A/N: You guys have no idea how much I love you for reviewing the fic! (hugs and kisses) I'm so happy you liked it so far. Cough. (it's also a kind of ego boost for me, I'm kind of not good with multichaptered fics so… yeah. Ugh. Deidara syndrome again.)

"WE'RE SO SORRY, MAMO-NEESAN!" two distinct voices cried. One was gave her best puppy-eyes look, and the other bawled quite loudly.

"Mou, mou." The victim sighed, "But you mustn't do anything like that again. People get hurt when you do things like that."

The two girls nodded, however, when they got outside, Musashi heard them say, "YA! Mission accomplished!" and "So kawaii! Youichi-sama and Mamori-neesan!"

He did not need to think about it, Hiruma was a bad influence on both girls.

Musashi watched in amusement as the rest of Deimon barraged Mamori with questions, more importantly, when they asked questions on how they were able to get back to Tokyo. His eyes flew to an extremely eerily silent Hiruma who was "busy" typing on his computer.

Hiruma couldn't fool him though, as Musashi could see Hiruma's eyes narrow when Monta (who still seemed to believe in that Joe Montana crap that the idiot made) came too close to Mamori. Musashi suppressed a smile, and the urge to tease the idiot skyrocketed when he fired seven rounds of bullets at Monta for holding Mamori's hand.

Perhaps their little demon could grow up too.

"Ne, Mamo-neechan, you still didn't tell us how you got back here." Asked Sena, who was memorizing another set of playcards for their next match.

Musashi almost raised a brow when Mamori blushed and said that it was a rather long story, and it would be better if they were not to talk about it. It was then that he saw Mamori glance at Hiruma for a bit and her blush got worse.

"You gave her a piggyback ride all the way to Tokyo?" Musashi asked, in a voice that only Hiruma could hear. The devil raised a brow.

"What the fuck are you babbling about, fucking old man?"

"Anezaki couldn't walk even until now. Don't tell me you made her walk in that condition, under the rain?"

Hiruma looked at him, "I could do that."

"Yeah. If you wanted to, but from what I can see, I couldn't see why you would." With that, Musashi left the clubhouse, picking his ear and deliberately ignoring his best friend's spouting of all available flowery words he knew since birth.

Now all Musashi wondered was when Hiruma would kiss Mamori in front of the team.

BEEP. BEEP.

BEEP. BEEP.

Kurita looked around, wondering who owned the cause of disruption in class. Well, actually, he wasn't the only one. Their Japanese History teacher almost reprimanded whoever owned the phone, but decided not to in the last second, as the infamous Hiruma Youichi brought out his phone and began tinkering with it. Kurita leaned forward.

"Who sent you a message?"

Hiruma did not reply and placed the phone on the armchair. Much to Kurita's surprise, Hiruma pulled out a pen from his jacket, a pad of paper from his bag (which was 99 percent armaments) and began writing.

"Hiruma… are you sick?" asked Kurita, his worry showing through the innumerable sweat pores that opened on his head. Hiruma raised his brow.

"How could I be fucking sick, you fucking fat arse?"

"A-ah, well… Hiruma usually doesn't take notes during class…" Kurita replied. Hiruma raised a brow, "I'm in the fucking mood to write, got problem with that, fucking fatty?"

Hiruma continued on writing, leaving the phone lying on the armchair. Kurita took a peek at the phone.

'Sender:

Anezaki Mamori

000-WIFE-000'

It seemed like Kurita wasn't the only person happy when Mamori 'volunteered' into being the manager half a year ago.

"I better start running now, or I'll be left out again." Yukimitsu thought as he walked towards the American football clubhouse.

It had been exactly one week after the unfortunate event that took place in Nagano; much to their surprise, the two culprits were still at large, and probably still thinking of another scheming plan. Now Yukimitsu wondered what would've happened if the Suzuna who evilly plotted on leaving Hiruma and Mamori was actually Hiruma's younger sister.

Oh the misery of the people.

Now, it was a wonder why Suzuna and Yueno went out of their way just to get those two together.

He opened the door, still thinking of why of all people, they suddenly decided that Hiruma and Mamori should be left behind.

But Yukimitsu did not need to think about it. After all, he was one of the most intelligent in Deimon Devilbats American football team. He was sure the others would figure it out as well, if they just looked close enough at the aura that the two gave off.

There was a reason why Doburoku-sensei thought that Mamori was Hiruma's girlfriend. And Yukimitsu thought so too, when he saw Hiruma handing out his hand-written Japanese History notes to the analog Mamori, who skipped classes due to her injury.

