Author's Note: Happy New Year! Things are going to be picking up their pace now.

The Story So Far: Hiruma is a half-Succubus that is currently in denial about his heritage (despite his real mother, Lotem, telling him otherwise). Right now Musashi, Mamori, and Kurita are working together to protect Hiruma from various magical governments known as Elders.

Hidden

By: Bar-Ohki

Chapter 12: Revealed Hunters

Mamori approached the table where Kurita was sitting. Musashi and Hiruma were nowhere to be found in the crowed cafeteria. She set down her tray and looked are Kurita curiously.

"Hiruma had a very… unsettling experience this morning," Kurita told her in a hushed tone, "he's unwinding on the roof with Musashi."

Mamori nodded. "Where should we talk?"

"Outside." Kurita told her as he finished the last of his food. Mamori quickly finished her meal and followed the lineman outside. They stopped on the edge of the deserted football field.

"…You said Hiruma-kun isn't human." Mamori really wanted Kurita to deny her.

"He's a half-Succubus," Kurita told her gently, "…he wasn't told about it until recently."

"Hiruma-kun didn't know about it?" Mamori's eyes widened in surprise.

"He's in denial right now." Kurita muttered, glancing at the roof where Hiruma was glaring out at the city in general.

"...I've heard about the half-Succubus being born." Mamori said after a while. "I just never imagined it would be Hiruma of all people."

"All the Councils want to use him for personal agendas it seems…." Kurita sighed. "He's got Hunters after him."

"Hunters!?" Mamori gasped. Suddenly there was a small knife pressed against her throat.

"That's right, Hunters." A sly voice from behind told her. "So why don't you tell me about my prey, missy?"

Kurita found himself under the power of a spell that held him in place. The lineman struggled vainly against an unseen opponent.

"…Hiruma is a good quarterback." Mamori told the man while she gathered her magic, preparing a spell.

"You're his manager and trusted friend, I know you know more missy." The Hunter hissed in Mamori's ear. "Perhaps you need a little incentive…."

Kurita gasped when he felt a sudden pain in his gut. Mamori's eyes got wide, they were in trouble.

-on the roof-

Musashi was standing next to Hiruma on the roof, both said nothing as they looked out at the city beyond. Hiruma had been in a foul mood since the woman had shown up that morning. Musashi looked down, knowing that if Hiruma wasn't going to talk, it was really upsetting him.

"What the hell!?" Musashi muttered when he saw the situation unfolding. Beside him, Hiruma glanced down and saw what the kicker had been talking about. Neither said anything when Kurita dubbed over in pain.

"…What did that man do?" Hiruma muttered, his eyes narrowing. "He didn't move."

Musashi looked closely at the purple suit the man was wearing. "…It was magic I think."

"How much of that woman's crap did you hear?" Hiruma demanded quietly.

"…Not much, but I do know men in purple suits like that one have been after your hide for the past couple weeks." Musashi answered, startling Hiruma.

"I see." Hiruma pulled out his shot gun and aimed it at the man's head.

"Rubber bullets?" Muashi found himself slightly obligated to ask.

"Yeah." Hiruma pulled the trigger and shot the unsuspecting Hunter in the head. He dropped his knife as he fell over, unconscious. Kurita shot forward and pulled the man off Mamori. Both looked up to see Hiruma and Musashi staring down at them from the roof.

"Tell me everything you know old man." Hiruma ordered Musashi as he looked down at the other two.

"…You should talk to Kurita, he actually understands this shit." Musashi suggested.

"Fatty's not up here." Hiruma pointed out.

"No, he's not." Another voice said from behind them.

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And I leave you at that.