Title: Pictures
Characters: Hiruma x Mamori
Replies:
Crecentomoon – I wonder how many too. But for sure he would be satisfied enough with Mamori's lips. Hahahaha. :D
Yana – Well Hiruma is showy and flashy, that's why I don't think he will conceal his pervyness to Mamori. XD
Takani-sensei's Nurse – Thank you for reading! I'm glad I wasn't the only one who was rooting for this couple. :D
CandyFluff09 – I really think so. Wahahaha. :D
Notes: This CandyFluff09's request. I'm sorry it is a bit crappy though, I'm actually running out of ideas. Hehe. Ichi is Hiruma's little enemy. XD
"Aypwee cownpwig tratert" (ip config tracert) muttered two year old Ichi as he was concentrating at his father's laptop screen while he was sitting comfortably in Hiruma's lap, the latter cackling once in a while everytime his son enters different private servers with ease. "Kekekekeke! You've got talent Fucking Brat! Kekekeke!" Hiruma mused gleefully ruffling his son's messy hair. It is weekend and it is the time of the day when they would have their 'Father and Son Bonding', they can only do it for a few hours in which those hours Mamori is out in the grocery to buy their weekly stocks. Hiruma never lets Mamori to see this kind of bonding because it includes:
1. Practicing throws using anything they have on the house which consists vases, pots, picture frames or anything that little Ichi's hands could have a grip. And when Mamori would come home to see the mess they made, Hiruma would tell her they've been playing hide and seek.
2. Hiruma teaching Ichi how to use handguns. Ichi's hands were still little that's why he's contented with handguns for now. He taught him from cleaning it to firing it. They have even used their neighbour's cat for target practice once. Maybe he would let him use AK-47 or M-16 when he reach three.
3. Sometimes they would accompany Mamori to the grocery and while she is busy grabbing things from different sections, Hiruma would stay with Ichi who would be sitting in their cart and observe different people. If one person would get Ichi's interest, Hiruma would whip out his little black book and show Ichi what's in for that person. This would be followed by one hoarse and a cute small little "Kekekeke." from both father and son.
And for today, their lesson was basic hacking. Hiruma was fascinated as he watched his little brat intrude private servers of the biggest companies in Japan. He cackled gleefully, his IQ and together with his Fucking Wife sure made their son a Fucking Genius. He can already read and write but still his tongue needs more practice in formulating words, but that wouldn't be a hindrance. They could still bond as long as the Fucking Wife is not in range because he might end up sleeping in the couch.
"Ta-daaa!" Ichi suddenly squealed happily and Hiruma drifted from his thoughts. "Kekekeke!" he cackled evilly after seeing that his son has just tampered the game schedule in the Football Association site. He changed his father's game schedule into weekends so he could watch, because on weekdays, Mamori is teaching in the Kindergarten School so she can't accompany Ichi. And he can't be there while his father was playing. "That's right Little Brat! Use the methods I taught you for your own advantage! Kekekeke!" Hiruma mused when suddenly their front door opened. "I'm home!"
'Crap!' he thought violently, pressing Alt+Tab with lightspeed to hide what he and Ichi had been doing. Father and son exchanged looks, when he and Mamori had this sign language, he and Ichi had this knowing look with each other and he gave him the 'Act innocent' look. Ichi merely nodded and got off his lap to give a kiss to his mother. Hiruma also stood up to get the grocery bags from Mamori and he proceeded with her in the kitchen while Ichi had gone back to his laptop. Well he don't need to worry about it, when he gives his son that look, he would just usually open games and play with his laptop.
