File Four: Hiruma's Mom

After practice, Hiruma was sitting at home… waiting. The night before, he had finally seen his mom again after 10 or so years. He bounced his knees impatiently.

His mother was going to call him. He was nervous but excited that she was actually going to call him. She had told him last night that there were several things she wanted to talk to him about… What could it be?

Hiruma closed his eyes and leaned his head back. While he waited, he would just think about what had happened last night.

(Flashback)

It was getting very late. Hiruma yawned and gazed sleepily at his laptop. Yeah, it was really late.

Huh? What's this?

He pulled off a jacket that had been placed on him.

Weird... I don't remember putting this on. Wait a sec... This is that stupid manaherk's jacket. What was she thinking?

Hiruma huffed and tossed the jacket onto a nearby chair. He swiftly packed his laptop and yawned again. He used up a lot of energy during the game, so he was going to just take it easy the next day.

Ooops... Almost forgot. Gotta make that phone call to Mom.

He pulled out his cellphone as he slung his computer bag onto his shoulder.

Today was kinda special... I guess it wouldn't hurt to call her cell.

He slowly made his way out of the classroom as he dialed the number.

Ring. Ring.

She's not gonna answer, stupid.

"Hello?"

Hiruma's heart jumped. "H-h-hi..."

"Yōichi?"

Hiruma put a hand on his chest and leaned against the door of the classroom. "Mom?"

"Yōichi... You've grown so much. I was able to come to your game today."

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Hiruma gulped as he could hear his heart pounding. "You actually came?"

"I'm at the school right now."

He looked up and glanced out the windows. "At Deimon? Now?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

Hiruma's mother looked up at the school building then glanced around. "I'm over by the clubhouses. I believe I'm at the front of the school."

"Okay. I'll be there in a minute."

Click.

Hiruma's mother smiled softly. She would finally see her son again. It wasn't long before she could hear footsteps coming from behind her. She turned quickly and looked up into her son's eyes.

"Hi, Mom."

"Yōichi..."

Hiruma's mom smiled and a tear fell from her eye.

Hiruma leaned over and wiped the tear away from her face. "It's been awhile, Mom."

"Why are you in Japan? I thought your father moved to America."

Hiruma took a small step back and stuffed his hands in his pockets."Tch… I ran away the day you two split. Dad was talking about moving to America, and I didn't want to go."

"You live alone?" Hiruma's mother looked concerned as Hiruma nodded.

"Yeah... I got my own apartment since the split. I know what you're wondering… I have plenty of money. Dad sends an allowance to my account every month."

"So…" She seemed to be studying him. "You are still in contact with him?"

"More or less. He calls from time to time, but I usually don't answer him."

"I see..."

Hiruma shifted a little. He hated talking about his father and even more so with his mother. "Do you want to go to my place? It's getting a little chilly out here..."

Hiruma's mom smiled slightly then shook her head. "I have to go home. I have a lot of work to catch up on."

"Oh..." He tried not to sound too disappointed.

"I have something I need to tell you... I'll call you tomorrow evening."

Hiruma nodded as he watched his mother walk off into the darkness. As he watched her leave, he engraved her in his mind. He has forgotten what she looked like after he hit middle school. Now that he had finally seen her again, he didn't want to ever forget what she looked like. Her long brown hair was being gently tousled by the wind.

Although she was wearing a simple red dress with red heels on her feet, Hiruma thought his mother looked extremely lovely. He refused to let her leave his mind. She disappeared into the darkness, but she was still there in Hiruma's eyes. He could see her silver blue eyes looking up at him with motherly love. She had sharp facial features that matched her character and not to mention the pointed ears that Hiruma inherited.

He smiled slightly. His sharp observation skills and wit came from his mother. Although he'd rather not admit it, he knew his sharp tongue also came from his mother. This was definitely a night to remember. He had not only avenged Kurita by defeating Agon and Shinryuji but also… he had finally seen and spoken his mom again.

(End flashback)

Hiruma bounced his knees and blew a bubble. He had replayed last night's scene several times… and his mom still hadn't called. He was getting really impatient. No, not really impatient, extremely impatient. She would call… right?

Ring! Ring!

Hiruma snatched up the phone. "Hello?"

"Hey! Hiruma, this is Kurita!"

Tch! Why'd you have to call now, Kurita?!

"What do you want, butuma?"

"Musashi and I are going out to eat ramen! Would you like to join us?"

Hiruma's stomach growled softly. "No, I already ate," he lied.

"Oh," Kurita sounded rather disappointed.

"I gotta go. I have things to do."

Click.

Ring! Ring!

This better be her this time...

"Hello?"

"Yōichi, I'm sorry that I did not call earlier."

"You're fine..." He chewed his lip some, digging his fangs into his lips. "So, what was it that you want to tell me?"

He bounced his knees again and tried to keep his voice from sounding too excited.

"First, I need to ask you something."

"What is it, Mom?" Hiruma snapped. He winced at the tone of his own voice. It was difficult to not sound annoyed. He wanted her to get straight to the point.

"Has your father sent you anything besides your allowance these past years?"

