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"..." for speech

Italic for thoughts or to emphasize something (depends on the situation...)

~Chapter 1~

The sun already shone brightly outside the two-story house but Agon was still snoring like a sedated beast. One of his arms unconsciously moved to the other side of the bed; trying to find the warm figure of his fiancée, only to open his eyes immediately after that upon hearing the distinct sound of puking at the bathroom downstairs. Agon was on his feet the next second, dashing towards the said bathroom at his top speed. The unfortunate bathroom's door soon was kicked mercilessly by a half-worried Agon, revealing a very pale and startled Hiruma.

"Haven't heard about the 'knock first' etiquette, dreads?" Hiruma snarled with a tight grimace on her face before she once again bent her head over the sink and expelled everything that once been inside her stomach.

The dreadlocks-headed man rolled his eyes impassively and walked to the young woman. His calloused hands soon were rubbing her back as Hiruma keep expelling everything from her stomach to the sink. His hands never stopped even though the blond already rested her head against the cool sink and sighed weakly.

"We're going to the clinic after this, got that?" Agon stated in a superior manner, giving no room for the young woman before him to protest.

Or so he thought.

Hiruma stubbornly raised her head and glared at the man. "No. I'm going to the clinic while you are going to work, got that?"

"It's fucking Sunday. Who works on Sunday?" the man deadpanned, eyes glaring fiercely to his fiancée.

Hiruma made a mental face slap on his cold remark. She should check on the calendar first, right? Casting a look over her fiancé, she grimaced at the determination in the glaring violet eyes. Her slightly tired mind tried to calculate any possible ways for her to be alone without him for the rest of day. Another look at the strong determination she never saw from the glaring man, Hiruma let out a mental groan. Now, how she's going to get rid of him?

"So it's settled then. Get dressed, I'll make breakfast," Agon concluded, taking her silence as a sign of defeat.

His last three words invited a mad cackle from Hiruma. "Kekekekeke...You? Make breakfast? Are you planning to burn the house down?"

"I'm a genius, idiot...Cooking is not a problem," he huffed, somehow sounded less confident than he usually is. "Now, go to shower and get dressed," the order was packed together with a fierce glare.

"I'm going out with creampuff monster, fucking skates and fucking braids after this. Shopping," she said slowly, half telling the truth.

Agon stopped dead on his track and dramatically turned towards the demonic ex-quarterback. One of his eyebrows shot up to his hairline in pure curiosity. "You're going out with girls and shop? Should I ask the doctor to make a check up for head injury?" he asked incredulously.

"I'm fucking fine and healthy," Hiruma ignored the disagreed look Agon's currently giving her and kept talking. "They're going to pick me up at nine. No need to join us because this is an official only-girls' outing. I'm not in the mood at all to stop your fight with Suzuna today...," she choked back a snicker. "Humour me for this, okay?"

Agon groaned at that. Since the fucking skates was there, it will be a ninety-nine percent that a fight will occur if he stubbornly tagged along with the girls in their outing. The petite cheerleader didn't like any outsiders—especially males—to join their outing. And the fact that during the years Taki—err...ahem!—Kobayakawa Suzuna had been with Deimon Devil Bats, the raven-haired female had developed herself to be the second Hiruma. Agon definitely blamed Sena for that horrible development. Because of the runningback's lack of backbone to order his teammates around when he replaced Hiruma as the captain, Suzuna had decided to help him by being the second generation of the Evil Demon of Deimon Devil Bats.

That fact eventually caused her to be as lethal as Hiruma and—unfortunately—Agon himself.

Only god would know from where the raven-haired female managed to get her own dangerous weapons.

Somehow Agon had to wonder how Sena could even survive living with the hyperactively lethal female.

"Isn't the fucking skates supposedly with fucking shrimp at America? How come she's here?" Agon asked with an irritated scowl on his face.

"Apparently, fucking shrimp decided to come back home before the new season started. Besides, Shin's wedding is next week. You know how much Sena adored the health maniac," Hiruma shrugged and shamelessly threw her nightdress aside; leaving her only with her black lacy, semi-transparent bra and panties.

It took all of Agon's willpower and sanity to not pouncing at the seductive figure before him and pinned her on the floor. He nervously gulped when Hiruma spin her body a few times in front of the long mirror on the wall, causing he to feel his self-control collapsing when her perky breasts and firm ass bounced to her moves. Agon quickly checked his mouth for any drool that might be visible before the blond get the chances to mock him. No drool. Good. He returned his attention back to his fiancée and mentally growled when he saw the young woman touched her own body in almost erotic way (that is from Agon's view. Hiruma is simply checking her body in a really normal way with no seductive intention).

