DISCLAIMER: NO, I DO NOT OWN EYESHIELD 21 OR ANY OTHER ANIME FOR THAT MATTER.
A/N: This chapter update will probably cement where the story will be coming from. Read on!
Hiruma impatiently descended the top floor of the hotel's building while his hands rested comfortably inside his trouser's pockets.
Che. Females. Give them a bit of attention and they go panting for more.
Indeed, he had a satisfying fuck. The pesky red head had serviced him well but she had no business asking for something he would never give. Females were made for one reason and one reason only ~ for a man's pleasure and nothing else. They had no right to ask for more.
Can't this damn elevator go any faster?!
As if in response to his intolerance, the elevator chimed.
With one long stride, he stepped out of his temporary confinement, cursed, and strolled out of the lobby just as his private mobile phone rang.
"Where the hell are you?" the voice from the other line began in greeting. "Don't you know that you have an early corporate meeting tomorrow at seven?"
"Ke. I pay you to be my damn executive assistant, not my fucking keeper." he replied impetuously.
"And why I accepted the job is beyond me." the executive assistant murmured on the line, which did not go unheard of by Hiruma's keen ears.
Both parties knew the answer to that. No executive assistant would last an hour with Hiruma.
No human being could.
When the devil was around a dark heavy aura always loomed the air even living plants wilt at his very presence, how more the people. Add the fact that he possessed the most endearing of qualities inexistent to man. He was in no doubt the last person on earth one would enjoy one's company with... except of course for half of the brainless female population whose cognitive functions were in their nether regions instead of up. How they survived in his presence, only they knew... but then, maybe, he could understand the women on that part a little.
No woman in her right mind would pass up an opportunity to reel in the fattest fish in the ocean, which as he thought now made him grimaced, if Hiruma found out that they were comparing him to a fish, of all things, hell would break loose. But Hiruma does indeed have a fat bank account. He was in fact one of the richest men alive, owning a string of large corporations and major stock holidngs made his fortunes continuously pile up. There was no stopping his money from multiplying over and over.
Then there was power. He had heard that no man could be more attractive than one who possessed ultimate control. And who else was the best example for that than Hiruma himself. For the past years, he had become more powerful than ever, his control had long spanned to the ends of the world. Even the merest mention of his name sent shivers to everyone's spine.
Everyone has heard of his remarkable track record to boot, most were true but some were just plainly too far-fetched. But instead of finding insult to the injury, he was rather pleased with the misassumption.
The devil.
And to think, he holds one of the largest PR companies in the world.
He could still remember how odd he looked at Hiruma when he inquired as to the acquisition of the PR company, all he said was, "Kekeke. Blackmail material. I get to use centurybold dark secrets and acquire new livid ones. A damn win-win."
Well it was indeed one ingenious plan, he admitted to himself. And not before long, throngs of influential clients came to their PR company, all involuntarily. Who in their right minds would want to ask help from the soulless creature himself but they had no other choice, for it was either they sell their souls to the devil or lose everything. Not a healthy comparison, they knew, for either choice would make them lose everything but with the devil they lose everything and still have everything, unless they make him unhappy of course.
That was Hiruma for you, one sneaky bastard.
And he delighted in being called one.
The fucker.
He shook his head in disapproval as though Hiruma was in front of him.
Any other reason for women continuously flocking to Hiruma, he does not have the remotest of ideas. And how and why Hiruma could loiter from one fuck to another… well, he cleared his throat, finding it suddenly dry. They were men and they had needs.
Alas the wonders of the female species never fail to give him a headache.
He sighed. "Just get yourself home Hiruma. I don't care what activities you have endeavored for yourself today..." though I have an inkling as to what "... Just get enough sleep. I don't want you coming in the office with the sourest of moods due to your own doing. We don't want another executive personnel sent to the E.R. because you almost grazed his head with your real ammos."
He was exasperated and Hiruma knew it.
And the devil always enjoyed an entertainment.
"Kekeke, shut your trap fucking old man. I could blast you for that speech."
Unaffected of the devil's threat, he continued, sometimes the devil's bark is just the devil's bark, "It's been ten years Hiruma, now I look as old as everyone my age is supposed to look. And as for me being your executive assistant for just as long, I know when to shut up and when to not."
His only reply was the sound of the line being cut.
Some things never change.
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The morning San Francisco air glistened with sweat and pollution as vehicles pedalled their way through traffic.
Cars' screeching and horning were the town's morning music as hurried pedestrians crossed the streets, shoes clicking with the hard asphalt.
All this added to the devil's irritation.
Morning traffic had a way of making him edgy.
Not good for his impending meeting.
Once the traffic started moving, he rounded the corner and parked his car on the first free space he could find, obliterating the thought of parking his car on the executive space. He was in no mood to drive further down his designated slot.
He stepped out of his car.
The parking attendant, having knowledge of the owner of the said car, cowered in place, "G-g-g-g-g-g-g-good morning Sir."
His sensitive ears moved in annoyance with the noise, hearing enough for one day.
He stopped shortly at the attendant's post and gave him a dark withering glare.
The attendant fainted in to place.
"Ke."
Hiruma entered the tall unconventional building with a tower shaped like bat wings and a heading in deep blood red which read, DB Holdings Inc.
As he entered, all were indecisive whether to bow their heads in customary greeting or just plainly stay the hell out of his way, especially now when he looked murderous with intent.
Everyone hesitated. It was seldom that their devil boss came to work in the morning. He preferred working during the night.
Their brain tuned in survival mode, a memory suddenly clicked. One morning a newly hired employee came towards the deadly hunter and bowed half of his body in gracious salutation, such good intentions would have been easily dismissed with nonchalance if only he calculated his imminent trajectory for that dangerous maneuver, in effect avoiding the collision with the untouchable Hiruma. But alas, it was just his badluck when his forehead went straight to the devil's unsuspecting shoulder. The devil's eyes closed into slits and doom was at its ends, a succession of loud explosions were heard by neighboring companies, making them hide under their desks. They worked the next day in filth and with falling debris.
With that clear in their minds, they voluntarily stepped away from his peripheral vision and watched in vigilance as he strode to his private lift.
When the door for his private lift closed, everyone expelled their breaths.
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One look at Hiruma and Musashi knew that this would be a dangerous meeting altogether. The executives will surely be tiptoeing on eggshells. He just wished that none would crack.
Without a word, he gave Hiruma the agenda for the meeting.
The devil accepted it only to toss it back on the nearest desk.
Not good. Definitely not good.
He thought of the only thing that could somehow assuage his foul attitude, "Coffee?"
The offer was left unanswered but Musashi already went near the coffee maker. Hot black liquid was poured on a coffee mug.
He offered the steaming cup to Hiruma which the latter silently accepted.
The crease in Hiruma's brows straightened a little.
Ah, good sign.
He could see the clearing of his face as he sipped the last drop of his coffee.
Musahi imaginarily patted his back.
The impending storm has passed.
Hiruma's private line rang.
Musashi hurriedly answered the phone, "DB Holding's."
He nodded as he listened to the man on the other line speak and not before long he placed the phone down.
He faced Hiruma, "The stadium is already in its final construction. He said you can come down anytime to supervise everything."
Now that more than brightened the devil's day.
"Cancel the damn meeting, we're going."
A/N: My sincerest apologies for the long update. It's a bit hard juggling daily activities with two fanfictions but your support makes me strong so with little sleep, I finally had a face to face session with my laptop.