The "Shadowless God of Death". This was Ishimaru's nickname given to him by the Shadow King of Deimon himself, Hiruma. Not that it was something to be proud of, actually, but it's alright.

However, there was one thing good about him being – to use a better term – invisible… oops! Scratch that. However, there was one thing good about him being – to use a better term – undetectable (there, much better!), he could see things unseen by other people.

No, not ghosts, nor clairvoyances, nor extraterrestrial beings. He's plain, remember?

He could accidentally see things without being noticed.

One such occasion was when he accidentally passed by Hiruma buying Kariya creampuffs just before cackling off to school. Hiruma did not notice him stare like crazy, or at least he thought so.

On that same day, Hiruma made him run by the river bank, 100 times under the excuse that he needed to get faster.

But the question still resided in Ishimaru's mind.

Since when did Hiruma began to take liking for sweet things?

F-FUGO!

Luna Addictus: … (eyebrow twitch) What the heck…?! This is all you can say?

Kumosubi: Fugo!

Luna Addictus: We can't just publish something like this! I know I'm the author of this fanfiction , so I'm telling you to SPEAK NORMALLY!

Kumosubi: Han!

Luna Addictus: (eyebrow twitch) T-this… is… impossible. ARGH! I'm SO not putting this up.

Kumosubi: (makes a sad face)

Luna Addictus: (sweatdrop) (Aw…) Cough. Fine. I'll just let someone translate it for me.

Kumosubi: Fuuugggoo!!!

Luna Addictus: You can stop speaking, you know. I might just change my mind. Ahem. Translator please.

Toshi-kun (one of the Sawamura twins, please refer to Chapter 7): Let me translate for you.

Luna Addictus: But I don't need an OC here! Where's Kuritan?

Tama-chan (the other Sawamura twin, he's a guy, btw): He's out with Hiruma and Musashi, doing something in the editing room.

Luna Addictus: What are those three up to?! Oh, God. I'm just hoping Hiruma's not doing something that could… aaahhh… no… my life is in danger. (looks around) Um. Okay… who's the other people who could understand that language? (checks the manga) Ah. Here… where's Banba?

Shizuka: Dude, he's out with the 'one', dude.

Luna Addictus: Who? Ah, okay. How about… kya! Mizumachi-kun???

Mikuru: Out with Kakei. They're obviously practicing, you know. Hello. To defeat Deimon.

Luna Addictus: Shut up, tomboy.

Mikuru: ARGH! (goes out)

Luna Addictus: How about… ahh… not a lot of people understand Kumosubi's language. Ah! His dad? How about Kumosubi-san?

Ayashi: He's got a job.

Luna Addictus: FINE!

Toshi-kun: You'll pick me?!

Luna Addictus: No. GET GAOU-SAMA HERE!

Everyone: NO WAY. WE DON'T WANT TO DIE YET!

Luna Addictus: BUT I DON'T WANT AN OC TRANSLATING IT FOR ME! How am I supposed to know whether you're saying what he really meant? (remember Hiruma, when the NASA Aliens said "Cool" and other stuff, Hiruma said something else?)

Toshi-kun: You're the author, stop being stupid, for once. It's already enough that you're making everyone OOC.

Luna Addictus: O… O… C?! (faints)

Toshi-kun: Seriously. Ah, that means I could…! YAY! Finally, after how many chapters… I can now translate Kumosubi-kun's part again: "Kumosubi used to see…

Kumosubi used to see his master and his friends, Hiruma and Musashi together when they were going back home, after all, he followed his master around like what a faithful apprentice should do. He didn't know when it started, but, every now and then, their captain, Hiruma wasn't walking home with them.

One time, he heard his master and his master's friends talking about it, just before they left the clubhouse.

"You're not walking with us, Hiruma?" asked Master Kurita.

The devil only looked at Kurita and went back into typing on his laptop.

The man whose kick was very manly said, "Of course he can't. He still needs to piggyback ride someone home."

From the look of their captain's face, he was ready to kill someone. Kumosubi didn't need to be a genius to understand that, if it was somebody else who talked about it, he would've been sent to hell and back.

Now there was only one question in his mind.

Who was the kicker whose kick was very manly talking about?

Luna Addictus: (stirs) (stares) WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! (faints again) (IT'S SO SHORT!)

Toshi-kun: Ah, well. Kumosubi, don't worry. You'll understand that one when you get older. (wink)

Kumosubi?

A-ha-ha!