God, is she trying to kill him?

Now, Agon didn't even care if he looked like an idiot as he kept on staring at Hiruma, eyes never blinking.

"For devil's sake, fucking dreads! WAKE THE FUCK UP!"

The vicious yell that pierced straight to his eardrums finally snapped him back to the reality. Half-dizzy from the supersonic yell that hit his eardrums before, Agon blinked incredulously at the enraged girl in front of him. "What?" he mumbled out, slightly confused.

"Do I look fat?" Ignoring the nagging voice at the back of her mind (that persuades her to shoot at Agon), Hiruma went straight to the point.

"WHAT?!" and her question is replied by a surprised shout.

Hiruma rolled her eyes at the incredulous look on Agon's face. "I said; do I look fat?" she repeated with all of the patient she could muster.

Agon was completely flabbergasted. Among all the weird things he happened to face ever since he started dating this out-of-ordinary girl; nothing was weirder and more terrifying than this. Frankly speaking, there was not a single thought in the dreadlock-headed man's genius brain that one day he and his demonic fiancée will have this 'Do-I-look-fat?' conversation. Had the hell freezes over and changed to ice cream land?

"Oii... Agon! Answer me, dammit!" Hiruma snapped her fingers impatiently in front of the petrified man.

"What's with the question?" Agon frowned at the young woman.

"Just answer it, can you?" Hiruma snarled back at him though Agon could sense the embarrassment and discomfort from her tone.

Deciding to not challenge her foul mood, Agon silently appraised the lithe body before him. She was still slender and lean just like their high school days with just enough amounts of muscles from the frequent training. Though, Agon could note that her curves had become visibly enhanced and...did her breasts grow? Somehow they look bigger than they usually are. Giving the young woman another overall look, Agon finally realized something. Hiruma's abs is not flat and slightly muscular like before; but a small, not-really-visible-with-just-one-glance bulge had formed there. Mentally snickering at the thought that his fiancée was just like any other normal girls, Agon stared at the emerald eyes and grinned.

"Do you want me to tell you the truth or not?"

"The truth," Hiruma replied sharply.

Agon swept her up and seated her on the counter. He didn't know why he did it—Something inside him...(probably his instinct?) told him to do it for an unknown reason—but Agon slowly bent down and kissed the small bulge lovingly; causing a shudder from Hiruma and a devious grin emerged on his face. "I believe you got some extra calories here. Wanna burnt it down on the bed?" he wiggled his eyebrow suggestively.

"No, thanks. The girls are going to pick me up soon, idiot...," Hiruma pushed the muscular male aside and practically kicked him out of the bathroom; completely ignoring his protests before locking the door behind her back.

Once she's sure Agon had walked away, Hiruma retrieved back the device she hid behind the small flower vase on the counter. She's lucky that Agon didn't find it when he barged in before or else it will be sooo troublesome. Leaning against the cold wall, Hiruma fiddled with device on her hands and sighed when the second blue bar on the device does not disappear. She half-hoped that it will because if this fucking little thing does not lie, it will mean that she's positively pregnant.

Pregnant with Agon's child...

God, she couldn't even imagine herself with a baby.

But somehow she felt the sudden urge—that is far stronger than winning a thousand Christmas Bowl—to keep this child.

Was that maternal instinct? Oh, dear...She definitely has gone crazy.

Subconsciously, Hiruma let her hands rested on the small bulge and gasped because she could literally hear the faint second heartbeat in her. She must have lost her head now, to imagine such things. Despite that, Hiruma let herself caressed the bulge lovingly, feeling the need to protect it and slightly hoping that the hospital test she's going through today will give the same result like the small device in her hand. Maybe, a few years from now, there will be small little feet that can inherit some of her vast arsenal of firearms and helped her terrorizing the town. Grinning maniacally, she stripped the remaining of her cloth and stepped under the shower; her hands keep caressing the bulge for each five seconds.

Yeah, she definitely wanted to be a mother.

==========YAHA!===CERBEROS!===YAHA!==========

Venus Fort Cafe, Odaiba, Tokyo; sometime around afternoon...?(A/N: Damn. Where is the fucking clock?)

