Well, well, I'm back! Sorry for being away for quite a long time! A lot has happened (especially with school) so I was kinda busy. I might not be that active yet, but I'll start updating more often.

ANYWAY, I leave ya'll off to your reading! I give you, Hiruma and Mamori!

*hears a 'Ya-Ha!'*

I don't own ES21!

*dashes out of stage*

"We met 5 years ago. Even before I met Musashi and Kurita. He was a shrimp and a fucking wimp, but he was a good kid." Hiruma began to say. Mamori scooted a bit closer to him and listened attentively, a bit surprised that Hiruma complimented someone for once. That guy must be someone special (although he was still a jerk in her eyes). "Became friends, swore to be brothers over a cup of sake."

Mamori reeled back. "Sake?! Aren't you under-aged?!"

"Just listen to me, fucking manager, if you wanna get to the bottom of this." Hiruma snapped back at her. He was slightly more irritated without his weapons, gum, and threat book. "Anyway, one day, a transfer student came to our class. Some girl, she was a pig" - "That's not nice!" Mamori protested – "and Hugo fell for her.

"Turns out, things weren't peachy perfect. She was a fucking smartass, all high and mighty, like she owned the damn school. Kage became her personal lap dog. Obviously, everyone was her slave except me.

"I and that stupid 'queen' had a falling out over a shitty ball game and a few days later, she left school. From the sources that I got," Mamori could imagine his 'sources' and how he got them. "She had to move. Apparently, Kage fucking blamed me for everything. He's a peaceful idiot like that fucking fatass, but when it comes to that woman, he's a cold-blooded devil."

Hiruma shrugged. "Over a fucking girl that I didn't give a damn about, he hated my guts since then."

"…that's it?" Mamori asked. The quarterback glared at her.

"What do you expect, fucking manager? Some melodrama? Nakama fucking speeches?" Hiruma barked out a laugh. "I don't give an ass hat about him."

Mamori frowned, but then a smile graced her lips. "But you came and saved me."

"What's your point? You're the manager. You're needed in the upcoming match." Hiruma said matter-of-factly. "You think this is some kind of soap opera? Don't think I'm gonna cut you some slack once we get back."

Mamori sighed. Doesn't this guy have a shred of kindness in him? He probably sees everyone as a tool to be used to his advantage. She said, "But that can't be the end. Something bigger must've had happened."

Suddenly, there was a beep and the door opened, revealing the Orenji High wide receiver. "That's right." Kage said. "Something bigger did happen."

Kage grabbed Mamori and clasped his hand around her arm. Mamori struggled, but his grip was strong. She cried out for Hiruma, who rushed at Kage with rage, only to be suppressed by the line backers of Orenji's football team.

"You took everything from me." Kage said coldly to Hiruma. "Now this time, I'll take everything from you. Starting with the girl."

And with a creepy smile, he walked away, Mamori in tow. Mamori pulled and kicked at him, but Kage was unfazed. She looked back at Hiruma, desperation in her eyes as her tears threatened to fall.

"Hiruma-kun!" She cried out.

Hiruma snarled at Kage's retreating back. "You fucking asshole! You dare lay one fucking finger on my manager and you'll get it!"

"Hiruma-kun!"

And then a name that no one ever heard or will ever hear again came out from his mouth.

"Mamori!"

Hiruma violently thrashed about, but the line backers were too strong for him. He kept cursing and swearing, but they held him back. One of them punched Hiruma in the face and they went out and slammed the door.

The Devilbat's captain shook the dizziness from his head and pounded on the door, calling out his manager's name again and again. But to no avail, he couldn't hear her cries anymore. He pounded one last time on the door, white hot searing rage building up inside him.

"DAMMIT!"

=.=

5 minutes had passed and Hiruma was now pacing back and forth in his cell, having finally calmed down and thinking things through. A few minutes later, a plan finally formed in his mind.

He knocked on the door and the slit on the door opened, revealing a face from outside. "What do you want?"

From the tone of his voice and complexion, Hiruma could recall a certain incident that was written in his black book. He grinned menacingly. "Yuka Giruyo, 17 years old, 165 cm tall, born on January 23, likes to pick his boogers in public and flick it off to old people. I wonder what would happen if I tell it to a girl, say, Kirimi Shouka?"

"Stop! Stop! Stop! Spare my life! Don't do it, please!" Yuka pleaded, knowing about the rumors of Hiruma and finally realizing that they were all true. "Look, I'll bring you out of the room. See? It's open now."

Hiruma strode out, asked for directions, and kicked the guy in the groin. He stole the card and snatching the nearest weapon substitute (a baseball bat) he headed to the direction of Orenji High's football club. "Fucking wimps."

=.=

Hiruma slammed the door open of the football club, only to see scattered tags and hangers. And his damn manager's clothes on the floor.

Shit.

He spotted his bag of weapons and threat notebook on one end of the room and grabbed for them, realization already forming in his mind. "That fucking asshole." He growled as he searched for students in the school.

Having questioned (more like interrogated) Kage's whereabouts, he found out that he was on his way to the airport. With his manager in tow. With a snarl, he snapped his phone open and called for his personal slave.

=.=

Mamori sat in the limo, tugging the skirt of the velvet dress she was forced to wear. It was bare sleeved with a v-neck so low, it made her embarrassed. She had never worn dresses this close-fitting before. The air condition of the car made her shiver. She looked at the man beside her, who was nervously looking back behind to limousine.

"Ano," Mamori said to Kage. "Where are we going?"

Kage snapped at her, "Shut up! It's none of your business. If you don't quiet down, I'll have to force you to be quiet."

Mamori closed her mouth and glared at him. He might be scary, and he might've molested her, but he was no Hiruma Yoichi. Hiruma was a thousand times more intimidating than him. She looked out the window and sighed.

Hiruma-kun, come quickly. Please.

I hope you liked it! Look forward to the next chapter 'cause it's going to be interesting (in a Hiruma-Yoichi style). Well, see ya'll next time!

*crowd claps, leaves stage*