Chapter 4

It was the end of the games for that day. The next round would be Seibu versus Hakushuu and Deimon versus Oujo. Everyone was all over the place as they went home. Each with their own little group, they were talking endlessly about the Ballista, Gaou, etc. So many things happened that day.

"Ah, Sena… you can go home before me, I forgot something." Mamori said as she continued to scan her bag. She was taking notes on everything that happened today but for some reason she could not find her notebook.

"Are you sure Mamori nee-san? We could stay and wait for you… we could even help you find it." Sena offered.

"I don't like the idea of leaving a beautiful damsel like you all alone." Monta chimed in, "We can look for it too, help Max!"

Mamori smiled, she didn't want to trouble them at all.

"You two should go home and rest now. Tomorrow's training will be harder than before. Don't worry I'll be fine."

Monta and Sena looked worried as Mamori drifted apart from the group. Monta tried to coax Sena into following her but Sena wasn't sure. Suzuna, witnessing everything even the things happening on the side, rolled towards the two boys and insisted that they should do what Mamori asked.

There was something that Suzuna saw at the corner of her eye. It was obvious the whole day that was why these two idiots mustn't interfere.

Mamori was looking all over her seat. She must have dropped it somewhere but it wasn't anywhere around.

"Looking for this." She then heard a voice from behind.

She looked at the source and saw their lanky quarterback holding her peach notebook delicately in his hand.

Mamori smiled in relief and was about to thank him when she thought of something and pouted. "Did you take that from my bag without asking?"

Hiruma cachinnated, his voice spreading throughout the open field.

"Your notes are fucking amusing as always… but for the sake of all humankind stop drawing your shitty illustrations. They're fucking disturbing."

Mamori pried the notebook from his fingers and was surprised that he let go so easily.

"This is my personal notebook so you don't have the right to judge my art." Mamori said.

"Some fucking piece of art you have there, fucking manager!" He said out loud with laughter.

Mamori stomped away from Hiruma. It was getting late and she should be going now. Hiruma finally stopped laughing and followed her.

Side by side they walked the dim hallway towards the exit. They were silent the whole time, each keeping to their own.

"By the way, don't do that again." Hiruma was the first one to break the dreary silence.

"What? Draw?" Mamori answered, still a bit angry.

Hiruma glared at her, "You know fucking well what I mean…. About that fucking monster! What the hell were you thinking when you fucking tossed yourself in front of him?!"

Mamori remembered and giggled. True, it was a gesture she least expected from Hiruma but she appreciated it all in all.

"That was so brave of you. Thank you for covering Suzuna and I back there." Mamori said with her warmest smile.

Hiruma was taken aback, almost blushing as a response to her warm smile but he pushed it away. "That is not my fucking point."

"Then what is?" Mamori asked, "I was only protecting Suzuna. What did you expect me to do?"

Hiruma let out a low growl vibrating from his throat. He then pushed her to the wall, trapping her inside his arms. Mamori tried to protest but Hiruma punched the wall beside her. The sound, the impact totally immobilized the woman.

"You are not as strong as you think fucking manager." Hiruma said, "Sometimes you can be the fucking victim too."

Mamori's breath shook but it was not because of fear. There was something else behind his words. Once more, Hiruma was being cryptic. If she had not known him, she would not know that this was his way of showing how much he cared. Always in an exaggerated, threatening way… that was how Hiruma Yoichi showed his feelings.

Mamori held his face. Between her palms she could feel his cold face. He had been worrying. He felt real danger back there with Gaou up on the benches looking wildly at everyone. He dropped his pretence and went to her, weapons at the ready. That was probably the first time Mamori was protected by someone; the first time Mamori stood behind a strong confident back like his.

"I'm sorry." She gently answered to his strong stare.

Hiruma leaned and touched her lips with his. The moment he felt her soft sweet lips, he knew she had understood him. He kissed her deeper, his tongue moving and urging her to answer. She responded, acknowledging the intense feeling he had.

Mixed with the thoughts of her getting hurt, with the real fear of seeing her crumpled like a piece of paper under Gaou's monstrous strength, Hiruma felt his desire becoming uncontrollable every second. He tightened his embrace around her and continued to kiss her with more fervour. His hands wandered, wanting every part of her to himself.

Mamori's smile. Mamori's bravery. Mamori. Everything about her. He did not want any of that to be taken away from him. He wanted her more, truly becoming the greedy devil he wanted to portray.

This was more than just passion… for a brief moment he felt like he was going mad.

"Hiru…ma." She breathed, her hands pushing him away only to be held by his strong grip.

