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A/N: Ya-Ha, everyone! This is the last and the shortest of the sins!fic that I'm doing, so yeah… it's not the best amongst the lot, so you don't like it, please ignore. Kekekeke. BTW, major OOC coming up. Kekeke. And…! I'll be turning this back to rated "T" because I'm such a bad person.
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PRIDE
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"I'm going home." She said, clutching her bag. Hiruma rolled his eyes once more, "Sure thing."
"Um." She nodded.
"Just don't you dare not show up for tomorrow's practice." He warned her.
"Um." She nodded again, just before she turned her back on him. For some reason, Hiruma felt a knot on his stomach as he watched her go.
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Hiruma watched her go. Even though her shadow only showed her shape, the way she walked against the wind like some goddamned 50's fucking romance movie leading lady was a little let down. Okay, so he admitted that it was kind of so-so, but still, it was Anezaki Mamori, not some fucking third rate actress clad in nothing but satin cocktail dress.
Damn. That fucking drunkard's favorite television shows were screwing up his mind. Fuck.
Hiruma turned his back on the girl's retreating figure. Shrugging, he thought that it was not like he planned, but he knew he was bound to screw up on it every single fucking time he would like to tell her about it.
He couldn't tell her anything, he couldn't show her anything, he couldn't let her feel anything aside from those concerning the captain-team manager relationship they were currently in.
This was the closest they could ever have. A team captain-team manager relationship, that is.
'Acquaintances, maybe. Friends? Hardly. Close friends? Fat chance. Secretly in love? Are you doing crack? Enemy by day, lovers by night? Go to fucking hell.' He spat just before he chewed another piece of his yellow sugarless gum.
But he had to be honest even for some time. The last one was a good idea.
'But that's not the point,' Hiruma thought as him and his lanky legs dawdled around the shopping district, looking for new slaves, 'it's not like I can't.'
He could see his reflection from the window of a pet shop. Woofs, howls, and meows could be heard outside even amidst the honking of the cars, and people chatting up each other. Raising a brow, Hiruma continued to stare at the pet store.
His slits for eyes darted across the window and saw a small white bunny. A snow bunny, maybe. He wondered what would that fucking manager do if he'd suddenly pop outside her house and give this fucking cutesy (gag) rabbit to her…
"Excuse me sir? Would you like to buy Winkle?" one of the saleslady asked. It seemed like she left the store to ask him about the rabbit.
"…" Hiruma turned to her and grinned, "What would you do with a ten gallon banana-chocolate ice cream?"
The girl paled and screamed at the top of her lungs as she saw Hiruma's face. And fainted.
The demon raised a brow as the people stared at the scene; those who caught Hiruma's eyes immediately looked away and walked – no, ran – as fast as they could, just to get away from the man who had enslaved them. He shrugged. Girls like her did not interest Hiruma.
He pulled out his phone and dialed "1".
Riiinnnngggg….
'Hello?' the other line picked up. Hiruma spoke, "You fucking manager. Don't you dare skip practice tomorrow just because-"
'I know, I know. I won't be absent-' she replied, '-besides, I can't let you run the school that easily!'
Hiruma sneered, "Oh really? Then why did your fucking fat face-"
'Who're you calling fat face?!'
"-fucking fat face pout just because of what I did earlier?"
'Because it was wrong.'
"Whatever you say, fucking manager." Hiruma jeered and fell silent, "…"
'…'
"…"
Mamori spoke on the other line, 'Hiruma-kun…? Are you still there?'
"Aneza-Fucking manager." Hiruma rolled his eyes. He just couldn't do it.
'I don't really like you calling me like that but what do you want?' she replied. Hiruma took a deep breath. It was now or never. After all, he had to chew up a lot of his pride just to ask this one silly question.
A loud horn boomed in the air.
Hiruma gulped as he asked, "… Fucking manager, are… you free on Saturday?"
