Author's Note: School's finally out, yay! Many thanks to those who are reviewing!

The Story So Far: Three purple suited men attempted to attack Hiruma and were thwarted by Mamori. But just how oblivious is Hiruma?

Hidden

By: Bar-Ohki

Chapter 7: Hidden in the Shadows

Hiruma held the football in his hand carefully, preparing a long pass to Raimon. A small shiver crept up his spine when the quarterback realized he was being watched. Not letting the sensation perturb him, he threw a perfect throw that Raimon caught expertly. Upon landing from his high jump, Raimon immediately began posing.

Hiruma grabbed the nearest gun (which happened to be a shot gun) and fired an expert shot at the monkey boy's feet.

"Fucking monkey, get back in position!" Hiruma roared to add emphasis to his point. All the posing was obnoxious and stressed already worn out nerves; Hiruma was at the end of his patience.

"Ready MAX!" Raimon yelled from the other end of the field. One of Hiruma's favorite traits in the wide receiver was that he was quick to recover and always ready to catch another ball. Hiruma smirked evilly and threw a particularly powerful and accurate throw a little to the right of where Raimon stood.

'Monkey has a 68% chance of catching an off-target throw…. It needs improvement.' Hiruma thought to himself as he watched the ball fly. The gaze on his back grew more intense, making Hiruma shiver again.

'Its getting worse….' Hiruma thought with a frown. He'd been being followed home for a couple of weeks now. So far all his would-be antagonizers hadn't had the balls to actually attack him, but Hiruma knew it was only a matter of time before he was confronted.

'And the fucking manager has noticed it too….' Hiruma growled under his breath as he watched Raimon dive and barely catch the ball. If there was one thing Hiruma really hated, it was being mothered.

Feeling irritated, Hiruma picked up another ball and threw it immediately, giving Raimon little time to react. The monkey boy didn't disappoint, he leaped sideways at the last possible second and caught the ball. Hiruma smirked, pleased with the progress Raimon had been making.

"Fucking shrimp, go out there and put some pressure on fucking monkey." Hiruma casually ordered Sena, who happened to be innocently running by.

"O-okay!" Sena paused his run to give a small bow and bolted off down the field towards the unsuspecting Raimon. Hiruma threw another ball while fighting back a shiver.

'They can't know that I know about them,' Hiruma reminded himself, 'I lose my advantage of surprise if they know I know.'

Raimon caught the ball despite getting tackled by Sena. Hiruma reached into the container to pick up another ball and came back empty handed. He looked up from the empty trash can to meet eyes with Mamori. Raising his right hand he signaled to her.

'16 fetch ball … 11 punt ball back … call 80 home' Hiruma signed [1]. Mamori nodded slowly, and sluggishly stood up from her seat on the bench. She began walking brusquely, her hand clutching her abdomen.

'She's in pain.' Hiruma observed with a frown. 'Its probably bad cramps.' He decided after realizing that her pain was coming from the lower torso.

In reality, Mamori was not experiencing a heavy period, but rather was experiencing distress from her magical senses. Mages were watching Deimon's practice, particularly Hiruma. Their murderous intent was turning her insides into knots with both worry and unease. She glanced at Hiruma as he began to systematically catch Musashi's punts.

'He can't feel it!' Mamori realized suddenly. Hiruma wasn't magically sensitive, he wouldn't be aware he was being watched and didn't believe it when people told him he was.

Kurita looked around warily, there were Mages with ill will about, he could sense them. Kurita locked eyes with Musashi and scratched his left ear. This was a code between them that meant that someone was after Hiruma. It wasn't the first time the two had to deal with some Mage trying to attack Hiruma, neither believed it would be the last.

Musashi watched Kurita's eyes carefully, waiting for the Sensitive to show him where the enemy was. It turned out the idiot decide to sit in one of the trees right by the southern goal post. Musashi smirked and slammed on the ball hard, making it fly like a cannonball into the air. The Mage wasn't too smart because he somehow didn't notice the football hurling towards him at high velocities.

"What the hell do you think you're doing fucking old-" Hiruma roared only to be cut off by the unmistakable sound of a football hitting flesh, hard.

The Mage in the tree let out a small yelp of pain then proceeded to loose his balance and fall right out of the tree. Hiruma and the others from Deimon looked on at the man wearing a tacky purple suit wiggle on the ground in agony.

"Huh. I thought it was a spy…." Musashi stuck his pinky into his ear casually as he announced this bit of information. Hiruma smirked, picked up a machine gun and stalked over to the Mage.

"What have we here?" Hiruma asked the man, who had just now managed to regain his bearings despite the large throbbing from the bruise the football caused. He couldn't see all that well because one of his eyes was already half swollen shut, but what he did see was a dark aura, red glowing eyes, and fangs.

It was enough to make all those little instinctive caveman bells in his head ring and say 'get the hell out of there!!'. The resulting girly shriek of terror prevented the man from actually getting to his feet. Hiruma cackled and began mercilessly making an outline of the man out of bullet holes.

When the man passed out and pissed his pants, Hiruma found himself crying he was laughing so hard.

'That could have gone very badly….' Mamori thought to herself, not wanting to know what would have happened if Hiruma had been attacked magically.

'That poor man didn't do enough research, a direct magical attack won't work on Hiruma….' Kurita shook his head. Everyone else there thought he was just doing it because Hiruma was overenthusiastically binding the man in rope to hang from the top of the school, naked.

"Any more?" Musashi asked Kurita as both stood back from the hanging of the unconscious Mage.

"They all kind of went away after Hiruma started shooting." Kurita answered.

"We'll have to keep an extra careful eye on him today." Musashi observed.

"I don't think anyone will cause a problem around Oujou; Shin is there after all." Kurita mumbled. Musashi heard it despite how low it was.

"Shin as in Shin Seijuro?" Musashi was surprised.

"Yeah, Shin-san is a very powerful Sensitive." Kurita explained. "Most Mages don't try to cause trouble around him because he usually just tackles them…."

"Ah." Musashi nodded. "We shouldn't let our guard down despite that."

"I know. We'll defend Hiruma no matter what!" Kurita was fired up, much the same was he was in games.

"We'll definitely beat Oujou Kurita-sempai!" Raimon had only heard the last thing Kurita said and assumed the two had been talking seriously about the upcoming game.

For Musashi, it took ever bit of his will power to not sweatdrop or laugh at Raimon's contribution to their conversation.

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Since I wrote down what Hiruma literally signed, here's a translation for what he meant:

[1]- "Fucking badly's brake is over, send him out to pick up balls. Have the fucking old man punt the balls back to me. Send fucking monkey on break."

The poor Mage, he didn't know what hit him, literally…. Please review!