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I would be a billionaire right now if I own Eyeshield 21

It had been a month since Mamori and Hiruma 'coupled up'. To say the least that nothing changed was the understatement of the century. Sure they were still at each other's throat but that was just it. It was as if they were back to square one, as if the confession incident didn't happened at all. Mamori on her defense did try to dance the waltz and bring up the topic, but everytime she did he would just say a witty remark and the attempt was long forgotten before it ever started. So you really can't blame her if she was starting to think that he was just playing with her, teasing her in the cruelest way that only Hiruma could pull off.

It was supposed to be their alleged 1st month anniversary (not like Mamori was keeping track) when Hiruma just happened to call. At first she thought that he was calling because he finally wanted to clear things between them, but she was disappointed right away. He only called to say that he was dropping off some tapes for her to watch for their next game against Musashi's team. With a very deep sigh, she went out of her room and waited at the gates of her house. She'll get her answers, even if he didn't want to give it to her. She'll be damned if Hiruma Youichi was playing with the little strings of her heart.

It was already getting dark, she looked at her watch. She was waiting for him for almost 3 hours in front of her house. She laughed at that thought. Here she was just outside the comfort of her house, almost freezing to death waiting for her 'boyfriend' in their first month anniversary to drop off something that doesn't have anything to do with their relationship. She was starting to get desperate and stupid she mentally noted. Just as she decided to go inside her house, she heard a popping sound. There was no mistaking it. He's here.

"Tche" was the only thing that came out of his mouth when he saw her shivering from the harsh cold of the night. He carefully eyed her and then gave her a questioning look. Stupid woman he thought to himself.

"About time you arrive Hiruma-kun"

Without any reply nor remorse, he handed her the tape and went on his merry way. But he was stopped from his track when she grabbed the sleeve of his shirt.

"Is it that fun? I know you want to keep up that devil image of yours but do you really have to play with my feelings Hiruma" again there was that soft voice she only reserved when she was hurting. Amidst all that emotion she was sprawling down, he snickered. He turned around and removed her hand gently from his shirt.

"Fucking girlfriend" he replied in the softest voice he could mustered. That got her out of her train of thoughts; he had just called her girlfriend. So it was not a dream, an imagination, a lie. They were really going out, right?

"Am I?" she asked away the lingering doubts she had. He looked at her sternly. He was sending a message to her. A message she couldn't quite decipher this time.

"What?" she asked once again.

"How fucking stupid can you fucking get!" he stated in a raised tone.

"Well if you were in my shoes I bet you'd be as stupid as I am!" she retorted back with the same raised tone.

"When we're fucking alone yes you are, but to everyone's knowledge you're just the fucking manager. In case you had gotten a fucking amnesia, I am Hiruma Youichi. I have fucking blackmail material to everone, including people who want to fucking hurt me" and then the realization hit her, hard. Why wasn't she able to think of that sooner? She was really getting stupid.

"It's a secret then."

"You finally got back your fucking brain to work." Then he left.

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