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Note: It's about time I dwell on Hiruma's life a bit more.

There were secretly dating for 10 months now, exactly 10 months. Though Mamori's friend knew that she was dating Hiruma, they promised to keep quiet about it as long as she gives them the "dets" every now and then. And as long as she tells them if Hiruma was mistreating her, she was their beloved Mamori after all. Going back to the not so secret, secret lovers 10 months relationship the great demon Hiruma Youichi finally invited Mamori to his legit apartment. The hotel he had drag her into before was one of his deceptive apartment, to throw off his enemies. His real apartment was nothing like the other apartment he had, it was not as prestigious, it was not as public and it did not held a view. In short it didn't quite fit the Hiruma vibe. Okay so it was an abandoned building located at the other side of the city.

"Cerberus lives here?" Mamori asked stupefy with what she was seeing. The question was meant to be about Hiruma and not about his minion dog. She hardly made her way through the debris that was blocking the path. How did he manage to live here for so long? Of the entire apartment that he had at the moment, he could have chosen an apartment better than this. There were plenty of questions that struck in her head but she didn't pry, he would tell her when the right time comes.

"We're here." He stopped in front of a wall. She scanned the surrounding but there were no doors, no nothing but just walls that had cracks on them. He pressed his hand on the wall and it suddenly glow, like that scanner things you see in the high tech movies. Hiruma backed off a bit from the wall, which in turn scanned his whole body before it finally opened. There was the Hiruma vibe she was looking for. Mamori expected that all that scanning would lead them to his real apartment but she was proven wrong when it turned out to be an elevator.

"Eh?" the words escaped her mouth as if she didn't held power against them. He looked at her and he sneered, truly she wasn't expecting his apartment to be as easy access as that?

"I fucking live here when I fucking left the house. This was the only place that was free from those fucking pesky brats" he paused, recollecting memories that he never dared tell to anyone. It was a long time ago, those times when he wasn't blackmailing anyone yet. There were the times that he was still making his way in the cruel side of the reality, the time he made the choice to be the demon of Tokyo. His journey was a tough one and he had made several enemies and comrades he later betrayed for his own benefit. His life was an exact example of the saying 'Survival of the Fittest'. The elevator ride stopped but it didn't open. He faced the other side of the elevator and pressed his hand on the wall, it was another scanner and the door opened that finally revealed his real legit apartment.

"So this is your apartment huh?" Mamori said trying to take in all the details within the room. Everything was white, at least the walls were. A couch was placed in front of the window; a television was placed on the wall that was beside the couch and a small table was placed in the center. She scanned further and saw a hallway across the television. She roamed through it and was lead to a hallway with numerous doors. Mamori looked at Hiruma, asking permission with her eyes.

"I fucking brought you here didn't I?"

She opened the 1st door and found out that it was the kitchen which she fathom was seldom used since it looked like it hadn't been dusted for a long time. She opened the next door which was his room. It was dark, the walls being painted gray unlike the previous walls that were white. There was a 2 windows located near the head of the bed. Speaking of the bed it looked like he hadn't slept in there last night either, because it was beyond neat. There were 2 doors present at one side of Hiruma's room. One was a bathroom and the other was a walk in closet much to her surprise.

"I need fucking disguises" was what he said when she eyed him questioningly. True, most of the wardrobe in it wasn't even the typical clothes Hiruma would ever be caught wearing in a normal day. There were maid outfits, granny outfit, hippies' outfit, janitor outfit just to name a few. To surprise her even more, there was another door that led to another room. It was a mini gym, twice bigger than his bedroom. The mini gym was complete of the essential equipment that he uses. It was a typical Hiruma thing. There was another 2 doors in the mini gym, now his apartment was beginning to look bigger than the usual average apartment and to top it all it was as if his apartment was a big puzzle. One door led back to the hallway and the other led to a sauna.

"Really?" she said to let out her amazement. She went back to the hall and saw the last door that was soon to be intruded by her presence. Mamori's hand was on the knob when she felt Hiruma's own hands on her shoulder. The action was as clear as water; she wasn't allowed to open it. She sighed but respected his wishes. It was a seldom luck enough that Hiruma would show her this place (even if she was his girlfriend) so she wasn't going to push it. They made their way back to the living room, Hiruma pressed a button on the side of the couch and in a second the table was gone. It was replaced with the couch which turned into a bed.

"Don't tell me this was where you slept last night?"

"No, I was fucking scouting Amefuto players last night." That was only half the truth, she knew. He would always take her with him when they were scouting even back in high school. Of course he was scouting, but it wasn't Amefuto players it was his night job. She guessed it was something dangerous, for he had earned questionable wounds but everytime she healed him she didn't question. Hiruma lay down at the sofa bed, she followed suit. They were lying on their own side of the bed.

"Where is Cerberus?"

"Floor below, that fucking dog don't want to share and neither do I."

"How about his food?"

"You should know by now fucking girlfriend that I keep tabs on everyone. And besides the fucking dog could come and go in this place as he pleased."

"Hmmm"

"I'm fucking getting sappy" he proclaimed and she laughed it off. She was rubbing on him and they both knew it.

"Don't worry, I'm not the only one who's been rubbing off." She replied and kissed him on the lips. Unlike her, the kiss was nowhere near innocent. It was so heated that she ended on top of him. They broke off for an instant and looked at each other before she kissed him again.

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