He almost swore more than 20 kinds of profane words right after he asked the question as he didn't know what was worse, asking a fucking girl out, or giving her a rabbit. Hiruma wanted to bang his head on the nearby post.
'Eh?'
Hiruma raised a brow, "So… are you?"
'… pardon?' Asked Mamori, 'I wasn't able to hear what you were saying earlier, the horning was really loud…'
"Fuck." Hiruma cursed, not noticing that Mamori was still on the line.
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"… did you call just to insult me?" a very annoyed Mamori asked as she twirled her pen with her fingers, "Hello…? Hiruma-kun? Are you still there?"
She was sitting on her chair, doing her assignments and notes; it had been five minutes since Hiruma called her, and it was a… surprise, both good and bad, since all Hiruma did was curse her.
She did nothing wrong, and yet he cursed her? The nerve of that guy, really! Placing the phone on the table, Mamori said, "Hiruma-kun, I'll just take something…"
BOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!
Mamori literally jumped from her seat as the speaker roared. An explosion seemed to happen on the other line. Mamori immediately took the phone, "Hiruma-kun! Are you alright?!"
'bbbeeeeeeeeeeeeppp…' the line was cut off.
A sudden surge of worry flooded Mamori's thoughts, as the idea of a bloody and injured Hiruma deeply concerned her. She would never, ever want Hiruma to be injured!
Riiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggggggggg
Her phone rang again, and with her trembling hands, she picked up the call, "H-hello? Hiruma-kun?"
'… what's with that fucking voice…?' Hiruma coughed, '… oi, you still there…? Fucking manager…!'
"Hiruma-kun!" she almost cried, "Y-You're f-fine!"
'Of course I'm fucking fine. Who do you think I am?' his slightly irritated voice calmed Mamori's worried mind, 'Don't tell me you're fucking crying?'
Mamori pursed her lips and shouted, "Of course not!"
'…' Hiruma fell silent.
"Hiruma-kun…?" she asked.
He replied, '…I'm hanging up.'
"W-wait!"
Badum. Badum. Badum.
'What?'
It seemed like something got stuck on her throat that she couldn't tell what she was supposed to ask him, "Uhm…"
'Hurry up, I don't have time for-' his voice seemed really irritated, by what?
Taking up all her courage and dumping all her shame on the trash bin, Mamori said, "Are you free on Saturday?"
'… why?' he sounded rather skeptical, and it made Mamori a little more nervous than she was comfortable with. However, this was one of those "once in a blue moon" events that shouldn't be missed.
Really, how many times was it that it was Hiruma who called her, not the other way around?
"Uhm… well, since it's a free day… anou… is it okay…' She didn't want to make it sound like she was asking him out! Of course she wasn't! Right!
'I'll think about it.'
"… Uhm. Well. Yeah. See you tomorrow at practice!" she hung up, with her eyes wide, heart thumping like crazy, and her mind wondering if she had lost her mind already.
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Beeeeeppppppppp
'She hung up.' Hiruma thought, 'More importantly… did she just ask me out? Is that fucking manager in her right mind…?'
Wasn't the fucking manager a discipline committee officer? Where was her goddamned pride on her fucking job?
But…
Well, he wasn't the one who asked her out. But it still pissed him that just when he had swallowed his pride whole earlier just to ask her, that fucking truck blew its horn.
Ah fuck that. At least now, all he needed to do was to think of a fucking excuse as to why he'd be going with her on Saturday.
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A/N: Ya! Haa! Finished! XD Took me sometime to finish this one, but IT'S FINALLY FINISHED!!! XD! Anyway, I personally think this last chapter is the worst of the lot, but it's OK if you like it.
ES21 shoutout: I loved the latest chapter. 260th Down, was it? SPOILER: ZOMFG. Kumosubi... I officially HEART you. And Kurita! Get your ass on the field properly! Kumosubi-kun will be down if you continue to be a wuss!