What a fine afternoon for such a God-gifted person like Taki Natsuhiko! A blessed day indeed! He looked forward to their practice and it was not a mistake! Even though he failed his Math exam and only drew footballs on his test paper, even though his English was worse than the monkey's (LA: Monta), playing his favorite sport during practices was the best! They were going to have a match on Saturday, and they were certainly, 150 percent going to win, now that he was part of the team! A-ha-ha!

Taki stretched his limbs, 180 degrees, like he always does and pranced towards the Deimon gates. It was a tiring day! How he wished to be back on his cute fluffy – he stopped.

There was something disturbing that he had just seen.

HOW CAN HE BE WANTING TO GO TO SLEEP WHEN THERE WAS THEIR CAPTAIN, RUNNING… MORE IMPORTANTLY, THERE WAS SOMEONE PIGGYBACK RIDING!

He, Taki Natsuhiko, CANNOT lose! He immediately rushed to look for his dear sister, but she was nowhere to be found, so he looked for a random person and asked him – er, her – to ride on his back. This unfortunately, caused a slap on the cheek, he didn't know which was a lot better: his sister running over him with her skates or someone slapping him.

So he thought of another way.

"A-HA-HA!" he took notice of motorbikes outside the school. He carried them on his back and chased the American football captain. "Oh, hello! You're practicing too? Me too! This is just too easy for me!! A-ha-ha!"

"An idiot. Certainly an idiot." He heard Hiruma say. The team manager, Mamori said, "Hiruma-kun, stop that!"

"Oh, hello, mademoiselle! I didn't notice you! Why are you riding Hiruma-san's back?" he asked quite innocently.

"We're going on a fucking honeymoon, why'd you ask?"

"A-ha-ha! When were you married?" asked Taki.

"Last week."

"Hiruma-kun! Stop saying those kind of things." Mamori said, and turned to Taki, "Don't believe him, Taki-kun… now, uhm…"

"The fucking monkey's doing 200 laps by the river bank." Hiruma suddenly said, his evil smile widening, "I wonder what kind of genius could overdo him…"

"A-ha-ha! It's like a midnight snack to me! Ja ne!" He rushed forward, not noticing the mocking face that Hiruma made.

There was one thing Hiruma did not know though: Taki had actually taken the "marriage" thing to heart.

Tekken. Capcom. NeoGeo. Mugen. Street Fighter. King of Fighters. Double Dragon. Super Mario. House of the Dead. (4)

Although he was starting to love American football, there was nothing that could beat computer games off the top… well, sort of.

Actually, he was getting interested in anything that had a relation with love letters. Well, not only him, but Toganou as well. Juumonji did not seem to be interested in it.

He probably has a secret girlfriend that's why he wasn't interested. That Juumonji!

Anyway, they were going to have a match on Saturday, and today's Thursday. They were training harder than ever. It was like trial and error whenever he couldn't get past a new level in his new "Legend of Zelda" game. Try and try until you die, as long as you saved though.

That night, he heard two people talk inside the clubhouse. It was an accident, as he had forgotten to take his latest issue of a game magazine inside his locker.

More importantly, it was a girl and a boy.

He didn't know what drove him to eavesdrop, but he peeked. Not that he needed to though, as he there were only two girls he knew who weren't deathly afraid of the boy that was speaking.

He could make out the words "fucking monster", "fucking bones", "fucking flimsy", and other nicknames that their commander from hell was talking about. But there was one thought that came on his mind as he heard their exchange of words.

There was certainly something to worry about in the next game. Their next opponent was not the same level as their previous challengers, they were monsters. Superhumans. Not human. Alien. Whatever fits.

Kuroki could hear the worried voice that their manager had, but he never heard her cry. He knew she was a strong girl, after all, not all girls could match Hiruma with nothing but her brains, guts and a broom.

He didn't like shoujo manga. They were too sappy, romantic, and undeniably impossible to begin with. Other than that, he didn't like them because usually the girls were either super crybabies and weak, or super girl who could do anything.(5)

But whatever was happening to their team was certainly shoujo formula.

He always saw the typical hate-turned-love from his sisters' collection of shoujo tankobon, not only in manga, but in J-drama too, and in other soap operas his mother usually watched whenever she had the time.

Girl of Justice hates Arrogant Guy, Arrogant Guy tries to squash Girl of Justice, Girl of Justice Lives and kicks Arrogant Guy's ass, Arrogant Guy falls head over heels because of Girl of Justice's spirit, Girl of Justice finds out a "deeper" side to why Arrogant Guy was, well, arrogant, they try to work it out, parents get in the way, etcetera, and they live happily ever after.

From what Toganou could see, they were probably in the… it was rather hard to distinguish as both of them seemed to ignore each other's feelings (assuming they do have feelings for each other), or maybe they talked about hiding it from the public's scrutinizing eyes.

