Title: Reward

Replies:

CandyFluff09 – Well thanks for reading! It does inspires me to write knowing that someone is reading my works and I can make them happy. Hehehe. :D

Yana – I got that idea from the last episode of the anime where Cerberus was at the audience with three little puppies while watching NFL where Sena and Hiruma were opponents. Mamori's clothes were contemplating with Hiruma's uniform there that makes me think they are married. And Suzuna is Sena's cheerleader too. Well I love both couples. Hehe. :D

crecentomoon – I don't think I can write a good Rated M story. Hahaha. I think I should read more stuff. But I'm planning to make one on the next chapters when I could get an inspiration though. :D

Notes: Hiruma and Mamori now both third years in high school. They are now dating. And Hiruma gets jealous. Hahaha. XD


"Catch MAX!"

"TOUCHDOWN!" echoed across the Deimon Football Field as a long pass succeeded resulting the Devilbats to win the practice game against Zokugaku Chameleons scoring 20-21. The students of the Deimon High were cheering for their School's team while a certain red-head manager, well ex-manager now, and a hyper cheerleader with skates made their way to the team who was now kicking and shaking a certain monkey for making the last touchdown.

Even though it was just a practice game, the Devilbats made sure to win because their ex-captain said that it would boost their morale and make on-lookers to be a potential candidates for joining the team for the try-outs tomorrow. Third years can still help with club activities and participate in practice games but not in actual games through the persuasion (more like blackmail) of a certain Mr. H to the principal.

"Yaaa. Nice catch Mon-mon!" Suzuna skated circles as she taps Monta's back. "Yeah, nice catch Monta-kun!" Mamori said enthusiastically and enveloped Monta into a hug. The monkey of a receiver had his blood rushed up his face and comically his soul left his body after squealing, "M-marori san hugged m-me. Contented MAX!" before dropping pitifully on the ground. Everyone on the team just sweatdropped as Sena tries to hold back Monta's soul anime smile.

Unknown to them, except to that old faced kicker of course, a certain devil's eye narrowed violently as his Fucking Girlfriend hugged the monkey. He knew that the monkey had this big crush on her ever since day 1. He clicked his tongue and walked out, totally forgot to threaten the Zokugaku punks to be his slaves again for an entire month, he walked out of the picture unnoticed. "Idiot." Musashi just chuckled as he watched the devil's retreating back.

Amidst the chaos of celebrating the team's victory, which includes: Kicking from the Huh-huh brothers. Kurita swinging Komusubi left and right. Taki spinning idiotically. Sena , Yukimitsu and Monta who was now back to life was now jumping their hearts out when suddenly Mamori paused and muttered a "Hiruma-kun." which was barely audible, but still, being observant that he is, Musashi heard, "He left a while ago." He provided stoically and started picking his ear. "He left? Why?" Mamori asked looking confused. Musashi smirked, "The idiot was probably jealous. Make it up to him. You know he's stubborn." He said, ruffled Mamori's hair slightly like he was an older brother encouraging her little sister and started to make his way to the clubhouse. "Eh?" Mamori could just only say disbelieving and dumbfounded staring at Musashi's back like he had just grown two heads.

-oOo-

To say that the Devilbat's after party ends with a mess would be an understatement, it was a chaos. Food wrappers and Soda cans were scattered everywhere so Mamori had to stay behind to clean up the mess at the clubhouse, the boys had insisted to help her but being the motherhen that she is, she told them go home and rest because they should've been tired after the game.

The clubroom was lulled in a nice silence with a touch of a sound of tying a garbage bag and a steady beat of keyboard keys. Mamori was not alone, Hiruma was with her in the clubroom working on whatever evil schemes he had on his laptop. He seemed to be pre-occupied ever since after the game. He had created a whole new world with his laptop and he didn't even joined the others who were partying earlier. Usually he would retort profanities or shoot his teammates for fun during those times but earlier, he did nothing. He was unusually quiet, too quiet for Mamori's taste. And hell he didn't even teased her about her snacking habits when she had eaten about 10 pieces of creampuffs earlier. She knows it was his favourite past time to tease her, and Mamori is starting to worry.

'The idiot was probably jealous. Make it up to him. You know he's stubborn.'

Musashi's words rang through Mamori's mind, uncertain of the cause of the quarterback's discomfort, she tried to talk to him. "Hiruma-kun?" she waited. No response. So she tried again. "Hiruma-kun?"

And again. No response. A vein popped out of her forehead this was starting to get into her nerves. "HIRUMA-KUN!" she yelled. But to her dismay, her efforts were futile, her boyfriend still ignored her.

