"Say... Is Hiruma gay?"
Panther almost choked on his soda at the sudden question of the latest addition of San Antonio Armadillos, Ray Xanders, he is a tight-end rookie fresh from college. They've just won the Superbowl and is currently in Las Vegas now for their after party/vacation prepared by their Coach.
"And where'd you get that idea brat?" Clifford asked raising a brow.
"I mean, look around, this is the Sin City, Las Vegas. We've been here two days now and I've never seen Hiruma fool around with some girls here. Even Panther bought one in his hotel room last night."
This time, Panther finally choked on a piece of beef he was chewing, "H-hey! How'd you know that!"
"Well I saw you, you were pretty loud in the hallway singing out of tune and I had to peek."
Panther blushed crimson, "l-i was drunk!"
"Yeah, yeah. There's no need to explain yourself really, Panther. It's normal to sleep around in their mid twenties. And that is something that Hiruma never does, he does not even glance at our cheerleaders. So, is he gay?" Ray pressed on.
"He's not." Clifford answered as he glanced at the pole dancers that started their performance of the night.
"Really? All of our members are here in the pub now, and where is he?" Ray asked as their members whistled at the performance.
"He's probably in the casino, I swear he will probably get banned there one day." Panther chuckled as one time he decided to go with Hiruma in a casino and the man made thousands of dollars in one night.
"See? Casino over these hot girls?" Ray asked incredulously.
"Hiruma has a girlfriend back in Japan." Clifford stated, a matter of factly.
"He has?" Ray's eyes are as wide as saucers.
"Yes! We met her when we were in highschool. She was the manager of Hiruma's american football team and the Japan All stars. I believe they've been together since highschool and went to the same college together." Panther said thoughtfully.
"He has a girlfriend?" Ray repeated dumbly. "What girl in their right mind would have the Demonic Quarterback as their boyfriend?"
"An angel, Fucking Mohawk." Ray could swear a chill had ran down his spine as Hiruma propped down the seat next to him, he swore there is venom when he said his endearment to him. "So, why are you bastards fucking gossiping about me?"
"I thought you were at the casino brat." Clifford commented as Hiruma called the waiter to order some food.
"I was, but the dealer at the blackjack table suspected me of card counting so I was not allowed to play anymore. Besides I'm fucking starving."
Panther chuckled, "I told you you're gonna be banned there someday, you'll get the casino broke."
"Tch. Atleast I wasn't fined because they've got no evidence I card counted."
Ray still could not believe his greatest discovery of the night. Hiruma has a girlfriend, the gun-totting, blackmailing, demonic quarterback of San Antonio Armadillos has a girlfriend.
His imagination ran wild, showing a girl clad in sultry outfit, piercings and probably had her choice of weapon too. It is probably Hiruma's type he thought, something flashy like the magnificent bastard that he is. Oh boy he had never been so wrong in his entire life.
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Hiruma Youichi glared at the innocent box sitting on the center table of their team's office room. It has been a long time since he had seen one of those, tasted those, directly from his girlfriend's mouth. Mamori's lips tastes exactly like those creampuffs she likes pigging out. And a hard on before afternoon practice is not very convenient he must say.
"Ah, Hiruma, good you're already here." the Armadillo's Coach said as he approached the quarterback who is glaring murder at the innocent box of creampuffs. "Mrs. Walters was here a little while ago, she bade goodbye to the team and handed me her retirement letter for the managerial position. She even bought some treats before she left."
Hiruma nodded, still glaring murder at the culprit of his libido, the old woman probably brought it for the team. Mrs. Walters is waste though, she was a good team manager. She was like the Armadillo's old lady, she even tolerated him at times and kept him in line. But its probably best for her to retire already, she is already getting on the senior age.
"Also, here is the new manager, her name is Anezaki Mamori." the coach continued as he walked past Hiruma into his desk and handed him what looked like a resume. "She's got quite an achievement, you'll probably like her." said the coach referring to her Managerial Skills.
Fool. Like? That would be an understatement.
"Hello, Hiruma... -kun." she said in perfect english, the last part came out as a whisper that made his ear twitch. He turned around to see her standing by the door.
"Fucking Manager." he popped his gum, she smiled innocently. Damn.
