Disclaimer : Once again, Eyeshield 21 is NOT mine. I wish they were, but unfortunately they're not. Well, enough of my blabbers and
on with the story. And Vaio laptop is by Sony not mine too. (I wish I had one)

A big thank you to the early reviewers (Irish Leprechaun, AmberFox and Lyell and also Lagentillefan)..this chapter is dedicated to you guys -

Oh and italics are for thoughts.

Early next day, a blonde was seen pacing to and fro in front of the school gate. Attracting questionable looks from the students passing him. Since when the lord demon became the gate keeper?. Noticing the stares and strange looks he's receiving, the blonde grinned evilly at them, making the students run fearfully for their lives.

'' Mou Hiruma-kun, stop scaring people like that, its too early in the morning don't you think. Try not to ruin their day too early ok '' giggled the brunette manager who just arrived just in time to see the little incident.

'' Che, quit whining damn manager. If you had come earlier, I won't be here, and if I weren't here long enough means less people having trauma in the morning. So its your damn fault damn manger '' snickered the quarterback to his manager's face, his face inches from hers.

'' Its only seven by the way, and I'm not late. By the way, who asked you to wait for me? I don't remember asking you to '' smirked the young girl to the surprised looking blonde.

Taken aback by her words, Hiruma simple remained silent. While Mamori started to feel guilty and apologized to him.

'' Gomen-ne Hiruma-kun, I didn't mean to say that. I..I.. '' stuttered Mamori.

Hiruma who was in deep thoughts was cursing himself. '' Damnit, now I look like a freaking softie. I DID NOT intentionally wanted to wait her up ok. I just wanted to fucking ask her bout the annoying competition. That's all, period '' he screamed into his head.

But deep down, he knew it wasn't true at all. But being the stubborn man he is, it would take more than this to make him admit something as 'human' as that.

'' What did I do? What was I thinking? I didn't mean to make him pissed off with me. He's so different today. Did he hit his head or something? Seeing him this way makes him look 'more human' than usual. More innocent. What the…did I think of that? No, no, this is Hiruma, the lord of the devil himself. I couldn't be acting mushy or even be thinking that way about him ok '' Mamori thought shaking her head along the way.

The bell rang, and both the deep in thoughts students' headed to their class hurriedly , not uttering a single 'damn' or 'shut up' along the way.

Soon, school was over and Mamori, went to her locker, picked up some files Hiruma wanted to see and made her way to the clubhouse. A routine she did every single day. Unknown to her, a pair of emerald eyes was watching her every step from the school windows.

Entering the clubhouse, Mamori settled her school bag on the roulette table, rolling her sleeves, pulled her hair up and started to clean the clubhouse although it was already pretty cleaned already.

It was a habit she would indulge after school. Somehow, cleaning the clubhouse and feeding Cereberos and Butaberos along the way made her feel relaxed. And also making a certain quarterback feel happy is another story all together.

Today, practice was cancelled because the others had a lot of school work to be done. And she had pestered Hiruma extra than usual so that the other players could finish their work plus having a day off from the torturous demon was a bonus.

As she entered the locker room, she could spot a few water bottles lying here and there. Smiling, she picked each of them and throws into the bin. Then, she continued sweeping and mopping the floor.

Satisfied with her work, she sat at one of the benches there to have a moments rest when she noticed that she was sitting in front of Hiruma's locker. Smiling she started to wonder.

'' Hmm, Hiruma-kun sure works hard by himself. He may not look like it but it's a heavy burden to carry when you have to maintain your well-being and the whole team along the way. But he never complained. You're a strong man Hiruma-kun, a worthy and respectable leader although you tend to push your team to the limits. You're only doing this to make them stronger right?. I admire you for that '' Mamori smiled more, unnoticed that a certain blond was watching her with interests in his eyes.

As Mamori stepped out from the locker room, she smelled the aroma of coffee and Hiruma pouring some freshly brewed into two styrofoam cups.

Plopping to a chair, he sipped the black coffee and stared at her with a grin plastered on his face.

The innocent brunette simply took the cup handed to her and sat beside him and started to sip hers. Surprisingly, her coffee was not black with no sugar, but milk coffee, the way she preferred. It tastes good too. She smiled and nodded in appreciation to him as she started to sort the files Hiruma wanted to view.

Hiruma on the other hand was busy analyzing his damn manager from the corner of his eyes, of course unknown to her. He was surprisingly glad, when Mamori liked his coffee. A grin escaped his lips.

'' She looks 'nice' bundling her hair like that. Makes her look…hot '' thought Hiruma. A few strands of Mamori's hair drops in front of her face making her blowing the pesky strands oftenly.

Annoyed with this, Hiruma patted his manager's shoulder making her facing him with a questionable look in her eyes.

'' You're fucking annoying me, here, let me handle those fucking strands '' saying this, Hiruma tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear, brushing her silky peach colored cheek along the way. The sudden contact made Mamori eye-wide and blushed furiously.

'' Ano, arigatou Hiruma-kun '' stuttered the blushing girl. Hiruma on the other hand was cackling madly seeing this.

'' She's fucking cute blushing that way, kekeke, should make her do this more often. No wonder those school-yard idiots are high over heels over her, she is beautiful in her own way I guess. But I got to see what those fucking morons couldn't, kekeke, fucking lucky '' Hiruma thought silently to himself and started to read the statistics of the Oujou's player that was handed by Mamori

A few hours later, as Mamori was picking the cups, Hiruma looked from his VAIO laptop and spoke. '' Ooi damn manager, what type of song should we sing at the fucking competition? Any brilliant ideas? '' .

Mamori spun her head fast and looked at him really hard. '' What do you mean, WE, Hiruma-kun? '' replied the shocked girl. She nearly tripped a chair when Hiruma said that to her.

'' Are you deaf? Yes, I said we. What do you expect? Do you possibly think I would let the fucking shrimp or the fucking monkey to sing? Or are you thinking of making the fucking Ha-Ha brothers or even the damn fat ass and damn old man to sing for us? Fucking disgrace don't you think? Better me singing. And by the way, your the only female here VALID enough to sing, the fucking loud cheerleader doesn't study here if you didn't notice '' he stated popping a sugar-free gum in his mouth and grinning evilly to his already dumbfounded manager. A glint of amusement in his eyes.

'' Besides, I already know what I wanted for the fucking prize, so losing is really not an option here, do you here me damn manager. Start thinking what you want to sing, we'll meet tomorrow morning '' with that, he stood up and started to walk to the door.

'' Umm, ano Hiruma-kun, I'm not trying to be rude or anything. But do you, umm, know how to sing? '' asked the girl doubtfully.

Hiruma only smirked and replied her with a '' We'll see about that then won't we damn manager? '' before kicking the door of the clubhouse with one of his feet swiftly before disappearing.