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So the countdown to the end of this fanfic is now 3 chapters. (including this one) How time flies. Anyhow, enjoy...

Most think that years and years of knowing a person makes one expert of a persons meaning behind his subtle gestures. May it be a slight hunch of the back, that distant look the person gives or the fact that the said person is gunning at everyone. To Mamori it wasn't like that. Okay maybe for the most part she understands, she wouldn't call herself the girlfriend if she wasn't able to decipher the code of one Hiruma Youichi. Yup, most of the time she knew just what he was up to.

And yet when one day as she saw her boyfriend talking and laughing with her own mother in their kitchen, she didn't know what to make of it. Sure Hiruma and her parents are close, not that it ever came to her as disturbing. She wanted them to be just like a real family to him. After all he was the only man she could see walking up to the aisle one day. It's not like it irked her that they were talking without her presence. Any embarrassing moments she had when she was just a child was out of the window ages ago. What really irked her is the fact that when she came around the kitchen all laughing and talking ceased. A nagging feeling crept inside her that there was a 99.9% that the two were talking about her crept at the back of her mind.

The time they were alone in her room she asked him all about it to which he responded with complete ignorance. She was initially going to push more but she lost all the will when he started kissing her on her lips. It wasn't much of an importance to actually postponed what was about to transpire between them.

The next day, Mamori was surprised to see Musashi-san, Kurita-san and Sena at their (unofficially it is theirs because let's face it, they practically live together) apartment together with Hiruma. And just like yesterday on her house, all male had become quiet when she walked over. Knowing for a fact that they wouldn't resume with the talk if she was within hearing reach, she went directly to the kitchen to fix them something to eat. She was about to serve the others with some snacks when they started excusing themselves, leaving Mamori and Hiruma an enormous number of snacks.

"Don't even say a word Youichi." and he didn't. For once he actually respected her wishes and not made a knack about the snacks and her.

They were both lying at their bed in their pj's, well Hiruma's version of a pajama consist of boxers when she asked again.

"Youichi is there something you're keeping from me?" she resisted the urge to say something about the Armadillo thing again. It was an unwritten agreement between them to never discuss about those serious fights they had. They were all resolved anyway, no use bringing it up ever. In response Hiruma just sounded a nope. She scooted herself more to his side to which he responded with tightening his grip. But the moment Hiruma kissed Mamori's forehead she knew. He was cooking some big plan against her back.

Saturday that week, Hiruma cancelled last minute on their plan to go scouting at the Oujus. To which she found was way out of character. The semifinals of the last Rice Bowl of their college career was just right around the corner. Hiruma never does things like that in American Football. So there she was stuck in her house chopping the carrots while her mother watches her as she make a meal. Mamori was about to start cooking when their front door oops I meant living room was torn down by an army tank.

As expected of her, Mamori shriek at the sudden outrageous intrusion. To which Mami-san just laughed at. With the engine dying, Hiruma's head pop out and somersaulted out his way of the said thing. The kind of somersault Monta-kun does when he is in his catching expert moment. He was dressed on a camouflage complete with all the military accessories.

"Youichi what did you do to our living room?!" Mamori scolded. Sure her parents were making good enough money for their expenses but they don't cover the casual break-in by a tank by her outrageous and obnoxious demon boyfriend. Nope her dad will kill her for that.

"Pack up soldier we're fucking training on the Hell Island! YA-HA!" Hiruma stated ignoring the issue that was pointed out by his girlfriend. Any damage he makes in the Anezaki household was covered by his own money and mind you he had plenty of that due to his gambling habits.

"What do you mean by training?" before she could get an answer, Hiruma went upstairs. Of course it was only logical for Mamori to chase him. Who knows what other things he was going to break upstairs. Hiruma was rummaging through her closet which is a complete invasion of privacy. He was packing some of her clothes and garments. She felt her cheek heat up as he went into his drawers full of her garments. Sure he had a lot of experiences on getting those said garments off of her but she was conservative. She doesn't want him looking into those stuffs.

"I'll do that myself, thank you very much." Mamori took over the packing.

"Relax fucking girlfriend. I've already seen almost all of your lingerie."

"Shut up!" she was closing the duffel bag when he abruptly took it away from her. He threw the bag inside the tank and bid his cursing farewell to the older female Anezaki.

"Youichi, will you stop for a moment!"

"No time fucking girlfriend. The plane will be leaving in 20 minutes." Then without a warning, he grabbed Mamori's legs and hung her at his shoulder. Due to his Spartan like training, climbing the tank was just a piece of creampuff.

"Hiruma!" Mamori's voice echoed all throughout the region. Now with the two of them away, Mami-san thought in her head that her daughter will be in a bigger surprise when they come back. Hiruma after all went through a lot of trouble for his preparation to be perfect with a little help from his alliances.

So now that this story is closing its end, it wouldn't hurt if you lovely people will actually R&R. Following is nice but reviews are more appreciated. just saying it out there people.