"Hiruma." She said, clearer and stronger than the first.

Hiruma finally woke up from the drowning surge of emotions.

He blinked and saw Mamori's tearful eyes.

He looked at her dumbfounded. Her blouse was undone being pulled down at the side with her bra strap and the skin of her shoulders revealed.

Eyes wide, fingers shaking, Hiruma took a step back. Mamori quickly fixed herself as she tried her best to compose herself.

"I-I'm" Hiruma said but before his lips could utter another word Mamori slapped him.

"Jokes have their limits too." Mamori said coldly, "I get it. I can be a victim too. I get it…."

Her voice finally betrayed her, breaking at the end of the sentence. She turned away and ran from him. She didn't even take a single glance back as she exited and called for a cab.

Hiruma stood there stunned.

Hugs and kisses... a touch here and there. That day he learned that those were what she can only handle from him. He regretted everything and drew the line there. If he dared cross the line once more, he was sure that she will bravely reject him again.

xxx

Hiruma was gone the whole first term. Even before the beginning of the spring tournament he had stopped going to class. Over the months that passed his presence became dimmer and dimmer. By the end of summer the devil's powerful grip over the school finally vanished.

Gangs took over the fear that Hiruma left behind. Intimidation, blackmail and force… they used the same weapons that Hiruma once had to conquer the school. These guys were nothing like Hiruma but they had learned by his example and now they were kings.

There was a person that stood in their way though, she was Mamori –the woman who knew that devil himself.

"You guys should stop smoking right now!" Mamori scolds a group of guys loitering around.

It is her daily routine and her mission. Even though she knows she can get hurt she will do everything she can to protect the other students.

Mamori places her foot forward glaring closer to the man leaning on the wall. The guy points at her and laughs looking at his buddies around him. The others laugh as well. Mamori furrows her brows. In a swift move she took the cigarette off the guy's mouth and throws it on the floor. Before he can even respond she is already putting it out.

"You should be more considerate of the other students. Besides, smoking is bad for you health." She says with a triumphant smile.

The guy is now pissed. He had tolerated her for the longest time. The guys behind him cower in fright as they see their leader's anger rising.

"What the fuck you bitch? I've been nice to you because rumors say that you are Hiruma's girlfriend." The guy says.

Mamori blushes slightly. Indeed she had heard these kinds of rumors before but she had ignored all of them. Hiruma always ignored them so why would she react? Also, she thought they would die down if she would just ignore them. However, it seems like there are people who truly believe in that rumor.

Mamori snaps back to reality only to realize the guy's shadow towering over her. She does not have a weapon, not even a single broomstick she can use to defend herself. She lifts her hands ready to protect herself or to slap back.

BANG.

Suddenly the man collapsed on his side, hitting the wall and sliding down. His underlings, with shock in their eyes, are all frozen from where they stand.

Slowly the underlings' eyes travel to Mamori, then to the dark dangerous and devilish aura creeping behind her.

There he is. Spiky hair, pointy ears, bare fangs and all… His eyes gleam as he lifts his hand and points the gun at the nearest guy.

"If you dirtbags already know that she is my girlfriend. Then why the fuck are you pissing her like this?" Hiruma says cocking the gun.

Mamori turns around and instantly Hiruma's eyes shifts to her. That serves as their signal to run for their lives.

"Did you kill him?" Mamori asks looking angry rather than worried.

"No. It's a blank… but he'll be unconscious for a while."

"Are you sure?" Mamori asks, knowing that she had read somewhere before that blanks can still kill people.

"If I'm not sure, you're probably dead by now." Hiruma says with a gleaming leer.

"Always playing the hero. You really don't know how helpless you are fucking manag-… Anezaki."

The morning bell finally rang as if on Hiruma's cue. Hiruma comically looks around and smiles innocently almost copying Sena's smile.

"We'll be late for class Anezaki-san, we better get going." He says in a sickly sweet manner.

Mamori feels disgusted by his act but she follows him as he walks. She looks back and sees the guy slightly waking up and surrounded by his pals now. She wants to apologize to him but she was sure that talking to him might do more damage than good now that Hiruma is here.

She smiles. "He did what he promised."

She then realizes something and with that she covers her mouth in shock. "Did he just confirm the rumors about me being his girlfriend?"

xxx

Mamori finally realized that Hiruma was not really attending class the whole time because only now did she know that he was actually her classmate. Kurita was the happiest when he learned this. The two of them will be together again.

