Chapter 14

Hiruma brushed off a cherry blossom petal from his shoulders. It was already the middle of spring and yet there are still stray cherry blossoms falling from nowhere.

Hiruma was feeling good today. It was just the beginning of the season but good things are coming his way without him really lifting a finger. He just gained another minion. She was not only another substitute or another slave; she was the goddess of Deimon. The woman who can turn heads in the hallway as she walks and the woman who could have any teacher's approval on the palm of her hands willingly joined his team. He was not really sure about having a manager before, since he did not know anyone who could ever fill such a big responsibility but now he was sure that she was the most suitable one of all.

The moment she joined he had to cook up a new set of plans. He was planning to utilize her very existence for the betterment of the team. She may be a newbie to his world but he could manage. Even the shrimp knew nothing about the sports aside from running with the ball, but hey they still won against the Cupids.

He saw that Mamori's kindness was her weakest spot. She was known to be kind-hearted and considerate but most of all she was known to be Kobayakawa Sena's guardian. It was hitting two birds with one stone. All he needed to do was to put Sena as bait and keep her in the dark about Eyeshield 21. If he could go through with such a plan he could have an ace up his sleeve and a manager on the side.

Easy?

However, as he also thought, this one might prove herself to be a bit problematic. She was in the discipline committee and those people were his natural enemies. He had to blackmail a lot of them just to keep them on a leash. She would be an easy victim as well if she was a pushover. But she wasn't. She had the wits that could catch up to him and the courage to do so. It would take him a little more effort to manipulate her but the results might be worth it.

Hiruma looked up front, realizing he had already arrived at the clubroom earlier than he anticipated. He paused as he got to the door.

"Heh, I don't really have to mingle with her outside of the fucking team." He said rather audibly to himself.

A problematic woman like her. The storm that could ruin his plans. The irregular variable. He didn't need to. He did not want to.

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With a bouquet in her hand, Mamori rushes to the clubroom. She just managed to finish all the picture-taking, crying and hugging with all the people she had encountered during her whole highschool life. There were still more to do but she just needs to get away now.

She is grateful for all the friends she had met and everyone who had helped her. She really enjoyed her life here in Deimon. However, the most important person for her right now was nowhere to be found. She had not seen him throughout the whole graduation ceremony and even after that.

She knew he had graduated and that it was ok for him to not be there but she was still a bit worried.

Flustered, she arrives at the clubroom but he isn't there. Good thing she knows where else to find him.

She goes out and looks at the ground. She tries to look for a small handle on the ground. She knows it should just be around here.

Finally she finds it. A small metal handle hides in the grass, but upon closer inspection you could discern the patch of grass protruding and forming a circle. She goes down, putting aside the things she has been carrying and knocks.

There is no answer.

Then the entrance opens, revealing the smirking face of her beloved devil.

"Hey, what fucking took you so long?"

Hiruma leaves the entrance open as he climbs down, seeing this Mamori climbs down the ladder taking her things with her before she closes the lid.

This is Hiruma's secret bunker and weapons silo. Being the one who planned and made it, Hiruma and Musashi were the first ones to know about its existence. Kurita learned about it only after it was done and Mamori had learned about this just recently. It was Hiruma's secret and most valued project. The place where most of Hiruma's larger artillery are safely stored... or were stored… for as it looks like to her Hiruma had already moved everything out. The place that used to be filled with various dangerous weapons of destruction is now almost empty with nothing but a table with his laptop and a chair.

"Why weren't you in the ceremony?" Mamori pouts placing her things on the table near his laptop.

"Do I fucking have to?" Hiruma raises his eyebrow, "I graduated with flying colors anyway."

Mamori sighs. She somehow knew that he will say that and yet she has not prepared an answer to it.

"So, are you here to take my fucking second button or something?"

Mamori giggles. "Do you want me to?"

Hiruma rolls his eyes and prepares to remove the button of his uniform, but Mamori walks closer to him and stops his hand.

"Rather than that... can I have something else instead?" Mamori asks.

Hiruma eyes her carefully.

"I never really knew you inside class. Aside from the fact that you don't attend class that much, we were teammates more than we were classmates." Mamori explains, "So instead of giving me something from your school uniform... can I have one of your Devil Bats uniform?"

Hiruma snorts and laughs, "You're the only one who can say something as fucking cheesy at that with a fucking straight face. Kekekeke. I'll give it to you in one condition."

