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Eyeshield 21 is one of the things I could never afford in an eternity.

Note: I apologize that this chapter contains a lot of conversation (again). Also I hadn't given the sister yet a name because I can't decide on a name yet. If anyone would like to suggest it would be gladly appreciated.

Hiruma was typing in his laptop all alone in the clubhouse. He had just dismissed his fucking girlfriend moments ago. She had a date with her friends. He was hesitant to let her go at first, remembering the last time she had spent some time with them. But he finally crave when she reassured her that it won't happen again. She said that her friends respected their relationship even if they're not 100% approved of it. In all honesty, Hiruma doesn't care if her friends doesn't approve of her. They didn't matter to him; all that mattered was Mamori and nothing else.

"Youichi" came a soft voice. He heard steps walking inside the room.

"Who fucking invited you in?" he shouted. He didn't like the fact that she was going inside without his word but what he hated the most is that she dared to come and see him without prior notice. He had kept his distance for a reason, she was crossing it.

"Youichi, don't talk to your sister like that." Her voice was commanding with authority. Ordinary people would be afraid of her voice, but not Youichi. She just developed that character of her over the years because there was a need to.

"Tche, you fucking sound like that fucking old woman."

"If you're asking about grandmother she's fine, though she's dropping hints from here and there that she wants to see you." She sat on the chair that was Mamori's usual place. Nobody on the team ever made the mistake of sitting at that sit. Mamori owned that sit, no one has the right to put their butt in it not even his sister.

"Fucking sit at a different chair!"

"Still as territorial as you were." She sighed but complied with her brother's 'request'.

"So when are you going to introduce me to your girlfriend." His sister came straight to the point. It was one of the many things that differs him from his sister. She was straightforward, so predictable, so gullible and spineless. She was the exact opposite of him. That was one of the many reasons why he never let her got tangled up with him, she was weak. And weak people only bring down Hiruma Youichi.

"It's none of your damn fucking business."

-OoOoOo-

Somewhere on the other side of the city that same time, Mamori was shopping with her friends. They came across different stalls, tried on different dresses and dropped dead at a tea shop. Mamori just bought one single little item whereas her two friends bought at least one single thing at every stall they entered. She blushed at the thought of the thing she bought. The moment she saw it, she knew that it was what she was looking for.

"What are you blushing about?" a friend of hers asked. She shook her head and said that it was nothing, but they didn't believe her.

"It's about Hiruma isn't it?"

"Well, a little bit." She replied and her blush came rushing in. She was a growing tomato.

"Speaking of, when he is going to make public your relationship?" it was Ako who had questioned her. She got to admit that she wasn't that fond of Hiruma, as also their other friend but he makes her happy. As long as she was happy, she wouldn't fuss about it.

"Eh?" Mamori blinked, dumbfounded.

"Mamori-chan, Ako-chan is right. Girls like us, beautiful girls like us don't deserve to be hidden. We're supposed to be bragged about, not kept as a secret."

"She's right, she's right." Ako agreed while nodding.

"Well, I don't really feel like I should be bragged." Mamori defended her boyfriend. True, she wanted so desperately to come out in the open. She wanted to hold hands, to hug, to kiss him (not like she's going to do it in public anyway, she is still modest) and go on a romantic date with him without being afraid that someone might walk in and see them.

"Okay maybe not brag but people should know"

"The people that matters know already so…" Mamori tried to reply but she was rudely cut off with her friend's hand covering her mouth to shush her.

"If he's so determined to keep it between you two and a number of people, then he really shouldn't get jealous in public." Ako reasoned.

-OoOoOo-

"So have you slept with her yet?" Hiruma almost chocked at his bubblegum with that question. They had just wrapped up their previous conversation that had lasted longer than he expected. Hiruma mentally noted how his sister seemed to have made herself feel at home. She was planning to stay longer, ambush him with her sisterly prying questions.

"It's still not your fucking business."