"Hey now Hiruma. Sigh. Don't be offended Anezaki, he always got nicknames for everyone." the Coach reprimanded slightly. "He even called the previous manager 'Fucking Grandma'."
"Don't worry about it Coach." Mamori smiled at their coach for assurance. Hiruma's eyes still glued at her.
"Well let's start the afternoon practice shall we?" the Coach said as he made his way to the door.
"You can go first Coach, I have to.. orient the Fucking Manager." Hiruma said as he tossed some papers out of thin air to Mamori which she had caught with ease. The astonished Coach made out the papers on the Manager's hands as their team statistics and handsigns. Of course Hiruma would do that, he is in charge for the trickplays which involved everyone even his dog Cerberus. Anyone, anything can be a card he can use when the Demonic Quarterback is on the field.
"Fine, don't take so long though. You have to practice your throws too." The Coach reminded as he closed the door behind him.
"Lock the door Fucking Manager."
Mamori sighed as she turned around to do as he said. "Mou, Youichi-"
She was not able to continue nagging when the next thing she knew she had been lifted up and placed on the nearest table in the team's office room, which happened to be the Coach's desk. And most importantly, Hiruma's tongue is already forcing its way on her mouth.
"W-wait Youichi! This is sexual harrasment!" she had managed to facepalm the half of his face to put a little distance between them.
A vein popped on his forehead, "Sexual harassment my ass, really Fucking Girlfriend? There is an 81% chance that you were the one who brought that creampuffs". Hiruma glared as he pointed at the box on the coffee table.
Mamori looked like she was a deer caught in the headlights. She was just planning to tease him a little, she knew too well he does not like sweet things. But she does know too well what does a creampuff's effect on him, especially if it is on her mouth, or other parts of her body.
"You knew this was coming. You planned this. Shouldn't you take responsibility Ma. Mo. Ri?" he said sarcastically as he grabbed her hand and placed it in front of his pants.
Her eyes frantically grew wider, "That better be a gun Youichi."
"274 days, 3 hour, 42 minutes and 19 seconds Fucking Girlfriend. That was the last time I tasted something sweet." he whispered huskily on her ear.
Mamori racked her brain and remembered that was Valentines last year, when he unceremoniously showed up in front of her apartment back in Japan with a helicopter above his head and told her that he was horny. He had her hostage for the weekend and they celebrated Valentines Day, in every room of her apartment. Seeing the couples on that day being lovey-dovey while he was alone in America sure made him miss her, and he just had to show her how much.
"A-and how is that my fault?" Mamori tried sounding defiant but his breath on her ear makes it difficult.
"Creampuffs Fucking Girlfriend. Cream. Puffs." he started trail butterfly kisses on her neck. "I have to eat creampuffs. Now."
And the author decided not to go further because this fic might go rated M and she just wants to tease you. She smirks triumphantly as she types this paragraph.
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Although Ray felt bad that Mrs. Walters had resigned, he could say that he is happy that the new manager was basically an Angel. She's beautiful, on top of that she took care of the team's needs and had easily fit in the Armadillos. She even prepared honeyed lemons for the team!
The Coach had told them about the new manager when the afternoon practice had started and said she is being oriented by their Quarterback in the clubhouse. They came out together 3o minutes after the coach, with Anezaki flushing red and Hiruma cackling evilly. He probably bullied her, he had even already nicknamed her 'Fucking Manager'.
To say that he has a crush on the new Team Manager would be an understatement, he had a huge crush on her. He even stayed behind so he can probably show her around and he could invite her to dinner. She had gone to discuss some plays with Hiruma after their practice.
He had not gotten a chance to talk to her during practice because the Quarterback has been hogging all her attention with strategi-zing on the strength of his cards(the players) and how to use them. He rolled his eyes, its a good thing that Hiruma has a girlfriend and he is very 'faithful' to her. He shuddered, the word faithful does not sit well with the devil incarnate. He probably have a chance with Anezaki.
"Oh Ray. You're still here?" Panther said as he walked up to him on the parking lot, Clifford was trailing behind him.
"Yes, how about you two?"
"Coach had us check what else was needed in the gym so he could process the purchase. Why are you still here?" Clifford asked.
