Veteran Advice (part 2), with an OMAKE
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It took thinking about what had been said hard on the airplane when it all finally came together. This thing would work if he and Mamori wanted it to. But only if they both wanted it, which right now they did.
Clifford was right- it really was just that simple.
It would be two days later when he would finally got to speak to Mamori again, in private of course. Their relationship was not public at this time (well besides Clifford knowing, but he wasn’t about to go babbling it out to others so he didn’t really count). Actually it was more Mamori getting an opportunity to speak with him since Hiruma had been doing something when she arrived.
“Here you go.” Mamori set a fresh cup of coffee beside Hiruma. Hiruma ran a tired hand through his hair. Despite the fact he now understood what Clifford had been trying to tell him, the fact that he had to seek out Clifford for that advice in the first place was bothering him.
“What’s wrong?” Mamori asked, biting her lip slightly. She knew Hiruma had been out in America recently. She wasn’t completely sure, but she suspected it might have to do with his nervousness about dating her.
“Fucking big nose is an obnoxious meddler.” Hiruma answered and took a long sip of the warm, black liquid she had prepared for him.
“You and he are very similar.” Mamori observed. “You should have expected that when you sent me his way in the first place.”
“...” Hiruma looked at his cup for a minute. “He’s getting better.”
“It’s not like you’re not getting better either.” Mamori pointed out. “You got me to get him to teach me after all, isn’t that a victory?”
“I don’t want people telling me how to take care of my relationships!” Hiruma snapped.
That was when Mamori saw that Hiruma’s cellphone had just deleted some text from Clifford. Clearly the American had wanted to have some kind of last word.
“Let me guess, take me to the amusement park, win me a toy, make out with me on the Ferris wheel, and walk me home?” Mamori asked.
Hiruma’s silence was enough of an answer.
Mamori wasn’t particularly amused. It was a good idea of a date to her, but it should have been Hiruma’s idea, not one given to him.
“…So,” Hiruma turned his head around suddenly, startling Mamori, “should we spend our day together getting back at the fucking bastard instead?”
“Wh-what do you have in mind?” Mamori asked.
Hiruma held up an image he stole from Clifford’s computer.
“Just a little imagination and Photoshop to this and we can have all sorts of interesting things happen.” Hiruma explained, grinning devilishly.
“Tights.” Mamori announced. “We’ll need him in tights.”
Hiruma’s face lit up in pleasant surprise and supreme satisfaction.
“There’s hope for you yet!” Hiruma exclaimed.
“Let’s get it ready for Valentine’s Day.” Mamori suggested with a bit of mischief in her eyes. “After all, it’s a couple’s day in the United States and it’d be a shame if Clifford wasn’t celebrating it….”
“Oh such a shame!” Hiruma kept on grinning. “I think we’ll have to spend all of our weekends together making it memorable for him-“
“-as thanks for helping us get together.” Mamori finished with a giggle.
Hiruma decided to kiss her for that one. Mamori was satisfied.
When Valentine’s Day rolled around, Clifford arrived at practice to find the locker room covered with the amazing posters of himself iconified as a cupid in pink tights and a tutu with all sorts of sickeningly lovey-dovey motifs in the background and a grand light purple title of ‘quarterback of love’.
Clifford can take a hint. Don’t mess with Hiruma’s love life even if he is traveling across the ocean to harass you about it. Gotcha.
“That ungrateful brat.” Clifford muttered and began to take the posters down. He always got to practice early, so it’s not like the coach was going to see them.
Later he would find out about the e-mails Hiruma sent out and proceed to be highly embarrassed for weeks.
_=_=_Omake_=_=_
“Is it possible for you and your girlfriend to behave in an even remotely normal fashion?!” Clifford ranted into his phone. He was pissed, rightfully so, about this entire affair.
“Nope!” Hiruma happily confirmed on the other end.
“I am never helping either of you again with anything.” Clifford hissed.
“I wasn’t expecting you to, fucking big nose.” Hiruma responded. That had been a bridge he had intentionally burned after all.
“Which is why it’s a damn pity I happen to be in possession of some very adorable pictures of your lady friend when she was a baby.” Clifford picked up the images off his desk and had a look at them. “She was awfully cute back then.”
“Wh-what!?” Hiruma was startled by that.
“These aren’t pictures the Anezakis have either.” Clifford added smugly. “My grandfather took them when she visited- I have the only copies.”
There was a deadly silence on the other side.
“And no- I’m not giving them to you. Nor am I giving her back her first kiss.” Clifford hung up before Hiruma started swearing out his ear.
In truth it hadn’t been a real lip to lip kiss, just a kiss on the cheek a much younger Clifford had put on a much younger Mamori’s cheek. That had most certainly been because the grandparents had requested it “nicely” because both Clifford and Mamori looked like they wanted to be anywhere else doing something else than what was happening in the image. But Hiruma didn’t have to know that and had no means of checking.
Take that hint Hiruma. Don’t be a spiteful bastard about getting help. Clifford bites back.
