[One Shot] This is Halloween
Title: This is Halloween
Rating: T
Word Count: 2,345
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters used here. They belong to their respective owners, namely the creators of Eyeshield 21.
Summary: Mamori went all out on dressing up as Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas, only to have been tricked by her classmates. But Hiruma comes to the rescue with his own special brand of surprise...
Notes: Written for this month's hiruma_x_mamori prompt "Costumes". DO NOT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY. Like, really, the premise of this fic is silly and nonsensical, that I don't know how I managed to write over 2000 words of this rubbish. XD I had moments where I thought I should take this a little more seriously but... nah. Tis Halloween. Tis should be a fun prompt. And so I made this as silly and as random as possible.
Slight crossover with The Nightmare Before Christmas. I remember seeing a fanart long ago of a Jack and Sally version of Hiruma and Mamori. And with the spirit of Halloween, and thanks to the prompt, this was born.
So yeah, I apologize if you end up confused by the end of it all. But I hope you guys do enjoy it somehow!
~*~
Mamori sat by one of the benches, annoyed and ultimately fed up.
It had taken a lot of guts for her to be here at this Halloween eve party held in the outdoor campus of Saikyoudai, especially since she had no intention of coming to begin with. But it was her first year in Saikyoudai, and a few classmates she’d met during lectures insisted that she come along, and that she could join in their theme of dressing up as female characters from animated movies. Despite Mamori patiently explaining to them how busy she was with assignments and football, they persisted, convincing Mamori that her inclusion to their little group would be perfect, and that they really needed someone like her. And naively, half-heartedly admitting to herself it had been a while since she had been to a party, she agreed.
Yet here she was, surrounded by girls dressed up as Disney Princesses with beautiful gowns, while the boys stood smug and confident as Princes. While she…
She was dressed in a torn, patched up dress, with fake stitches across her lips and face and a long red-brown wig that fell to her hips. In the spirit of Halloween, Mamori had donned the look of Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas. She had thought it was the perfect costume, having loved the movie herself, and even checked with the girls who invited her to ensure no one else was doing it. She had worked hard to put the costume together, and it had taken lots of time and practice for her to get her makeup right.
But the moment she stepped into the party, she felt as though someone had stabbed her through the heart. The girls had lied to her. Although this was a Halloween party, there were no vampires, no ghouls, no zombies or demons as she had expected. Just… pretty girls in pretty dresses accessorized with their pretty princes.
Before she could run away, one of her classmates had caught her and pulled her to the middle of the crowd, where reactions to her outfit ranged from disgust to outburst of laughter. “Oh, didn’t I tell you? We’re dressing up as the Disney princesses,” explained one girl. “They’re animated after all.”
“But I told you I was dressing up as Sally!” said Mamori, trying to hide the crack in her voice. Only when she said it did she realize she was the only one who’d told them what her costume was going to be, and she had naively thought they would follow suit. “Why couldn’t you tell me that the theme was Disney?”
“Oh, you told us that? I thought you knew. After all, no one would think of Sally when we mention animated female characters. She’s not even drawn, she’s clay. Definitely not cool,” she replied with a smirk, and they left her standing alone in the middle of the crowd that continued to laugh. She had been tricked and she wasn’t even sure why… Had she done something to make these girls angry? All she wanted was to be nice and friendly to her fellow classmates. And yet this had to happen.
And so here she was, sitting on one of the benches away from the crowd, holding back her tears so as not to ruin the makeup she worked on for hours. She continued to console herself, telling herself that she had merely misjudged these people and she would never make the same mistake again. That she knew who she was, and that she had friends who accepted her.
But most of all, that Sally is an amazing character, even if she isn’t a Disney Princess.
She heard a rustle behind her, and turned to see who it was. She gasped when she saw a man with a skeleton for a head, wearing a torn and frayed tuxedo approach her. “J-Jack?” she muttered.
“Kekeke, my costume can’t be that fucking good, Fucking Manager,” she heard a voice say from beneath the skeleton mask.
“H-Hiruma-kun!” Mamori cried, but no one from the party heard her as the music from the party was still too loud.
Hiruma removed the mask, revealing his sharp toothy grin. “Looks like I’m missing out on a good party.”
“H-how did you know about…?”
“You freaking missed practice to work on this stupid fucking costume,” he replied quite angrily, but his grin remained. “So there was no way I was going to miss this.”
