Hello! It's been a while I made a one-shot. This is actually a little OOC, my boyfriend did this to me yesterday so I thought about making a Hirumamo fic about this. Hihihih. Well here it goes! :)
The second year Devilbats cowered in fear as their Ex-Team Captain slammed the door of the clubhouse and waltz in his usual seat, the head of the table, and started to work on his laptop. He looks grumpier than usual.
"Hieeee! The evil aura of Hiruma-san is more menacing than usual."
"Mukyaa! Maybe he and Mamori-san had a fight?"
"Hngoh! Cheek!"
"Kumosubi-kun said that's impossible. He said he saw Mamori-san kissed Hiruma on the cheek before she went with Suzuna to buy the snacks." Kurita provided to the dumbfounded second years as they readily turned their heads to him for translation the moment Kumosubi has spoken.
Musashi was just listening to them while casually picking his ear.
"Ahahaha! Maybe he has another gir-mmphh"
"If he hears you you'll be killed!" Jumonji hissed as almost all of the second years had their hands already on Taki's mouth.
"Wew. We wouldn't mind you getting killed but we need a tight-end for the next match." Togano said as he scratched his chin.
"Yeah we just need a tight end that's why don't get yourself be killed until the Christmas Bowl." Kuroki added making Taki make his disappointed pose while screaming, "Arenai!"
The chatter had died down as the door of the clubhouse opened suddenly.
"Yaa!~"
"We're her-"
SLAM.
Everybody turned their heads to their Ex-Captain as he suddenly slammed his laptop shut forcefully. His eyes had widened for a split second the moment he heard Mamori's voice but of course everybody did not notice except for Musashi.
"Is there something wrong Hiruma-kun?" Mamori said as he approached the Evil Quarterback.
"Nothing." He said getting up and snatched away the plastic bag from Mamori. "Where's my fucking gum?" he said as he snatched the bag away from her and rummage at the bag's contents.
Mamori smiled forcefully as she stared at her boyfriend's back. She is so sure that something is bothering him, but she does not want to cross the borderline just yet. He had been destroying down the walls he made to isolate himself to her little by little. And she knows better than to push him, though it was bothering her for a quite few days already.
xxXxx
"I'll be going now Hiruma-kun." Mamori stated as she grabbed her bag in the roulette table, usually Hiruma would walk her home but tonight he said that he had something else to do and asked, more like forced the Fucking Pipsqueak and the loud-mouthed cheerleader to accompany his girlfriend.
She was about to go out to the waiting Sena and Suzuna outside when Hiruma suddenly spoke, "Aren't you forgetting something?"
She turned at him who was still typing on his laptop, she looked at him dumbfounded and confused for about five seconds when he finally looked up and glared at her. Hard. She had to blink twice before he she figured out what he was glaring about.
"Oh." she strutted her way back to him and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. Hiruma made it her responsibility to kiss him on the cheek if they would go somewhere without the other, he had blackmailed her to do that or else he would spread her photo munching happily on a creampuff throughout the school. The said picture was actually in his wallet and Mamori sees it every time he pays for her creampuff when he walks her home. But for him, it was just his way to say 'Hey assholes! I've got one hell of a girlfriend!' or probably to tell those ogling guys over Mamori that she was fucking his and his alone. If he would have it in his own flashy way, he would've asked Mamori to kiss him torridly every time they part but of course that would ruin her reputation, so he settled for a kiss on the cheek or nothing.
"Bye Hiruma-kun. Don't stay up too late!" She waved as she went out of the door. Hiruma stared at the closed door for a while before he grinned evilly, all he has to do now was 'persuade' the principal to his undoing.
He got up of his seat and stormed out to the Deimon Administration Building, a shadow of a tall spiky haired man with an evil tail happily twitching side by side can be seen in the dark.
xxXxx
It was lunch time and the students of Deimon High were busily eating or just hanging around the school when suddenly the voice of the principal was heard all over the campus. The Devilbats were in the clubroom munching happily on their bentos, it had already became a tradition for them to have lunch together since last year. No exceptions, new and old members, even Suzuna comes by sometimes if she had enough time to spare.
