DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN EYESHIELD 21 OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS
Loud teenagers. Cars horning. Motorcycles speeding away. Noisy pedestrians. All these noises were drowned by Mamori's thoughts as she absently fisted her hand tighter inside her skirt's pocket. She sighed then loosened the tightness in her hand, the necklace slid from her hand to land at the farthest side of her pocket.
She blushed as the scene at the football field replayed inside her mind for the nth time. Wanting to confirm that everything that happened was real, her hand delved deeper inside her pocket to get a hold of the necklace then fisted her hand yet again.
'Ugh. Hiruma-kun…'
Her rapidly beating heart had had enough exercise for the day and yet it still did not show any sign of exhaustion. She was about to climb the stairs to the train station when from the corner of her eyes she saw a familiar blonde head walking around the corner. She could never mistake that spiky hair for anyone else.
Without thinking, she abruptly stopped on her tracks and debated whether to follow him or not, her concern rising.
'Hiruma's a grown man. He can take care of himself.' She muttered to herself but still followed him from a distance, praying his demonic sense won't notice her tailing him. If she could she would not even breathe to avoid making any excessive sound. She'd rather die than be a new member of his fast growing devil handbook.
Silently moving in controlled steps, she wondered if she needed to go to the hospital after this as her heart rate has maintained its top speed if it hasn't increased any further. It has kept jumping the whole night and had no plan of slowing down.
'What have you done to me Hiruma-kun…'
She grew agitated when she saw him entering an exclusive subdivision. The guards at the main entrance froze in attention when Hiruma walked by with his regular companion resting on his shoulder. He successfully entered inside the perimeter.
'Of course they won't stop him.' She concluded with sarcasm. No one in their right minds or otherwise would dare stop the devil. They don't want to tempt fate or lose their lives.
So now came her dilemma, how was she supposed to enter? The last time she checked she was no devil. She did not have a collection of guns or even a gun for that matter. And she never collected dirty secrets for blackmail material.
Think Mamori. Think.
She could copy what Hiruma did and walk nonchalantly… but that was Hiruma. Devil from hell. Keeper of dark secrets. King of the dirty world and whatnot.
She exhaled deeply and walked to the same path Hiruma took. If she did not act fast enough she would completely loose sight of where he was going.
With numbed feet and a pounding heart, she went ahead. Her head held high. Her shoulder stiff.
She was nearing the entrance, 'Just a little more…'
'Miss…'
She held her breath and stopped, her conscience not allowing her feet to run.
'Have a goodnight.' The guard tipped their caps to her and gave her a smile.
She nodded her head in response, unable to muster a single syllable due to her shock and disbelief.
That was would they let her pass? Does Hiruma know she was following him?
Her brain started shifting when she saw Hiruma almost out her line of vision. She quickly dispelled all other thoughts and quickly trailed him.
They walked pass several huge houses… mansions to be exact then stopped at the farthest house down the street. He pulled out a weird looking cellphone, toyed with it and the humongous gate opened. He casually entered with his hands resting inside his pockets.
She did not waste time as the gate started to close. She sped fast enough that even Hiruma would be impressed. She was already inside the house when the gate finally closed.
The whole house was dark. She squinted her eyes to adjust her vision when she heard a door closing from the second floor.
'Hiruma-kun?'
She slowly climbed the steps, noting how there were no furniture in sight. She saw light seeping from one of the rooms. She gently turned the doorknob.
'You better stop eating those sweets. You're becoming as slow as fucking fatty.' The king was leaning comfortably on the wall opposite the door, his arms crossed.
'You open your mouth and nothing good ever comes out of it!' annoyance easily replaced her stupefaction.
He took out his devil handbook and popped his gum. He started scribbling. 'Disciplinary committee member stalking a clueless civilian.'
Willyd annoyed, she snatched his pen away from his hand. 'Clueless civilian?!'
If it was another person he would have had a bullet hole by now but this was not just any other person. He raised his brow, undaunted by her mounting anger.
'I was just worried that you'd do something reckless again and endanger yourself… but what am I worried about. You are Hiruma-kun, all capable and mighty… Sigh… I'm going home.'
She gave him his pen back and turned but a strong hand stopped her from moving and whirled her around. She gasped. The next thing that registered in her head was Hiruma's lips descending on hers. He kissed her tentatively at first, silently asking permission to explore further.
Was this Hiruma-kun who only knows how to take?
Throwing all sense to the wind, her lips moved in an attempt to mimic his movements. She felt him smirk before he deepened the kiss. Gone was his tenderness, it was replaced by his burning desire to take. Take everything from her until nothing would be left of her for any other man to take. She was his. Only his.
Mamori proved to be at his par as she caught up with him in an instant, kissing him, allowing him to take. Take everything he wanted but she would be taking what was hers too.
She felt his hand underneath her uniform trailing up her flat stomach all the way to her breast. She moaned. He took this as an invitation to plunge her tongue into her mouth, taking her beyond sanity. She played with his tongue, suddenly feeling hot all over.
'Hiruma-kun…'
He easily lifted her without stopping kissing her. He gently pressed her down the soft bed, the only furniture inside the big house.
He teasingly moved herself away from him to which she complained.
'Not enough?'
She blushed with passion filled eyes and shook her head.
On another occasion Hiruma might have given her a nasty retort but this was not like any other days. He was not the cold blooded boy who always has to keep his masks to remain tough and feared. For a little longer with her he will just be a boy and no one else.
He held the ends of her uniformed blouse and looked at her, 'Are you damn sure?'
Her eyes sparkled with emotions, 'I've never been more sure Youiichi…'
His eyes gleamed dangerously when she called him by his given name, 'Penalty game.'
His devilish eyes gleamed in the night as his gaze raked through the half naked female lying on the bed inviting him to follow.
Whore.
He stepped forward when an unwanted image of a young girl appeared in his mind.
His stubborn mind wanted his feet to move forward near the wench but his feet suddenly grew a mind of its own and turned for the door.
Fuck.
'Thank you for traveling with J Air. We'll see you on your next flight!'
She was finally home.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this hirumamo moment. And yes from here on you will be seeing the two characters clash with their wits, pride... and maybe their hearts to? Do tune in!