After all she was a discipline committee officer and he was the Shadow King of Deimon. Mortal enemies.

More reason to ship them in shoujo manga.

"Oi, Kazu, do you know any shoujo manga?" he suddenly asked. Juumonji gave him a stare, and so did Kuroki.

"Ha?" they both said.

"I though you liked shounen, why change to shoujo all of a sudden?" asked Juumonji. Kuroki then points at Toganou, "Don't tell me… you became…"

"Oi, don't think of funny thoughts, Kuroki." Toganou waved it off, "I was just wondering how many love-hate relationship there are in shoujo."

"Why?" asked Kuroki. Toganou shrugged, "Just asking."

"Is that about…" Juumonji then looked like he was about to say something but then Hiruma appeared, and he stopped.

"You fucking Huh-Kyoudai, skipping classes?" he asked, with a sinister grin spread on his demonic features.

Feeling the evil aura he emitted, they immediately shook their heads and ran off.

Now Toganou was promptly reminded of the manga, anime, and J-drama Hana Yori Dango (6), and how similar Hiruma was to Doumyouji, and how similar Mamori was to Tsukushi.

Saturday night.

Juumonji took another breath as he changed to his uniform, number 51. It was the night they were waiting for. Only a door left before Christmas Bowl. If they lose, it was all over for them… that was why they must win no matter what.

But he wondered as he changed, up to how much could they sacrifice just to climb to the top. Their opponents were going to do anything just to win, even if it would mean that the other team would suffer injuries that might never heal.

Juumonji had just heard that their opponent targeted quarterbacks. And crushes them mercilessly.

He looked over at their quarterback, cackling like he didn't care. He did not have the cunning mind like his, and he didn't know who in the whole Devilbats could be compared to him. If he was going to be taken out due to injuries…

Juumonji's train of thought was suddenly stunned as in front of the rest of the Devilbats, Suzuna flung her arms around Sena.

She cried.

"Sena…" tears rolled down her cheeks, worry spread all over her face. Even though she was just their cheerleader, Juumonji felt like she was part of their team, and he was sure that Sena felt much more than that,

He wasn't blind. He knew Sena cared for Suzuna more than just friends, and so was Suzuna to Sena. It was more like Sena's oblivious denseness that nothing much happened between the two of them.

Sena, however, surprised everyone else, when he embraced Suzuna back.

'That was unexpected.' Juumonji thought, while Kuroki and Toganou fizzled with anger as the person they used to push around had found his self a 'girlfriend' and them… well, none.

Juumonji's eyes flew back to the two people on the bench: Mamori was quietly taping Hiruma's leg as he typed something on his laptop. Too quiet for two people who would usually talk about their tactics and plays before the start of match, for checking purposes.

Somehow, it felt like a heavy atmosphere.

"It's time." he heard Musashi say.

Hiruma stood up, followed closely by Mamori. It seemed like a silent agreement had sealed their lips as they walked towards the field. Juumonji could see the troubled features on Mamori's face on every step.

"It's almost time." Mamori said in almost a whisper. If it wasn't the fact that Juumonji fell back from the rest, he wouldn't have heard Mamori talk to their captain.

Juumonji expected the devil to respond with a sinister grin on his face, but he did not and only stopped.

"Even if I said that you should take care of yourself, I'm sure you won't. That's why…"

"…" Hiruma popped his gum.

"Win, Youichi." Juumonji's heart almost stopped. She just called him. By. His. First. Name.

Again, their captain did not speak, instead he walked on, striding like his usual self, his demonic façade back on track. Hiruma walked past Juumonji without even batting an eyelid.

He was serious.

After this battle, if they lose, all they worked hard for would in vain, Christmas Bowl would just be a dream for them. It was the only reason for them to win. Or so what the other Deimon Devilbats would think that ran on Hiruma's mind. Juumonji saw what the others could not see as Hiruma locked his helmet's clasp. There was another reason why Hiruma should live through this match.

"FUCKING KILL THEM! YA-HA!"

"Stretcher! Get a stretcher!" one of the referees shouted as the bloody Deimon quarterback fell on the ground, face first.

"YOU-NII!" Monta heard Suzuna scream her lungs out.

Before his eyes, their captain was thrown to the ground by that monster. He could not do a thing as he felt his feet rooted to the ground, and his eyes transfixed to the bloody mess before him.

Fear.

Monta fell to his knees, eyes wide as the broken devil was brought out of the game. The match continued, and he felt helpless. They had no reserve quarterback, so they used the only available alternative.

The idiot.

