AN: Whaaai! Thanks everyone, for all your awesome reviews! I'm glad you liked it.
A couple of things to answer the questions:
1. Yes, Sir Elliot (xD) and Goddess, I did take a couple of things from Death Note actually, glad you noticed! xD Though, of course, it's not the same at all. Just a couple of minor things, right? Not enough to make it a crossover, at least .
2. Oro-sama, yes, that would make more sense, wouldn't it? –chuckles- But I've always liked it better when things don't make much sense and I didn't want to go along with the clichés. Besides, we all KNOW that Sena would never ask something like, oh let's say… "Hiruma, I want you to screw me senseless and get me satisfied enough to go back into your book". Oh no, he's too innocent to EVER say that. xD.
3. I think I might make a small challenge… I'm gonna think about it. I've actually kind of gotten an idea already, but I might just post it in the next chapter and on my profile ; D.
As for the rest: thanks for the reviews and… review more and you shall be loved for all eternity!
Warnings: boy x boy love, cuddly Hiruma, slight OOC-ness, cute Sena, overprotective Mamori.
Chapter 3: The Angel
He woke up to an extremely loud, snoring sound in his own small bed. He didn't pay much attention to it and instead clutched his head, groaning as he did so.
He just had the most weird, strangest and scariest dream ever; it had been so real that it was still terrifying him as he thought about it. He rubbed his eyes and opened them for just a small moment, stretching. He closed them again and unconsciously scooted a little closer to the other body, which happily allowed him, even going so far as to slip an arm around his waist and snuggling up to him.
It was around that time that Sena noticed something wasn't right.
He went over it; waking up. Own bed. Snoring. Other body.
That definitely wasn't right.
"Ah!" he screamed and pried the arm off of him before backing off as fast as he could and taking the blankets and the body next to him with him. He ended up lying on the ground entangled with the blankets and a much larger body on top off him.
"Fucking pipsqueak, what the hell are you doing?" a loud groan, the chest above Sena's face rumbling as he did so. Sena's eyes widened, realising that the awful nightmare he had been having, wasn't really a dream; it was very much real.
"W-what are you doing!" Sena retorted, frightened. He didn't remember anything beyond Hiruma claiming that Sena had to listen to him and he wondered vaguely how he had gotten back into his own house and into his own bed and why the hell Hiruma had been lying in it.
"I was sleeping, until you so rudely wakened me," he replied, standing up. Sena noticed he wasn't wearing anything besides boxers.
He quickly covered his virgin eyes.
The sheets were pulled off of him, before Sena was lifted in the air and thrown back on his bed harshly. The sheets were thrown over him and Hiruma jumped onto the bed, getting under them and closing his eyes.
"H-Hiruma-san?" Sena squeaked, sitting up straight as he poked the boy on the forehead. Hiruma smacked him on the head and pushed him down.
"Sleep. Tired. Shut up or I'll hit you again," he muttered, turning around so his back was facing Sena. The latter, however, wasn't so easily to get rid of and he poked Hiruma's back again, who quickly turned, annoyed. "I said go to fucking sleep, fucking pipsqueak!" he said loudly.
"B-but Hiruma-san, I need to ask you some questions," Sena muttered, cowering slightly away from him. Hiruma sighed and fell back on the bed.
"What do ya want to ask?" he said.
"W-well… I-I mean that is to say… n-no, w-wait," Sena stammered, fumbling with his fingers. Hiruma smacked him on the head.
"I don't talk gibberish kid, speak in human language!" he snapped.
"How did you know where I lived? How did you bring me here? Did you really come out of the Devil's Handbook?" the other quickly asked in a rushed and nervous tone. Hiruma certainly wasn't easy to get along with; he had a temper.
Sena didn't do well with tempers.
"Everything about you is in the Devil's Handbook, so your address as well. I carried you here, after you fainted and yes, I really did come out of the Devil's Handbook. Now go to sleep."
"But—"
"I said sleep!" Sena squeaked and ducked underneath the covers. In truth he had wanted to ask more; what was his age? What time was it? Wasn't he cutting class? What if Mamori found out and came to his house? But Hiruma didn't seem to be in the mood for questions and Sena instead tried to relax himself.
He really didn't think his bed was big enough for the both of them. Sena was already lying at the edge of his bed, but his legs still brushed Hiruma's bare ones and he could still hear Hiruma softly breathing in and out and he could feel it every time Hiruma shifted. Sena tried to get comfortable, but it really wasn't working.
The other seemed to notice and grinned slightly as he cracked one eye open and grabbed Sena by the waist, pulling him close against him. God knows how long it's been since I had a warm body against me, he mused, smirking when Sena blushed heavily and was trying to pull away. Thank God it was a cute human who found me. Hiruma tightened his grip on Sena and pressed the latter's face against his chest, running a hand gently through his tussled brown hair.
