The man of her dreams: Chapter 4 - Party Prelude
I like this chapter better than the last one. Don't know why.
title: The man of her dreams
rated: T
summary: In their third year Mamori suddenly finds herself being soppy on a new student. Meanwhile Hiruma has work to do in America. How will he react when he returns?
Party Prelude
Unmotivated, Mamori turned around and regarded herself in her life-sized mirror. Her blue dress from last Hanami still looked good on her but she was not content with her outfit. She sighed. It was half past seven and she should get ready for the party but she did not feel like going there anymore. The dark red dress she had planned to wear was hanging on a hanger at her wardrobe. She had bought it to attract attention, to attract Sakamoto’s attention, but now she rather wanted to hide instead. The encounter with the former quarterback had left her feel aggrieved and she was still not over it.
“Stop thinking about that jerk!” she commanded herself heatedly.
The ringing phone made her jolt. ‘It can’t possibly be…him?’ she thought, her heart beating madly. Nervously, she picked up the receiver and tensed. If it was him then it would make her feel even worse than before. Hiruma wouldn’t apologize to her. He would only call her to give her instructions for something.
“Hello, Mamori speaking” she said reluctantly.
“Hello Mamo-ne” Suzuna said. She sounded very nervous.
Mamori sighed in relief.
“Hello Suzuna, what’s up?”
“I need your help! Sena will be here in 30minutes and I don’t know what to wear!”
“But we bought our dresses together…” Mamori said, half wondering if something had happened to her dress. “If it ripped, I can sew it in a minute. I can-“
“Nooo, it hasn’t ripped… it’s just… you know… maybe it shows too much cleavage and… well, my bosom… doesn’t it look weird on me?”
Mamori recalled the dress on Suzuna. It was a light green satin dress with a neckline that showed more than what she normally would wear. But it really looked breathtaking on her.
“Suzuna, you should wear the dress.” she advised her firmly. “You look beautiful in it.”
“Really?” the little girl asked insecurely.
“Sure. Now get ready, you have 25minutes left” Mamori said.
“Thanks a lot, Mamo-nee! See you there!” the small girl hung up.
Mamori felt much better after having helped Suzuna. She eyed her dark red dress again. She looked at the receiver that she was still holding in her hand. Without another thought she undressed herself and put on the dark red one. She regarded herself in the mirror.
“You won’t need to hide yourself tonight because you look great” she told herself and felt confident about it.
A faint knock on her door made her look up.
“Mamori, are you ready my dear?” her mother peeked in.
“Yes, I am”
Mrs Anezaki opened the door completely.
“Ohhh darling… you look beautiful” she said, visibly moved.
“Thanks Mum.”
“Who ever you want to impress with this, it’ll definitely succeed” she smiled.
“Yeah…” Mamori answered. “I hope so”
Kurita, Hiroki (“just call me Hiroki, everyone in Autralia did so”) Monta, Taki and Komusubi were on time to pick her up. Kurita handed Monta a tissue for his nose bleed as a matter of prudence before ringing the doorbell.
Mamori greeted them cheerfully and the small group set off to the underground station. They talked about everything and anything on their way and laughed from time to time at Taki who was pirouetting down the road. Monta produced a banana from his pocket and was eyed suspiciously by Hiroki. “I use to get hungry on my way” the monkey-ish boy defended himself. Mamori laughed at Hiroki’s facial expression. In moments like this she felt completely happy and didn’t want to change her company for anything in the world.
They finally reached the station and entered the metro.
“The damn parade arrives at last! I have been fucking waiting here for ages.” Hiruma shouted, hopping in the subway right after them.
Mamori’s colour left her face. She quickly slid behind Taki to hide. The last thing she had wanted to happen had been to bump into Hiruma.
“Hiruma! You came! I thought you wouldn’t go to the party” Kurita rejoiced.
“Can’t leave the investigations to the fucking pipsqueak, can I? He is having his damn first date, he wouldn’t even notice if a fucking fire broke out.”
“Investigation?” Hiroki asked.
“Yes, Oujou School has a very strong American Football Team, the White Knights. We go to the party to find out which first years have joined the team” Kurita explained to the new one.
“Damn right”, Hiruma said, producing a camera and a recorder from somewhere. “We will smuggle some fucking alcohol in there and make some of the White Knights dead drunk to get some info, kekeke”
“You can’t do that!” Mamori burst out, finally showing up behind Taki. She did not want to face him but she could not allow that he put his plan into action. “You can’t endanger students like that!”