The whole first period was so weird. Everyone was quiet and tense because of his presence. Hiruma sat in the back but his dark malevolent aura spread throughout the class until the front. Mamori pitied the teachers in front. They were having a hard time to teach anything with Hiruma glaring at the back.

The first period passed by, it was during the second period that Hiruma told her his second wish. It was something that Mamori never expected.

Hiruma sat in the back while Mamori was seated in the third row from the front. For him, it was a perfect place where he could observe her. The first period bored him but he was sure he will enjoy the second period.

What was his wish? During their lunch break Hiruma asked Mamori to put a strap-on vibrator telling her that she should survive the whole second period with that on. Mamori was outraged but in the end she took the whole kit and went to the bathroom.

To make it more challenging for the woman, the remote is in Hiruma's hand. Whatever happens to her inside the classroom will be decided by him. It's something that Mamori never expects to hapen, but to Hiruma's surprise she agrees to it all.

The first class of the second period ends with Hiruma not doing anything. He waits for her to get used to that thing just being there. It is already the middle of their second class when he looks at the remote and flicks the power button, sending the signal to the device on Mamori to turn on.

Hiruma snickers when he sees Mamori jolting from her seat. She looks behind her and Hiruma gives his best and most evil smile.

Hiruma continues to watch her as she tries her best to stay calm. He isn't listening to the class at all. He already knows what the teacher is saying so he will just be wasting his time if he pays attention to that.

Hiruma continues to play with the remote in his hand. He researched beforehand about vibrators, how safe they were and which model was the most effective and he chose this one especially for Mamori. Even though he's doing this for his entertainment he wants to make sure she will enjoy the feeling.

Hiruma turns the dial from low to medium and he sees Mamori straightening and clenching her fist. She then puts her hair behind her ear. She must be feeling hot. Hiruma can only imagine how this must feel.

"It feels good, right Anezaki? Don't just ignore it…" Hiruma whispers inside his mind as he stares right at the back of her head.

"Feel it… "

Hiruma finds himself getting turned on a bit. The excitement of being discovered in class and the actual feeling down there must make her heart beat wildly. It is something he wants to know than to just imagine. So he decides to have a peek at her face.

He looks at the front and sees they are already having Math. Perfect. Hiruma raises his hand.

"EH? You? Y-you want to solve this?" The teacher stutters, surprised a lot to see that Hiruma is volunteering.

"Yah fucking baldy. You have a problem with that?" Hiruma threatens.

Hiruma stands up and goes to the board. He solves the whole problem in a matter of seconds and tosses the chalk to the teacher. The bald teacher fumbles as he tries to catch the chalk. Hiruma then turns around and walks back.

"Hiruma that was really fast! Although I know you're really smart but that was fast!" Kurita exclaimed, he just cannot contain how happy he is.

"Fucking fatty. That was really easy!" Hiruma barks back, he too is pretty happy about this. He cannot believe how much he missed this fatty.

The short conversation with Kurita somehow doused the fire inside him only to light up again when he looks at her side. The moment his eyes go to her get got turned on even more. He inhales sharply and exhales silently to calm himself. He walks back to his seat.

She is blushing, trying to hide it with her hands on her cheeks. He can also see beads of sweat forming on her forehead that she profusely wipes with her handkerchief. She bites her lips, shaking when she lets go. Her sparkling eyes go to him and he acknowledges her by raising a brow. She averts his gaze. He continues to walk until he finally arrives in his seat.

He sits down and takes out the remote once more. He doesn't have any regrets in buying that vibrator.

The next class is English.

Hiruma keeps the dial on medium; Mamori seems to be breathing deeply as he sees her shoulders rising, hold and relaxes. Her hands will then go to her thigh as she pulls her skirt down, his eyes followed that hand; she must be pretty wet down there.

Hiruma closes his eyes a bit to calm himself. This is not what he expected to happen. He knows that Mamori will have these reactions because of it but he is surprised to know that he too is having a reaction. Just the thought that she is getting wet from his toy is enough for a chain of naughty thoughts to flow through his head, each with an array of very colourful and delicious details. He can feel his erection with the tightening of his pants.

Hiruma licks his lips feeling his face turning hotter than before.

"Anezaki." The teacher calls, "please read this page out loud."

Hiruma raise his head to see the girl stand up. His eyes instantly go to her skirt, almost expecting to see anything on her thighs. Of course it looks perfectly normal but that is enough to make his heart beat faster. He knows that if he just goes up her skirt he will certainly be drenched by her flowing juices.

He can hear her voice calm cold voice as she reads the passage. Somehow he is impressed on the amount of self-control she can muster to endure such feelings. Hiruma sneers.