"I was waiting for Anezaki, maybe I could take her out for dinner to welcome her." Ray said bashfully scratching the back of his head.
"Don't! You'll die!" Panther panicked, his face horror stricken. Ray was confused.
Clifford raised a brow, "Didn't you know?"
"Eh? Know what?"
"She is Hiruma's girlfriend."
As if on cue, the door of the clubhouse suddenly opened revealing the quarterback and the new manager. They are visibly arguing about something. Panther had managed to grab Ray to hide behind one of the big cars, even Clifford followed suit.
"Tch. Way to ruin my plans Fucking Girlfriend, you did not told me you were coming here, nevertheless applying as the Armadillos manager. You said you will be extending your teaching contract for another year."
"And what exactly are those plans Youichi?"
"Ah, maybe kidnap you just after you give your fucking speech on your farewell party and smuggle you here in America so I can have you tied up in my bed when I get home. Kekekeke!" he was laughing on the verge of tears as Mamori puffed her cheeks angrily. They were walking towards Hiruma's car.
"Mou! You haven't changed!"
"Tch. Why should I change? So tell me, what's the fucking deal. It is not like you to do this on an impulse." Now he is being serious, Ray and Panther wondered how he can easily switch his moods, Clifford does not like the idea of the three of them eavesdropping, he could sense danger.
"I've seen the article in the Football Digest magazine, there was this field reporter they are matching up with you. The one that always interviews you during the half time. I already told you, I won't.. let you.. get away." Mamori looked away, clearly embarrassed.
Hiruma furrowed his brows, he had saw that article too but he could never care less. So his girlfriend was jealous about that it made her fly from Japan to America and be the new manager? "And when did you fucking said that?"
"Highschool. Cupid's game. I'm keeping my promise so-" Mamori looked at him, her face red as the Devilbat's uniform. Fucking adorable.
She was not able to continue what she was saying when he had closed the gap between them and held her face to give her a quick peck on the lips. "Tch. I'm yours..."
Panther had to stop a manly shriek coming out from his throat. The exchange between the quarterback and manager made him giddy. It felt like watching those romantic movies he grew up with his Grandma.
"..and you're fucking mine." Hiruma let go of her face and whipped out an AK-47 to fire at the eavesdroppers' feet at the back of the truck. "Got that Fucking Mohawk?"
"Ah! He died! Clifford help!" Panther panicked as he held Ray's soul that was leaving his body anime style. Clifford sighed as he held on Ray's soul too, simply because they would need a tight-end on the next match.
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OMAKE:
"So Mr. Hiruma, you're team is trailing behind with 24 points for the first half. Do you have prepared some brilliant trickplays for your comeback?" asked the reporter sweetly, there had been whispers around the stadium.
The football fans had been linking this reporter with the demonic quarterback. But the quarterback is not even sparing her a glance. He had his eyes fixed on the Armadillos bench. Mamori had her brows furrowed, she knows how a girl looks at a guy she likes. And that is how exactly the reporter is looking at Hiruma.
A hand sign. I'm yours. Mamori looked away.
"Mr. Hiruma?" the reporter repeated.
"Tch. Of course." he answered as he whipped out an AK-47 and fire a shot at Mamori who had effectively blocked it with her clipboard, she puffed her cheeks at Hiruma. Now she is looking at him again. Good.
The reporter and the cameraman stared in horror at the gun totting quarterback and they watched as he stalked to the Armadillos bench. The camera following his every move. Mamori examined the dent on her clipboard and noticed something shiny. An engagement ring.
She couldn't help but smile, she wore the ring and showed it to her approaching fiancee. Also showing it to the audience since the camera was following Hiruma. Fits perfectly. Hiruma grinned evilly, he gave a quick peck when he reached bench. And just like that the rumors died instantly.
"Ah help me get their souls back in their body!" Panther cried as he used his Zero Gravity Run going to jump from teammates to teammates who had a crush on their manager as their souls started leaving their bodies anime style.
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Kekekeke! Isn't Panther adorkable? Please let us support #BlackLivesMatter I was thinking of a fic with him and this came out. Also, this almost swerve to a rated M one, I had stopped myself on the last minute. Wahahaha. Please leave a comment though, it will make me happy. 3