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Eyeshield 21 (sighs) will never be mine.

Note: This Chapter turns out different from my initial plan, so I think there is some OOCness in it. I apologize.

"Tche" Hiruma muttered under his breath. They had been walking for a while now in an eerie silence. Once the ruckus died down the atmosphere between him and Mamori turned awkward. He was pissed off, who wouldn't? Wasn't she supposed to be a good loyal girlfriend? He shook his head for a mere second; he seemed to lose all sense of reason. Something was clouding up his mind and it irritates him even more.

At the corner of his eye, he saw a glimpse of her. She was still the mystery he couldn't fathom, his strength and weakness. He would never forgive anyone who would take her away from him including that fucking hentai. His mind froze. Was he? No, the only thing that Hiruma Youichi can feel was demonic, he would never. But then again, what was that unfathomable image of his heart being torn apart?

"Fuck!" he cursed, she flinched. This time he stopped on his tracks, he contemplated to look at her but his pride refused him to do so. He discerned that the moment he saw her, he would crave. She held that much power over him, one that he wasn't ready to give yet. Not even to her, so he was fighting that power with all of his will. The demon never succumbed to the gods, so to do so to a mere angel was a great insult to his pride. Even if that said angel is his girlfriend.

Not a moment later, they finally arrived to their destination. It was a prestigious hotel, one he saw to it that none of their alleged acquaintances could ever afford. She gasped loudly, he snickered in response. He grabbed her wrist tighter and dragged her inside. She put up a bit of a fight and resisted nut he eventually overpowered her. If it wasn't due to the deadly stares they were giving each other, one would think that the scene was adorable. But we are talking about Hiruma and Mamori here, so adorable would be a poor choice of word. He kept on dragging her inside the elevator, which resulted into Mamori soft cry of pain.

No words came out of each other's mouth even in a secluded area. Hiruma was beyond annoyed now, who was she to give him the silent treatment. It was his signature that no one dared to pull off against him. He was half expecting her to scold him to the ends of the earth but no instead she chose to play his part and there was no way in hell he would play her part. He would break her, and he knew just what play he was going to do.

The elevator door ding at the 66th floor, he came out of it still dragging her along like a pet on a leash. True he was being mean; no mean was a complete understatement. He was being a demon to her right now, the worst boyfriend he could ever be. He opened room 6.

"Inside" he commanded with his icy voice. Mamori straighten herself and went inside the room, she was not afraid at least not yet he concluded. He threw the bag he was carrying with his other hand to her which she caught in an ease and he closed the door behind him.

"Talk" was what he said when he plopped down his couch. The distance between Mamori and the door was not that great, if she ever decide she could just easily slip away from him just like that. He was half expecting her to run actually and never to come back to his life. He plead she would just run and everything would be over because he can't take it any longer. He can't possibly shred more layers of his armor for her. It would totally expose him and be more vulnerable than he already is. He braced himself for what he was going to say.

"Let's fucking break up." He put on his poker face. Mamori dropped the bag he handed her earlier. This was not what he had planned when he called her earlier, but he'd be damned if he let her break him. She stiffened and stared at him, looking for something. Remorse, humor, whatever it was she wasn't finding it. She picked up the bag and walked towards him. One slap and she would be out, he calculated the probability. Just one and everything he truly and deeply care about would fade away. She dropped the bag near his feet and stood in front of him.

"Is that your way of saying you miss me, cause it's not funny in the slightest Youichi." He heard the hurt in her voice. Don't. Look. Up. It was too late he gazed at her and saw the tears that was streaming down her cheeks.

"Fuck" what was he thinking? How could he genuinely hurt this awesome, reliable girl? Was his mind really that clouded to resort to a stupid thing like that? Why would he let his jealousy drive him down to this road? What the fuck! She was about to walk away when he grabbed her wrist, softer this time.

"Let go of me Hiruma."

"Don't" he trembled at the thought of what he was about to say. He broke like a soft glass that he was. Never in his life had he regretted doing anything, until now. Even with all his calculations, he never dreamed that it would backfire.

"Don't fucking leave me." There was the slap he was counting on, moments after she kneeled in front of him.

"Why would I leave you?" she inquired trying to put on a smile.

"You were fucking cheating on me!" he blurted out with his usual Hiruma rage. She laughed, really laughed as if seconds ago tears weren't rolling down her cheeks.

"You were jealous?"

"I don't fucking get jealous!"

"You're cute you know that Hiruma. But the next time you pull off a stunt like that when you get jealous, I would really do what you had said."

"Shut up!"

"I missed you too" she gave him a hug.

R&R