Hiruma tried his best not to fidget when his Fucking Girlfriend shouted. He doesn't want to talk to her, he's jealo—No! He's angry, yes he's just angry. He's not jealous for damn it. 'Hugging the fucking monkey while all he did was to catch the fucking ball while I threw it all the way from the 10 yard line and for fuck's sake I was the one who came up with that fucking trickplay and I didn't get a damn thing. The fuck! For pete's sake she was my girlfriend an-'

"YOUICHI!" his thoughts trailed off as he heard his given name. His name coming from her lips sounded like music to his ears. Controlling his poker face not to give off any sign of amusement, he looked up to her raising a brow. Mamori composing herself from shouting muttered, "Are you mad at me?"

Hiruma's brow twitched, "Keh! What are you babbling about?" he scoffed returning his gaze to his laptop's screen. The twitching didn't go unnoticed by Mamori, Hiruma could fool anyone else but not her. She sighed, sometimes Hiruma is just so hard to handle when he's like this.

"You're jealous because I hugged Monta-kun." She stated a matter-of-factly. Now his trigger finger twitched, "I'm not fucking jealous!" he growled, obviously annoyed of the conversation. Mamori, knowing Hiruma being the stubborn jerk that he is. "Yeah yeah, you're not jealous." She started and made her way to the couch and sat beside him, then placed a slight peck on his cheeks and muttered. "That was a nice long pass you made earlier." Hiruma looked up to her, poker faced and everything, she just smiled brightly to him. The smile she gives only to him.

Now all the negative feeling vanished, Hiruma had now that devilish grin only he could pull off, "Kekekeke! So I guess I deserve a fucking reward, right Fucking Girlfriend?" he started cackling. But Mamori just shrugged him off, standing up from the couch "I already gave you a kiss, come on, let's go home it's getting la-" she couldn't finished off what she was saying because the next thing she knew. She was lying with her back on the couch, hands pinned above her head. Hiruma was on top of her.

"You call that a kiss?" Hiruma asked dangerously, his face merely inches away from her. "Hiruma-kun. What ar—" he cut her off again. "THAT." He started, "Wasn't enough." And he crashed her lips with his. Mamori's screams of protests being muffled as Hiruma moved his lips hungrily into hers. Baring his fangs into her lower lip forcing it to part, he successfully made an entrance for his tongue inside her lips and tasted every sweet corner of her mouth, his arms now snaking around her waist pulling her closer to him. 'Fucking Creampuffs.' He thought, his girlfriend tasted like those sweets she loves pigging out. Mamori, now intoxicated of his minty flavour instinctively moved her hands to grab a fistfuls of his hair as they both deepened the kiss.

When they parted, both gasping for air, Mamori flushing a deep shade of red muttered. "Just so you know, that was my first." merely avoiding Hiruma's gaze. Hiruma, grinning as if his face would split into two cackled gleefully, "And that wouldn't be your last. Kekekeke! Now get up, I'll walk you home." Both of them straightened their clothes, grabbed their things and walked out of the clubhouse.

On their way to Mamori's home, they were both in a comforting silence they were used to until they reached Mamori's gate. "See you tomorrow Hiruma-kun." Mamori said and was about to enter their gate when Hiruma spoke, "Say Fucking Girlfriend," he started, Mamori looked up to him questioningly when an evil grin found its way to his face. "I'll get 'THAT' kind of fucking reward everytime I make a fucking long pass successful. YA-HA!" he whipped out a photo of him and Mamori kissing earlier and stuffed it into his threat notebook. Mamori could just flush in anger. "Hiruma you pervert!" she hissed careful not her parents to hear her.

"Now don't tell me something I already know. Kekekekke!" Hiruma cackled maniacally as he leaned down to give his Fucking Girlfriend a quick peck on the lips hissing "See you tomorrow Fucking Girlfriend." Before turning to leave, leaving his girlfriend still flushing in embarrassment.

-oOo-

"Look Musashi! Many came to the American Football Entrance try-out!" Kurita said happily almost tearful. Musashi was just smiling beside him, so much had changed ever since last year.

"Kekekeke! Eating behind our backs again you Fucking Ex-Manager! Now isn't it dejavu? You still have cream on your fucking face! Kekeke!" Hiruma cackled gleefully with a camera in one hand taking shots of Mamori who was now blushing madly while evading the end of her broom in the process. "Mou! Hiruma-kun!"

Musashi sweatdropped 'Some things would just never change.' he thought as he glanced at the Ex-Quarterback and Ex-Manager.