I actually hate Mamori (and Suzuna) with a vengence, they are they only thing in the series that spoils it for me, she just is way too overbearing and regards herself as far more important than she is, in my opinion. Taking that into account, I do actually try to keep her in character, because I just can't bash people very well - though I didn't actually try hard in this!

Anyway, this will be a series of ficlets (I've already written ones for Hiruma, Juumonji, Akaba, Sakuraba, Shin and Kakei as well, of various standards). If you have any ideas for more, let me know and I'll try my best, but no promises, I'm not very good at this drabble thing. I've also got several other drabble series on the go for ES21, and will post them sometime soon, once I've got a fair few in each written.

For this series, all of them involve Mamori, and sometimes Suzuna, though bear in mind I hate them both...

Finally, this entire series was originally going to be called 'Missed Calls' before it changed to 'Mamori Doesn't Know' (based on the song by Lustra) so I think two of them involve calls. And the aren't really set any specific time in the series unless specifically stated. And they're not all very long, as they're drabbles, none exceed 3,000 words.

Enjoy

Warning: Potential Minor, depending how you read it (notes on the bottom for further explanation)

Agon: Missed Calls

Mamori giggled as Hana eyed up a blonde infront of them with absolutely no subtlety. They - Hana and Yukiko - had adamantly insisted she have a night out for her seventeenth birthday and they had ended up waiting in line to be let into 'The Lizard', a club a bit further towards central Tokyo than she'd normally go.

Not that she normally went out to clubs – or dressed like this, she thought, tugging her short skirt a bit further down her legs. Her two best girl friends had insisted on buying her outfit as their gift to her, and had absolutely refused to get any of the suggestions she pointed out. She was only thankful that she had already arranged to spend the afternoon with Sena, before they could drag her around the rest of the shops and force even more revealing clothes on her.

Thinking of Sena, she felt rather bad for not telling him that she was going out tonight, merely saying that the girls had something planned for her, having not seen her for so long because of her commitment to the Devil Bats. Though he seemed really understanding, and told her he'd been invited out anyway, and would go if she had other plans, she knew he was really just saying that to make her feel less guilty – she knew he didn't have any friends other than Monta and her that he hung out with outside football practice – and poor Monta was so ill with flu he hadn't been able to visit during the afternoon: he'd seemed so upset by that!

She shuffled forwards again, now almost at the front of the line. She leant out a bit to try and see just how many people were in front of them – it was getting even colder outside, and she wasn't wearing the most layers of clothes ever – when someone walked past, knocking her back into the line callously. She steadied herself quickly, and went to give them a piece of her mind but caught her tongue at the last moment. The guy in question, with his partner, had reached the front of the queue and the bouncer in charge quickly let them through. Several moans came from the people surrounding her, but she knew better. She'd recognise that hair anywhere. Suddenly she was a hell of a lot more nervous about the night. If Agon was in the same club, anything could happen. She only hoped that, as he was obviously with a partner that night, he would behave. Her mind drifted to the short, lithe person that Agon's arm had been wrapped around... She held back a giggle – they had almost looked like Sena. The thought gave her pause for a moment, before she shook it off. Sena was so slim and small, it was easy to mistake him for a girl – not that she'd ever tell him that – so it stood to reason, it would be easy enough to mistake a girl for Sena. She hadn't even gotten a good look at them anyway... And it's not like Sena would be out this late at night, with Agon of all people, especially not wearing such small, skin-tight shorts!

It was only ten minutes later that she entered the club and, after scanning the area quickly and not spotting dreads anywhere, she allowed herself to relax. Hana pulled her to the bar and pushed a drink into her hands with a smile as she knocked her own back. Her mind back on having a good time, she followed the brunette's example before ordering another, taking this one slower.

Once Yukiko and Hana had reached a level of tipsiness at which they deemed themselves ready for the dancefloor, the three of them headed out. She felt slightly nervous at first, not at all used to the sort of dancing the space, and people around her, demanded, though she quickly found herself falling in step, and the occasional grind, with her pair of friends.

It was then she spotted him again, his back to her, trademark dreads falling down his back, with his hands wrapped around his partner who was eclipsed by his larger body, whilst they were quite obviously grinding together, and not in the friendly way she had been with Yukiko.

She began to draw her eyes away, trying to fight the blush that wanted creep across her cheeks when pale arms wrapped around his neck and threaded into his hair, pulling his head down. All of a sudden, she found she couldn't look away, no matter how hard she tried. It was as if she had been entranced.

As if feeling her eyes penetrating into the back of his skull, she literally froze where she stood when Agon suddenly turned to glare. It only chilled her blood further when a wicked grin spread across his face upon recognising her. She almost made good on her brain's plan to hightail it out of there, particularly when he separated from his partner, obviously getting ready to move.

He grasped one hand in his, leading them the other way and Mamori felt the breath she had been holding rushing out of her lungs.

"Mamori? Are you okay?" Yukiko asked, shaking her shoulder gently.