“I guess you were hoping to embarrass me too? Well, you’re too late for that,” said Mamori, sighing as she looked at the party. “This place is for prim and proper princes and princesses. People like us, that seem to be made of clay and are too creepy, will never be welcomed.”
Hiruma gaze swept across the room. “Oh, is that what they say?” he drawled. He then put his skeleton mask back on and grabbed Mamori’s hand.
“Wait, what are you doing? We can’t!” cried Mamori.
“Come on, Sally,” she heard him say under the mask. “Let’s show them you’re a better princess than these fake whores.”
Mamori was so shocked by those words that she didn’t realize he had pulled her to the middle of the dance floor. Everyone was staring at them, shocked, curious, disgusted and slightly amused. Mamori looked around, wondering what was about to happen when she felt Hiruma draw her close to him, his hand on her left hip and his right gripping hers.
The loud, happy music playing earlier faded away to play Sally’s tune instead. There was no singing, but the violins and strings prompted Hiruma and Mamori to sway slowly, in time with the music. The moment enchanted Mamori, who hadn’t expect Hiruma to be a decent dancer. But as her eyes strayed to the crowd, Hiruma pulled her closer and their faces were a blur. “Look at only me, Sally,” she heard him say. She couldn’t see his expression, but she could guess that his devilish grin was on and playful eyes were staring right at her. “You’re mine now, nothing else matters.”
“What…?” she murmured before the music came to an abrupt stop. Hiruma had let her go and turned to look around the crowd.
“Ah, such lovely looking guests we have here!” he shouted, his voice dripping with glee. “All of you with your pretty laces and frocks! Why, such beauty alone should be powerful enough to keep us waking in fear…”
The sound of eerie laughter surrounded the party-goers. The girl who insisted Mamori come, and the one she was now certain was the party organizer, marched towards Hiruma. “Who are you? You’re not welcome here, you filthy looking creature!”
“I’m honoured by your compliment, my lady,” Hiruma replied. “After all, you have such a beautiful party, with such beautiful guests this Halloween Eve that I couldn’t resist being a part of it. Ah, but look at the time… see! It is close to midnight!”
“What are you talking about?” cried the girl, losing her patience. “The party started an hour ago and-”
DING!
There was the sound of a chime, like an old Grandfather’s clock. The guests looked around for the source, some looking at their watches, certain that midnight could not be drawing so near. But the chime continued to ring three times, four, five…
The torches and lights that lit the outdoor campus were going out now, to be replaced by a red, dim glow. The laughter surrounding them was getting louder now. The bell struck six, seven, eight times…
“My dear lady,” Hiruma continued. “Despite how lovely your party is, I can’t help but feel as though something is missing. Something… important,” he said with his face drawn close to the girl, who stared up into his skeleton eyes that looked dark red in the light and cowered at the sight of it.
The bell has now struck, nine times now, ten, eleven…
Mamori could practically feel the glee coming from Hiruma’s voice. “I believe you all have forgotten that…”
DING!
With his arms outstretched, Hiruma announced, “This. Is. Halloween.”
Instantly, Mamori watched as ghouls, demons, monsters, zombies and every sort of dark creature rushed out from the trees and bushes, making strange and creepy noises. They upturned tables, tore down the Princess decorations and terrorized the girls by tugging at their dresses or pulling at laces. The girls little crowns grabbed and passed among what Mamori thought were trolls.
The boys were tackled to the ground by zombies or knocked unconscious by demons. A short but big dog came racing across barking loudly, chasing down a couple of boys who ran as quickly as they could. But one became a victim as the dog bit down his leg and began to chew, ruining his princely robe. In the midst of the chaos, the screams of terror as the guests tried to flee, it occurred to Mamori who these monsters were.
The Deimon Devil Bats.
“S-Sena? Monta?” Mamori called out to the two trolls who were running around her.
“Mamori-nee-chan!” cried Sena. “You recognized me?!”
“MUKYA! Mamori-san! Even with those stitches you’re so pretty!” cried Monta.
