Hello!! This is my FIRST FanFic here. . . I hope I do fine. . . Tsk. . .

WARNING: Hey, it's Hiruma. . .

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters. . . I hope I did, though. . .

There was something missing...

Yes, they on th Christmas Bowl but something was definitely missing...

He had all the fun he ever wanted. More money than he needed and more of everything than he ever asked for... But there would be a small piece in his head that doesn't seem to be contented... He felt alone... He felt... EMPTY.

He ruffled his spiky blonde hair with annoyance. How long has it been since his last haircut? Oh, shit! His dye is wearing out.

In the little clubhouse, only silence filled the room. And the gum he was chewing since this morning lost its flavor already. He stopped typing on his laptop to stretch his arms...

What time is it?, he thought.

He gazed at his watch.

Fuck! 3:30 am?!.

He didn't mind. It's just that he remembered he had to join the press conference the next day.. He wanted to be able to take all the information in... just for the sake of it.

"Hey, why are you still here?", a muscular guy in a mohawk who looked older than what he actually is, eneter the room.

"None of your business, frigging old man...",he said.

"what are you thinking of?"

"nothing.", which was true since nothingness was in his head at the moment.

"you know what your problem is?", Musashi said smugly.

"what?"

"you don't know how to love..."

"ku! you're suddenly an expert in thin, Dr. Love?"

"Nope... But, you really DO need a girlfriend."

His eye twitched and he felt---hot...

Girlfiend, huh?

He turned his head to a picture frame and focused his attention to a brunette with short hair...

Mamori Anezaki.

Girlfriend, huh?

He smiled.

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Okay! I really hate HiruMamo but, I just felt like it...

Why do I hate HiruMamo, you ask?

HIRUMA IS MINE AND ONLY MINE!!!! hEAR THAT, MAMORI? MINE!!!

bUT ANYWAYS... here....