Epilogue

She woke up.

The sunlight shone upon her eyes and slowly Mamori's eyelids opened. Well rested and feeling great, she was more than ready to take on the highschool entrance exam. She greeted the sun with a smile with the rays seemingly beaming back at her. She felt her heart; she was a bit nervous but her eagerness to get into Deimon overcomed the drums inside her chest.

He woke up.

Tired and a bit grumpy he scowled at the sun. He was still tired from decorating the exam hall with football stuff for Kurita. As he did all that by himself, he finished very late last night... or was it already morning? He cannot really recall. His eyes were still closed as he pulled himself up. The sun shone upon his eyes and he instantly backed away from it. He yawned. He knew he will ace this exam so might as well get it done and over with. He has far too many other things to do.

She woke up.

She was feeling giddy all over. It was her first day of classes and she cannot wait to wear her high school uniform. Due to her excitement she was done an hour before her schedule. Even though her mother told her to chew her food slowly and wait for a while she rushed outside the moment she finished her meal.

She walked towards school with a song in her heart. She was finally in high school and there would be so many things new in her life now. She could not wait to experience it all. Her wide smile fade into a slightly warmer tone when she thought of Sena. Just one more year and she would experience being in high school with him. She clenched her first and looked up. She would have a lot cleaning up to do. She would eradicate everything that is bad and harmful that stand in her way. She would have to make sure the school would be good enough for Sena to go into.

She reached the gate with no one really around. It was too early. She was amused by the thought that she would enjoy the quiet before the hustle began.

But then she heard gunshots from afar. Her head turned to its direction as her feet carried her to its source.

There she saw the noisy guy from the entrance exam. She could not forget the face of someone as attention grabbing as he... and she believed his name was Hiruma Youichi.

He woke up.

The sun was still hiding behind the mountains when he got out of the house. He stretched out his bicycle and rode to school. His gum was his only breakfast so might as well grab something on the way.

He arrived to school in just a few minutes. He hurriedly went to the clubroom and surely enough Kurita was already practicing. He pulled out a smile with a fang slightly showing in between his lips. He could not believe how fucking excited this fucking fatty was. Kurita waved at Hiruma when he saw him.

"Did you even sleep fucking fat ass?"

"Change into your uniform! HURRY!" Kurita said, ignoring the question completely.

Hiruma then continued to walk to the clubroom. He changed and got into his uniform. Before going out of the small clubroom he studied himself in the mirror. There was a fire burning inside of his heart. It was more than excitement. It was more than happiness. It was more than anything he felt before. He knew it was ambition. He would sweep everyone that stood on their path. They would make their dreams come true.

He walked out and practice began.

They only had a few hours before Hiruma noticed that the sun was already getting higher. Just an hour and classes would begin. He looked at Kurita.

"OI! Fucking fatass that's enough practice for today!" He shouted.

"FUNNURABA!" Kurita continued ignoring him again.

Hiruma growled and took out several of his new toys. He then fired them all to Kurita as his best friend danced along the bullets.

"NOW PACK UP FUCKING FATTY!"

He walked towards the bench to pack up his things as well. If he needed to attend classes, might as well the beginning, middle and end, the boring days in between don't really matter.

As he stuffed his helmet inside his bag, he noticed in his peripheral vision someone looking at him. Instantly his eyes went to the source and found a girl standing from afar.

He knew her, as he was still in the process of filling up his blackmail notebook he was just on the people from the same year. Her name was Anezaki Mamori.

She woke up.

She was a little bit tired that morning. The disciplinary committee had to finish late due to reviewing Hiruma's case. Surely there was someone inside he must be controlling. It is beyond her that the committee considered that he wasn't breaking any school rules. Really? Firearms? Blackmails?

She doned her uniform and her committee arm band thinking she was wearing some kind of battle armor. He was asking for a war and she was more willing to face him. This "Hiruma issue" must be put to an end. She could not let Sena go to school next year with a wild demon prancing on the grounds. And besides, this guy was starting to get on her nerve.