"Uhh.. Eto- I want to greet you all a good afternoon as your f-fun loving principal. I'd like to inform you that all of the Deimon High students will have a field trip in an amusement park in Kansai tomorrow an-"
"Huh?" Huuuh?" "Huuuuuuuhhhhh?" the Huh-huh brothers exclaimed as they steal a piece of food from each other's bento.
"That's just a waste of time MAX! We should practice more, the tournament is just around the corn-" Monta stated incredulously but was cut-off mid-air as he heard what the principal had said next.
"And all expenses would be paid free by our special sponsor, plus a 10,000 yen pocket money each student-"
All of the second year DEvilbat turned their heads to Sena that almost choke on his food at the attention he suddenly have.
"Can we go Captain Sena?" they said in unison as their eyes were shining like kid's given a wonderful present, Sena laughed nervously as he glanced at their Ex-Captain whom he was sure wouldn't allow them to have a rest day.
Hiruma was in the middle of stealing an egg roll on Mamori's bento, he had already ate all of his in the bento that Mamori prepared for him when he felt a nudge by his side. He ignored it, he was focusing on his chopsticks that would reach the eggroll in just 3, 2, 1 centimeter…
"Hiruma-kun." he frozed, Mamori sounded annoyed, he looked up to her from his little egg roll stealing adventure and saw her motioning him to look at Sena. Who was looking at him nervously, the other brats were asking him if they could go to the Amusement Park. The others stared at him too sensing that they already got his attention, they started to laugh awkwardly when Hiruma just stared back at them poker faced. They were starting to get nervous at the way Hiruma stared but suddenly and an angel came to give them help.
Mamori nudged Hiruma's side again, he turned to look at her as she smiled sweetly to him and asked, "You'll let them won't you?"
Hiruma stared at her like she had just grown two heads for about 5 seconds when he suddenly shrugged and continued his adventure in stealing Mamori's eggroll saying, "Fine, Fucking Brats can go."
"Yatttttaaaaaa!" the said Fucking Brats shouted in unison as Mamori had already realized what he was doing and he had already swallowed her eggroll. "Hiruma-kun! That's my food!"
"Kekekeke!" he just flashed her a toothy smirk and cackled heartily.
Little did everyone know that Hiruma was actually the 'special sponsor' who paid everything for the trip on an Amusement Park in Kansai, it was just a front that he wouldn't let them because it would decrease hi notoriety, he grinned evilly as he stole a carrot on his girlfriend's bento, everything is going according to plan.
xxXxx
The morning came and the Fucking Brats were really excited that they were already on the bus that would take them to Kansai, the Professors will be facilitating the students and the administration of the Deimon High will be going too. Even the fucking drunkard was invited to go with them through the persuasion of Musashi and Kurita, though Hiruma saw that smirk Musashi gave him. It irked him that the Fucking Old Man knows he was planning something, he even brought the pig and the mutt with them.
Hiruma and Mamori was currently in the clubhouse, being the motherhen that she is, she asked him to accompany her to check the clubhouse, if the plugs were pulled out and sorts like that.
"Come on Hiruma-kun! The bus will leave us-" Mamori said as she was about to dash out of the clubroom door when she felt a handkerchief on her mouth, she had inhaled something weird and she suddenly felt dizzy, the last thing she remembered was that she was being carried bridal-style before everything went black.
xxXxx
"We'll obliterate the red team!"
"We've got to win no matter what the cost!"
"Hahahahahaha!"
Mamori shifted her weight on the couch, she was wondering why she can hear herself saying those words. She rubbed her eyes from sleep as panic slowly enveloped her, they were about to have a fieldtrip in Kansai so why did she fell asleep?
"We'll obliterate the red team!"