While Hiruma was happy with these small gestures, Sena squirmed and couldn't believe that this was happening—honestly, how in the world did he end up with a guy in the same bed and said guy holding him while he was only in his freakin' boxers.
Sena really didn't know. And it really didn't make him feel any more comfortable. In fact, it made him feel less comfortable; very uncomfortable, actually.
"H-Hiruma-san?" Sena finally squeaked, his voice slightly higher than usual. Hiruma chose to answer and instead breathed in the scent of Sena's hair, closing his eyes and almost immediately falling asleep. When Sena heard the snoring and felt Hiruma's grip loosening up a bit, he sighed and tried to pull himself away. As he did so, Hiruma's grip tightened once again and he was forcefully pulled against his chest.
"Ah man," Sena muttered to himself, why did these things always had to happen to him? Couldn't he just live a normal teenage life? Was that too much to ask? He sighed, figuring that Hiruma wasn't letting him go so easily and he tried relaxing a little. Though it was weird, being pressed up against a boy's body like this, Hiruma's warmth was rather comforting and even slightly addicting. The steady breathing made him feel sleepier than ever and it didn't take long before, he too, went back to sleep.
"Sena-kun!"
A loud pounding on the door. A groan. He rubbed his eyes, startled by the pounding. Hiruma, who had released him from his grip, groaned as well and stretched his arms and back, before scratching his head.
"Who the fuck is that? Is that Mamori, or somethin'?" he asked, looking at Sena, who nodded.
"Yeah, I think so," he replied, looking at his alarm clock. "Crap! Hiruma-san, it's already 4 p.m.! I missed an entire day of school!" he squeaked in shock, looking at Hiruma who didn't seem to care all that much.
"So? Your mom said it was okay when I told her you fainted," he replied casually. Sena spluttered.
"M-My mom? My mom saw you?" he exclaimed.
"Yeah, told her you fainted, she let me into your room and said I could stay here if I wanted to. Don't get so flustered, fucking pipsqueak, I closed the door before I got into bed with you." If possible, Sena's blush became even worse and he really had the urge to flip him off, which was very rare.
"Sena-kun? Are you awake?" Mamori called out again.
"We are now, bitch," Hiruma muttered. Sena ignored him and walked to the bedroom door, opening it for Mamori, who burst inside and flung herself at him.
"Sena! I was so worried when you didn't arrive in school today!" She squealed, hugging him tightly. Sena turned slightly red at the sudden lack of air and was relieved when she let him go.
Though he got nervous again when she laid eyes on Hiruma.
"Sena?" she asked him slowly, glancing at the small boy.
"Yes, Mamori-neechan?" Sena asked nervously, faking a small smile. Hiruma didn't look too impressed by her though; in fact, he looked pretty pissed off in Sena's eyes. He squeaked when Hiruma swung an arm around his shoulder and blushed when said boy pulled him against his chest.
"Who's this and why is he in your room with… only his underwear on?" Mamori continued suspiciously, narrowing her eyes at Hiruma, who was grinning. She winced at his pointy teeth, but didn't think too much of it; instead she looked at Sena for an explanation.
"Ah… well, you see, Mamori-neechan, I… kind of, well, remember the Devil's Handbook?" Hiruma's eyes flashed to Sena and he clamped a mouth against his mouth.
"I'm his fucking boyfriend, that's all you need to know. Yoichi Hiruma's the name," he said quickly, not letting go of Sena's mouth just yet. Mamori looked sceptical and crossed her arms.
"Really? I don't think I've ever heard Sena say that he was gay," she replied thoughtfully, narrowing her eyes at poor Sena who was shaking his head like there was no tomorrow.
"He wasn't, until he met me," Hiruma replied, showing her his pointy teeth once more. "I'd like to get dressed, so get the fuck out so I can. Besides, I need to talk to my boyfriend privately for a moment," he continued. Mamori crossed her arms stubbornly and turned around.
"I can't see you right now, so feel free to dress yourself," she said. Sena's eyes widened; he really didn't know what made Mamori so brave when it came to these things—Hiruma really had an appearance that could terrify any grown man and woman, but still she just stayed put. Hiruma growled.
"Maybe you didn't hear me, fucking woman, but I want to talk to my fucking boyfriend alone," he said.
"And I'm saying that you can talk about anything you want—Sena wouldn't keep any secrets from me, so whatever you tell him now, he'll tell me anyway," she replied stubbornly. Hiruma suddenly got a smirk on his face and Sena really feared for the consequences of this. Really, couldn't she at least cooperate on this one? She was on dangerous grounds now…
"Really? He tells you everything, huh?" he asked. Mamori turned around, to face him, her eyes determined.
