To say that Hiruma wanted a quiet place where they could talk is a bit of an underestimation. Mamori could feel now that whatever they are going to talk about today, no one should know.

They were in a white two-storey house near a beach. Even as Mamori gazes out to the beach she could see neither house nor human in sight. From her calculations it took them a good thirty minutes to get here. She is already holding the last box of creampuffs that she took with her from the car. She is using all her self control to stay calm in this situation but even as she does she can still feel a slight tremble here and there. For her, having something on her hand is somehow comforting.

She is alone with Hiruma in a place miles away from any other human contact. Any one from Deimon will surely fear something like this. For them, this could mean that they might never see tomorrow anymore, Hiruma will torture them and throw their bodies to the ocean never to be found again. Mamori had heard these kinds of stories before and now that it feels like she's in one of it she can't help but be frightened as well.

'No. Hiruma-kun will never hurt anyone.' She still trusts him no matter how dubious everything is.

"Ok. I didn't find any bug whatsoever. This place is even more secured than the fucking Whitehouse." Hiruma says, snapping Mamori out of her thoughts.

Mamori is taken aback; she is still standing at the same place where Hiruma left her a few minutes ago.

Hiruma then sits down on a couch and places his feet on top of the small table in front of it.

"Kekeke… are you suddenly fucking scared now? Finally!" Hiruma said in jest as he laughs.

Mamori swallows putting any kind of fear behind her. She places the box on top of the table and sat on a smaller sofa in front of the quarterback.

"So… you needed to discuss something? Is Sena ok? Why do we have to go all the way here?"

"Tch. Asking so many fucking questions at the same time… hey! I didn't plan this just for you to fucking interrogate me!"

"Then why am I here?"

Hiruma breathes quite audibly as he shifts to get something from his inner pocket. He tosses it in front of the table for her to see.

"I found that from the fucking shrimp. I know you did that… you're the only one that can do something like it."

Mamori picks the notebook with concern on her face. Somehow she felt responsible for something horrible that happened to Sena and she can't accept that.

"The fucking Ha-ha brothers helped him… HE'S OK! STOP LOOKING LIKE THAT!" Hiruma says as he instinctively pulls out a large gun. He is about to fire it when Mamori looks up to her with relief on her face.

"He is? Are you sure?" She asks.

Hiruma notices her fingers trembling as she clings to the small notebook. He looks away, "Yeah." He says shortly.

Mamori breathes slowly with a smile. She knows it is futile to hide anything from the devil's eyes but at some point she still hoped that he won't find out. It is because of that stupidity that caused Sena pain. She felt really relieved to know he's fine.

"Yes. I did this. I am only helping Sena… it's unfair for me to suddenly go on dumping everything on him."

'AS IF THAT FUCKING SHRIMP ACTUALLY DOES ANYTHING OF SOME SORT! I do all the work!' Hiruma thought crossing his arms and tapping his foot wildly.

"You do know that you can't do this anymore. You are no longer part of the team and any information regarding Deimon Devil Bats should only stay within its members. Only the manager of Deimon Devil Bats can see those kinds of data." Hiruma says suddenly turning serious.

Mamori looks down, her fingers around the notebook getting tighter, "I know."

"So, are we here to discuss my replacement?" Mamori dares to ask.

Hiruma closes his eyes, "Yes."

Mamori looks up at him once more. Her heartbeat is deafening. Of all the things she is afraid to know, the mention of her replacement must be the most frightening. Someone else will take care of them from now on. Someone else will be there for them, doing the things she lovingly did before. It is painful… even more painful than being kicked out.

"The new Deimon Devil Bats manager will be…" Hiruma opens his eyes and looks straight at her. "Anezaki Mamori"

Mamori pauses for a moment, her mouth hanging open, her eyes widening and her finger loosening grip over the notebook.

The notebook fell down from her fingers, landing with a soft thud over the carpeted floor.

Hiruma bursts out laughing.

"IF YOU COULD ONLY SEE YOUR FACE! YOUR FUCKING FACE!" Hiruma laughs.

Mamori pouts as her cheeks redden. "What is wrong with you? Is this all a big joke?!"

Mamori suddenly stands up in anger, she just wants to stomp her foot down. This is all getting ridiculous… but then again… this is Hiruma.

Hiruma squeezes out a few more laughs and he's done. He looks up at the angry woman with a smile on his face.

"I am serious when kicked you out… and even more serious about getting you back." Hiruma says sitting comfortably once more.