However, time was not enough, and the brains of their group had been swept out of the field.

Five. Four. Three. Two. One.

Halftime. Twenty minutes before they start the second half. Monta was still shivering as they walked towards the bench. The atmosphere was unbearable; after all the precautions and tactics they used just to avoid Hiruma getting the bloody end, it still happened.

It was just then that he noticed that Mamori was missing.

"Where's… Mamori-san?" he asked, almost a murmur. Doburoku answered, "I don't know. She was just here a little while ago… Suzuna is missing too."

"Where could they… AH!" Sena pointed, his mouth gaping open as Mamori and Suzuna helped the injured Hiruma walk back to the bench. "Hiruma-san!"

"That idiot." Musashi spat.

"Hi-Hiruma…" Kurita cried.

Hiruma said something, and Suzuna took out an AK-47 out of nowhere, she shouted, "You fucking idiots! Why did you let that fucking five seconds go to waste!"

"HHiiiieeeeeeeee!" they all said in unison, sans Musashi who said, "Hiruma's younger sister all right."

It was just then that Monta noticed that Mamori was holding Hiruma's hand, their fingers intertwined with each other. He shook his head. It must've been a coincidence. Yes it MUST.

There was no way that Mamori fell for Hiruma, because he, Raimon Tarou was going to snatch Mamori's heart away because of his amazing catches!

But his eyes couldn't tear away from how Mamori watched Hiruma closely, how he whispered in her ears of the plays that they should be able to do, how she tightened her hold on his hand.

It was just some minutes before the second half when he heard Mamori say, "You idiot. How could you get injured like this."

"Shut up, fucking wifey. Just be glad I could still go play in the next half."

'WIFEY?!' Monta nearly had a heart attack.

"What if that monster takes on you again and you could no longer move?! What will happen to the team-"

"Like I said, we're not a team led by only one or two geniuses.(7) Even if I died-"

SLAP.

Everyone stared at them, like it was some kind of dramatic sequence in a soap opera on television that his mother would usually watch at night.

There were no tears that streaked down from Mamori's eyes, her eyes ablaze as she shouted at him with the firmest voice Monta had ever heard Mamori with, "Idiot! Then who will be the quarterback when you participate in the Christmas Bowl?"

Hiruma only stared at her. He popped his gum, "I'll still play in the second half no matter what you say."

"Don't come running back crying when you're all broken." Mamori retorted harshly, "Don't you dare get another injury."

"And if I do?" he dared ask her.

"I'll personally send you to hell." She said as she tied his bandage a little too tighter.

"OI, you fucking manager!" he told her, "Quit that."

"I'm not doing anything." She pursed her lips, continuing her job.

The referee blew the whistle once more, signaling the players, managers, coaches and audience that the second half was to start. Monta locked the clasp of his helmet, looking forward to how his super catches would make them win.

Everyone was fired up. They were going to win. They should!

Looking back at his beloved Mamori, Monta saw something that he swore he would forget: Mamori was holding on to Hiruma's hand and clutched it tightly.

It was a coincidence. Surely it must be. There was no way that his kind and beloved Mamori would fall for someone as scary and violent as Hiruma.

Raimon Tarou was definitely in denial.

"SE-NA!" Suzuna shouted as she skated towards the famous Eyeshield 21 of Deimon Devilbats. She flung her arms around him, crying.

They did it. They definitely did it.

"Oi, Suzuna… y-you don't have to cry…" Sena stuttered, but he knew how it felt. He felt like he was going to explode in the mixed emotions that he had. But Suzuna continued to shed tears. He smiled to his self, as he patted her on the head, "Mou, Suzuna. It's alright now."

He looked around and found his teammates. They looked tired, exhausted, but he could feel that the feeling was overwhelming them…

Everyone in the stadium clapped, their applause was louder than anything that Sena had heard. They probably did very well in the game, after all…

Sena and Suzuna held hands as they walked back to the bench, excited. Their eyes then flew to the figure on the bench, lying. Mamori was tending once more on their commander from hell.

Sacked thrice, almost got killed by that monster twice. For such a thin body as Hiruma's, it was a miracle that he was able to hold on until the last minute of the game.

"Mamo-nee, how's…" Suzuna stopped talking as they saw Mamori nursing Hiruma in silence. They were used in seeing them argue every now and then that whenever they don't end up bringing out their weapons of mass destruction, it scared them.

"You look like someone fucking died." They heard Hiruma say, he stared at them with his sharp eyes. Suzuna cried again.

"YOU-NII!" she wailed as she went near Hiruma's side.

"What are you fucking crying for? I'm not a fucking corpse." He snarled at the younger girl.