He gave her one of his disinterested looks in response. Suddenly his face split into a grin.
“Very well, fucking ex-manager has just volunteered to gather information on the party!” he said, laughing.
“Wha..? No way!” she gasped.
“You’ll take the recorder, I’ll keep the camera.” He ignored her shouting and thrust the device into her hands. She glared at him, then looked down at the recorder in her hand and raised her arm to throw it on the floor. Hiruma had his camera ready.
“Member of Disciplinary Committee deliberately destroys school property.” he recited a not yet written headline and smirked.
She quickly lowered her arm again and watched the recorder closely. There was a small sticker on it, identifying it as school’s property.
“You took it from the school’s media collection?” she asked in disbelief and looked up at him. It was then that she realized what he was wearing. His shirt was blood red, just a bit lighter than her dress.
“Won’t take my own stuff on a damn party. Could get broken” he stated.
But Mamori didn’t listen to him anymore. She stared at the piece of clothing which matched her dress perfectly. This was no coincidence, was it? He did that on purpose only to annoy her. What would people think if they arrived at the party in partner-look? He deliberately tried to spoil her chances with Sakamoto.
“You really would do anything to make me miserable, wouldn’t you?” She did not scream at him, she just said it matter-of-factly. She remembered involuntarily their fights since she joined the club. Had they ever been that painful? They had argued less and less in the past but now they seemed to be back at the beginning. No, it was even worse than that.
Hiruma stared at her with narrowed eyes. He did not look evil but rather… thoughtful, Mamori marvelled.
“Kekeke, fucking manager seems to be a bit flustered. You shouldn’t get so worked up because of a simple party” he cackled after a few seconds of staring. “I’ll leave you for a while; need to make some phone calls and stuff.”
And with this he went to the end of the metro wagon and began talking on one of his several mobile phones. The small group was silent for a moment before everyone began chattering again. Mamori took a seat a little bit apart from her friends. She suddenly felt exhausted. These quarrels really got her down.
She jolted when she felt the row of benches rising up. Kurita had sat down next to her and looked concerned.
“Hey” she said quietly to show that she had noticed him.
The big lineman took out a small paper bag and handed it to her.
“Monta isn’t the only one who takes food with him in case he gets hungry...” he explained when he saw her surprised look. She took one of the cream puffs out of the bag and began to eat it with relish. It brought some of her spirits back.
“Thanks a lot, just what I needed” she smiled. Kurita just smiled back. They sat there in silence for a while, an unspoken question hanging in the room.
“It was his shirt” she finally answered. “…in fact, his shirt’s colour.”
“What about it?” Kurita asked. “It’s red. He likes red. He chose that colour for the Devilbats after all” he smiled.
Mamori gave no additional explanation. It was useless anyway. She felt tired again.
“Fucking track-and-field guy, take one of the bottles of Sake to the damn party and hide it somewhere nearby. Just in case” Hiruma ordered.
Smuggling alcohol in to get information from drunken people was in fact just a side effect of his actual plan. He knew that if he wanted to make Anezaki talk to him again there was no other way than to provoke her somehow. So he set up a situation which she definitely would try to prevent from happening. His first part of the plan succeeded but his spontaneous idea to trick her into helping him with the investigations did not... It was too bad. She would have easily gathered information by flirting a bit with the first years. In doing so she would have been distracted from the fucking pretty boy -and he would have had her in his proximity...
He looked over to her. She was eating a cream puff. Where the hell did she get that thing from all of a sudden? She looked sad, broken - and it was his fault. ‘Fucking sensitive woman’ he thought. He watched her dress, it glimmered red in the artificial light of the metro. She really looked damn sexy in red. Of course it was no coincidence that he was wearing his red shirt. It had been risky because he knew that she would take it as an affront after everything that had happened . Nevertheless, he was certain that she understood the hint. She just needed some time to digest the info. He decided to leave her alone for the time being.
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I reckoned Mamori would be the kind of person who would feel better after helping someone. So after helping Suzuna she notices that she should follow her own advices. I hope it became clear
I liked the conversation between Mamori and Kurita somehow^^ It was no actual idea that she would eat a cream puff, it just happened.