"Yes, he does!" she said heatedly. "I'm like his sister, he wouldn't keep anything from me."
"Really? Then why didn't he tell you about me, huh?" he asked, his grin widening when Mamori's eyes flashed with hurt. Sena gasped and pulled himself free from Hiruma.
"It's not like that, Mamori-neechan!" he exclaimed, making her look at him. "I-I mean, would you mind waiting outside for just a bit? I'll talk to you afterwards, just you and me, I promise," he pleaded her. Mamori nodded slowly, ruffling Sena's hair affectionately.
"Okay Sena, you know I trust you, right?" Sena nodded, smiling.
"Thanks, Mamori-neechan," he said, as she walked out of his bedroom. He sighed in relief, before he angrily turned to Hiruma, who was gagging at the affectionate display. "Hiruma-san, why did you say those horrible things to Mamori-neechan? Didn't you see you were making her sad?" he demanded, stomping his foot on the ground and pouting.
"Well, I needed to talk to you," he replied, shrugging.
"You could've just let me answer her! Besides, what you told her wasn't the truth, we're not—"
"I know, but if you told her I came out of a Devil's Handbook, then I'd have to get back inside. You can't tell anyone where I really came from, not even the fucking girl, so I had to cover up," Hiruma said, grabbing the Devil's Handbook from Sena's desk and showing the rules. Sena blinked as he realised that he had missed a rule and it was indeed saying that, if the human would tell anyone about the Devil's Handbook, the spirit would be forced to return.
"So, let's say I wanted to get rid of you," Sena started, his mind working overtime. "All I have to do is tell someone about you?" Hiruma's eyes flashed with anger, but he nodded nonetheless. "And, let's say, if I wanted to ask you something, you know, a favour? I could, let's say, make you do it even if you don't want to, just by threatening to send you back into the book?"
Sena mentally patted himself on the shoulder. Hiruma seemed to be really annoyed; really, really annoyed. Normally, he wasn't such a mean person, but now things really were different. Hiruma had been mean to Mamori and now he was just getting back at him for it.
"What are you think about, fucking pipsqueak? Want to get rid of me already?" he laughed bitterly and crossing his arms. Sena winced at him, before shaking his head and smiling.
"Of course not, Hiruma-san," he said. "I just wanted to know if I could… maybe make you help me with something." Hiruma raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. "I mean—I've watched this movie one time… where a boy rubs this magic lamp and a genie comes out of it and gives him three wishes, right? Anything that the boy wants, he could wish for it," Sena stammered on. "Is that something Hiruma-san can do?"
"I'm not a fucking genie," Hiruma said. "And I've never helped a human with something before." Sena's face drooped a little. "Besides, I know you'd never have the heart the get rid of me—you're way too nice for that, says so in my Devil's Handbook. As I've stated before, I know every fucking detail of your life." Sena's face drooped further and he sighed; Hiruma was unfortunately right about it. "But," the smaller boy looked up. "I guess, I could make an exception for someone. Just this once though, and don't you dare ask me for anything else!" he threatened, pointing a finger at Sena who nodded quickly. "Let me guess though, you want me to make you a star at playing football?" Sena gasped.
"How did you—"
"—Know? Like I said, I know every fucking detail of your life, including your wishes." Hiruma grinned, pulling his black long-sleeved shirt and pants on. He then proceeded to roll his sleeves, all the while grinning. "Are you ready to become a fucking star, pipsqueak?" Sena nodded, swallowing as he watched Hiruma's every move. "Now, your favourite position would be a running back, eh? Let's give you legs that give you the speed of light, ya-ha!"
And, with a loud flash of light and a bang, Sena felt an odd tingling in his legs, before he felt himself go dizzy. His legs began to wobble slightly and it took a couple of seconds before they gave out entirely. He prepared himself for the crash, but it never came and instead found himself in the arms of Hiruma, who grinned down at him.
"Fucking pipsqueak, you really have a bad habit of fainting," he said, before Sena finally closed his eyes and indeed, fainted for the second time that day. All became quiet as Hiruma held him up for a short while, content on seeing Sena's peaceful face. He caught himself staring and quickly shook his head, placing his human on the bed and covering him with the blankets. "Man, can't believe I'm developing a soft spot for him," he muttered, scowling slightly.
He heard Mamori pounding on the door and remembered that he had left her standing there. He quickly locked the door and called out, "Sorry, but we're having hot, kinky sex right now. Come back later!"
Mamori couldn't remember the last time she had blushed so furiously, and left.