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Note: Very late upload I know had been busy for awhile. Next chapter will be uploaded later the day I just need to wrap it up a bit.

Mamori felt that someone was hot on her trail. It was not the same feeling when Matsunaga-san was following her like a lost puppy months ago, no this time it had an aura of danger. She knew for a great fact that no one would try to harm her, she was after all an exact replica of an angel. And not like she was bragging but she was protected by the title of being Hiruma Youichi's girlfriend. To top it all, she was on the campus premises with a broad daylight which gave her more reassurance of the situation. Yes only a complete idiot would try to harm her in such circumstances.
With that set in her mind, she hasten her pace. She was not stupid to ignore her sixth sense. The image of the field was starting to come and a small relief was creeping inside her. 'Almost there' she thought to herself. But in that same time, someone put a handkerchief in her face and within seconds she was unconscious.

Hiruma was surprisingly in his class though his attention was elsewhere. Minutes from now the boring class would end and practice would start. Which means that his fucking better half (both metaphoric and literal) was on her way to the field. Her class had ended minutes ago and her building was far from the field. So she had to be making up that distance now.

"Kekeke" as if his laugh was the trigger, the teacher dismissed the class. Hiruma didn't went out right away. If there was one thing that he liked coming into this class, it was that his seat was by the window which happens to be facing the field. And his favorite part was watching his fucking girlfriend walk towards the field with all her glory. She was due to pass the same route any minute now.
Several minutes had passed by and still no Mamori. Hiruma was not amused with the sudden turn of events. His fucking girlfriend was never late in passing by. So he dialed her phone only to be picked up by a man he didn't recognized.

"Where's fucking Anezaki?"

"If you want to see Anezaki again you know where to go."

"Kekeke, see if I fucking care."

Mamori woke up in a very luxurious bed. In fact it wad too luxurious for her own liking. She was a simple girl inside and out in her own way. The moment she had adjusted herself to the eminent rich aura the room was emitting, a knock came on the door. A butler appeared with all the elegance that could match the surrounding environment she was in. The butler gave her a genuine smile which she replied with one of her own smile. True she had no idea why she was here or the fact that she was kidnapped but it didn't meant she had to be rude. Nope respect was the key to survival, something Hiruma would disagree.

"The mistress is waiting for you downstairs."

Mamori-san sat at the designated chair with all the uneasiness she had ever felt in her life. There she was in the midst of the presence of one of the richest person in Japan without any knowledge as to why. Though there was a something she was certain at the moment, she wasn't kidnapped for ransom. Her chair was directly across 'the mistress'. She was the mere definition of elegance, more than a royalty Mamori fathomed. The tea 'the mistress' was sipping made her even more elegant if that was even possible.

"Good day Ms. Anezaki"

"Good day uhm."

"Oh were are my manners just call me Eba Yusuki. I'm Hiruma Youichi's grandmother." Mamori knew it was impolite but she just couldn't help her jaw from hanging due to shock. There was no way that this woman is related to her Youichi. She was the epitome of kindness unlike her boyfriend.

"Don't let your mouth hang open dear, it's rude and unethical especially unpleasant." the older woman stated.

"Sorry I was just shock."

"Yes yes I get that a lot"

"Uhm so why am I here Eba-san"

"Oh I just want to meet my grandson's girlfriend. And apparently I'm satisfied with his choice so far. A lovely young woman like you is exactly what this family need to be married to." Family? Married? Not like Mamori never roamed around the thought but at there stage of their relationship she could tell marriage was way off, at least for now.

"Pardon?" Mamori tried her hardest to keep her face together. She wasn't disgusted by the suggestion (?) but it was a bit too much you know.

"Well my grandson should be here any minute now. That is if he really cares about you dear."

"Can I ask a question Grandma-san" the older woman flinched at the mention of the g word. Mamori fathomed that she doesn't like it when someone calls her that. The older woman upon placing her cup of tea at the saucer after some sip motioned Mamori to continue.

"Did you just took me to force Youichi-kun to come and see you? Or do you really want to meet me?"

"You're a bright girl aren't you." Mamori knew she shouldn't but when you get so much compliment from your boyfriend's grandma the first time you meet gloathing inwardly was a rational thing to do.

When she was about to respond, the doors suddenly burst open accompanied by the sound of one of Hiruma's deadly weapon. She can't help but roll her eyes. Why does he have to make a grand entrance every single time? To her surprise his grandma just sat there unmoving, just continuing to sip her tea as if nothing just transpired in her mansion.

Mamori turned around (her chair was situated against the door) Hiruma was standing casually by the door with his infamous poker face. In a second, Youichi-kun handed his weapon to the butler who was standing beside him and sat at the chair situated at the middle of the long table. Just like his grandmother, he started sipping the tea that was prepared for him prior.

"The fuck give me coffee you fucking penguin." Youichi hissed at the butler.

"Youichi" she was going to scold him but his grandma raised a hand to stop her mouth from blabbering any further.

"You've finally accepted my invitation Youichi."

"Tche, I wasn't given much of a choice you fucking old woman." Again Eba flinched. The butler served Youichi another cup but this time, it contained black coffee his favorite instead of japanese tea.

"I just wanted to meet your girlfriend. She's stunning I give you that." Mamori blushed.

"I fucking know that." he continued sipping, glancing for a mere second to her which made her blush even more. Was she even allowed to say that the person they were talking about was just sitting there?

"Smart too"

"Kekeke. Stop fucking adoring her with things I already fucking know and just cut to the fucking chase." Eba-san placed her cup of the back to the saucer for the nth time and stared at Mamori.

"I don't like her." The way she said those words told Mamori that she wasn't talking to Youichi-kun. That she directly said it to her. Mamori preferred Hiruma's acceptance by rejection better than his grandma's rejection by adoration any time of the day.

"Tche you don't have a fucking say to it." Youichi stood up and walked towards Mamori. Blinking, she looked up at him. Their gaze met and she too stood up. They walk out of the said mansion with their hands holding each other.

He was right, the older woman got nothing to say about it.

Kindly R&R. I'm on my knees now.