Link to Chapter 5: lila-libelle.livejournal.com/2616.html
title: The man of her dreams
rated: T
summary: In their third year Mamori suddenly finds herself being soppy on a new student. Meanwhile Hiruma has work to do in America. How will he react when he returns?
Party Prelude
Unmotivated, Mamori turned around and regarded herself in her life-sized mirror. Her blue dress from last Hanami still looked good on her but she was not content with her outfit. She sighed. It was half past seven and she should get ready for the party but she did not feel like going there anymore. The dark red dress she had planned to wear was hanging on a hanger at her wardrobe. She had bought it to attract attention, to attract Sakamoto’s attention, but now she rather wanted to hide instead. The encounter with the former quarterback had left her feel aggrieved and she was still not over it.
“Stop thinking about that jerk!” she commanded herself heatedly.
The ringing phone made her jolt. ‘It can’t possibly be…him?’ she thought, her heart beating madly. Nervously, she picked up the receiver and tensed. If it was him then it would make her feel even worse than before. Hiruma wouldn’t apologize to her. He would only call her to give her instructions for something.
“Hello, Mamori speaking” she said reluctantly.
“Hello Mamo-ne” Suzuna said. She sounded very nervous.
Mamori sighed in relief.
“Hello Suzuna, what’s up?”
“I need your help! Sena will be here in 30minutes and I don’t know what to wear!”
“But we bought our dresses together…” Mamori said, half wondering if something had happened to her dress. “If it ripped, I can sew it in a minute. I can-“
“Nooo, it hasn’t ripped… it’s just… you know… maybe it shows too much cleavage and… well, my bosom… doesn’t it look weird on me?”
Mamori recalled the dress on Suzuna. It was a light green satin dress with a neckline that showed more than what she normally would wear. But it really looked breathtaking on her.
“Suzuna, you should wear the dress.” she advised her firmly. “You look beautiful in it.”
“Really?” the little girl asked insecurely.
“Sure. Now get ready, you have 25minutes left” Mamori said.
“Thanks a lot, Mamo-nee! See you there!” the small girl hung up.
Mamori felt much better after having helped Suzuna. She eyed her dark red dress again. She looked at the receiver that she was still holding in her hand. Without another thought she undressed herself and put on the dark red one. She regarded herself in the mirror.
“You won’t need to hide yourself tonight because you look great” she told herself and felt confident about it.
A faint knock on her door made her look up.
“Mamori, are you ready my dear?” her mother peeked in.
“Yes, I am”
Mrs Anezaki opened the door completely.
“Ohhh darling… you look beautiful” she said, visibly moved.
“Thanks Mum.”
“Who ever you want to impress with this, it’ll definitely succeed” she smiled.
“Yeah…” Mamori answered. “I hope so”
Kurita, Hiroki (“just call me Hiroki, everyone in Autralia did so”) Monta, Taki and Komusubi were on time to pick her up. Kurita handed Monta a tissue for his nose bleed as a matter of prudence before ringing the doorbell.
Mamori greeted them cheerfully and the small group set off to the underground station. They talked about everything and anything on their way and laughed from time to time at Taki who was pirouetting down the road. Monta produced a banana from his pocket and was eyed suspiciously by Hiroki. “I use to get hungry on my way” the monkey-ish boy defended himself. Mamori laughed at Hiroki’s facial expression. In moments like this she felt completely happy and didn’t want to change her company for anything in the world.
They finally reached the station and entered the metro.
“The damn parade arrives at last! I have been fucking waiting here for ages.” Hiruma shouted, hopping in the subway right after them.
Mamori’s colour left her face. She quickly slid behind Taki to hide. The last thing she had wanted to happen had been to bump into Hiruma.
“Hiruma! You came! I thought you wouldn’t go to the party” Kurita rejoiced.
“Can’t leave the investigations to the fucking pipsqueak, can I? He is having his damn first date, he wouldn’t even notice if a fucking fire broke out.”
“Investigation?” Hiroki asked.
“Yes, Oujou School has a very strong American Football Team, the White Knights. We go to the party to find out which first years have joined the team” Kurita explained to the new one.
“Damn right”, Hiruma said, producing a camera and a recorder from somewhere. “We will smuggle some fucking alcohol in there and make some of the White Knights dead drunk to get some info, kekeke”
“You can’t do that!” Mamori burst out, finally showing up behind Taki. She did not want to face him but she could not allow that he put his plan into action. “You can’t endanger students like that!”