Hiruma rested her back leisurely to the soft cushion of her seat, totally ignoring the intense stares from the three females in front of her. Suzuna was currently alternating her gaze from Hiruma's face and to the older girl's loose button down navy shirt; specifically on the stomach area. Mamori nibbled on her vanilla creampuff though her serious blue eyes never left her ex-captain's face. Karin on the other hand, played with the end of her braids, sending worried look to the other blond at the table.

"So, what are you going to do with the baby?" Mamori finally broke the silence; for once the creampuff maniac girl let the rest of her creampuffs being ignored on the plate.

"Keep it, of course. What else?" Hiruma popped a huge blue bubble nonchalantly while Mamori sighed in relief. Emerald eyes narrowed to the auburn-haired girl upon hearing the relieved sigh. "What? Did you think I'm going to abort it? Hell no. This kid is mine," the last word was practically being growled out.

"And I'm really glad for that," Mamori replied softly, a smile on her face.

Suzuna snickered. "You-nee with a kid. Now that will be the best thing to look forward to," she said in an amused tone, trying to picture her demonic mentor with a child.

"Honestly, I couldn't imagine it at all...," Karin smiled sheepishly.

"It's not that hard. Just imagine the miniature version of me with a small gun laughing maniacally at some terrified people while we terrorizing the town together as mother-child bonding time." Hiruma cackled evilly at her own words.

The three other girls simultaneously shuddered at the horrifying image in their heads.

"Then, what about Agon?" Karin voiced out the nagging thought in her mind. Somehow she didn't think that Agon and fatherhood will be a good and happy combination...The petite mangaka stared intently at Hiruma's nonchalant face. Well, perhaps it doesn't really matter because Hiruma and a baby was already a weird thing.

"No sweat. I'll take care of it later," the demonic girl stated in an almost uncaring manner.

Mamori, Karin and Suzuna exchanged an alarmed look at the sudden thought that banged into their mind. "What if he didn't want it?" all three girls asked in the same time.

Hiruma popped another bubble and stay silent for a few minutes. A feral grimace soon emerged on her face. "Tch. Then, I'll leave. End of story, happy ending."

"You can't raise a child alone, Hiruma!" Mamori half-shrieked at the blonde's cold answer; towering over the others as she stood and conveniently shaking in rage. Thankfully, they were seating in a very isolated corner.

"Who said that I'm that helpless?" Hiruma countered back coldly, her gun already aimed dangerously at Mamori. "Chill, creampuff monster. If I can turned your spineless little Sena-chan to the world's top player, raising a child alone is just as easy as kicking the Cupid's asses," she said calmly with confidence. "Now, fucking sit down because people already staring at you, dumbass."

Mamori grudgingly sit back on her chair and puffed her cheeks. "Mou! I have a name and Sena is NOT spineless!"

"Whatever," Hiruma rolled her eyes at that; her gun mysteriously vanished from their sight. "Though I believe the fucking shrimp really need to grow some more backbones. He still does the pathetic bowing, right?"

"It's his natural charm, Hiruma!" Mamori defended, slightly pissed off when Hiruma laughed at her. "Suzuna-chan! Help me!" she pleaded to raven-haired girl.

"Sorry, Mamo-nee... As much as I wanted to defend my husband but I had to admit that You-nee is right. Sena really needs to grow some more backbones," Suzuna sighed at the thought.

"Suzuna! How could you!"

"Kekeke...Even his wife supported my opinion. You lost, creampuff monster!"

"Grrr...," Mamori growled in defeat but soon started arguing back.

Karin just sipped her tea silently and watched the arguing trio in front of her with fascinated eyes. The Devil Bats must be a really lively team back then. The ex-quarterback of Teikoku Alexander put her cup back on the saucer before feeling a tingling sensation you usually have when you had been watched running up her spine. Instinctively, she turned around to find the source and spotted the familiar shaggy brown hair that half-hidden behind the curtain at the opposite restaurant. Smiling, she took out her phone and texted to someone; specifically to the person at the opposite shop.

Stalking us, Yamato? Not really a gentleman, if I may be so direct.

She sent the message and almost instantly after that the hidden man at the opposite shop whipped his phone out. Karin could almost feel the widen smile of the man though he is still hidden behind the curtain.

Bravo! Miss Karin apparently had sharp senses. Surely you didn't expect us to let four beautiful girls walking around without protection, right?

Karin's eyes widen slightly at the use of plural. Her delicate fingers quickly typed her reply.

Us? Who else are stalking us beside you?

Three seconds later, his reply entered her inbox.

Take a wild guess.

