a little, reminding himself that he had promised to take her to one of these places, but wished that it wasn't so...kiddish. How could he let himself been seen at a place like this? Luckily, I already hacked into the security systems and all the security footage is going straight into my PCs he thought in relief.

When they reached the line for the ride, Mamori was daunted by the lines that coiled around and the hordes of people waiting to get in. When Hiruma saw the look of disappointment on her face, he decided to step in.

The first people to get nudged aside looked around indignantly at "the punk who decided to try and cut in front of all these honest people." However, when they recognized the blonde spikes, earrings and trademark grin (the evil aura didn't hurt, either), they were quite glad to let him pass, with a protesting Mamori in tow.

"Hiruma-kun, we can't just cut in front of everyone, that's dishonest!" she said, distraught.

"Tch, fucking manager, you wanted to go to an amusement park, didn't you? When you said that did you actually want to ride one of these damned things or did you just want to come?" he asked irritably. He disliked crowded areas, and just wanted to get out of there.

The same thing happened at "It's a Small World," where Hiruma looked as though he'd vomit from the cutesy voices and tiny singing figurines (which he called "Mini fucking chibis") and again at Space Mountain (where he was more tolerable due to the speed and moderately exciting dips and turns). Mamori was simply glad to be there, and laughed whether he groaned or grinned.

Finally, after a long day of waiting in lines (yeah, right) and going on ride after ride (amusement park rides, you pervs!), Mamori and Hiruma called it a day. As they lounged on a park bench, with her eating the ice cream he had bought her and him simply chewing a stick of gum, they sat in peaceful silence.

"Thank you for today, Hiruma-kun. I know it must have been hard for you to do something so...Un-Hiruma-ish. But I really appreciated it." She beamed at him, and for a second his breath caught in his throat as the setting sun gave her face this radiant glow.

"Tch, it was nothing, fucking manager..."

After another moment's silence, he spoke again. "Eh, there's our ride." In the distance, Mamori spotted the quickly approaching helicopter.

In the air, Mamori wondered why Hiruma always extorted others for his transportation.

"Mou, Hiruma-kun, could it be...?"

He cocked an eyebrow at her.

"...that you don't know how to drive?"

He twitched slightly.

"There's no shame in that, you know, I don't have my license either."

"I can drive, when I have to," he growled, "but it's easier to make other people do it."

"Oh, I get it, you don't like dealing with traffic, do you?"

He turned and faced the window. He would never let her know it, but sometimes she managed to hit the nail on the head.

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As Hiruma walked Mamori the rest of the way to her house (letting the helicopter leave after dropping them off on the Deimon field), he turned to Mamori with a serious face.

"Damned manager, I don't know how to break this to you..."

Her face was slowly turning from sunshine and cheer to gray dread.

"...but this Saturday you better be free to go to the movies."

Her quivering lip was replaced with an astonished countenance, until suddenly she began hitting him.

"Hiruma-kun, how could you? You scared me, going all serious like that. One day you're going to give me a heart attack!"

He avoided or fended off most of her attacks, but let a few through. It had been worth teasing her.

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"So, Hiruma, how'd your date go?" Musashi asked playfully. "Did you manage to keep your clothes on this time?"

"Shut up, fucking old man, she had a good time."

"But you didn't?"

"Tch...it was okay. Not my kind of thing."

"So what is your ideal date then?"

Hiruma looked at his kicker with an odd look on his face as he looked out the window of the cafe. "Something atypical. Exotic and exciting. Fast-paced, and without any fucking lines or mechanical shrimps squeaking about 'It's a small world after all.'"

"You know, you forgot to bring her flowers."

"Did I really, old man?"

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As Mamori entered her house after kissing Hiruma on the cheek and waving him goodbye (he hadn't been too impressed by the kiss, but took what he could get) Mamori trotted cheerfully into her house. She had expected to smell her mother's cooking, and the special scent that's unique to every house.

She hadn't expected the wave of flowery scent that washed over her.

Stepping into the kitchen, her look of surprise was matched by that of her mother. The room was filled with flowers, and one of the larger bouquets carried a small card addressed "Manager."

Fucking manager!

Don't think I forgot about your damned flowers.

-Hiruma

She smiled a little, thinking that something this flashy could only be done by him. Or maybe the Hakushuu quarterback, but hopefully Hiruma's motives weren't so grim.

"Oy, Hiruma-kun..."

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Back at the cafe, Hiruma sneezed.

"Looks like Anezaki got your little gift then, huh." Musashi's amused voice never faltered under that murderous gaze.