He woke up.

He was a little bit tired that morning. The disciplinary committee was still on his tail. He had once more added a few pages on his notebook and even more files on his desk. He had the committee on the palm of his hand... well everyone but her. Because even with all that, he still didn't have dirt on Anezaki. He concluded this morning, in his sleep-deprived state, that the girl must be an angel or a reincarnation of a saint whose job was to torment him.

He stuffed his bag with guns, books and documents. He looked at the mirror and pulled out a menacing grin.

"You wanted a war with me fucking Anezaki?" He talked to himself in the mirror, "You will fucking get it."

He would get what he wanted and he would do whatever he wanted. He would have to have a better team next year with or without the disciplinary committee agreeing to his wishes. If he would have to get dirtier he would, just as long as they could reach their goal. And besides, she was getting on his nerve.

She woke up.

She did not notice that she fell asleep in the committee room. It was already dark outside and everyone had gone home aside from her.

She packed up her things and left. The "Hiruma issue" was now closed and sadly it went according to his plan. All she could do now was to watch in the sideline and protect Sena as much as she could. It was a bit better than she expected and she learned what Hiruma was really on to. If she looked at him in a different angle he might not be as bad as she thought he would be.

She walked the dark school ground. Out of whim she checked out the American football club. It was indeed as shabby and small as she saw from the files. She felt a bit of pity on how sad it must be to lose a season like that. She would not be surprised if they decided to shut the team down completely.

She was surprised however, that upon closer inspection she noticed the light was still on inside. Someone was still here.

She walked silently around and saw the door slightly open. She dared a peek inside.

Hiruma was still there. His back faced the door as his hands typed rapidly on the laptop. His ears were covered with a large headphone as he seemed to be focused on what he was watching and typing.

Mamori saw that he was tired from the way his back was slightly slouched. His helmet was on the table and his bag was on the floor. She could see from his things that he just dropped it when he went inside from practice. He must be doing that since this afternoon.

He tries so hard... and she could not hate him because of that.

He wakes up.

There was a sense of freedom in his morning today. Finally he completely shook off the disciplinary committee. The ecstasy of seeing Anezaki's face when they let him and the Devil Bats off the hook was priceless. He would love to see that face again.

She tried so hard to unlock him. She never bought any of his bullshit and she was defiant until the end. She was a fine teammate if only she wasn't on the other side.

He sees her profile peeking from an envelope on the floor. He picks it up and smiled smugly at the picture, seeing that disappointed face of hers in his mind. Even after all their endless discussions and her chasing him around, he still had nothing on her. She was perfect. The only "thing" he could use was that she was addicted to creampuffs... but what good could that information be? It wasn't like they were close enough that he could constantly tease her about that. He would not go all the way to the main building and to their room to tease her about creampuffs. The last thing he would want to do was to go back to the disciplinary committee room...

...that big room with the long table where they usually discussed about how high and mighty they were compared to the other students. If he could only do it, he would remove every single hypocrite in that committee. He knew only a few would remain, and certainly Anezaki would be there.

He knew about her late nights. Sometimes they would go home at the same time, without her really knowing. He saw her fall asleep inside the room a number of times after reading and compiling reports and complaints after so many reports and complaints.

She works so hard... if only he could have her work that hard under him. He might like her a bit more.

She wakes up.

The coffee fills her nose with a gentle bitter aroma. She smiles knowing that he woke up before her again. She stands up pulling the blanket and wrapping it around her. She walks towards the middle of her apartment and sees Hiruma already on his laptop.

"Good morning." She says, slightly sitting on the table near the laptop.

Hiruma glances towards her. He pushes the laptop aside and pulls her to his lap. He embraces her, sliding his hands underneath the blanket to touch her bare skin.

"Congratulations fucking manager." Hiruma grins.

It is only the seconf half of the year and Mamori is already the manager of the Saikyoudai Wizards. A lot of things had happened and the next thing they knew, the previous manager had to stop going to school for work. With the team being manager-less, Mamori stepped in.