—MWAHAHAHAHAH—(that was Mizumachi and Heracles)

Karin rolled her eyes at the message. Considering the way he answered her, the petite girl had a hunch that the opposite restaurant were really packed with heavily-muscled males.

All of our 'brothers'? Sheesh! Your protectiveness over Hiruma really makes me jealous. She is more than capable to protect herself, you know? It will be an insult if she knew that you're stalking her like this.

Karin could guess that Yamato was laughing there because she saw the half-hidden shoulder shook and a set of sparkly teeth gleamed merrily.

Not all of us are here. Takami had to prepare Shin for his wedding (you know, so that he will NOT tackled Wakana-chan on the aisle—poor bride she will be if that really happened); they're not here thus Sakuraba and Ootawara are not here either for Takami said that he will not suffer the torture on explaining things to Shin, ALONE. Musashi, Kurita and the Huh Brothers got some other works to do. Mr. Don and Clifford are not here too. Their flight will arrive tonight. You can guess who else are with me here.

P/s: Don't be jealous, love. Hiruma is my sister but you are my girlfriend. It's utterly different. And what are you girls doing at the hospital before, anyway?

Karin chuckled softly because she can literally feel the curiosity from the amber-eyed male. Yamato sure is a curious wild cat. Her thumb swiftly moved on the keypads and texted another message.

We just accompanied Hiruma for her appointment. Thought that she may need girls' support.

WHAT?! Is she sick? What happened, Karin? Did Agon hurt her?

Karin snorted as her thumb move faster on the keypads. Though, a devious smile invaded her face the next second.

Not really sick but it's all Agon fault no doubt.

Karin almost laugh at that message, wondering what will be Yamato's reply.

Agon's fault? What had he done to Hiruma? Tell us everything, Karin!

Again, Karin snorted at the protectiveness behind his words. How lucky Hiruma is to have such protective friends. Despite that, she had a hunch that the demonic girl will not be pleased if she knew about this. How in the world the boys managed to keep their stalking a secret from the demon's insane network of information will remained as a mystery. She glanced at the still arguing trio and smiled.

Hiruma's pregnant. Surprising isn't it? But she is determined to keep the child so DON'T YOU GUYS EVER DARE TO INTERFERE, got that?

Karin sent the text and stared at the opposite restaurant. She could see the body behind the curtains stiffened. Soon a movement of shadows loomed over the frozen man and needless to say that the phone in the man's hand had been passed to many other hands. A thick silent and suffocating tension filled the air; which eventually reached the cafe she was in before a mass exodus from the opposite restaurant occurs when the unfortunate customers ran away for their life. Mamori, Suzuna and Hiruma instantly stopped their argument upon watching the fleeing people.

"What the hell is happening there?" Hiruma frowned, half standing at her seat.

"Just some surprised guys...Why don't we order our lunch now? We shouldn't delay your meals, Hiruma. Not good for the baby," Karin said nonchalantly, calling the waitress and in the same time, switched her phone off. A smirk bloomed on her face.

"What do you girls want to eat?" Mamori asked cheerfully while she scanned the menu before her eyes saw something that she will never expected will see. "Hiruma! What do you think you're doing?" she stared at the demonic girl, completely flabbergasted.

"Just killing some brats," Hiruma said sarcastically, munching on the pastry she just stole from Mamori's plate. "I'm eating, obviously," another bite on the pastry and the blond purred. "Sweet devil, this is good. I want ten of this on my order," she nodded at the half-terrified waitress.

God, the waitress SHOULD be terrified.

Because the sight of Hiruma, the demon from hell that hated sweets so much; closing her eyes and savoured a vanilla creampuff is definitely a terrifying sight.

Mamori's jaw dropped at that. "Hiruma, you're eating creampuff. Sweet pastry that you despised so much all this time," the auburn-haired girl stated in disbelief.

"So what the hell is wrong with that? It's fucking taste wonderful," Hiruma deadpanned, licking the cream on her lips. "I want another one," she said and grabbed another creampuff from Mamori's plate.

Suzuna started to cackle evilly at Mamori's dumbstruck face and Hiruma's uncharacteristic munching on the sweet pastry before the raven-haired female entered a full blow of gleeful laugh. Karin chuckled softly at the ex-Devil Bats' captain's consistent munching and the ex-manager's bug-eyed face before glancing again at the opposite restaurant. Soon she too was laughing hard because it's quite obvious that Mamori was not the only one in the mall that had the bug-eyed face.

What a pity she couldn't snap a picture on Yamato's bug-eyed look.

Really, it's priceless.

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