It took thinking about what had been said hard on the airplane when it all finally came together. This thing would work if he and Mamori wanted it to. But only if they both wanted it, which right now they did.
Clifford was right- it really was just that simple.
It would be two days later when he would finally got to speak to Mamori again, in private of course. Their relationship was not public at this time (well besides Clifford knowing, but he wasn’t about to go babbling it out to others so he didn’t really count). Actually it was more Mamori getting an opportunity to speak with him since Hiruma had been doing something when she arrived.
“Here you go.” Mamori set a fresh cup of coffee beside Hiruma. Hiruma ran a tired hand through his hair. Despite the fact he now understood what Clifford had been trying to tell him, the fact that he had to seek out Clifford for that advice in the first place was bothering him.
“What’s wrong?” Mamori asked, biting her lip slightly. She knew Hiruma had been out in America recently. She wasn’t completely sure, but she suspected it might have to do with his nervousness about dating her.
“Fucking big nose is an obnoxious meddler.” Hiruma answered and took a long sip of the warm, black liquid she had prepared for him.
“You and he are very similar.” Mamori observed. “You should have expected that when you sent me his way in the first place.”
“...” Hiruma looked at his cup for a minute. “He’s getting better.”
“It’s not like you’re not getting better either.” Mamori pointed out. “You got me to get him to teach me after all, isn’t that a victory?”
“I don’t want people telling me how to take care of my relationships!” Hiruma snapped.
That was when Mamori saw that Hiruma’s cellphone had just deleted some text from Clifford. Clearly the American had wanted to have some kind of last word.
“Let me guess, take me to the amusement park, win me a toy, make out with me on the Ferris wheel, and walk me home?” Mamori asked.
Hiruma’s silence was enough of an answer.
Mamori wasn’t particularly amused. It was a good idea of a date to her, but it should have been Hiruma’s idea, not one given to him.
“…So,” Hiruma turned his head around suddenly, startling Mamori, “should we spend our day together getting back at the fucking bastard instead?”
“Wh-what do you have in mind?” Mamori asked.
Hiruma held up an image he stole from Clifford’s computer.
“Just a little imagination and Photoshop to this and we can have all sorts of interesting things happen.” Hiruma explained, grinning devilishly.
“Tights.” Mamori announced. “We’ll need him in tights.”
Hiruma’s face lit up in pleasant surprise and supreme satisfaction.
“There’s hope for you yet!” Hiruma exclaimed.
“Let’s get it ready for Valentine’s Day.” Mamori suggested with a bit of mischief in her eyes. “After all, it’s a couple’s day in the United States and it’d be a shame if Clifford wasn’t celebrating it….”
“Oh such a shame!” Hiruma kept on grinning. “I think we’ll have to spend all of our weekends together making it memorable for him-“
“-as thanks for helping us get together.” Mamori finished with a giggle.
Hiruma decided to kiss her for that one. Mamori was satisfied.
When Valentine’s Day rolled around, Clifford arrived at practice to find the locker room covered with the amazing posters of himself iconified as a cupid in pink tights and a tutu with all sorts of sickeningly lovey-dovey motifs in the background and a grand light purple title of ‘quarterback of love’.
Clifford can take a hint. Don’t mess with Hiruma’s love life even if he is traveling across the ocean to harass you about it. Gotcha.
“That ungrateful brat.” Clifford muttered and began to take the posters down. He always got to practice early, so it’s not like the coach was going to see them.
Later he would find out about the e-mails Hiruma sent out and proceed to be highly embarrassed for weeks.
_=_=_Omake_=_=_
“Is it possible for you and your girlfriend to behave in an even remotely normal fashion?!” Clifford ranted into his phone. He was pissed, rightfully so, about this entire affair.
“Nope!” Hiruma happily confirmed on the other end.
“I am never helping either of you again with anything.” Clifford hissed.
“I wasn’t expecting you to, fucking big nose.” Hiruma responded. That had been a bridge he had intentionally burned after all.
“Which is why it’s a damn pity I happen to be in possession of some very adorable pictures of your lady friend when she was a baby.” Clifford picked up the images off his desk and had a look at them. “She was awfully cute back then.”
“Wh-what!?” Hiruma was startled by that.
“These aren’t pictures the Anezakis have either.” Clifford added smugly. “My grandfather took them when she visited- I have the only copies.”
There was a deadly silence on the other side.
“And no- I’m not giving them to you. Nor am I giving her back her first kiss.” Clifford hung up before Hiruma started swearing out his ear.
In truth it hadn’t been a real lip to lip kiss, just a kiss on the cheek a much younger Clifford had put on a much younger Mamori’s cheek. That had most certainly been because the grandparents had requested it “nicely” because both Clifford and Mamori looked like they wanted to be anywhere else doing something else than what was happening in the image. But Hiruma didn’t have to know that and had no means of checking.
Take that hint Hiruma. Don’t be a spiteful bastard about getting help. Clifford bites back.