"Hiruma-san, you're fine." Sena said, feeling a little relieved. Hiruma rolled his eyes, "What do you think of me? A fucking wuss?" Mamori tightened her pull on the tapes again, making Hiruma flinch, "Watch what you're doing, fucking wife."

'Fucking wife?!' Sena's eyes popped out, while Suzuna's antenna was brought back to life, "Ya?! Ya?"

"If you have the strength to speak those awful words then I shouldn't be nursing you anymore. I'll go help Kurita-kun." Mamori stood up, only to be stopped by Hiruma's long fingers. He grabbed her by the wrist.

"Who said you could fucking leave?" he said, "I still have to talk about the next match."

It was Mamori's turn to roll her eyes, "You idiot. You almost got killed, and all you think about it the next match!"

"Much better than thinking fucking unnecessary thoughts, besides-" Hiruma sat up, "I'm getting tired of just being bandaged. The fucking brats almost failed in that last kick…"

"Then you should start thinking of a way to get yourself to heal faster."

Sena and Suzuna looked at each other as the couple before them started their usual routine of biting each other's head off every now and then. It was much better than seeing Hiruma half-dead and a worried Mamori.

"Ne, Suzuna…"

"What?"

"Do you think… Mamori-neechan and Hiruma-san…"

"Ho ho ho! You're interested in their love life, aren't you, Sena?" she nudged him on the ribs. Sena looked at Suzuna and said, "Yeah. I think."

She gave him a surprised look, but then went back to normal, "We'll see, I think, it's just a matter of time, you know."

"?"

10:29 am.

Mamori sighed as she checked her watch again; wearing a simple white dress, a white coat, and black flats, she waited for him. He told her that they were going to watch their opponent's match today.

"That idiot, he's not even okay yet." She muttered, feeling a little impatient. It had only been three days since their last match, and he had called her just last night.

The stench of gunpowder that diffused in the air and the horrified looks of the people around were the sign that the person she was waiting for had already arrived.

"Exactly fucking 10:30." He said with a pop of gum. Hiruma arrived, his all black attire clashed with Mamori's white ones. His M98 did not help lower his frightening aura either, "Since when have you been waiting, fucking wife?"

"Just five minutes ago." Answered Mamori, "It would be better to go earlier than be late."

"Kekeke. As expected from the discipline committee officer, very punctual." He cackled, making his statement almost a mockery of Mamori's position in school.

Mamori shook her head. If Hiruma was a normal person, she would've kicked him in the shins, or at least poke his ribs so that he'll writhe in pain, but from experience, he was the least to be affected by such (at least on the outside).

"Who are we watching then?" she asked, taking a pad of paper and a pen as they walked towards the bus, "And why are we walking…?"

"The fucking nosy witch and her newly found accomplice-"

"I get Yueno being, uh, the witch… but accomplice?" she looked at him with a puzzled look. He gave her a brow, and even without talking, she said, "Ah. Suzuna-chan."

"They'll sure think about another strange scheme." He said.

"Sure runs in the family then." Mamori commented.

"What?" he arched a brow. Mamori continued, "Schemers. Your surrogate sister seems to have gotten the virus too."

"Kekekeke. At least she's using her brain, fucking wife." He popped a block of sugarless gum into his mouth.

"You're enjoying calling me wife." She noted.

"Oh? How about 'my fucking wife'?" he grinned ear to ear, "Just in case people didn't know."

Mamori blushed a hundred times darker than she usually does, "C-cut it out, Hiruma-kun, besides, I'm not your girlfriend."

Hiruma stopped on his mid-chew for a bit, and continued. Mamori took the schedule for the matches, and furrowed her brows, "Hiruma-kun?"

"What?"

"Where are we going?" she asked. Hiruma did not reply. At least not until they got to where they were supposed to; Mamori said, "You lied."

"Oh, did I?" he grinned evilly. "I did tell you that we'll watch the game, but I didn't say that we'll watch it today."

"Same day, different dates. Very clever, or should I say, I was tricked." She said as they entered the place. A thought then entered in Mamori's mind. She looked questioningly at Hiruma, "Is this a date?"

He did not answer and continued on walking.

"So that was why you told me to be on my best casual wear then." She said, catching up to Hiruma. "Why didn't you just say that…" Mamori sighed.

He was probably having problems asking her out on a date, as he did not seem to be the type of person who shows his happiness in a non-destructive manner. Mamori smiled.

"Amazingly sweet for a person like you, Youichi." She said as she purposely brushed her hand with his. Her smile widened as Hiruma caught her hand, and held it.