“Give me back my crown!” one of the girls cried, chasing after them. Instantly Sena and Monta ran off, laughing gleefully, or maybe frightfully. Mamori wasn’t sure now. She could see Kurita, dressed like an oversized mummy, hanging around the overturned banquet table, picking off food that could still be salvaged and eating it. The Ha-Ha brothers were beating some of the guys up. Yukimitsu, dressed as a mad scientist, attempted to scare some of the guests off and when that failed, Musashi came up behind them looking like Frankenstein, which usually succeeded in scaring them into hiding. Suzuna, dressed as a cheerleader zombie with skates, skated circles around the guests until they were dizzy. Taki had attempted his own version of vampires… by putting sparkles all over himself. Mamori winced as the girls beat him up.
“IMPOSSIBLE!!” she heard Taki cry. “THE GIRLS LOVE SPARKLY MEN!!”
As all this chaos was happening, she heard Hiruma cackle loudly with such joy, Mamori could imagine tears of sheer amusement falling from his eyes. He held Mamori’s shoulder, whispered at her to close her ears, took out a bazooka, aimed it into the air and fired. “YA-HA!” he shouted as the bazooka exploded.
Fireworks cackled and burst into the air, as it took shape to show a skeleton, with a snake slithering out of its jaw. Mamori stood shocked at the sight. “The… Dark Mark?”
That was the final straw. All the guests had run away now, causing the remaining dark creatures to cheer, running towards Mamori. “Mamo-nee!” cried Suzuna as she skated up to hug her.
Mamori was speechless at the sight of all her old team members from Deimon gathered before her. “Suzuna-chan? Everyone? But… why? You’re all from different colleges…”
“We heard a rumour all the way back in Enma!” explained Suzuna. “That there were these girls from Saikyoudai who were really jealous of someone in the American Football team in Saikyoudai!”
“I thought it was a joke,” explained Sena. “But even the boys from one of my classes were talking about it. And then they mentioned they were jealous of a girl in the team and that they were plotting something…”
“We knew it must be you, but none of us knew what the plan was,” said Monta. “Or when it was going to happen, until…”
“Those of us from Takekura Construction work closely with some party caterers and were told about a Princess Party happening in Saikyoudai,” said Musashi. “I didn’t think you’d be in it until these guys from Enma had a friendly match with us Babels recently and told me about these girls and their plot.”
“And so he contacted Hiruma,” said Yukimitsu. “Who then contacted me, and well…”
“The rest is history!” Sena, Suzuna and Monta chimed, grinning happily.
Mamori wasn’t sure how to react to all this information. The fact that there were girls jealous enough of her to do this was definitely heart breaking, but…
The sight of the Devil Bats smiling before her was definitely helping her overcome the heartbreak. “Fucking Fatty!” Hiruma called, removing his mask for a moment. “Stop eating that rubbish! Did you bring the other food?”
Kurita stopped eating the cream cake and turned to look at Komusubi who stood next to him faithfully. “Did you bring your father’s moving truck?” he asked Komusubi. He nodded and rushed towards the truck. He opened the doors to the back where a mountain of fried fast foods, Halloween themed cakes and creampuffs filled the truck. “F-food!”
Everyone else sweat-dropped at the sight, but with a shrug they rushed forward to take some of the food, Suzuna skating along laughing and enjoying herself. Cerberus, who was still now chewing one of the boy's expensive shoes, spat it out and proceeded towards the truck, everyone making sure they were not in his way. Mamori shook her head. “Hijacking another person’s party?” she said to Hiruma.
“You called that fucking princess shit a party?” Hiruma cackled.
Mamori shrugged, but she smiled all the same. It was Halloween after all and despite how pretty it all looked, it did seem out of place. “Why did you gather the Devil Bats?” she asked as she watched everyone enjoying themselves around the truck, and laughing at each other’s costumes. Cerberus began to eat most of the fried food. “It wasn’t necessary to get them involved.”
“Are you kidding me? Only they would be such fucking idiots to get into the spirit of this shit,” said Hiruma. “Besides…” He took out his black book. “This may come up to our advantage in the upcoming games.”
Mamori looked at Hiruma with shock. But she then burst into a fit of giggles. “You never change, Hiruma-kun… always the opportunist.” She looked down at her costume, smiling sadly. At least her efforts with this costume did not go to waste, and despite what had happened earlier, she got to spend time with the old Devil Bats once more.
Then something occurred to her. “Wait, did you dress up to be the Jack to my Sally?”
Hiruma grinned as he put on his mask one more, taking Mamori’s hand and pulling her close to him into a dance stance. “No one messes with The Nightmare Before Christmas…” he hissed under the mask, face drawn close to hers. “Besides, it is plain as anyone can see… we’re simply meant to be.”