He gave her one of his disinterested looks in response. Suddenly his face split into a grin.
“Very well, fucking ex-manager has just volunteered to gather information on the party!” he said, laughing.
“Wha..? No way!” she gasped.
“You’ll take the recorder, I’ll keep the camera.” He ignored her shouting and thrust the device into her hands. She glared at him, then looked down at the recorder in her hand and raised her arm to throw it on the floor. Hiruma had his camera ready.
“Member of Disciplinary Committee deliberately destroys school property.” he recited a not yet written headline and smirked.
She quickly lowered her arm again and watched the recorder closely. There was a small sticker on it, identifying it as school’s property.
“You took it from the school’s media collection?” she asked in disbelief and looked up at him. It was then that she realized what he was wearing. His shirt was blood red, just a bit lighter than her dress.
“Won’t take my own stuff on a damn party. Could get broken” he stated.
But Mamori didn’t listen to him anymore. She stared at the piece of clothing which matched her dress perfectly. This was no coincidence, was it? He did that on purpose only to annoy her. What would people think if they arrived at the party in partner-look? He deliberately tried to spoil her chances with Sakamoto.
“You really would do anything to make me miserable, wouldn’t you?” She did not scream at him, she just said it matter-of-factly. She remembered involuntarily their fights since she joined the club. Had they ever been that painful? They had argued less and less in the past but now they seemed to be back at the beginning. No, it was even worse than that.
Hiruma stared at her with narrowed eyes. He did not look evil but rather… thoughtful, Mamori marvelled.
“Kekeke, fucking manager seems to be a bit flustered. You shouldn’t get so worked up because of a simple party” he cackled after a few seconds of staring. “I’ll leave you for a while; need to make some phone calls and stuff.”
And with this he went to the end of the metro wagon and began talking on one of his several mobile phones. The small group was silent for a moment before everyone began chattering again. Mamori took a seat a little bit apart from her friends. She suddenly felt exhausted. These quarrels really got her down.
She jolted when she felt the row of benches rising up. Kurita had sat down next to her and looked concerned.
“Hey” she said quietly to show that she had noticed him.
The big lineman took out a small paper bag and handed it to her.
“Monta isn’t the only one who takes food with him in case he gets hungry...” he explained when he saw her surprised look. She took one of the cream puffs out of the bag and began to eat it with relish. It brought some of her spirits back.
“Thanks a lot, just what I needed” she smiled. Kurita just smiled back. They sat there in silence for a while, an unspoken question hanging in the room.
“It was his shirt” she finally answered. “…in fact, his shirt’s colour.”
“What about it?” Kurita asked. “It’s red. He likes red. He chose that colour for the Devilbats after all” he smiled.
Mamori gave no additional explanation. It was useless anyway. She felt tired again.
“Fucking track-and-field guy, take one of the bottles of Sake to the damn party and hide it somewhere nearby. Just in case” Hiruma ordered.
Smuggling alcohol in to get information from drunken people was in fact just a side effect of his actual plan. He knew that if he wanted to make Anezaki talk to him again there was no other way than to provoke her somehow. So he set up a situation which she definitely would try to prevent from happening. His first part of the plan succeeded but his spontaneous idea to trick her into helping him with the investigations did not... It was too bad. She would have easily gathered information by flirting a bit with the first years. In doing so she would have been distracted from the fucking pretty boy -and he would have had her in his proximity...
He looked over to her. She was eating a cream puff. Where the hell did she get that thing from all of a sudden? She looked sad, broken - and it was his fault. ‘Fucking sensitive woman’ he thought. He watched her dress, it glimmered red in the artificial light of the metro. She really looked damn sexy in red. Of course it was no coincidence that he was wearing his red shirt. It had been risky because he knew that she would take it as an affront after everything that had happened . Nevertheless, he was certain that she understood the hint. She just needed some time to digest the info. He decided to leave her alone for the time being.
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I reckoned Mamori would be the kind of person who would feel better after helping someone. So after helping Suzuna she notices that she should follow her own advices. I hope it became clear
I liked the conversation between Mamori and Kurita somehow^^ It was no actual idea that she would eat a cream puff, it just happened.
Link to Chapter 5: lila-libelle.livejournal.com/2616.html