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CHAPTER 4
A/N: Yes, by all means, this is indeed a Hirumamo fic but the early chapters does not include Mamori yet as I am still developing the story and Hiruma. As much as I want to go directly to Hirumamo moment. I know everyone is waiting for that. The story must have a smooth flow and transition for it to have clear continuity. Patience, the romance is yet to come!
"Monta… Monta…" Sena called out to the unconscious body on the ground.
Out of patience, Hiruma volunteered to wake him up. "Lemme do the honors." A grenade emerged from his pocket.
His sweat dropped. "Nnnnnnooooo… He's already up Hiruma-san." He kicked Monta hard.
"Owwwwwww! What's the big idea Sena!"Monta complained fully awake.
"Just shut up…" he murmured to Monta as he stole a look from the devil.
Monta looked at the direction of his gaze and unconsciously gulped and clammed his mouth. He then looked around to see all the familiar faces scattered about. His heart suddenly started pounding, nostalgia suddenly overriding his thought process. "Feels like the old times huh Sena…"
"Yeah."
His devilish ears suddenly twitched as the wind brought in their words.
"Ke. Stand up you damn shrimps."
No one noticed that they were in a hangar until the jet started its ignition. Just then men in army uniforms started throwing them inside the plane without much effort.
"Treat me carefully I'm a star-sama!"
"Ha! Don't touch my shades!"
"Ha! No this is my Vita!"
"Ha! Outrage!"
"Hiruma-san!"
"Max!"
Hiruma whistled for the two dogs to climb up, "Damn wimps are noisy, silence them!"
Musashi chewed on éclairs as he entered the jet.
Monta readily followed the smell.
"Ya-ha!"
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Cramped inside the jet for almost a day hurt Sena's butt. He stood up and stretched his aching muscles to look for Hiruma and ask him where they were heading. He couldn't find him in the seats so he went inside the cockpit. No one was in the cockpit. No one was in the cockpit. NO ONE WAS IN THE COCKPIT!
He screamed loud enough to wake everyone up.
"Noooo….. nooooo… pilot!"
"Ha!"
"Ha!"
"Ha!"
"Mukya!"
Everyone was in panic.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"
Tic. Toc. Tic. Toc.
"What was that?"
They slowly tiptoed to the sound.
"A bomb! There's a bomb!"
In a total chaos, they started looking for parachutes.
Monta accidentally saw one.
Togano, lazy to look for another one, took it from him.
Until Jumonji snatched it from him as well.
Just when he was about to strap it to his back, Kazuki bit his arms hard. He lost hold of it and Kazuki grabbed it.
Monta dived in and tightly held one of the sides of the bag with the parachute. Togano then grabbed the other side. Jumonji not wanting to lose grabbed the last side.
All four of them were fighting for the parachute when it slipped in their hands and it flew in the air. A shadow suddenly leaped for the parachute.
"Sena! Give that back!"
Sena strapped it to his back. "Come on! Let's go!"
All four of them held on to Sena and jumped at the same time.
"Wait for Taki-sama!"
Taki jumped off the jet twirling.
"Press the button now Sena!"
He pressed it.
They all sighed in relief.
"Mukya! But aren't we going down too fast?"
They all looked up.
The parachute was torn.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
Miraculously they fell down the ground unharmed.
Taki with his never ending twirling motion came down gracefully from the sky with one foot tiptoeing on the ground while the other was raised and bent at the front.
"Took you long enough." Hiruma popped his gum.
All five of them were too shocked and weak to even voice out a complain to Hiruma.
The air was somehow different but the smell was nostalgically familiar.
"Welcome back to Japan."
"Eh?"
Kurita and Musashi suddenly emerged from somewhere.
"Kurita-san, weren't you inside the jet?" Sena asked weakly.
"He was asleep with you guys. But his nose is always on alert for sweets." Musashi answered.
"Ke. I damn told not to eat those éclairs."
"Well it did lure him in Hiruma."
Hiruma instead of answering popped his gum yet again.
"I have a baking summit to attend to." Kurita reminded Hiruma.
"I was invited for a Karate tournament."
"I came to look for a new inspiration for my next manga as I received a free stay at a beach resort for a month in San Francisco."
"I'll just camp inside my hotel room to try my newly developed game with a coupon that was sent to my email also in San Francisco."
"Actually none of those are true… Those are just lures for you to come to California then fly you guys back here to Japan." Musashi explained.
A cold breeze suddenly entered while their shoulders hung low. Everyone was dejected except for Taki who was in his own world.
"I am damn bored so I'm starting my own damn cup and all the teams we have beaten especially those who beat us will be participating with one single goal in mind crush us… if they can." The last three words were uttered with dangerous intent.
It made them shiver.
"But Hiruma-san our season will start in about five months and we have to start training after a month from now."
"You are excused from your season this year and the next. Kekeke. I have already made the arrangements."
Hiruma started waking inside the newly built dome, Musashi and Kurita tailed at his sides. The Ha-Ha brothers followed but they threw jabs at each other as they walked. Taki sang as he glided to where the rest were going.
Sena and Monta heard huffing sounds and turned. They saw the two dogs that chased them with their mouths open and saliva coming down from the sided of their mouths. They hurriedly stood up and entered the dome.
Everyone except Hiruma and Musashi held their breaths in astonishment at the sight before them.
The football field was massive and everything smelled brand new from the green covered field to the paint to the team's benches and dugout up to the audiences' chairs. Everything squeaked and sparkled.
They could imagine playing here and hearing the loud cheers of the crowd. The excitement. The plays. The adrenaline. Their opponents. The field. The game. With every one of them all over again.
Damn, but they can't help the sudden bubbling of excitement as they were once again gathered by their master player. Their silent strength. Their somewhat mentor. And the reason why they started loving this game. Their captain from hell.
Slowly their eyes slowly shifted to Hiruma but the space was empty.
"Eh, where is Hiruma-san?"
"Inspecting his dome." Musashi answered shortly.
"Max! he own this dome!"
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Sena gazed around the changing room. New upgrades have been made but it still was the Devil Bats clubroom. But from the looks of the newly setup lockers to the floors, walls and ceilings, the clubroom was well maintained. The shower room was the best new addition of the now expansive clubroom.
Who would have though that Hiruma-san was as attached to this place as us… Luckily the school principal allowed us to practice here. Eh, who am I kidding. Hiruma-san probably blackmailed him into agreeing.
"Mukya! Aren't we missing a few more former club members Hiruma-san? Monta asked out of the blue after they have changed their uniforms.
Sena's eyes grew large while Musashi looked at Hiruma expectantly.
Hiruma gunned them down as his answer.
All of them tried to dodge one bullet after the other.
Lights. Camera flashes. Reporters. She faltered a moment but recovered quickly enough for no one to notice. Somehow the modest side of her could still not get used to the attention and fame she has been experiencing for the past years. She started modeling for a campaign ad and soon enough her face was plastered all over town, the country, then the world. It still baffled her that her success came in a whirlwind of opportunities. Million dollar deals floated around the water and she was in no way out of her mind to not grab them. Modeling had been her world for two years and during those times she discovered a new passion that completely steered her to a different direction. Fashion. She had bravely stepped out of the limelight to study fashion designing and a crash course in finance. Anyway she had a background in budgeting during her junior high so it wasn't much of a worry. And today she was celebrating the successful launch of her new line. She was now an esteemed couturier.
She looked around and saw the same familiar faces that she met for the past five years she had been in America and she felt a void in her heart. Perhaps it was time for a vacation.
A/N: So finally I have the foundation covered so Hirumamo would come on ahead. No worries.