"Just for today." Hiruma said.

"So… does this mean that…?"

"Something like that."

"… when will we tell them?"

"Saa."

Mamori smiled, as her own gears began to scheme.

Anezaki Mamori was the most useful girl he had met in his entire life.

She was smart, which was good because it meant that he could use her fucking brains when it comes to analyzing the fucking opponents' data; she also took care of the fucking brats, which meant that he didn't need to look for someone who would. She was also passionate on the things that she loved doing and was always good at anything… well, except perhaps for her fucking sorry excuse for art. They were fucking hideous. Worse than a fucking pre-schooler. Her unusual greediness for creampuffs did not help her, but it did help him, because he was able to coerce her into his usual bidding with that and her picture in a cheerleader's outfit.

There was one thing he didn't take into consideration when he tricked her into being the Devilbats' manager.

That he was… never mind that.

"Hiruma-kun!" he heard her shout as he teased her about creampuffs once more. She just couldn't let it die, could she?

"Kekeke. It's fucking true, you're a gluttonous discipline committee officer who couldn't keep her hands off the sweets."

"Ugh! Stop it." She pouted as a blush crept on her face. He continued on prodding her until she had had enough and chased him with her fucking broom. The remaining Devilbats on the field watched in wary as the commander from hell unleashed his M98.

He did not want to admit it, but he had been walking the fucking wifey home. Sometimes, she was dragging him everywhere, sometimes, they were just walking around, killing off time. Most of the time, they were talking about the next plans for the game, looking for cleats, and new equipments. Mostly about American football.

It was rare that they talked about things outside American football. Extremely rare. But he knew she understood that it was the most important thing.

For now.

Another thing Mamori amuses him with was the fact that she was rather unpredictable, very much like yours truly.

One of those times…?

"You're such…! ARGH!" Mamori rolled her eyes as she went back to her usual duties as a manager, and finally ignored his poke and prod about her being such a gluttonous monster.

At least he thought so.

When he was about to give off his final blow at the fucking manager, she turned to him as if she had felt that he was going to say something big. She glared at him. Hiruma raised a brow, wondering what she was up to.

"Hiruma-kun." She said, her lips pursed. She walked up to him, "You know what?"

Mamori pulled his collar towards her. And she kissed him. On the lips. She hissed, "Shut up."

It was the REAL end of the world. The world had stopped revolving around the sun. Everything was in chaos. Monta, Kumosubi and Ishimaru fainted, their mouths foaming, the Huh-Kyoudai had finally said their loudest and most nerve-wracking huh-ritual, Yukimitsu's eyes almost popped out, Taki's mouth gaped open, Kurita felt the weight of the whole world on his houlders, Sena stared at the sight.

Musashi said, "So Anezaki's that kind of girl…"

Students who had seen the unsightly scene had their torches snatched by the corpse retriever(8). There were some who had began confessing their crimes and sins in public, while others fainted. Shoujo no fail formula indeed.

Hiruma almost felt his jaw drop to the ground. He knew she was the first person stupid enough to resist his power, and that she was the first ever girl that did not bend to his will.

Now she held the position of being the stupidest girl who had ever lived.

"O-oi! What was that for?!" Hiruma snarled at her. He licked his lips, and stopped, "So it's strawberry now. Last time it was cherry… wait, that's not my point, you fucking manager! What's your fucking problem?!" he chased her as she walked to their clubhouse.

"I don't have any." She raised her nose in the air as she entered the clubhouse and watched the recorded match of their next opponents. She continued on her managerial job, "I'm just tired of always hiding from people. That's all."

"Fucking manager, do you know what you're getting into?" he hissed. Mamori looked at him and answered in a straight face, "Yes. I told you didn't I, I'll stay by your side, whether you like it or you like it."

Hiruma then saw the tinge of pink on her cheeks. It was embarrassing all right.

"You fucking fucking manager." He grinned, "Don't you dare think what you did won't have a fucking effect on the team."

"Well, if you're talking about Monta-kun…"

"Che. Who cares about the fucking monkey-"

"That's rude."

"Of course it is."

"Well, that would mean that maybe he'll either stay away from me or try to out-cool you." She replied, "Either way, it would be good."

"What if he fucking leaves the team, what will you do?"

"He won't." Mamori said, "After all, Sena is still in the team."

"What about your fucking reputation? I thought you cared-" he raised a brow.

She only smiled, "Of course I do. I won't tell you why it would be better that way though."

"Are you drunk?" Hiruma asked her as they now watched the game. Boos, cheers, and whistle blows rang in their ears.

"Of course not, why are you asking that?"