He takes out the remote, and turned it to 'high'.

"…from the shallow river and tall… ah!" Mamori squeals in surprise in the middle of reading.

Finally her knees give in. She places her hand on the table to support herself.

"Are you ok? Anezaki?" The teacher asks worryingly.

"I'm…. " She says breathing faster and trying to stop herself to make any weird noise. "ok…"

"You look feverish. You better go to the nurse's office." The teacher orders her.

Mamori nods she also thinks that's a good idea. She needs to lie down or go to the bathroom.

"I'll take her there!" Kurita raises his hand.

"Oh shut the fuck up. It'll take you years to get there!" Hiruma shouts from behind.

He stands up and walks towards the door, opening it with his feet. He then looks at Mamori. His scornful look made her realize that he's waiting for her.

Mamori blinks and slowly nods in agreement. She walks towards him, bowing a bit to the teacher when she passes by. She steps out as Hiruma closes the door behind him.

The whole walk towards the clinic is awkward. No one dare break the silence and they just continue walking. When they get there, both of them noticed that there is no one in the clinic that time. Hiruma then moves to lock the door promising himself to shoot anyone who dare come in from this point.

He turns around seeing Mamori standing quietly in front of him. He pulls his lips into a grin.

"So? Any comments? Fucking ex-manager?" Hiruma teases, "I would take that fucking company down if they made a shitty product that's not suited to your taste…or should I say pleasure?"

Mamori lifts her head and shows him her eyes. That is when Hiruma realizes the agony she must have been in and the amount of self-control she had on herself the whole time. Breathing through her half-open mouth she looks like calling him, desiring him and wanting release.

Hiruma made her wait no longer. He embraces her and kisses her in an instant. He lifts her up and takes her to the nearest bed. He gently places her down and releases her mouth only to take his seat beside her. Hiruma then pulls her skirt up but Mamori stops his hand.

Hiruma remembered. Of course. The night at the love hotel might just be her desperation. This time she is back to normal and now she will continue on rejecting him.

"What the fuck?! I'm just going to…" He realizes that he's shouting at her once more so he calms down and tries again.

"You look horny as fuck, let me help you." Hiruma says.

"It's embarrassing. Don't look… " Mamori says blushing as she pushes her skirt down.

"It's not fucking embarrassing. So just lie down and let me relieve you."

Mamori finally releases her hands and place them to the sides. Hiruma begins by turning the device off. Mamori quivers and relaxes. For a moment she feels numb after all that, but her sense of touch jolts back to life at his touch. He slowly pulls her panties down and took off the straps of the device. Hiruma feels victorious just by seeing the device sparkling and shiny by her wetness. He is turned on by the sight of the device but more so by the supple flesh bare in front of him. He does not hold back any more as he goes in and licks her.

"Hiruma if you do that…I'll…"

"That's exactly what I'm going to fucking do to you… I can see you can't hold it any longer so shut up and let me continue." Hiruma answers.

Mamori then pulls up, pulling her body away from him. Hiruma didn't force her anymore and let her move away. He already knows. He already attends class so there is no point in torturing her anymore. She is just doing the right thing. It is he who was driven mad by his lust and Mamori is becoming his victim once more. He doesn't show it but he knows that she can already see it. Mamori is not a damsel in distress and she had proven that already. Mamori will always face him bravely and he admires that.

He likes how she's being tough and knowing exactly what she wants even though it fucking hurts. Loving her is like hanging from a cliff by holding on to a knife. No matter how much she cuts you, you will still hold on to your dear life because she is the reason why you are saved.

"Of course." Hiruma whispers as he stands up.

"Don't worry. I'll still go to this fucking school… I was only testing you… " Hiruma tries to pull another smile, he really wants to turn this thing around into a joke. He calls upon his other face but simply cannot do it. He has been rejected too much.

But just then her hand pulls on his sleeve and he turns to her once more. Her warm eyes and smile seemingly greets him. She doesn't look angry or disappointed or scared. She looks like she actually doesn't want him to go. With that look in her eyes, Hiruma holds on to her knife tighter than before. He will bleed more but that's just what he wants.

"I don't want it like that Hiruma… can… you… " She blushes and looks away. But she shakes her head and looks back to him.

"It's just that I don't want it like that this time..." Mamori says clearly mustering courage to say these things, "Please… I want you inside me."

The blade of the knife turns into something else and he feels like the cliff is slowly vanishing. He is saved. The angel flew down from heaven and wanted to be with him in hell. Finally it is a 'yes'.