"Yeah, I'm..." she started, turning to look at her when at the last second she caught sight of the partner Agon was leading away. There was no denying it this time, that was most definately... "Sena?"

Yukiko's hand slipped from her shoulder as she darted through the closing gap that Agon had left in his wake, only just catching sight of the pair as they made their way to the side of the room and up a set of stairs.

She didn't even notice the bouncers on either side of the door until one blocked her way with a well-muscled arm.

"V.I.P. only."

She was sure the look she gave the man was utterly scandalized. Did he not just notice that Sena had been dragged away by that beast?

"But my friend just went up there!"

The raised eyebrow and sarcastic "Sure they did" told her that they had probably heard that line many times before.

She gave him one last glare before rushing into the bathroom, pulling her mobile from her bag and bashing in Sena's number. Only because she could hear her own breath magnified by the phone did she realise how heavily she was breathing, and the way her heart was thumping in her chest.

There was no answer, so she left a message on his answer phone.

She was halfway through dialling the Kobayakawa household when she realised that, if Sena wasn't in, she would be waking his parents up and most likely sending them into a panic about their son – she was almost sure Sena wouldn't have told them where he was or with whom, surely they would both disapprove.

Realizing there was nothing she could do right now, she glumly went back out, easily spotting her two friends still on the dancefloor, but looking around anxiously every few seconds for her. It only took them a few seconds to spot her and she beckoned them over with a wave.

"Is there any way to get into the V.I.P. section without a pass?" she asked them, seriously.

Hana gave her a curious look before responding, "Pfft. Unless you can find someone with a pass and catch their interest, then no."

Yukiko interupted before she could get her hopes up. "A guy in the line was saying that someone had fully booked the V.I.P. section tonight, but just for two people. No way you're getting in there tonight, Mamori, by the sounds of it someone's doing some woo-ing up there, and has the cash to spend to do it."

They both easily noticed her face rapidly paling at that thought and instantly pulled her to take a seat at the bar, before she collapsed.

"What's wrong?"

It took several moments before she managed to string the words together.

"Sena's up there."

Hana sprayed the drink she'd just taken across the bar. "Sena!"

They exchanged glances, "Where did he get the money to book up the whole place?"

"And who's he up there with?"

"He's not the one doing the woo-ing" was all Mamori could manage to say.

Agon smirked to himself as his hands ran up Sena's back before fisting in his hair and pulling down, forcing his head back and his body to arch into his where he straddled Agon's lap. He had been pissed to be blown off for that bitch, but when Sena had shyly asked him if he was still free, with those big, fucking eyes and the way he chewed on his lower lip nervously, Agon found himself quick to agree, for a price of course. He'd been wanting to dress Sena up his way and take him out for a proper party for ages. And with his reputation, and the money he took from the trash he regularly destroyed, it hadn't been hard to set things up perfectly, or he had thought it was perfect. Just goes to show even perfection could get better – who'd have thought that fucking manager would be here, to see him drag the innocent, little Sena away to do god knows what with him? He would just bet that had ruined her night!

But he pushed that thought aside, his little kitten was mewling as he ground down against him, clearly demanding attention. With a smirk he flipped them around, pressing Sena into the leather couch and capturing his already-bruising lips as they ground together to the thudding base.

Sena groaned – or mewled, as Agon would call it, having taken to calling him his kitten after being introduced to Pitt, who had oddly taken to him, particularly when his dreads were in range of her tiny paws. He rolled over to bury his head into Agon chest to block out the small amount of light filtering past the curtains. He had a really bad headache, felt slightly nauseas and was certain something had died in his mouth overnight. Sena groaned again in his suffering, pleased when an arm wrapped around his waist and tugged his body even closer before slipping under the too-large top he could barely remember pilfering from Agon's closet last night – it was so comfy. He easily drifted to sleep again.

Next time he woke it was to a hand running through his unruly hair whilst the other traced light patterns on his lower back, occasionally dipping lower or moving higher before trailing back to that one ticklish spot.

He groaned – mewled – against the chest in protest, but his only response was a gruff laugh. "Still a fucking lightweight!"

Sena rolled onto his other side, leaving Agon facing his back, still laughing. "What time is it?" he moaned, refusing to open his eyes again, when he knew Agon didn't bother keeping a clock in his room: people could wait on him if he's late, he'd decided.

"Why'd the fuck I know?"

Sighing, he considered pushing himself up to find his phone before figuring it could wait – it was a weekend anyway – and rolled back over towards Agon.

His phone sat waiting with seven missed calls.

(Original Note) So tempting to add more, but not sure where I'd go after the confrontation, and if I'd be able to write it well.

(Note on posting) Let me know what you think. I'll probably post a 'chapter' or drabble each week. Just as an extra note, in my mind when I was writing it they didn't actually have sex in this fic, but read it however you will, and I know a lot of you will read it as they did, as my mind actually did when I read it through just now.

And Yukiko and Hana are names I gave to the two girls Mamori is out with before she heads back to watch Sena's first match, couldn't find their actual names anywhere.