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Note: Sorry for the late upload but even writers like me have to take a vacation especially if the inspiration is fleeting away. Don't worry this won't be the last chapter I promise all of you readers out there. Enough said, I present you

Mamori woke up at Hiruma's side. She stared at his face and smiled. She shuffled a bit and felt more skin to skin contact than usual. She lifted the covers a little. It was then she realized that she was naked, along with Hiruma. She panicked for some time, but it soon died down as she remembered what happened the night before.

Flashback:

Mamori looked at the mirror for the _nth time. She was just finishing her final touches of her make-up. For someone who was not used to using such thing, she did an explicit job. It was not overdone. It just brought out more of her natural beauty.

She glanced at the wall clock. Hiruma should be knocking at the door any minute now. They were going on a date. It was their anniversary. In all honesty, she was surprised that he came up with the idea. Under normal circumstances, it would have been her suggesting such notion and he would have laughed it off. So the moment he had said the date word, she jumped to him and hugged him causing them to tumble backwards to the ground.

He didn't disappoint her when seconds after the doorbell finally rang. Checking how she looked for the very last time, she slowly made her way downstairs. She was wearing a 3 inches heel due to her mother's persistence. Mamori accepted the offer, though a little hesitant. She was not used to wearing such things but it complimented her dress, so she just had to make it work. He had sent over the dress a day ago. She questioned him about it but he never gave an explanation. The dress was lovely she got to admit. It was a red tube cocktail dress, over-layered with a black silk. And a red ribbon tied on the waistline.

He didn't tell her about his plans on the date though said something about keeping it a surprise. As if their relationship wasn't full of that.

He gawked at her the moment she was revealed to him which caused her to giggle. To his credit, he appeared more human, more handsome with the suit he had worn. It was one of the typical suits that he usually wears but for Mamori at that time it had another charisma to it. It made him even more charismatic, even more elegant, even more Hiruma Youichi.

"You look fucking beautiful" it was the first compliment he had ever given her the entire time they had known each other. Or maybe it was the first nice, direct compliment he had given her. Hiruma was a big puzzle after all.

She walked towards him and he offered her his arm. Hiruma without a doubt was being nice. And she fathomed that it wouldn't hurt her if she enjoyed it as long as it lasted.

"Arigatou Youichi-kun" she responded with a light peck on his cheek. He still didn't blush though, a typical Hiruma moment. But she wouldn't have it any other way. She finally took his arm.

To her surprise, there was a car waiting at the front gate. It wasn't a limousine but the thought was special, he made her feel so special. He opened the gates for her, so was the passenger seat. As soon as they were properly seated, the driver stepped on the pedal.

"Where are we going Youichi-kun?"

"It's a fucking surprise"

A quarter an hour later, they finally arrived at the place. It was still within Tokyo but on the sea side. It was a 5 star restaurant that over looked the sea, a romantic place for our lovely couple.

"Table for two sir?" the attendant asked Hiruma.

"Reservation for Hiruma Youichi." The attendant searched at the log book for his name. It took the attendant awhile, made Hiruma almost start shooting.

"Right this way sir" they followed suite.

The table was located at the terrace. And the terrace itself was hovering down the sea. It made Mamori feel like she was walking at the sea. The moon was at its fullest. The stars were bright. In one word it was romantic.

"Youichi" Mamori was at loss of words. She was still clinging at Hiruma, ever so slightly tightening her grip due to glee. Silently, the attendant left the couple alone. Hiruma then offered Mamori her chair. As soon as they were both settled, the former devil bats together with Suzuna came to their table. They started reading a poem.

Demon and Angel

Sun on night

Chaos with danger

People on fright

Gun and shouts

Patience and calm

Weapons no doubt

Hymns with psalms

Journey with pits

Sacrifices was made

Harder to fit

Both never fade

Love soon blossoms

Full of questions

Far from home

Wanted some actions

Twas a love

That was bound

Free as dove

New life found

The poem ended, it almost made Mamori cry if it wasn't for Suzuna who had to stepped out from the crowd and started being a fan girl that she is.

"HiruMamo for the win. HiruMamo fandom is not dead!" The moment that Suzuna did that almost irked Hiruma. Here he was trying to be romantic and now. But before he exploded, the rest of the original devil bats managed to drag the girl out of sight. Of course with the famous running back bowing all the way out to apologize for his girlfriend's action. Yup, you read it right Sena and Suzuna are together but that was another story.

As Hiruma calmed himself, he snapped his fingers and an entre of food came rushing. Mamori looked at him, it surprise her to see him smiling at her genuinely.