"We've got to win no matter what the cost!"
"Hahahahahaha!"
She turned to where her voice was coming from and she blushed madly to see herself in that mafia outfit laughing maniacally on their Field Day last year. The video was on replay on the clubroom television.
"Hiruma-kuuuuuuuun!" she shouted angrily as she stomped her feet to stop the video replaying, the said man was out of sight. She had managed to extract the tape out of the player, when something caught her eye. A white rose. She held it on her hand and there was a small picture note into it.
'I was the one who designed that fucking mafia outfit you wore that day because I'm sure as hell it would look fucking adorable on you. And it did.'
She felt her cheeks heat up, she never thought he had anything to do about that. And how the hell did he knew her sizes?!
'PS: Same goes as well with the gowns from Las Vegas and in the Two-legged race. Kekekekeke!'
"Mou!" Mamori mumbled under her breath, this man is really is insane, one moment he's sweet then later he would go on teasing mode on her again. She flipped the note and there was a picture on the back, Deimon's Football Field.
As if sensing that Hiruma wanted her to go there, she made her way to the field. Mentally, readying herself to give him a piece of her mind. But what she found on the field only made her blush furiously.
There, hanging on one of the end-zones of the field was a remake of Rice-kun, but its lower half had obviously faced the wrong end of a flamethrower. The remains of its burnt parts were scattered under it. She could still remember how Hiruma had teased her about for about a month, she noticed a blue rose on top of the burnt wood. She picked it up together with the note on it.
'Congratulations! I always fucking knew that you have this silent fascination about my guns. The way you expertly snatch them away from me and lock their safety. So I'm giving you free private shooting lessons with me as the instructor of course. Kekekeke!'
She blushed even more, it was her little secret that she really has a fascination about his guns, but she don't want to use one. It just always fascinates her every time she could see him use his weapons expertly. It was quite a sight. She turned the note back and saw another photo, Class 1-2.
She had this growing suspicion about he was the one who planned the field trip because of the sudden turn of events. It was very quiet now and Deimon high and there was never a single soul in plain sight. She reached the Classroom 1-2, the TV wherein they wrote their names and a promise to go to the Christmas Bowl together was on and was playing something.
She felt her heartache as she silently watched the match of Deimon and Hakuushu last year. The particular scene where in Gaou broke Hiruma's arm was the one on replay. She felt her hands shook as she reached for the yellow rose on top of the TV.
'I'm glad you were there that time. Beside me.'
She can't help but smile as a tear left her eye. She knew it was something he would not admit, yet he did. No wonder he made everyone go away today because this is not so like him. He was showing a different side of him to her. She flipped the note and looked at the next destination, Class 2-1.
She walked into her homeroom last year, this was the room wherein she and Hiruma had become classmates for the first time. She came to her chair last year when something caught her eye. There, on top of Hiruma's desk last year was a miniature of her and him, they looked like the ones he was using when explaining plays on American Football.
The action figures were sitting in mini desks, Hiruma was working on his laptop while she was seated behind him poking him with a scarf. She remembered that time, when she told him not to strain himself for everyone. She giggled at those mini action figures, they looked cute. Beside the figures was a red rose and another note again, she picked it up.
'It still fucking amazes me how you can read through me despite the front I'm putting up. You're just too fucking impossible woman. Really, really impossible."
She giggled girlishly as she flipped the note to see her next destination. Class 3-1, it was their homeroom this year, which of course they ended up classmates together with Musashi, Kurita and Yukimitsu and she was so sure that he tampered it.
When she entered their homeroom something she was not expecting was placed on the top of her desk, it was the Christmas Bowl trophy. She went through it and saw a black rose and a note beside it. She read the note.
'This trophy was my fucking dream. No, our fucking dream. You could've quit that day you knew you don't have to protect Fucking Shrimp anymore. But you fucking stayed, you chose this to yourself and there's no one else to blame but you. So, I'll give you three."