"Just checking… are you sure you're not?"

"You're annoying, Youichi." She said, shaking her head. It was just then that Hiruma noticed something.

He grinned his usual Hiruma smile and walked to the door, "Oi fucking wifey."

"I know I really shouldn't be glad that you're calling me like that, but what is it?" she said. The lights went out, "Eh?! Was there a schedule for a black out?"

"Nope." Hiruma replied, "I closed the fucking lights." Hiruma heard her hitch a breath. "We always get interrupted, didn't you notice?"

"Youichi! Stop that!" he heard her say. But he just laughed. Now that everyone knew…

The door closed.

(1) Ishimaru – I'm so sorry, Ishimaru-kun. I just can't get your perspective right.

(2) Kumosubi – sorry, I can't help but to put his powerful Go language that can only be understood by powerful manly men… Kekekeke. This was the part that I enjoyed making, hopefully you didn't get bored. (dies if you did)

(3) Taki – I KNOW. I'm awful to Taki. I KNOW. TAKI FANS, PLEASE DON'T KILL ME.

(4) THESE GAMES ARE NOT MINE. DISCLAIMER. I DO NOT OWN THEM.

(5) This of course is an exaggeration. I have no idea whether he thinks that way, nor does it mirror my thinking of shoujo. I'm a big shoujo fan who loves sappy and happy endings, as long as they're logical. (That's why I can't stomach HP's Epilogue "Nineteen Years Later"

(6) I do not own Hana Yori Dango nor its characters, I just mentioned them, because I think it's the best example of that, especially since there was this Tsukasa-Tsukushi war before they became girlfriend-boyfriend.

(7) Hiruma said this one in a match, but I can't remember who he was talking to.

(8) See Shakugan no Shana. Term corpse retriever is NOT MINE.

(9) WHOA. At last finished. Let's just pretend that Hiruma-kun is sick when I wrote this fanfiction. Kekekeke. (Toshi-kun was right, I made everyone terrible OOCs… nooooo…)

A/N Part 2: And the complaints of Hiruma and Mamori not doing anything else in the train is because… there's nothing else to write on if I made it that way. Kekeke.

I feel so stupid. You know why? I slept at 4 in the morning because I tried finishing the old version of this chapter. I did. But in the end, I ended up doing another version. UGH. I feel stupid. GR!

I immediately start writing a chapter right after I post the previous one in I rarely make polls and believe it or not, I usually don't have enough money to go to an internet café and surf the net (coughispoorcough), so I really have no idea what the reader likes/wants… but yeah, I know I pulled one with Yueno being Hiruma's aunt.

It was kinda surprising, don't worry, it surprised me too, since I first wrote her to be Hiruma's younger sis, but it would be boring if it was like that, so I suddenly decided that –woof- she's Hiruma's aunt, who's younger than him. (I think that's possible, and, I think, as far as I remembered, I began writing her as his aunt around… chapter… 9 or 10)

I really didn't think there are canon yaoi in Eyeshield 21 aside from Takami/Sakuraba (gawd, the anime did NOT help, it screamed TakaSaku even more). But on my fifth rereading, I could say that Hiruma/Musashi, Huh-Kyoudai threesome, Sena/Monta, and Homer/Panther are all canon yaoi. OMG for me to say this, since I really don't like yaoi that much. (I could only tolerate it up to a degree, since I could ship Harry/Draco and Harry/Tom/Voldemort… but CLAMP overdoes yaoi, right now, I can't read TRC without rolling my eyes. SPOILER: My beloved Kurogane is a gay, and KuroFai is now like supercanon, and I still can't have the stomach to love it…)

NOTES TO MY BELOVED REVIEWERS:

zoofreak: Madaming authors na Filipino dito sa naglipana, at ang nakakatuwa, madami sa kanila ang magaling magsulat! YAY! Ang sipag mong gumawa ng review. Wow. Laging mahaba!

ASM: I'm really wondering about your name if it's Albus Severus Malfoy. Sorry, I just can't help thinking it's like that, you know, Harry Potter fan-slash-addict-slash-HPslashlover.

nekosaru: I've always been wondering about your reviews. Nothing, it's just…

abbys: I'm moved by your review. Thank you.

devil cat07: I love your fanfiction, "Rain", and sorry, I've put a review on the wrong page. (Atashi wa baka, baka, baka)

Scrunchy: Hiruma-sama's chibi is really cute! (dies) (resurrects) No wonder he's still topping Eyeshield 21 most favorite character! (although I have a strange feeling that Gaou will snatch it away from my, I mean, our, I mean, Mamori's beloved Hiruma.