"Arigatou again Youichi."

"You fucking better enjoy this cause it would be a fucking long time before this ever happens again."

"Of course." Then they started eating the food.

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"Youichi-kun please." She was already begging. He had his menacing smile back again. He was playing with her, teasing her and it tore her a little. The way he had to drag the seconds along with him, the way she torment her with such cruel.

"Kekeke" that was the last act before he shove the thing inside. Mamori's eyes widened in horror, mouth went agape and hands were forming a fist. He just didn't do that, did he?

"That was the last creampuff! You don't even like sweets!" she shouted with all her might, which got almost all the other guests attention. Well of course, they were talking about creampuff, what did you think she was begging for?

"Kekeke"

"You really can't last until midnight to be nice to me, can you?"

"Oi let's fucking go. It's already getting late. I still got plenty of those fucking creampuffs left for you in my apartment." He spoke as he drank his wine until the last drop.

"Let me retouch my make-up first." Mamori was starting to get up from her seat when Hiruma's and sneaked it's way at the top of hers. It got Mamori's attention and they were caught up in a staring contest. Half of her was expecting for him to say one of those cheesy lines like in the movie.

"Why do you fucking need that for?...you're just going to devour boxes and boxes of creampuffs fucking creampuff monster."

"Youichi!"

"And you're fucking gorgeous anyone who can't fucking see that needs a fucking eye transplant."

"As much as I'd like to believe the words of my boyfriend, I'm afraid his really good at bluffing." She squeezed his hand before she left for the restroom.

"Tche. Fucking woman."

There were plenty of women in front of the mirror. Not plenty for it to be crowded but plenty enough for her to decide not to squeeze in. so she decided to wait for at least two of the women to finish their own retouches. It took longer than she expected. After all there were just women who could never tell when enough make up is enough. When it was her turn, the restroom was already secluded except for one woman.

"You look even more stunning in person." The woman spoke.

"Nani?" Mamori paused from powdering her face.

"Nothing dear, I just said that you look stunning." The woman said with a wide smile. Mamori don't know why but she felt like the woman was familiar to her, which was odd because she was certain that she never saw that woman before.

"I think this shade suit you more better." The woman handed Mamori an unopened lipstick.

"Uhm" she was of course hesitant to accept the thing, even if it was sealed with a plastic.

"I'm Seizu by the way." The woman continued still offering her the sealed lipstick.

"Ah, Anezaki Mamori." She greeted back, accepting the offering. She was polite after all.

"It was nice meeting you Anezaki-san." Seizu was about to go out of the restroom when she paused on her tracks and looked back at her.

"His quite a handful but his loyal and fragile though he won't admit it. Please do take care of him for me future sister-in-law." Seizu was finally out. Mamori can't help but think what an odd woman Seizu-san was.

They were already at Hiruma's 5 stars apartment hotel. True to his words, there were 2 boxes of creampuffs waiting to be eaten at the counter of his kitchen. Of course she didn't ran towards the sweet, what kind of a girlfriend would she be if she prioritizes sweets over his boyfriend on their anniversary. Not that she had ever done that. The moment they had settled in, Mamori pulled out a little box from her purse.

"The fuck is that?"

"Open it, it's my present to you. Happy Anniversary Youichi-kun." She handed him the box which he opened immediately tearing the nice little wrap she had took an hour to do. Why she even bothered putting much effort in that wrapper she never understood.

"It's a fucking keychain."

"It's a gun keychain. I know it isn't much but I hope you like it."

"You're fucking overthinking again, fucking girlfriend." And he had kissed her like never ever before. Not long before they knew it one thing led to another. They were already at the bed, stripped down to their last garment.

Hiruma trailed kisses at her jawline, pausing every now and then at one spot to give his fucking girl a hickey. He trailed down at her collar bone, between her breast and stop. He brought his face to the same gazing level as her. They were having one of their silent conversations. She smiled at him and he snickered.

"Fuck"

Back to the present:

Hiruma was starting to wake up that made Mamori contemplating if she should pretend to be asleep. She felt a little bit of awkward after doing it for the first time last night. What can she say? She was still as shy as ever when it comes to things like that but no she didn't regret giving herself to him. Hiruma's eyes flash open in an instant. They both lock eyes.

"Fuck."

"Do you really have to curse?"

"Of course, kekeke."

"I'll be making breakfast." But he hugged her, tightening it so that she won't be able to get out.

"Youichi."

"Fucking stay you might fucking disappear."

"That'll never happen."

R&R