Mamori stared at the note confused. Three? What three? She flipped the note for her next destination, the Rooftop. She was still wondering what 'three' he was talking about as she went up the stairs.
"Hiruma-ku-Eh? Who are you?" Mamori was about to call Hiruma when there was someone else on the rooftop. He was on the railings and his back was facing her. He was wearing Hiruma's jersey, the number 1 was printed on the back. But what made Mamori asked him to who he was is because of his hair, it was black, and it was not defying gravity.
"Fucking Creampuff." the man said as he turned to face her. She knows that voice, she stood there as she realized who he was the moment she had looked into those green eyes of his.
"H-hiruma-kun?" she stammered, she was blushing furiously, his hair is black and it was down. He looked like a handsome elf.
"First, call me Youichi." He started, his face was calm but the weight of his stare in rather making Mamori conscious.
"Eh?-"
"Second," he gave away, his face was still facing her but his eyes was on the wall behind her. She raised a brow.
"I dyed my hair blonde and ears pierced when I was 10." He said as he brushed more bangs into his eyes. Mamori looked so confused.
"My blood type's A positive." Mamori let out a low chuckle, his trigger finger twitched.
"My Birthday's February 7th—" She giggled, then ended up laughing her heart out, Hiruma glared daggers at her.
"Really, Hiru—Youichi." She said as she made her way to him. Hiruma mentally checked 'number 1: call me youichi' on his mind. She held his face and giggled slightly. "We could do the getting-to-know each other some other time." She smiled warmly at him.
"I don't do that shit." He scoffed rudely, she just chuckled.
"Yes you will." She tip toed a little to give him a small peck on his lips. "And I love you too anyway."
Number 2: Checked, he was originally planning to say that to her but he suddenly got nervous that he blabbered out those facts just to kill time, even though he hadn't voiced it out, she understood anyway. It's enough to check number 2.
He smirked as he suddenly caught her waist, "You kiss like a fucking girl."
"But I'm a girl!-mppphhh!" Mamori was cut-off when she felt him crashed his lips on her, she blushed furiously as she felt his tongue inside her mouth. "You're not a fucking girl," he hissed in between their kisses. "You're my damn woman." He kissed her torridly after those words.
The kiss lasted for several minutes and they were both catching for air when they parted. Foreheads leaning to one another. "So… What's the third?" Mamori whispered, still eyes closed.
"I'm going to Saikyoudai," he held her face with both of his hands, eyes still closed "and I'll conquer the Rice Bowl."
"And I'll be your Manager." He opened his eyes only to see Mamori smiling at him. He let out a small happy "YA-HA!" before he kissed her once again.
When they parted, Hiruma had sitted them on the railing and he was back hugging her.
"Ne Youichi?"
"Hn."
"I like your hair better that way."
"No can do, black's fucking temporary, that'll be washed out tomorrow. Besides, the blonde was more intimidating to the fucking opponents, we're gonna conquer the Rice Bowl are we? Kekekeke!" he cackled evilly.
Mamori just gave a small smile, well at least he gave her the privilege to see him like that even just once.
OMAKE:
Mamori just finished filling out her college form on Saikyoudai, she was about to go to bed when she heard her phone beeped. She got a mail. She flipped her phone open and her eyes widen comically. Hiruma had tampered her phone and had set his picture with his black hair on it to disappear within three seconds the moment she opened her phone.
She giggled, the shot was obviously taken from hiss high definition hidden cameras, but still, she couldn't help but smile that he took her compliment that she liked his black hair better. And even gave her a remembrance.
She flipped her phone open and close for about three times to see his picture when she remembered she got mail. She flipped her phone open once again and took that 3 seconds to admire his face before reading the mail, her eyes almost disappeared because of her smile.
"Good night Creampuff Monster."
*Author falls on the bed*
Ouch! So it was just a dream, because I don't even have a boyfriend in the first place. *cries in the corner*
But please do leave a review *sniff* And I do accept requests *sniff*