"Are you out of your mind?! " Mamori shouts in outrage. "Do you know how much it affected me?"

"I know." Hiruma says almost rolling his eyes. Somehow he just lets this woman rant, women are such emotional creatures.

"You knew?" A sudden realization suddenly dawns inside Mamori, something she never thought before, now it is clear why he knew about the plan she made with Sena and the notebook, and it embarrasses her that she really trusted him.

"YOU DIDN'T REMOVE THOSE BUGS INSIDE MY ROOM DID YOU?"

Hiruma laughs once more and with that Mamori had enough. She turns around and quickly headed for the door. Hiruma sighs and stood up, not even bothering to take another step.

"I know you cried. I saw you cry." He states simply as it is the truth.

Mamori stops but somehow it is not only her feet that stopped, her body feels like it suddenly froze in place. She could feel her throat tightening. Her hands goes to her chest as if she wants to hold her heart as it beats faster and faster with each second passing by.

"And I saw you work… I saw a kind of determination and passion that I've never seen before. With each page I can feel your heart and soul. With each calculation I saw a kind of person who is not afraid of mistakes and who is sure of what she is doing… with each task I saw how much of a fighter you are… and even if you deny it, it seems like the aggressiveness of this team is showing itself more on you. I cannot deny the fact that you are the best and ONLY person who is suited for the job. "

Hiruma's voice was clear. Each word was selected carefully inside his mind and he enunciated with clarity and sincerity.

"Then why did you kick me out in the first place? Why do you have to do all this… even going to this place… why?"

"I already fucking told you that we needed a quiet place to talk… you do know I'm not the only one who has eyes all over the place? You can't trust anyone!" Hiruma answers still unable to comprehend what the big deal is about finding a secured place.

"What are you so afraid of? Surely we haven't said anything that could destroy the team…"

"Are you fucking serious?" Hiruma raises an eyebrow while still maintaining his voice, "just the existence of that fucking notebook is enough to ruin the Devil Bats until next fucking year! And what if someone finds out about how much I trust you or why I kicked you out in the first place… I'm also doing this for your own fucking good!"

Hiruma tosses his hands in the air, "Damn" he curses.

Mamori breathes, calming herself and trying to subdue her emotions. She is now the manager of Deimon again, she must be professional… but then again…

"Do you know how much I worried about the team… and about you."

Hiruma glares. There it is again. Just when everything is about the Devil Bats, there she goes again stepping inside his personal space. And as he expects, his heart dances upon the knowledge. He actually feels happy with her putting him aside… different from the rest of the team. He is special… to her…

'Don't you dare fucking go there! Not again!'

"Stop just stop." Hiruma shouts. "Now that you are the manager again I order you to stop being like that…" His hands points angrily, waving wildly at her.

"Being what?" Mamori asks confused.

"Being that…" Hiruma pauses.

His breath feels heavy. He can feel his shoulders lifting as he breathes. His heart is aching and craving for something he can't give and it feels heavy. "Stop caring for me. Stop liking me. Don't fucking fall in love with me."

Mamori blushes with the word. It sounds so foreign on his lips but so wonderful. Her heart wanted to leap but at the same time it is crushed. Now that he put the most appropriate word to describe her feelings out in the open like that… what was so wrong about it?

"Why?" She asks, not even caring about what she might feel when she hears the answer. She just wanted to ask.

"Because you're the angelic motherly manager of Deimon Devil Bats… and I'm the devilish villain quarterback…" Hiruma's words feel heavy on his tongue, it is the cold truth that he had known ever since the beginning, "and it's obvious that we won't be able to work with these shitty emotions fucking us up."

"With these emotions?... you're not…."

Hiruma stares right into her blue eyes hoping she will understand how painful it is for him to admit these things. How he needs the whole world to be far far away when he utters these words… no one can know… no one will know…

"Yeah. I love you."

Now someone knows, aside from him. Something that he had been keeping away inside the dark recesses of his brain is finally known to the person that matters most for him.

His gaze is still intense, holding on to her eyes feeling for any kind of reaction from her.

"I don't know when it started but it sure fucked me up…"

Mamori smiles, she knows she mustn't… but she is now smiling. Her heart feels lighter, feels warmer… almost going to burst with an emotion she cannot even begin to describe. She then takes a step forward.

Hiruma notices her moving closer and without even realizing it he feels some kind of fear. "That's why…"

"That's why you shouldn't get too close…" His voice suddenly betraying him with a slight tremble, he coughs to regain himself.