Mamori rests her head on his chest. "You're still not my captain though."

Hiruma cackled. "Wait and see, I'll kick that fucking bird out of the way."

"That is no way to talk about Tori-senpai."

Hiruma clicks his tongue and in one swift move removes the blanket that protected her nakedness.

"Stop talking so fucking fondly about that fucking bird."

Mamori traces his lips smelling the black coffee in his breath.

"You're jealous." She says as a fact. Hiruma just looks away, biting his lips a bit.

Mamori turns to him, spreading her legs and embracing his hips. She pulls his face towards her.

"I know you're not just pouting."

"Of course not. I'm already thinking of how to fucking ruin your moments alone with that fucking bird and how many minutes we need before getting to class."

"Why are you calculating the time we need to get to class?" Mamori asks.

"You don't think that being in this position won't seduce me, fucking manager?" He asks lifting his brow.

Mamori blushes but in an instant Hiruma goes towards her.

He wakes up.

He sees nothing but paper... must have been from his work last night. He turns to his other side and sees the back of the woman he loves. His eyes looks around and notices that it is still dark. He ended up staying at her place again. Although he cannot remember what time they went to bed he can remember everything they did last night. He still cannot believe it sometimes. He is with a woman that loves him as well, he is in a good university and he is also the captain of the football team. He rolls his eyes over all the memories involving the annoying Tori-senpai but in a way he was a good mentor to him.

He snuggles on her back, embraces her and pulls her closer to him. She stirs but keeps sleeping. He smiles, still too early for anything. He then kisses the nape of her neck slightly sniffing the sweet smell of her skin mixed with his. He is still half-asleep but the smooth soft skin under his fingertips wakes him up. The next thing he knew he is sending a trail of kisses down her back while his hands play with her breasts and stomach.

"Good... " she moans, "...morning to you as well..."

Hiruma smiles, she is awake. Good. She flips her over as he goes on top of her facing her abdomen.

"Aren't you going to fucking congratulate me?" He asks.

"Congratulations on finally becoming the captain." Mamori says looking down at Hiruma.

"Too cocky. Not fucking good enough." Hiruma, feeling sly, kisses her violently almost jolting Mamori awake.

"Hiruma!.. too early!" Mamori screams covering her face as she blushes.

Hiruma lifts her leg and places it on top of his shoulder. He then pushes forward, using his fingers to part her lips.

"You were saying?"

"Congratulations..." Mamori gulps, "on becoming …" Mamori places her hands on his head, combing the tangle strands of his blond hair.

"my captain."

Hiruma pulls away and pounces on top of her, keeping her under him.

"After two fucking years... here we are again." Hiruma says.

Mamori smiles as she wipes his lips, "yes. Here we are again. Manager and captain. Back to square one."

"And we'll wreak more havoc than before." The evil mastermind is back again.

"Yes... and I will be there with you all the way." His trusted manager is also beside him once more.

Hiruma then rolls away from her and sits on the side of the bed. "We better go then, practice will be more hellish from now on. That fucking Agon won't see what hit him."

He then sits up and walks towards his things. But Mamori's eyes widen with surprise, she instantly sits up and instinctively grabs his hand.

Hiruma stops seeing Mamori blushing below her bangs.

"Do you think... you could at least..." Mamori's eyes hid even further under her hair, "finish what you were doing?"

"Kekekeke" Hiruma laughs.

Hiruma goes back to bed, happy to oblige, he slowly crawls towards his lady as she goes back until her back feels the wall.

"I thought you'd never ask."

They wake up.

The morning sun greets them with a soft yellowish glow. The specks dust dance on the rays like fairies off to start the day. The distant smell of last night's coffee lingers in the air. The soft hum of the laptops, still on from last night's all-nighter, continues to occupy the room. Their clothes scatter on the floor along with the papers.

Wrapped in each other's arms, well rested even after all that, he looks at her as she looks back at him. It will be a beautiful day again today.

"Good morning."

Author's Notes.

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