Rating: T
Word Count: 2,345
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters used here. They belong to their respective owners, namely the creators of Eyeshield 21.
Summary: Mamori went all out on dressing up as Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas, only to have been tricked by her classmates. But Hiruma comes to the rescue with his own special brand of surprise...
Notes: Written for this month's hiruma_x_mamori prompt "Costumes". DO NOT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY. Like, really, the premise of this fic is silly and nonsensical, that I don't know how I managed to write over 2000 words of this rubbish. XD I had moments where I thought I should take this a little more seriously but... nah. Tis Halloween. Tis should be a fun prompt. And so I made this as silly and as random as possible.
Slight crossover with The Nightmare Before Christmas. I remember seeing a fanart long ago of a Jack and Sally version of Hiruma and Mamori. And with the spirit of Halloween, and thanks to the prompt, this was born.
So yeah, I apologize if you end up confused by the end of it all. But I hope you guys do enjoy it somehow!
~*~
Mamori sat by one of the benches, annoyed and ultimately fed up.
It had taken a lot of guts for her to be here at this Halloween eve party held in the outdoor campus of Saikyoudai, especially since she had no intention of coming to begin with. But it was her first year in Saikyoudai, and a few classmates she’d met during lectures insisted that she come along, and that she could join in their theme of dressing up as female characters from animated movies. Despite Mamori patiently explaining to them how busy she was with assignments and football, they persisted, convincing Mamori that her inclusion to their little group would be perfect, and that they really needed someone like her. And naively, half-heartedly admitting to herself it had been a while since she had been to a party, she agreed.
Yet here she was, surrounded by girls dressed up as Disney Princesses with beautiful gowns, while the boys stood smug and confident as Princes. While she…
She was dressed in a torn, patched up dress, with fake stitches across her lips and face and a long red-brown wig that fell to her hips. In the spirit of Halloween, Mamori had donned the look of Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas. She had thought it was the perfect costume, having loved the movie herself, and even checked with the girls who invited her to ensure no one else was doing it. She had worked hard to put the costume together, and it had taken lots of time and practice for her to get her makeup right.
But the moment she stepped into the party, she felt as though someone had stabbed her through the heart. The girls had lied to her. Although this was a Halloween party, there were no vampires, no ghouls, no zombies or demons as she had expected. Just… pretty girls in pretty dresses accessorized with their pretty princes.
Before she could run away, one of her classmates had caught her and pulled her to the middle of the crowd, where reactions to her outfit ranged from disgust to outburst of laughter. “Oh, didn’t I tell you? We’re dressing up as the Disney princesses,” explained one girl. “They’re animated after all.”
“But I told you I was dressing up as Sally!” said Mamori, trying to hide the crack in her voice. Only when she said it did she realize she was the only one who’d told them what her costume was going to be, and she had naively thought they would follow suit. “Why couldn’t you tell me that the theme was Disney?”
“Oh, you told us that? I thought you knew. After all, no one would think of Sally when we mention animated female characters. She’s not even drawn, she’s clay. Definitely not cool,” she replied with a smirk, and they left her standing alone in the middle of the crowd that continued to laugh. She had been tricked and she wasn’t even sure why… Had she done something to make these girls angry? All she wanted was to be nice and friendly to her fellow classmates. And yet this had to happen.
And so here she was, sitting on one of the benches away from the crowd, holding back her tears so as not to ruin the makeup she worked on for hours. She continued to console herself, telling herself that she had merely misjudged these people and she would never make the same mistake again. That she knew who she was, and that she had friends who accepted her.
But most of all, that Sally is an amazing character, even if she isn’t a Disney Princess.
She heard a rustle behind her, and turned to see who it was. She gasped when she saw a man with a skeleton for a head, wearing a torn and frayed tuxedo approach her. “J-Jack?” she muttered.
“Kekeke, my costume can’t be that fucking good, Fucking Manager,” she heard a voice say from beneath the skeleton mask.
“H-Hiruma-kun!” Mamori cried, but no one from the party heard her as the music from the party was still too loud.
Hiruma removed the mask, revealing his sharp toothy grin. “Looks like I’m missing out on a good party.”
“H-how did you know about…?”
“You freaking missed practice to work on this stupid fucking costume,” he replied quite angrily, but his grin remained. “So there was no way I was going to miss this.”