Mamori hears it even if it was only for a little bit, she knows about his feelings and she is happy. She takes another step feeling the soft carpet on her soles. It feels like she is stepping on a cloud… she smiles, she might be truly had become an angel now.

"I will only hurt you. Don't you fucking get it? You will burn." Hiruma continues to warn her.

Mamori can almost imagine it, he is in hell. He is a demon burning in his own world, a very lonely and cruel world. He had been struggling for too long, fighting for too long. She might be in heaven but what kind of heaven is this if she can continuously see the person she cares about burning all alone.

"You're afraid… that's very unlike you." Mamori says, now only a step away from him.

Her gaze still locked into his, Hiruma can feel himself burning once more. Each step tormented him. The constant push and pull inside him goes on again. There is a war within him, a tumultuous, never-ending war with nothing but despair in the end. He will never win. He is the villain.

"You know we can't work like this." Hiruma says.

Mamori places her hand on his chest and Hiruma almost winces with the touch. Her hand is so warm and yet he feels electricity running down his body with the softest touch.

"Don't be scared." Mamori whispers, smiling the sweetest smile at him.

Hiruma finally broke the gaze turning his head away from her warm gaze, "I'm just scared for you."

"Liar… you're scared of being close to me. Why? I won't hurt you."

Her words are gentle as they caress his stone cold heart. He then feels her fingers on his face as she slowly pulls his gaze back to her.

"We can do this… if it's you… if it's us." She says, her voice almost audible.

He can feel her breath on her face. It is warm like he imagined. She smells sweet like he imagined. As he breaks his wall with the slightest nudge he realizes that his imagination had wronged him.

Her lips are softer as he feels it against his. He stretches out his hand holding the girl, making sure she is there and not just another imagination of his. He kisses her and pulls away looking at her with unbelieving eyes. She is there and he can feel there is no turning back.

The next kiss is deeper than before, craving for more. Mamori slides her hands down and embraces him closing more gaps between them. She opens her mouth and his tongue tasted more of her. She kisses him back acknowledging the hunger that she had felt inside her heart.

Hiruma tore his mouth away from her mouth and went to her neck, suckling the flesh he hungered to taste. He slides his hand on her waist, pulls her closer, embraces her tighter and carries her.

She can feel her body being lifted up so she entangles her hand on her neck. She can still feel his mouth on her skin sucking her neck. She felt ticklish but it is a different kind of sensation, it made her quiver and it feels hotter than before. He licks up to her ears and she swears she will explode. But it all felt good.

She didn't even notice how they managed to get upstairs and inside a room. Her eyes were closed the whole time.

She just knows that he lifted her to go somewhere else when she feels her back against something soft. She peeks and sees a bed. They must be inside the bedroom now. She rolls her eyes to close as she feels his hungry mouth on hers once more. She surrenders everything to him with his weight on top of her.

Hiruma loosens the ribbon of her uniform, slowly pulling it away. Hearing the soft fabric running through the uniform made him feel even more excited. Everything suddenly feels hotter. He took off his jacket too and shakes his hand free of them. He then continues to work on her clothes, he smiles against her lips,

"It's getting warmer isn't it fucking manager?" Hiruma says almost surprised by his panting.

Mamori blushes and looks away. Hiruma shook his head a bit, 'Too damn cute! STOP BEING FUCKING HOT!'

Hiruma captures her lips once more as he feels Mamori fidgeting with the buttons of his shirt. He smiles again when she completely opens his shirt, he takes it off and tosses it somewhere.

Mamori's head feels blurry being lost and intoxicated with Hiruma's scent, touch and kisses. There's so many things that she can't handle, so many things she can never imagine.

She can feel his hands going up her breast feeling them as gently as he could, he might be ravishing her but Mamori can feel he's still trying his best to contain his strength. Mamori arches up, and unclips her bra from behind finally letting Hiruma do as he pleases.

Hiruma smirks at her before trailing kisses down her neck to her chest and finally to her nipples. He suckled on it. She trembles in delight with his hand massaging one and his mouth lavishing on the other. He licks one while his finger rolls around the other. Mamori's head cannot even catch up with the sensation. It felt wonderful to even think about it.

Hiruma can feel himself pushing against his pants. His head is pounding and wants to devour every inch of her. Her moans reverbs inside his being drowning him in sweet euphoria.

"I can't hold it any longer…" Hiruma says in between breaths.

Mamori hold his face and smiles at him. "Go ahead. Trust me." Her eyes still burning with passion that made him believe her.