Mamori lit up, her eyes sparkle letting Hiruma know that she really wants this. Thus, makes it too easy for him. He already has the shirt with him in his bag; they don't even have to go back above ground to get it. It is just so easy for him to give it to her and make her happy. But where is the fun in that?

The condition is that she will wear the shirt right now. Only the shirt. Not too surprisingly she agrees... surprisingly, she gets a bit embarrassed. So in just a few moments she finally gets what she asks for.

"It looks fucking good on you." Hiruma assures checking the beauty in front of him.

Hiruma is just enjoying the flushed Mamori. His eyes are pleased in whatever direction he lays his eyes on her. He can see her nipples from beneath the fabric, the back of the shirt pulling up with the hem stopping just below her ass, and the red fabric stretching as it tries to envelop her breasts and waist.

Hiruma licks his lips a bit, feeling a little devilish at the sight of the delicious woman in front of him.

With nothing underneath, the large shirt can only provide too little comfort. She needs to pull in front and at the back to cover herself because even with that much fabric it fails to cover her body. Mamori blushes even more. She sits on the chair, her legs tightly close and her hands pulling in a futile attempt to be decent.

"When can I change back... what if Musashi or Kurita comes here?" Mamori blushes.

"Kekekeke. They thought I already left. I'll meet up with them at the party tonight." Hiruma answers.

Mamori suddenly looks worried. She almost forgot the Devil Bats party tonight for the third years.

Hiruma just laughs at her, "Don't fucking worry. You can change back once I'm fucking done here."

Hiruma goes to the table and looks at his laptop. Mamori follows him with her eyes, "What are you doing?"

"Fucking preparations. I need to make sure all the stuff here was transported safely to my new hideout. Kekekeke. I can't have my fucking missiles hiding here when I'm gone." Hiruma answers cheerfully.

Mamori looks down. She bites her lips and looks back at him.

"Hiruma-kun... about that... we still have not talked about where we'll be after highschool." The anxious look in her eyes got his attention.

Hiruma sighs. Such a beauty should not be tainted by sadness especially when he knows there is nothing she should be worried about.

Hiruma goes to her, towering over her as she looks up at him with soft eyes. He slowly bends down; their eyes still lock at each other as he goes. He kisses her knees as his hands caress her from her waist down to her thighs. Mamori shivers as she turns red in an instant.

"You do know." Hiruma starts, "I already fucking know where you are going?"

Mamori catches her words of protest and surprise, of course he knows. He knows everything. Has she not learned anything throughout the whole time they knew each other? There is nothing one can hide from him.

Mamori touches his face. He snuggles to her palm and plants a kiss on her wrists. His hand then stretches out to her and rests on her lap where he plays on the borderline between the hem of his shirt and the raw of her skin.

"This fucking uniform was everything to me." He says, sliding his fingers on top of the shirt.

His touch sears through the fabric making Mamori feel hot. The hindrance in his touch just makes her crave for more.

"Seeing you wear it like this fucking turns me on. You have no fucking idea." His voice brushes low to almost a growl. His eyes are piercing her as he looks at her with intensity that burns even more than his touch.

Mamori supresses a moan, "Pervert."

"Kekeke." Hiruma just cackles. He already knows he is a pervert; she doesn't have to say it out loud.

"Do you remember the fucking deal we had? For me to fucking go to school."

Mamori nods as she recalls, "but I thought we had already used your three wishes."

"Tsk tsk tsk. I still have one more." Hiruma corrects.

Mamori gulps. She is already in this state, bare and blushing in front of him, with her skin wanting more. What else could he ask now?

She braces herself and asks, "What do you want me do for your final wish?"

Hiruma gives a toothy smile, a wide smile that gives off a dark menacing aura. Mamori can feel the darkness surrounds her… engulfing her. She grips the side of the chair and closes her thighs even more. The darker his smile gets the tighter she grips. This is the man she chose to love; she has to be prepared for anything.

During the whole challenge, Hiruma had requested the most absurd and humiliating of things. Things she never dare to do if not for him. Somehow, she has forgotten about it due to the fact that in the end the things he wants were the same things as what she needs. He was her firsts in a lot of things and somehow it felt like she would never experience those things if it was any other man. His perversion rubs off in her and silently she confesses that she too has become a victim of her lust for him.

She gulps again. "I'm ready." She declares.