“I guess you were hoping to embarrass me too? Well, you’re too late for that,” said Mamori, sighing as she looked at the party. “This place is for prim and proper princes and princesses. People like us, that seem to be made of clay and are too creepy, will never be welcomed.”
Hiruma gaze swept across the room. “Oh, is that what they say?” he drawled. He then put his skeleton mask back on and grabbed Mamori’s hand.
“Wait, what are you doing? We can’t!” cried Mamori.
“Come on, Sally,” she heard him say under the mask. “Let’s show them you’re a better princess than these fake whores.”
Mamori was so shocked by those words that she didn’t realize he had pulled her to the middle of the dance floor. Everyone was staring at them, shocked, curious, disgusted and slightly amused. Mamori looked around, wondering what was about to happen when she felt Hiruma draw her close to him, his hand on her left hip and his right gripping hers.
The loud, happy music playing earlier faded away to play Sally’s tune instead. There was no singing, but the violins and strings prompted Hiruma and Mamori to sway slowly, in time with the music. The moment enchanted Mamori, who hadn’t expect Hiruma to be a decent dancer. But as her eyes strayed to the crowd, Hiruma pulled her closer and their faces were a blur. “Look at only me, Sally,” she heard him say. She couldn’t see his expression, but she could guess that his devilish grin was on and playful eyes were staring right at her. “You’re mine now, nothing else matters.”
“What…?” she murmured before the music came to an abrupt stop. Hiruma had let her go and turned to look around the crowd.
“Ah, such lovely looking guests we have here!” he shouted, his voice dripping with glee. “All of you with your pretty laces and frocks! Why, such beauty alone should be powerful enough to keep us waking in fear…”
The sound of eerie laughter surrounded the party-goers. The girl who insisted Mamori come, and the one she was now certain was the party organizer, marched towards Hiruma. “Who are you? You’re not welcome here, you filthy looking creature!”
“I’m honoured by your compliment, my lady,” Hiruma replied. “After all, you have such a beautiful party, with such beautiful guests this Halloween Eve that I couldn’t resist being a part of it. Ah, but look at the time… see! It is close to midnight!”
“What are you talking about?” cried the girl, losing her patience. “The party started an hour ago and-”
DING!
There was the sound of a chime, like an old Grandfather’s clock. The guests looked around for the source, some looking at their watches, certain that midnight could not be drawing so near. But the chime continued to ring three times, four, five…
The torches and lights that lit the outdoor campus were going out now, to be replaced by a red, dim glow. The laughter surrounding them was getting louder now. The bell struck six, seven, eight times…
“My dear lady,” Hiruma continued. “Despite how lovely your party is, I can’t help but feel as though something is missing. Something… important,” he said with his face drawn close to the girl, who stared up into his skeleton eyes that looked dark red in the light and cowered at the sight of it.
The bell has now struck, nine times now, ten, eleven…
Mamori could practically feel the glee coming from Hiruma’s voice. “I believe you all have forgotten that…”
DING!
With his arms outstretched, Hiruma announced, “This. Is. Halloween.”
Instantly, Mamori watched as ghouls, demons, monsters, zombies and every sort of dark creature rushed out from the trees and bushes, making strange and creepy noises. They upturned tables, tore down the Princess decorations and terrorized the girls by tugging at their dresses or pulling at laces. The girls little crowns grabbed and passed among what Mamori thought were trolls.
The boys were tackled to the ground by zombies or knocked unconscious by demons. A short but big dog came racing across barking loudly, chasing down a couple of boys who ran as quickly as they could. But one became a victim as the dog bit down his leg and began to chew, ruining his princely robe. In the midst of the chaos, the screams of terror as the guests tried to flee, it occurred to Mamori who these monsters were.
The Deimon Devil Bats.
“S-Sena? Monta?” Mamori called out to the two trolls who were running around her.
“Mamori-nee-chan!” cried Sena. “You recognized me?!”
“MUKYA! Mamori-san! Even with those stitches you’re so pretty!” cried Monta.
“Give me back my crown!” one of the girls cried, chasing after them. Instantly Sena and Monta ran off, laughing gleefully, or maybe frightfully. Mamori wasn’t sure now. She could see Kurita, dressed like an oversized mummy, hanging around the overturned banquet table, picking off food that could still be salvaged and eating it. The Ha-Ha brothers were beating some of the guys up. Yukimitsu, dressed as a mad scientist, attempted to scare some of the guests off and when that failed, Musashi came up behind them looking like Frankenstein, which usually succeeded in scaring them into hiding. Suzuna, dressed as a cheerleader zombie with skates, skated circles around the guests until they were dizzy. Taki had attempted his own version of vampires… by putting sparkles all over himself. Mamori winced as the girls beat him up.
