Challenge (Hiruma x Mamori, #1 Look Over Here)
“Hey! Damn manager! Look over here!”
Mamori Anezaki looked up from her Deimon Devilbat’s team roster to see none other then the captain and the quarterback of the team, Youichi Hiruma, shouting at her. Mamori looked to see Hiruma was pointing to something, and she gasped to see Sena lying on the ground, dirty and ruffled. “Sena! Have you been practicing too hard again?” she asked, standing up and going over to the younger boy.
“That’s not what I was talking about, damn manager!” Hiruma growled. “Look over here!” Mamori turned to see Hiruma pointing to a hole in the school yard. “How are we supposed to practice with that there? Fill it up.”
“Sena takes priority over your stupid hole Hiruma,” Mamori remarked, picking up Sena.
“Mamori might be right, Hiruma,” Kurita said, walking over to his demon-like friend. “We can just fill up the hole. Mamori doesn’t have to.”
“It’s not like she’s doing anything,” Hiruma remarked, walking over to Kurita and lowering his voice. “Are you stupid, damn fatty? I want Sena to practice plays, and if he goes off now to change, the damn manager might want to follow him because she’s idle.”
“Hiruma, you are so self-centered!” Mamori snapped, taking Hiruma and Kurita out of their private conversation. “Just get out of your stupid little fantasies that I’m your pet.”
“Don’t worry Mamori!” Monta said, running up to her. “I’ll protect you from Hiru--”
Hiruma shot Monta a “glance from hell” and Monta quickly backed off, obviously scared by the Quarterback’s overwhelming presence. “I-I’m fine Mamori,” Sena said, standing up.
“Sena…be careful, okay?”
“ ‘You’re not my pet’?” Hiruma asked, raising an eyebrow and grinning at Mamori. Mamori turned to him, frowning slightly anxiously. “Last time I checked, you’re the one who’s following my every command. ‘Look over here!’”
Mamori blushed crimson and frowned. “Fine! From now on, I won’t do anything you say!”
“Ya-ha! Please!” Hiruma grinned once again, showing off his sharp canines. “Stop being stupid and get me the fucking roster.”
“Fine!” Mamori huffed and walked over to the bench, only to stop and pause with her hand just over the roster. She turned to Hiruma, who was smiling. “No. Get it yourself.”
Hiruma smirked. “Oh, caught yourself I see. How long can you keep it up?”
“Just watch!” Mamori remarked, picking up her papers and walking away from the schoolyard. “Just you wait Hiruma!”
“Hey damn manager! Look over here!”
Mamori smiled to herself and just kept walking. “What was that Hiruma? I thought you said something.”
Hiruma frowned slightly and Sena and Monta both looked frightened as their demon-like captain looked as the team’s manager strutted away. “Damn manager.”
***
“Hey damn manager, look over here!”
“Look over here, damn manager!”
“Look over here!”
It had been like this for at least three days. Hiruma was constantly pounding Mamori with commands, and Mamori ignored them all. It had gotten to the point where Sena had to issue all the important requests to Mamori, because Hiruma was being given the complete silent treatment.
“Isn’t it weird though?” Monta asked Sena as the two ran laps around the school yard, doing the “laps of hell” as Hiruma called them. “Usually, Hiruma would just break out his threat book and force Mamori into something. That’s what he does with all the other kids at school, right? It’s weird to the max!”
“I-I guess,” Sena said, panting slightly. “But Hiruma might want to settle the score on the terms of the agreement.”
“Since when has Hiruma been so honorable?” Monta asked, raising an eyebrow.
“KEEP RUNNING, DAMN PIPSQUEAKS!” Hiruma screamed, firing an arsenal at the two, making them dodge just barely and sprint off.
“I-I don’t know!” Sena said, trembling slightly. “It’s a little strange, I guess.”
“Maybe it has something to do with Mamori?” Monta asked.
“Mamori?” Sena asked. “M-maybe…but why would Mamori make a difference?”
“MORE RUNNING! YA-HA!”
“AAACKK!”
***
That afternoon, Mamori was walking to the team’s clubhouse, carrying her books and rosters. It had been a good practice day, and she had once again evaded following any sort of orders from Hiruma. “Heh…he’ll give up sooner or later.”
“Hey damn manager, look over here!”
“Hiruma, why are you following me?” Mamori asked, not bothering to turn around. “Trying to catch me off guard?”
“Heh, whatever,” Hiruma grinned, walking next to Mamori. “Why are you going to the clubhouse now?”
“I have to put away these logs,” Mamori said. “Practice ran late, and I didn’t have time to go and put them away.” She paused. “Why are you going to the club house now?”
“Well, that’s easy…” Hiruma said slowly.
Mamori gasped and dropped the logs as she felt Hiruma’s hands grab her arms and pull her close to him, kissing her hard. Mamori didn’t struggle. She was too surprised. The kiss was surprisingly gentle, but Hiruma’s calloused hands closed tightly around her arms, as if he was afraid she would run. They broke and Mamori looked at Hiruma confused. He smirked and raised his fingers to point at his two eyes. “Hey damn manager…look over here.”
Mamori’s eyes were glued to Hiruma’s. She couldn’t look away. She gulped.
Hiruma grinned slightly, still looking at Mamori. “I win.”
