Chapter 2
It was the morning of the Christmas Bowl, the snow quietly fell from the sky and covered the land in pure white. The match was today and the members all agreed to meet up in the stadium. However, Mamori had other plans. Mamori woke up extra early that day and went to Deimon first.
This was the day when it will all end, the day when all their fighting and training will finally bear fruit and the day when Hiruma will finally step out of his Oxygen capsule.
Doboroku and Hiruma were already there when Mamori arrived. They seemed to be in the middle of a discussion when she opened the door.
"Looks like everyone's here! Now let's get going!" Hiruma said cheerfully as Mamori closed the door behind her.
The capsule opened slowly and for a moment Mamori could sense the dark aura creeping out of the chamber. It felt as if a vampire had awoken from his long slumber and was now ready to terrorize once more.
Hiruma stepped out and breathed in. He filled his lungs with polluted air. Somehow he missed breathing in dirty air with all the taste of pollution in it. He smiled darkly, showing his fangs a bit.
"I'm fucking ready." He whispered as his murderous aura became more and more powerful.
Mamori sighed and walked to him completely ignoring and pushing back the evil aura around him. Doboroku followed her.
"Yes, yes... now sit down for a while." Mamori said as she prepared the sling she'll use on Hiruma.
Doboroku checked his arm by massaging it. Hiruma could feel a slight sting from his coach's touch but it was tolerable now.
"Seems fine to me." The old man said with a stern smile.
Mamori felt relieved and could not help but smile. She was really worried that he wouldn't heal in time but this was Hiruma. For football, he could make any miracle come true.
Doboroku then went out to bring the truck around. They were still early but they did not need to dally any longer. So he left the two in the clubroom since Mamori still needed to put the sling around Hiruma's arm.
Mamori was still preparing the sling as Hiruma just watched her in silence.
"Tch" Hiruma was annoyed. Even if the old man already told them it was all ok the manager was still making that face. He hates that face.
"Stop worrying fucking manager! My arm is ok! Damn it." Hiruma finally shouted, breaking the silence.
Mamori looked up, she could not believe she was still looking worried. "I'm ok. I know you're ok."
Hiruma looked at her and even though she tried to smile she still cannot hide that she was worried for him. He just got even more annoyed.
That was why when she turned to him to put the sling on, he decided to prove to her how much his arm had healed. He embraced her; he stretched out both his arms and enveloped her inside them.
"Hiruma-kun..." Mamori whispered, unsure of what she should say.
Hiruma didn't answer but rather he tightened his embraced even more.
Mamori could feel the strength in his arms. The warm, strong muscles that held her tight were more than proof that he was back in his best condition. He was more than ready to fight.
Mamori closed his eyes.
"I understand... I will stop worrying."
"You fucking should."
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Mamori knows that she is making that face more and more now. The Deimon Devil Bats were away training for the Autumn tournament and Mamori was usually alone or with her friends. She always fears the times she is alone. She can't help but think about Hiruma.
Where is he? What's he doing? No one really knows.
Throughout the summer vacation, Mamori did nothing but worry about Hiruma.
Finally summer vacation is coming to an end and to celebrate this Mamori, Ako and Saya are going out.
The two had noticed that Mamori had been down a lot lately, and every time they went out nothing really changed. Mamori was really happier last year and they knew that. If only they could bring back the days that Mamori was a football manager, they would but since they couldn't this was all they could do.
They are inside a nightclub seated in one of the tables on the second floor balcony where you could see the dance floor from below. The music there isn't as loud as it is downstairs. They are just talking and having fun. They are occassionally dancing but most of the time they are chatting. Mamori is laughing now, trying to push all thoughts of Deimon on the back of her head. She knows what her friends are doing for her and she repays them by having a good time herself.
"I wish summer gets extended... I want to sleep more." Ako says as she sips on her orange juice.
"All you do is sleep. Could you believe her Mamori?" Saya says as she turns to Mamori.
Mamori answers a small, "Yeah..." but is clearly distracted.
Her eyes are on the dancefloor looking at something very familiar to her.
"What are you looking at?" Ako asks looking down as well.
Mamori points at the dance floor, "you see that guy with the dreads?"
"Isn't that a football player? I think I remember him." Saya answers.
"Yes, he is Kongo Agon from Shinryuji Naga. I thought he already changed and is now a serious player..." Mamori whispers.
"Well." Saya starts, "once a bad boy, always a bad boy."
"Didn't you tell us that he and Hiruma-san used to be buddies or something? Maybe he knows where he is..." Ako suggests.
Mamori looks at Ako. She is right indeed but the possibility of Hiruma contacting Agon is slim. The two hate each other.
Mamori ignores the possibility and continues the night. The idea still lingers in her head but she doesn't dare to ask him. Agon is a dangerous man but he just might be her final chance to find Hiruma.
They decided to go home when Ako said that her feet already hurt from all that dancing. Saya and Mamori just laughed at her and agreed that it was getting late.
They are finally outside and waiting for a cab. Upon the arrival of the cab Mamori sees Agon outside, talking in the phone. He is only a few meters away from him, that's why when he mutters the words, "You fucking trash Hiruma" Mamori hears it well.
Her ears are sensitive nowadays, every utterance of his name comes clear to her no matter how far away. Even if she denies it, she is actively looking for him. He can be everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Now that classes will begin once more, she really hopes she will see him there.
Agon is her last chance. He might be the missing piece that can help her find Hiruma. She knows that it is dangerous and almost suicidal, but Hiruma is nothing short of danger. That man is all about being suicidal.