“IMPOSSIBLE!!” she heard Taki cry. “THE GIRLS LOVE SPARKLY MEN!!”
As all this chaos was happening, she heard Hiruma cackle loudly with such joy, Mamori could imagine tears of sheer amusement falling from his eyes. He held Mamori’s shoulder, whispered at her to close her ears, took out a bazooka, aimed it into the air and fired. “YA-HA!” he shouted as the bazooka exploded.
Fireworks cackled and burst into the air, as it took shape to show a skeleton, with a snake slithering out of its jaw. Mamori stood shocked at the sight. “The… Dark Mark?”
That was the final straw. All the guests had run away now, causing the remaining dark creatures to cheer, running towards Mamori. “Mamo-nee!” cried Suzuna as she skated up to hug her.
Mamori was speechless at the sight of all her old team members from Deimon gathered before her. “Suzuna-chan? Everyone? But… why? You’re all from different colleges…”
“We heard a rumour all the way back in Enma!” explained Suzuna. “That there were these girls from Saikyoudai who were really jealous of someone in the American Football team in Saikyoudai!”
“I thought it was a joke,” explained Sena. “But even the boys from one of my classes were talking about it. And then they mentioned they were jealous of a girl in the team and that they were plotting something…”
“We knew it must be you, but none of us knew what the plan was,” said Monta. “Or when it was going to happen, until…”
“Those of us from Takekura Construction work closely with some party caterers and were told about a Princess Party happening in Saikyoudai,” said Musashi. “I didn’t think you’d be in it until these guys from Enma had a friendly match with us Babels recently and told me about these girls and their plot.”
“And so he contacted Hiruma,” said Yukimitsu. “Who then contacted me, and well…”
“The rest is history!” Sena, Suzuna and Monta chimed, grinning happily.
Mamori wasn’t sure how to react to all this information. The fact that there were girls jealous enough of her to do this was definitely heart breaking, but…
The sight of the Devil Bats smiling before her was definitely helping her overcome the heartbreak. “Fucking Fatty!” Hiruma called, removing his mask for a moment. “Stop eating that rubbish! Did you bring the other food?”
Kurita stopped eating the cream cake and turned to look at Komusubi who stood next to him faithfully. “Did you bring your father’s moving truck?” he asked Komusubi. He nodded and rushed towards the truck. He opened the doors to the back where a mountain of fried fast foods, Halloween themed cakes and creampuffs filled the truck. “F-food!”
Everyone else sweat-dropped at the sight, but with a shrug they rushed forward to take some of the food, Suzuna skating along laughing and enjoying herself. Cerberus, who was still now chewing one of the boy's expensive shoes, spat it out and proceeded towards the truck, everyone making sure they were not in his way. Mamori shook her head. “Hijacking another person’s party?” she said to Hiruma.
“You called that fucking princess shit a party?” Hiruma cackled.
Mamori shrugged, but she smiled all the same. It was Halloween after all and despite how pretty it all looked, it did seem out of place. “Why did you gather the Devil Bats?” she asked as she watched everyone enjoying themselves around the truck, and laughing at each other’s costumes. Cerberus began to eat most of the fried food. “It wasn’t necessary to get them involved.”
“Are you kidding me? Only they would be such fucking idiots to get into the spirit of this shit,” said Hiruma. “Besides…” He took out his black book. “This may come up to our advantage in the upcoming games.”
Mamori looked at Hiruma with shock. But she then burst into a fit of giggles. “You never change, Hiruma-kun… always the opportunist.” She looked down at her costume, smiling sadly. At least her efforts with this costume did not go to waste, and despite what had happened earlier, she got to spend time with the old Devil Bats once more.
Then something occurred to her. “Wait, did you dress up to be the Jack to my Sally?”
Hiruma grinned as he put on his mask one more, taking Mamori’s hand and pulling her close to him into a dance stance. “No one messes with The Nightmare Before Christmas…” he hissed under the mask, face drawn close to hers. “Besides, it is plain as anyone can see… we’re simply meant to be.”