“Guess you do.”
***
End!
Mamori Anezaki looked up from her Deimon Devilbat’s team roster to see none other then the captain and the quarterback of the team, Youichi Hiruma, shouting at her. Mamori looked to see Hiruma was pointing to something, and she gasped to see Sena lying on the ground, dirty and ruffled. “Sena! Have you been practicing too hard again?” she asked, standing up and going over to the younger boy.
“That’s not what I was talking about, damn manager!” Hiruma growled. “Look over here!” Mamori turned to see Hiruma pointing to a hole in the school yard. “How are we supposed to practice with that there? Fill it up.”
“Sena takes priority over your stupid hole Hiruma,” Mamori remarked, picking up Sena.
“Mamori might be right, Hiruma,” Kurita said, walking over to his demon-like friend. “We can just fill up the hole. Mamori doesn’t have to.”
“It’s not like she’s doing anything,” Hiruma remarked, walking over to Kurita and lowering his voice. “Are you stupid, damn fatty? I want Sena to practice plays, and if he goes off now to change, the damn manager might want to follow him because she’s idle.”
“Hiruma, you are so self-centered!” Mamori snapped, taking Hiruma and Kurita out of their private conversation. “Just get out of your stupid little fantasies that I’m your pet.”
“Don’t worry Mamori!” Monta said, running up to her. “I’ll protect you from Hiru--”
Hiruma shot Monta a “glance from hell” and Monta quickly backed off, obviously scared by the Quarterback’s overwhelming presence. “I-I’m fine Mamori,” Sena said, standing up.
“Sena…be careful, okay?”
“ ‘You’re not my pet’?” Hiruma asked, raising an eyebrow and grinning at Mamori. Mamori turned to him, frowning slightly anxiously. “Last time I checked, you’re the one who’s following my every command. ‘Look over here!’”
Mamori blushed crimson and frowned. “Fine! From now on, I won’t do anything you say!”
“Ya-ha! Please!” Hiruma grinned once again, showing off his sharp canines. “Stop being stupid and get me the fucking roster.”
“Fine!” Mamori huffed and walked over to the bench, only to stop and pause with her hand just over the roster. She turned to Hiruma, who was smiling. “No. Get it yourself.”
Hiruma smirked. “Oh, caught yourself I see. How long can you keep it up?”
“Just watch!” Mamori remarked, picking up her papers and walking away from the schoolyard. “Just you wait Hiruma!”
“Hey damn manager! Look over here!”
Mamori smiled to herself and just kept walking. “What was that Hiruma? I thought you said something.”
Hiruma frowned slightly and Sena and Monta both looked frightened as their demon-like captain looked as the team’s manager strutted away. “Damn manager.”
***
“Hey damn manager, look over here!”
“Look over here, damn manager!”
“Look over here!”
It had been like this for at least three days. Hiruma was constantly pounding Mamori with commands, and Mamori ignored them all. It had gotten to the point where Sena had to issue all the important requests to Mamori, because Hiruma was being given the complete silent treatment.
“Isn’t it weird though?” Monta asked Sena as the two ran laps around the school yard, doing the “laps of hell” as Hiruma called them. “Usually, Hiruma would just break out his threat book and force Mamori into something. That’s what he does with all the other kids at school, right? It’s weird to the max!”
“I-I guess,” Sena said, panting slightly. “But Hiruma might want to settle the score on the terms of the agreement.”
“Since when has Hiruma been so honorable?” Monta asked, raising an eyebrow.
“KEEP RUNNING, DAMN PIPSQUEAKS!” Hiruma screamed, firing an arsenal at the two, making them dodge just barely and sprint off.
“I-I don’t know!” Sena said, trembling slightly. “It’s a little strange, I guess.”
“Maybe it has something to do with Mamori?” Monta asked.
“Mamori?” Sena asked. “M-maybe…but why would Mamori make a difference?”
“MORE RUNNING! YA-HA!”
“AAACKK!”
***
That afternoon, Mamori was walking to the team’s clubhouse, carrying her books and rosters. It had been a good practice day, and she had once again evaded following any sort of orders from Hiruma. “Heh…he’ll give up sooner or later.”
“Hey damn manager, look over here!”
“Hiruma, why are you following me?” Mamori asked, not bothering to turn around. “Trying to catch me off guard?”
“Heh, whatever,” Hiruma grinned, walking next to Mamori. “Why are you going to the clubhouse now?”
“I have to put away these logs,” Mamori said. “Practice ran late, and I didn’t have time to go and put them away.” She paused. “Why are you going to the club house now?”
“Well, that’s easy…” Hiruma said slowly.
Mamori gasped and dropped the logs as she felt Hiruma’s hands grab her arms and pull her close to him, kissing her hard. Mamori didn’t struggle. She was too surprised. The kiss was surprisingly gentle, but Hiruma’s calloused hands closed tightly around her arms, as if he was afraid she would run. They broke and Mamori looked at Hiruma confused. He smirked and raised his fingers to point at his two eyes. “Hey damn manager…look over here.”
Mamori’s eyes were glued to Hiruma’s. She couldn’t look away. She gulped.
Hiruma grinned slightly, still looking at Mamori. “I win.”
“Guess you do.”
***
End!