CHAPTER TWO

NOT THAT POSSIBILITY!

"Oe, Reserve your charge later crea -", Hiruma started to tease Mamori about creampuffs when he noticed her being distracted but cut himself off when he heard a weird mix of noises on the other end of the line. "What the? What's happening there damn manager?" And after getting no response, resolved to open his laptop and use the connections that he has. With the call still going, he let his fingers dance through the keyboard and not long after, he's watching a live video of a part of a relatively crowded street. His heart became strangely warmer not because of a good feeling but because a worry that he had thought just a while ago is being confirmed by what he's seeing now. He recognized the familiar sport jeans and shirt a girl bathed in her own blood was wearing. "Fuck!" he cursed as he immediately got up from his seat and rushed outside the American Football clubroom of Saikyoudai. He's got no other plan for this emergency but to dash his way to the scene he saw on the video a while ago. It might help that he was able to improve his 40 yard dash record into 5.0 seconds and that that part of the street is just a few meters away from their university. But to him it seemed like his feet was not making it to how fast he wanted it to be. He wanted his next step to carry him right beside his manager. His mind won't let go of the image of Mamori. He can still see her unconscious body on the street. And the image shifted into a girl with a sweet smile and he heard her voice rang inside his head. "Hiruma-kun, you do not need to carry all the burden by yourself."
He clenched his fists and teeth as the possibility dawned on him – the possibility of losing the only woman aside from his mom who dared to get near him and as much as he wanted to deny it, in fact, the only girl in his life. He can only curse as he felt pressure and anxiousness as never before, not even in any football game he ever had.

"Oh, no!" exclaimed the driver of a delivery truck as he tried his best to break before hitting the girl who suddenly got in his way. But it was too late. After a glance with the person seated beside him, he immediately got off the truck to check the girl he just hit. He first checked if she's still conscious and afterward went on to check her pulse. Seeing that she's still alive, he took some time to ponder if it's better to get her to the hospital by their truck or call an ambulance. There is not much space for people in the truck and the hospital is quite a long drive from their current location. Their truck can run with a speed but they cannot afford to be stuck in the traffic with a girl that might already be dying. He personally goes with the latter choice but considered to consult his companion's opinion. "Should we call an ambulance?"

"The ambulance is on its way," a husky voice answered him which he knew doesn't belong to his companion.

"Huh?" was all the driver's response. Still holding the girl he hit, he turned his head to look at the owner of the voice .

"Did you do some fucking reckless driving?" asked Hiruma while walking towards the unconscious girl. Part of him wanted to grab the man's collar but settled to know the whole story. In all his worry somehow, he still managed to do sensible things like call for an ambulance and regain his cool.

"It, uh, she suddenly ap-appeared in front of us," the driver stammered as he tried to answer the young blonde man before him. He got the idea that this guy knows the girl but he cannot pinpoint if it's just because this person is an acquaintance of the girl he bumped and was angry at him or there's another reason why he feels so intimidated (or maybe it could be both reasons).

"Of course you suddenly saw her 'cause if you saw her earlier then you would not have hit her," Hiruma replied coldly while stooping down to get a better view of Mamori. He could have enjoyed himself torturing the driver with blackmails or threatening him about the consequences of the accident but the sight of the girl before him caught all of his attention. He could see how badly she got hurt. His pretty face which used to be pale with a tint of pink on the cheeks is now colored with blood red. Yet he could still see her as the one he loved to tease, the one who is so motherly with just anybody even if they would be bullies, the one who spent time with him in game plans and strategies even when she had her own academics to take care of, the one who stuck with him to let him know that truly, he is not alone anymore. These and more thoughts about her flooded his mind as he gazed on her face, thoughts about how well she was before all these happened. And there came again that unpleasant feeling in his chest when his mind went drifting to thoughts of her being gone forever. Surely he was labeled as demon but he knew himself enough that he too, is just human who cannot put in his hands matters of life and death.
'The moment her heart stops beating, the chances will be down to zero percent. Fuck! Just what are you thinking Youichi! She's too good to die like this.' He cannot stop the flow of his thoughts and calculations. Some possibilities made him curse himself and even think about how God would not allow the girl to die that way. All the while he was just staring at her that he forgot to take notice of the people around him. His trail of thoughts that's getting mixed up was interrupted when suddenly the man before him spoke up.

"I'm sorry, you're girlfriend is still alive though maybe there have been a lot of blood loss." His last words quite shook because he met the young blonde's gaze. It was the coldest gaze he'd seen so far in his entire life. Not even his boss' stare could match with it.

"The acceptance of your fucking apology is dependent whether she makes it," Hiruma answered with teeth quite clenched and continued after a very short pause with a much lighter voice, "or not." He didn't even care to argue that she is not his girlfriend. Thinking she won't make it hurts him, he now recognized that he would do anything just to stop that possibility.

After a very short while, the sound of an ambulance was heard. "They're here."

Omake. :)

Hiruma followed the nurses carrying Mamori to the ambulance and the driver and his companion looked at each other thoughtfully.

"I think you're right Ikaru. The worst scenario we can find ourselves into is messing up with a man in love," the driver told his companion.