He tore away from her, unzips his pants and pulls himself out. He looked hungrier than before feeling himself hard on his hands. He looks at her as he pushes her underwear aside.

"Have you ever got yourself this wet before?" Hiruma teases.

Mamori pouts but even before she speaks she suddenly feels him sliding easily inside her. She got surprised a bit taking in a sensation completely new to her. Hiruma lowers himself and kisses the side of her eyes.

"If I were to burn you… " Hiruma whispers cautious if he really did the right choice, if she is truly the girl that will be brave enough to stand by his side...strong enough to be loved by the devil himself.

"I would gladly burn for you… only for you… "

"Hell yes! Now that's my girl." He says happily.

Hiruma lifts one of her legs and slides himself completely inside her. He can feel every inch of him being sucked further and further into the deepest pleasures of Anezaki Mamori.

He starts slow and careful, slowly increasing as she tightens around him. She moans and screams as she grabs the sheets.

"Hiruma-kun!" She calls for him, she too wants more.

This is something she can never imagine. This aggressive, passionate man embracing her, entering her, consuming her as much as he wants is something that she can never create in her head.

The imaginary Hiruma is gentle, barely touching her and tickling her down to the core.

But the real Hiruma is rough and a bit proud, wanting to show her how much pleasure he can give if she is with him. And she loved it, it is beyond her expectation. Being like this made her feel even more that he's real. She craves for his every thrust, she longs to feel him inside her to grip him and to never let go.

Mamori flings her arms around him holding on to him as he rocks. She can hear the bed and can feel it moving along their rhythm… but it could be just her, for now nothing matters but this passionate love coming from the both of them.

Mamori places her lips on his shoulder only to bite him with the sudden wave emanating from her body. It gushes and flows to him. He can feel it and now he knows that he had become that man, the man that will teach her these kinds of pleasure.

Hiruma curses, pulling himself out of her before releasing all over her stomach. He pulses and throbs and finally he collapses, rolling beside her.

With a sudden burst of pleasure, he had finally reconciled with his inner thoughts. Hiruma stares at the ceiling with his chest rising and falling with each breath. He cannot believe how wonderful it was to make love with her. He used to be someone that only watches from afar. Someone who can only imagine being with her. Someone who can only think of her but never touch her. Someone who can admire her but never fall in love with her. Now all those walls have been broken with just a kiss, with just a touch...

He turns his head and looks at her, she is still trying to catch her breath. There is a small smile playing on her lips. She too enjoyed it even more than she thought she would.

Hiruma feels lighter now. Something he never thought he would feel. 'So this is how it feels like... to be the hero who gets the girl in the end.'

"Go…ladies first…" Hiruma says her eyes from her to a nearby door. He starts heaving trying his best to recover faster.

She notices that it is a bathroom. She stands up noticing how limp her legs were.

"Are you ok?" Hiruma suddenly sits up.

Smiling, Mamori sits at the edge of the bed and walks towards the bathroom. Hiruma can see her legs shaking with her hands holding on the wall for support. Hiruma stands up, goes to the bathroom and goes out with a damp towel on hand.

He kneels on one foot and starts cleaning her. He smiles; even with his smell all over her, the scent of the sweet creampuff still overpowers everything.

He lifts her up and places her gently to the bed. He pulls the blanket over them as he slides beside her.

Mamori rests on his chest as a hand crosses his body.

"Hiruma-kun…" Mamori whispers, her eyes slowly fluttering.

"Hmm?" His voice vibrating until his chest.

"I'll just close my eyes for a while then I need to go home… I'll also finish that one… last box of creammuffs…" Mamori mutters the last part of her sentence almost mumbled.

"Stop caring about those fucking trivial things… tomorrow's fucking Saturday."

"Yeah… you're… you're right." Mamori then gave out a small yawn.

Hiruma chuckles seeing how tired she already is, "Go the fuck to sleep." He says in a voice surprisingly gentle.

"Ok…" Mamori then whispers again, "Nee, do you believe me now?"

Hiruma slightly nods. "Yeah. I think we can do it. We can manage our personal lives and the team… if it's us."

Hiruma looks at her sleeping form, she looks just lovely and perfect beside him.

Mamori giggles, "I told you so."

Hiruma pushes and stores away another thought but this time it isn't because he doesn't want to think about it. This time it is different. He looks at her and wants to capture this moment in his memory forever keeping it and storing it deep within his subconscious so that the next time he worries he will remember that he should never underestimate his manager.