"Mamori, are you coming in?" Saya asks, already inside the cab. Ako looks at Mamori too. They could see her in a dilemma.
Ako looks at the direction where Mamori is looking at and notices the dreadlocks guy. She smiles.
"Just call us when you get home, ok? " Ako says. Mamori looks at her friend and smiles.
"What? What's happening?" Saya asks in confusion.
"I'll explain on the way." Ako says pulling Saya inside the cab.
Ako closes the door and tells the driver to go, leaving Mamori with no other choice but to take a risk.
Mamori breathes and slowly walks to Agon. She puts on her brave determined face.
"Excuse me?" Mamori asks sweetly, "You're Kongo Agon right?"
Agon turns and smiles at the lady but he realizes who it is and instantly turns grim.
"You're looking for him aren't you?"
Mamori continues smiling. She then bows and says, "please if you know something... please tell me..."
Agon sighs. No matter how annoying the Deimon Devil bats are, he can't deny that they had a very beautiful and sexy woman for a manager. He didn't really made any promises to Hiruma and somehow he can see this as a good opportunity to annoy that pointy-eared trash.
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Hiruma is staying in the shower more than he thinks he should. No matter how many times he takes a bath he still feels dirty for some reason. He finally goes out of the shower with nothing but a towel on and sees the naked woman sprawling on his bed. He knows she is the reason why he feels so dirty but he still tortures himself and goes to bed with her.
"Youichi-kun~" the woman's high-pitched voice annoys him.
"Stop calling me that, slut." Hiruma says as he leans on the wall near the window.
He looks at the street below seeing people hurriedly come and go at this love hotel. This is the perfect place to get dirt on people. The moment he sees someone he knows come inside he notes it down in his black notebook.
The woman stands up and walks to him. She then kneels in front of him and takes his towel off. She tosses it to the side and she goes on to lick him.
Hiruma wants to slap her away, he just got out of the shower and now he feels like he wants to go back in.
She sucks on him, then moves her tongue around his balls and surely he didn't want her to stop any more. He just let her do what she does best on him.
Hiruma looks out of the window once more, hoping that it would distract him from the woman feasting on him.
Finally his eyes sparks as he notices someone familiar. However, when he realizes who it was he instinctively push away the woman in front of him.
"Get out." Hiruma says darkly.
"But Youichi-kun~, aren't you enjoying yourself?" She asks.
Hiruma pulls out a gun beside him It is just a revolver, too small for his usual taste,but a gun nonetheless.
"I'm going to fucking shoot your brains out if you don't get out of here in ten seconds... 10..."
The woman opens her eyes wide and hurriedly goes to her clothes. She knows this kid is dangerous and she has seen him shoot his guns without mercy. He is never kidding.
She puts on her clothes on and runs out of the room as Hiruma continues to count.
"5..." Hiruma says as he hears the door close with a loud bang.
He finally puts his gun down and looks out the window once more. She is still there. That hair, that body, that girl... Hiruma will always recognize Mamori even from the fourth floor of a building.
She looks flustered as she walks back and forth in front of the hotel. She obviously wants to go in but she doesn't know if she can. Hiruma watches her in amazement. He never knew she knows how to go to places like these.
His phone finally rang, he flips the phone open and places it on his ear.
"It's you isn't it?" Hiruma knows who was calling even with a glance of the number. He doesn't need to save numbers, he had memorized all of his contacts.
"So she's there! It's a little gift for you trash. Enjoy it." Agon said from the other line.
"Fuck you dreads. You know that all she wants is to bring me back to school... fuck you and your annoying dirty hair."
"Fuck you too! This is not my problem anymore so you be a nice little boy and go to school." Agon then laughs.
Hiruma closes the phone and ends the call in annoyance. He knows that Agon is the last person he could trust but he never thought for once second that he and Mamori will have contact with each other.
He looks outside once more and this time she's not there anymore. He sighs, thinking that she must have gone home but the doorbell of his room ringing tells him otherwise.
"Seriously?!" Hiruma shouts.
Hiruma picks up his underwear and puts it on. He picks up his towel and wraps it around his waist. He walks towards the door and opens it knowing who exactly it is on the other side.
She looks up expectantly as soon as the door opens.
Hiruma's eyes meet hers and in an instant he is taken back in the field with her and the team around him. He feels as though it has been a long time since he feels comfortable, excited and elated.
The rush of the game. The intensity of the battle. The feeling of fighting. Seiing her made him remember all of them. His bones, his heart, his mind can remember all of it without missing any detail. Seeing her, it almost feels like he's home.
True, Hiruma is like running away from home.
'Fuck no.' His mind objects.
Rather than running away from home, he is lost and searching for it. The Deimon Devil Bats is the only place where he belongs and now that it is gone he had been desperately longing for it. He searches, rebels and do things for fun but nothing feels the same. No matter how dangerous the things he does nothing beats the danger of the ticking clock with a lot of points to catch up. No matter who he is with, nothing beats the company of the Deimon Devil Bats members. And, of course, no matter who he goes to bed with, nothing beats the powerful desire he has for this woman in front of him.
Hiruma pulled his lips an almost smiled warmly before changing it into a smirk.
"Were you that worried fucking manager?" He jests.
Mamori cannot answer. She just stood there, her eyes still looking at his. She feels like if she blinks or even tear her eyes away from him he will disappear. She's making that face again, she knows she must look annoying to him now but she doesn't care.
She is worried as hell...
...and Hiruma knows that.
But for the first time, Hiruma isn't annoyed by her worrying.