"So, what have you been two doing?" Mamori asked him while she was getting the grocery bags contents out. Hiruma peeking at every bag to find his pack of gum. "Nothing. The Fucking Brat just plays with my computer." Hiruma said poker faced, but inside he was cackling evilly, his Fucking Brat now knows basic hacking. "Really? You haven't been teaching him your stuff?" Mamori's eyes narrowed to him as he had already found his gum. "What stuff?" he asked, still poker faced, acting innocently. "You know, blackmail, gun-firing, hacki—"
"Mama hug wacket bwear (rocket bear)! Keke!" Ichi suddenly squealed from the living room. Hiruma's eye widened comically, 'Fucking Shit!' he thought violently. He was taken aback so much that he hadn't noticed that Mamori had already headed to the living room to see what Ichi had been doing. She flushed, feeling the embarrassment creep into her body as she had seen the pictures that Ichi had on his father's laptop. "HIRUMA YOUICHI!" she shouted on the top of her lungs.
Hiruma froze, now he regretted he taught Ichi basic hacking, he had hidden that folder that was containing his Fucking Wife's stolen shot that he had gathered ever since high school. Heck he even had three security passwords embedded so the folder wouldn't be opened easily. 'The Fucking Brat sure is bright. Kekekekeke!' he can't help thinking as he made his way to the living room to face his enraged wife but seeing her blushing madly not with anger but with embarrassment, a sudden adrenaline of glee ran out of his system. 'Kekekeke! Fucking Wife's flushed. Now two could play a game. Kekekeke!' he thought as his mind formulate strategies to make her blush more. Well he just loves it when he could make her blush madly.
"What is this?!" Mamori said angrily as she scrolls down the folder containing stolen shots of her. "Pictures. Have you got dumbed Fucking Wife? Kekekeke!" Hiruma cackled as Mamori flushed even more. Ichi was just turning his head from one to another. "That's not what I meant! I mean this!" she clicked at one of the pictures to zoom it out. A picture of her scolding a student who was loitering at the school hallway during class hours. "That picture was when I was still in first year! We haven't even been acquainted that time yet!"
Hiruma brows twitched, he planned to make fun of her but he forgot that he had pictures of her eversince they were first years where practically, they still don't know each other. Well he had pictures of everyone in Deimon back then but he only kept pictures that had blackmail material, while the pictures of Mamori in that folder where stolen shots of her everyday routine, any of those does not contain blackmail. So he tried to get away with it, "Keh! I have pictures of everyone back in high school. You know that." Hiruma shrugged her off but Mamori's eyes narrowed at him violently. He cringed, he can never get away if it is this woman, "But all of those were containing blackmail materials! While my pictures here were like stolen shots! It's like… like.. you're like stalker!" Mamori shouted at him.
"What the fuck?" he couldn't believe himself. His Fucking Wife called him a stalker. Mamori was still staring at him like she was horrified or something at the thought that he was stalking her in their high school days. He felt a vein popped in his forehead as he made big strides to close the gap between him and Mamori. He snaked his arms around her tiny waist and held her close, "Fucking Wife," he started huskily, now Mamori was as red as the Devilbat's uniform, and Hiruma was amused once again. "I wasn't a fucking stalker back then…" he trailed off, moving closer so that their lips were almost touching. "I was a fucking admirer." He grinned evilly after those last words.
"A-admirer?" Mamori blinked, blushing violently as she processed what he had just said. His Devil of a husband was admiring her eversince first year highschool. And then she smiled, still embarrassed of the new fact, she looked up to him and smiled shyly. "Kekekeke!" Hiruma cackled as he was about to close the gap between their lips when suddenly Ichi screamed. "Waaaaaaaa! Pworn! (porn)" he was covering his face with both hands but was peeking through his fingers. "Fucking Brat!" Hiruma hissed and started to glare daggers to his son. "Youichi! Language!" Mamori said as Ichi now settling down and now looking at them cutely and innocently. "Keh!" Hiruma returned to Mamori and whispered to her ear. "Laters Fucking Wife." Bit her ear and nibbling a little, he grinned maniacally as he saw the love bite he left.
Mamori sighed as she watched Hiruma make his way back to Ichi. For sure he would make their son so tired today that he wouldn't have a choice but to sleep early. "I think I wouldn't be able to walk straight tomorrow.' She thought as she made her way back to the kitchen.
Again. I'm sorry if it's crappy! T_T