Hiruma relaxed a little. His mom wasn't mad about him sounding annoyed, but then again, she never made comments when he was younger about sounding annoyed. Maybe he was being a bit oversensitive since it had been a long time since he had talked with his mother. Well, besides their talk last night, it had been quite a while since they had last talked.

"He just sends an allowance. Why do you ask?"

"Well... I had asked your father to give a few things to you. As well as… as well as to tell you a few things."

Hiruma frowned and gripped his phone tightly. Jerk.

"Yōichi, you have a little sister."

Hiruma thought his heart stopped for a second. He licked his lips nervously. "I have a what?"

"A little sister. Her name is Masumi."

"A sister? Why was I never told?!"

"I'm sorry... I thought your father had told you."

"That jerk!"

STUPID! Knew you were a rat that would hide things from me even though I'm your son!

Hiruma slammed his fist into his wall not caring about the dent he had made. He was just angry.

"She can't wait to meet you. You know... she was the one who found your recordings on the phone."

He relaxed a little and moved his arm away from the wall.

"She recorded them? I thought they were deleted... I put a bug on it a long time ago to see why you never answered. Seems like people are always calling you and it fills up your voice mail and ends up deleting my calls."

"She recorded them every night once she figured out how to. I found her listening to them a few nights ago.. That's why I was able to come to your game."

Hiruma smiled slightly. She sounds like a mini version of you, Mom. Smart and cunning fox that you are, I hope she looks like you too.

"She look like you?"

His mother chuckled at the other end. "I knew you were going to ask that."

A mother thing isn't it?

"She does look a little like I did when I was her age."

"How old's the kid?"

"She just turned seven."

"So… you had her not long after the split."

An awkward silence filled the air.

"Would... you mind doing me a favor?"

Random... Why would I mind?

"What is it?"

Hiruma still had his mind on the favor his mother asked him days ago as he walked with his team into the football stadium. They had come to watch the game between the Seibu Wild Gunmen and the Misaki Wolves. As they sat down in the bleachers, Hiruma forced the favor to the back of his mind and focused on watching the game.

"Keeeeeya!" Monta yelled in his monkey-like voice. "That running back has long legs!"

Hiruma narrowed his eyes as he blew a bubble. Taiga Kamiya was the running back that Monta was staring at. He claimed to be the fastest running back in Japan. Well, this game would prove whether it was all a bluff or if it had some truth in it.

"Riku!"

Hiruma glanced at Sena. The running back was gripping the bar in front of his bleacher tightly as he watched Riku step onto the field. Sena's heart pounded hard against his chest. He could feel the excitement of the game already.

"Go, Riku!"

To see his best friend playing on field again made his heart soar. He could not wait for the day they would face each other on the field. He kept his eyes glued onto his friend. Riku had to win this game or Seibu wouldn't face Deimon later in the Kanto Tournament!

But as the game started, Riku seemed to be struggling against Kamiya. Sena frowned. Riku was faster than Kamiya! All Kamiya had was long legs and some speed. Riku had the Rodeo Drive! There was no way the Wolves could beat the Gunmen!

"Hey, manajerk. Show me what you've got down so far."

Mamori turned bright red with anger as she walked over and sat beside Hiruma. "How many times do I have to tell you to not call me that?!"

Hiruma ignored her rant as he took her clipboard out of her hands and scanned through it. Mamori forced back her anger as Hiruma flipped through the pages she had written. She flushed a little as she could hear Suzuna whispering behind her.

"Mamo-ne is in love!"

Musashi raised an eyebrow and glanced over at Hiruma and Mamori. Now that he thought about it, they did look kinda cute together. Well, that is to say, if a devil and an angel could look cute as a couple, that would describe Hiruma and Mamori perfectly. Musashi smiled slightly. It would be very interesting to see Hiruma and Mamori as a couple, but then again maybe not so interesting.

Hiruma's mind was far from matrimony, so there was no point in asking Hiruma if he liked Mamori. Not like Hiruma would answer that question anyways, he'd probably say she was a so-so manager or that he likes her only when she's a good manager or something like that.

Musashi sighed. If Hiruma had a girlfriend, maybe he would settle down a bit. You know, relax.

"Here you go." Hiruma handed the clipboard back to Mamori. "Your drawing is terrible."

Mamori could almost feel smoke coming out of her ears. "I tried my best!"

"Drawing isn't your thing. Next time just write the descriptions and leave the drawing to someone else."

Mamori was ready to give Hiruma what for (he wasn't even looking at her!), but Suzuna was lurking behind her. Suzuna would probably start calling Mamori and Hiruma a couple or something like that again. Oh, how Suzuna could get on Mamori's nerves at times! She would just have to hold her anger in for now. Later… later, she could yell at Hiruma as soon as Suzuna was gone.

It seemed like forever… but as soon as the game was over and Mamori was ready to give Hiruma her thoughts, but wait, he was already gone?!

"Um... Mamo-ne? Are you all right? You are looking rather... red..."

Mamori ignored Sena and stomped out of the stadium. It was just like Hiruma to disappear when she wanted to talk to him. He was sooo going to get it the next time she saw him!