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Note: So prefinals week and finals week are approaching fast and I wouldn't make excuses if I can but I think I won't be able to upload new chapters for at least a month. But if I have time, I would find time to write it and post. Peace y'all.

Hiruma fingered the gun safely hidden at his hip. The lights of the bar never failing to blind his perfect vision. Look out and always, always keep your guard up. That was type of code he live by when he takes job like this. He knew it was dangerous but that was the world he had known. The world he had live by in order to survive, to succeed.

The guy he was supposed to be guarding drank the umpteenth glass of vodka down the bastard's throat. If he could, he would just leave the drunk shit and go to bed with his fucking girlfriend. If it was just all about money, he would do it but he was never in it for the money. No Hiruma Youichi was in it for the information he could gather. You'd be surprise with how much a drunk person would tell to a stranger, not much less his own security guard. But it couldn't help that the pay was much more better than the money he could earn in other jobs. I said job and gambling is not one. Nothing could ever beat Hiruma in gambling aside from that American guy but who cares.

Hiruma was busy adjusting his sight at the ever changing intensity of the light when a guy came rushing at the vip place. By the time Hiruma could react it was too late, the bastard showered them with endless bullets. In an instant his boss died together with his (the boss) hockers. Lucky for Youichi-kun, his quarterback talents saved him by throwing a glass at the assasinator which in turn startle the killer. He made it out the club, not without a graze of a bullet.

Hiruma decided it was not of his best interest to go directly at his apartment and hospital did not come into mind. The people behind the attack maybe hot in pursuit for him. So he stayed at a dark alley for a while. His thigh throbbing in pain with every step he took. He was proven right at his thinking when he heard people screaming find the guard. He had done jobs like this before but not one came as life threatening as this. He scanned his wound, there was a graze there alright but what he didn't know is that a piece of the shattered glass pierced beside it. He was loosing too much blood. Any establishment that could have had first aid kits was a thousand miles away. He was exaggerating of course, but his fucked up getting low of blood supply couldn't help it. He needed help without actually getting help. So he started walking again, to the only place he could ever feel safe and free.

It was already pass midnight, so he didn't dare rang the doorbell. Reassuring that no one was in a mile radius, he climbed the gates. It appeared harder than what he thought. Of course it would, he had a wounded thigh for fucking out loud. When he was already at the other side of the gate, he lost his footing and landed on his butt.

"Fuck!" he cursed silently. He got up and walked towards a window keeping in mind to lean on his good side. He found a stone lying around, and threw it. After several pebbles later, no one appeared to notice his intrusion. With a loud grumble of annoyance, he found his way at the door and sat at the side. He closed his eyes, hoping that someone would open the door before he bleed out and die. Again exaggerating but it could happen. Or he'll die of infection. Or freeze to death. There was a lot of options really. Just when he was about to close his eyes, he realized something. He have a phone with him. His overly dramatic thinking thanks to his fucking girlfriend actually made him forget about the fucking phone he always take with him on his night job. The downside of it was he doesn't have any number in it aside from his recently deceased boss. The upside of it, well he memorized her number like the back of his hand.

"Youichi?" came a groggy voice.

"Open up I'm in your fucking front door." Within minutes, the door open.

"Youichi-kun honestly if...oh my gosh what happened to you?"

"Fucking relax I'm fine I just got grazed by a bullet." Mamori-san helped Youichi went inside and frantically search for the first aid. The time she came back, his pants was already off. If he wasn't bleeding, she would have drooled at the sight of her boyfriend in boxers. But there were more important things happening.

Mamori-san washed his wounds first. Using the thong (?) she got out the glass which wasn't really that deep. Good thing not a single big vein or artery was hit. She poured an iodine solution at the wound.

"Fuck!" Hiruma hissed in pain.

"Hold still."

"Warn me next time fucking Mamori. It fucking stings!" she looked up at him.

"There won't be a next time Hiruma-kun cause you won't be getting injured again. Not like this."

"Kekeke, are you fucking telling me what to do?"

"No Youichi-kun, I'm not telling you what to do. It would make me feel better if I actually know what you do in nights like this."

"You don't fucking need to know." She wrapped the wound with a gauze forcefully. Hiruma hissed with pain every round she made. He could tell it was getting on her nerves that he wouldn't tell her. The moment she was done, she slammed the kit closed and returned it.

She wasn't able to walk that far because Hiruma grabbed her hand. She looked down at him, her eyes slightly wet. Fuck, he wasn't supposed to make her cry. She wasn't supposed to cry. She was and is a strong independent woman. In the first fucking place he wasn't supposed to get wounded and let her see it. All this fucking things are a fucking mess.

"Look Youichi I'm not telling you to change or stop whatever it is you do as a living during the night. But I want you to be careful because if there's going to be a next time of wounds from bullets I don't think I could handle it and I don't think you'll survive either for I'd kill you myself."

"I'd rather fucking die by your hands fucking girlfriend." he stated with a smirk and pulled her harshly in his direction. Too bad that her right hand crashed on his wounded thigh when she faced him. Of course he hissed for the thousandth time that early dawn. She was about to say sorry when suddenly he kissed her which made her leaned in more in return he hissed yet again during the kiss.

"I can't handle losing you forever Hiruma so please be really careful. I love you." came out from her mouth as they broke off.

"Let's fucking go to sleep." And they did but this time Hiruma could have swore and he always does, that Mamori held him tighter that night.

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