Suddenly the darkness vanishes with a pop. Hiruma's toothy devil of a smile instantly disappears. Mamori blinks seemingly hesitant to believe his face slowly becoming serious.

The mask of pretension, of the devil character he created, removes itself from his face where the real Hiruma lies underneath. He is a man, a simple man with big dreams and many plans. He is a brilliant man who just wants to enjoy playing the game of football and of life. He is a cunning man who can take his emotions and hide them deep inside the intimidating persona he needed to create.

Hiruma is still kneeling as he takes out her hand. He brings them to his lips and slowly he looks at her.

"I wish for you to be with me after highschool." Hiruma says, "I wish for you to be the manager in my new team, to be my partner in crime as I fucking crush everyone in our path."

He looks at the uniform tenderly, how it looks so distant and different when on her as if he has not spent a lot of battles clad in this bright red armour.

"You can have this fucking uniform." It is his way of saying goodbye, "but when I wear the new one I want you to be there with me." It is his way of saying hello.

He grins. "I wish for you to share my dreams as well as we create the master plan of our fucking future. I wish for you to be with me always from now on until I draw my fucking last breath."

Hiruma breathes and looks away, a blush creeping on his face. He quickly pulls his hand from her and covers his cheeks with the back of his hand.

Mamori smiles and took his hand. He cannot say cheesy things like that with a straight face.

"You don't have to wish for that. I'm accepting it, with or without that deal. If you want me to, I will be with you. I will cook up plans with you. I'll stay overnight if we have to. You can count on me to get things done."

Mamori pulls back the tears welling up in her eyes, "I'll be walking with you wherever you want to go. And even as we reach the end of the horizon, I'll follow you to hell and back."

Hiruma kisses her hand. It is a proposal. To be with him during the next stage of their lives, Mamori continues to swallow down the tears and keeps her voice calm. She wants to be able to talk to him clearly without sobbing.

"I'm going to Saikyoudai..." She states.

Hiruma bares his fangs, "and we'll be joining the Wizards."

Mamori is unable to hold it down any longer. He looks like an eager child that is excited for the start of the school year. She had been worrying about their future the whole time that she had forgotten that Hiruma might be thinking the same and she is so stupid to think that Hiruma won't be a step… no… a mile ahead of her already.

"You planned this?" Mamori asks tears streaming down her face.

"Of course I fucking did. The new underground silo even has two fucking missiles now." He looks excited.

Mamori jumps towards him, knocking him down on the floor as she embraces him. She buries her face on his chest. She cries happy tears as Hiruma embraces her back.

"I can't wait to see it." She exclaims.

Hiruma then rolls around, pinning Mamori down. He lifts himself with one arm to get a good look at her. He brushes the tears away and kisses the side of her eyes. She looks back at him, eyes twinkling with tears.

He can feel the small dainty creature below him. He can feel her smooth legs shifting into a comfortable position with his leg in between them. Her soft chest pushes onto his body as she breathes. Under his weight with nothing but his old uniform on, he can feel himself weakening with the temptation. His mind is nothing but the thoughts of her, a mix of lust and love, of ravaging her and protecting her.

"I have to fucking remind you that the enemies we'll be facing are fucking stronger. We will be fucking busy." He says, checking that his breathing is still normal.

Mamori nods enthusiastically with a small, "um"

"So you have to fucking stop tempting me."

"But I'm not-"

Hiruma growls in annoyance. He will have to call in late for that Devil Bats party, because he cannot contain his inner demon any longer. He captures her mouth, entwining her tongue with his, so as not to hear her prove her denseness.

He lets her go and rests his head on her chest.

"I fucking told you. You have no idea how you are turning me on right now." He breathes against her skin.

"Then we have to do something about that, won't we?" Mamori answers.

Hiruma smirks. This woman is really the only one for him.

Before, he never really thought that she would be anything else outside of her role as a manager. He would only talk to her inside the confines of the team and that kind of relationship was all that meant to him. However towards a span of two years he realized that she can be not only his manager inside the team; she can also be his partner for a longer time. The person he had been looking for all his life was finally with him, with no Sena as bait and no devious plan to manipulate or trick her.

He did not really plan for this. He just wanted to win the Christmas Bowl with Musashi and Kurita. He had not seen her coming. She was the storm that could easily ruin or improve his plans. She was the irregular variable.

But even if she was an unexpected turn, looking at it now, he could have not chosen a better path. That was the perfect plan. That was the best way to end his high school life.