"Oh goodness, you still hadn't? Now I must really get to know this girl. You never associate yourself with people who you can't benefit."

"My fucking girlfriend isn't a fucking sex toy." He raised his voice slightly. He disliked the way she was using her words. If she was here just to make fun of his' Mamori then she could just dissolve right now. Anyway, he got his fire gun with him; he could just burn her to death.

"I'm not saying that. What I'm saying is girls also have hormones Youichi. Even if you're trying to be some gentleman by controlling yourself, she wouldn't appreciate it."

"I don't want to fucking scare her off." He admitted.

-OoOoOo-

"How long are you two together?"

"11 months, almost a year." Mamori answered proudly. Though their progress was slow, she didn't mind it. She like the way their relationship was, she wasn't in a hurry. Besides it was relaxing, there was no pressure.

"So far what's the most romantic thing Hiruma-san had done for you?" Mamori thought about it for a second. There were plenty of things that she thought was Hiruma being sweet and only few moments that he was being romantic. There was the Christmas incident where he had given her a big teddy bear, and there was this other time where. Her thoughts came to a halt, Hiruma was sweet in his own way but he was never romantic.

"Well he did give me a gift last Christmas."

"You do realize he's entitled to do that." Mamori sighed.

"How about your anniversary, had he made plans yet?" Ako questioned more. Mamori shook her head. Her mind didn't even cross that. She was used to just lying around at her house living room, talking about Amefuto, planning about Amefuto, bickering about Amefuto. She sighed even harder, their relationship was really based on Amefuto.

-OoOoOo-

"You're lucky she even put up with you." His sister said in a matter of fact tone. There was nothing she was saying that he didn't know already. But he wasn't betting it all on pure luck. Luck was baseless; there was no math in it. No certain algorithms to make it work for your benefit, just plain useless.

"Tche, why do you fucking care?"

"Because I'm your sister and you'll end up hurting her if you don't get advices every now and then."

"Had you slept with him yet?" Mamori spitted some of the tea that she was sipping.

"Nani?!" the words flew out of her mouth. Why would they even ask a question like that in a public place?

"You still hadn't?" her friends eyes almost bulged out in their respective sockets. Her friends looked at each other in a this-is-bad kind of way.

"Mamori-chan we know that you're modest but still. The guy though demon like still has hormones you know. And what does it say in your relationship if he doesn't fantasize about you?"

-OoOoOo-

"You should take her on a romantic dinner on your anniversary." His sister suggested. He hated how his sister was trying to be helpful. It's not like he needed any help anyway, it was just getting on his nerves. She was getting on his nerves, though he did made a mental note on things that were a bit, just a tiny bit important.

-OoOoOo-

"Surely you had kissed Mamori-chan."

"Yeah."

"Was it romantic?" Mamori thought back of their first kiss. Could she consider it romantic? They were on the changing room, surrounded with sweaty uniforms and aroma that was like rotting fish. No, it was nothing close to romantic.

"No, but it was Hiruma. That's all that matters."

"You really do like the guy, don't you Mamori-chan?"

"I love him." She declared.

-OoOoOo-

"So you're not doing anything different with her. You're not treating her different. You're still the same obnoxious, gun maniac demon you are when you're with her."

"Hmm" he can't help but agree.

"So what makes her special?" her sister was really curious about Mamori. It was the first time that someone had asked him about her (as if someone would have the guts to do so). And it was also the first time that he didn't mind talking about it. After all the years that had passed, his sister was still his confidant.

"Nothing." He stated, cleaning his weapon of choice for the day.

"Then why keep her?" he stopped what he was doing. His eyebrow was raised, daring her to repeat the stupid question. Why keep her? Mamori was nothing special, nothing extra-ordinary but that doesn't mean there was no reason for him to keep her. There were plenty of reasons. To numerous of a reason to mention, but there was one thing that stand the most.

"I fucking love her."

R&R

Don't forget to suggest the sister's name if you have a good idea.