Third chapter. Guys… please review… more, more, more!

To everyone who read my works, I'm informing you that I'm making a Bleach-Naruto cross-over to be posted in both Bleach and Naruto fan fic archives. Main pairing: Shihouin Yoruichi (Bleach) and Hatake Kakashi (Naruto). Please stay tuned.

On to my third chapter.

Chapter 3

His Actions

1st page – December 1, 2004

This would be my first time writing in this journal. Why? Because for the first time in my life, I think I'm being drawn by the dark side of the universe.

You may think that I, Anezaki Mamori, am getting a few loose bolts in my system, but I don't care. It took me four months of denial and accusation. I'm through of it all. I have to concede and acknowledge my 'foolish' heart's demands.

"Che," Hiruma said. "So like the damn manager."

Hiruma continued on reading the white notebook. He didn't really want to at first, but his sense of curiosity took over and dictated that he had to read everything – everything Anezaki has to say.

And he was a genius. He knew for the first time he picked up the notebook and read the title that it contained drastic information about him. He seriously considered burning it, if it weren't for the realization that the author was the manager.

It was already 12 midnight when he finished reading the whole thing. He made a copy of it in his laptop. Damn manager doesn't know I have more gadgets in the club house aside from my usual arsenal of guns and laptops. I can make copies of anything – anytime and anywhere.

After all, he was Hiruma Youichi.

When he lied down his wide bed, he looked up at the ceiling and cackled to himself. So that's what you think about me, huh? Anezaki Mamori, you're in for the fight of your life.

The next morning…

"Mamori-neechan," Sena said, looking at his companion.

Mamori had been so distracted. She was still digesting the fact that she left her journal in the club room, with Hiruma nearly finding it. It wasn't like her to be irresponsible, let alone leave her 'guidebook' anywhere out of her sight and reach.

"Mamori-neechan, are you okay?" Sena asked again with anxiety.

Mamori broke away from her trance. "I'm sorry, Sena," she said, smiling reassuringly. "I was just thinking of plays we can do against our next opponent."

"Really, now?" a piercing voice said from behind.

Mamori's eyebrows furrowed and stared at the man behind them.

"What do you want?" she said angrily.

"That's not very good, fucking manager," Hiruma said, giving her a toothy grin. "I just overheard you conversation with midget here and wondered why you're so bad at lying."

"I was not lying!" she said indignantly.

She yelped when Hiruma's face was instantly very close to hers, his blue eyes seeing right through her tough exterior. She felt a blush threatening to engulf her face.

"I see," Hiruma said coolly. "Damn midget, your nanny is hiding something from everyone. And I think she's worried someone found out."

With that, he left, leaving a puzzled Sena and a shaking Mamori.

What was that supposed to mean? She yelled in her head. Somehow, she couldn't fathom what Hiruma has in that complex mind of his. Most of the time, she wouldn't want to know. But it seemed that she always had to know. And this time, she feared what Hiruma has in his brain was something huge – something about her.

She refused to acknowledge that he might have read the journal and left it somewhere where she could find. There must be other reasons.

Morning practice…

Mamori went in the club room, only to find Hiruma taking off his shirt.

Hiruma turned and stared at her, his eyes disarming.

Mamori blushed. "Sorry," she said hastily, making her way back out of the door.

In a split second, a strong hand was pushing the door closed and caging her between its strong folds. Mamori's eyes widened as the hand locked the door.

She looked up in wonder and fear as she saw Hiruma's lean chest trapping her and the solid wall pushing against her back. She inhaled a sharp breath. What now?

His head swooped down until it was only inches from hers. He was looking at her differently.

"Please, Hiruma-kun…" she pleaded, trying to push him away. But the contact of his hand on the solid wall of his chest made things boil up in her that she dared not to think of.

She briefly remembered the time when she had these unusual dreams about Hiruma touching her everywhere and… No! Bad Mamori!

It was almost the same as the situation now.

"You look so tense, darn manager," Hiruma whispered, his breath hot on her face.

Mamori blushed even more. He smelled faintly of a very fragrant perfume that seemed so expensive mixed with the smell of manliness and – gum…

She had to get away from him before her feelings became totally more obvious.

"If you don't get away from me, I'll scream," Mamori said.

Hiruma laughed. "I know you like where you are now. Stop being such a sissy."

With that, he kissed her.

Mamori's eyes widened for a split second but fluttered closed.

Hiruma's lips were hot against her, teasing and wanting. She gasped when he licked her lips, asking for entrance. With a moan, she opened her mouth as his scorching tongue darted inside, claiming and tasting every part of her sweet cavern. She sighed as she melted against him, tasting his bitterness meld with her sweetness. Her arms went around his neck, pulling her closer and her legs went around his hips, begging for support as her knees gave away.

He responded with equal passion as he drew her closer and stroked her back up and down. He knew he had to go slowly with someone like Anezaki Mamori. She was completely different than the other slut-like girls who flailed themselves at him. She was purer and sweeter. He had to do everything in his willpower not to rip off her clothes and have her then and there.

I get so fidgety when I see his bare upper body. It seems almost as if I enjoy seeing it and I want to touch it.

Hiruma laughed silently at this. He remembered that entry. And the damn manager's getting her wishes now. She was touching and scraping his bare chest, making him groan.

A sudden knock on the door broke them apart from their kiss.

Hiruma cursed. "Who the fuck is it?!"

"Musashi," the intruder said.

Mamori reddened and fixed her hair and blouse. Hiruma grabbed his black shirt and hastily put it on.

"Go somewhere far from me in this room," Hiruma whispered.

When he opened the door, Musashi raised an inquisitive brow at him.

"What do you fucking want?" he said, pretending nothing happened.

"This happens to be the clubhouse and I happened to be the kicker of the team," Musashi said. "Who're you hiding in here?"

"Not hiding anyone. Fucking manager came and wanted to give me the assignment I gave her. Something someone like you shouldn't be seeing yet," Hiruma said, pointing at Mamori, who was innocently sitting near Hiruma's table and holding some files.

"Good, coz I thought you were screwing with her," Musashi said, walking away and laughing his head off.

Hiruma pulled a gun and shot a few rounds at a running Musashi. "Go to HELL, you fucking old geezer!!"

He turned and saw a confused Mamori. "Get out," he said. "I have something to do."

"Hiruma-kun, why did you do that?" Mamori said, looking him in the eyes.

"Coz you wanted to," came the cold reply.

Mamori stared at him in shock and fled the club house before Hiruma could see the tears in her eyes.

Coz I wanted to?! She thought wildly. Hiruma-kun, how can you be so uncaring?!

Sekra07: Great going, Hiruma!

Hiruma: Hey, shut up, you made me do it!

Sekra07 (smiles goofily): Did I? Anyway, please review! Lovelots!