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Stalker
Featuring: Hiruma Youichi & Anezaki Mamori
Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21
CHAPTER 8 – A TRUE HERO, A TRUE VILLAN
Creek… Bang
Mamori jumped as she heard the door of the rooftop close, right after she had closed it. Thinking that it was the infamous devil of Deimon High, she placed her hands on her hip, ready to question him. Instead, to her surprise, it was a tall, slim boy with thin wired glasses. The boy was so thin that he could have been against the wall and no one would have noticed him.
"Umm… excuse me, but who are you," Mamori asked after a long moment of silence. There was something creepy about the boy who stood in front of her. It was like he was watching her every move. Was it the wind that was blowing at the roof top or the boy's gaze that created goose bumps on her arms?
"Umm…" Mamori tried again. This time, the boy answered, "My name is Jimimaru Kimo, age 18, Class 3-A."
Mamori blinked. "Why didn't I notice this boy in my homeroom before," Mamori wondered to herself.
"Err… umm… I'm Anezaki Mamori, 17 years old. Umm… sorry that I didn't notice you in my homeroom before," Mamori stated. The distance between the two was somewhat far away, but Mamori liked it better that way. Her instinct told her that the boy in front of her, Jimimaru Kimo, was dangerous. Just like how she felt when she had first encountered Kondo Agon.
"Oh… no… it's fine, Mamori-chan. But I think it's time we get to know each other, now," Jimimaru Kimo smiled at Mamori. The only thing that Mamori could do was step back as he started walking toward her. Why was he calling her familiarly with the "-chan" suffix? Wasn't this their first encounter?
"Mamori-chan, you don't have to be afraid of me. I'm nothing like that vulgar, impudent devil. I won't hurt you. I'm actually here to save you. I know a way to exorcise that devil," the boy grinned creepily as Mamori's sapphire blue eyes widened. The words "exorcise" and "devil" rang inside her ears. A gasp escaped her. As slow as she usually took to figure obvious things out, this time, Mamori wasn't as oblivious.
"Y-you're the one w-who sent those letters," Mamori stuttered as she backed away some more.
"Of course. Who else would think of such a romantic idea," Jimimaru grinned.
"U-umm… t-thank you, b-but I c-can't accept…" Mamori stuttered, but Jimimaru interrupted her. "It's that devil's fault right. He's probably blackmailing you too, like the rest of the school staff. It's okay Mamori-chan. I'll be your hero. I'll be your knight in shining armors."
Mamori bit her lip nervously. The boy in front of her was psycho. He didn't understand that Hiruma Youichi and she were just friends.
"But, umm… Jimimaru-san. Uh… Hiruma-kun and I are just friends. So he's not blackmailing me or anything. I'm just really not interested in a relationship, right now," Mamori tried to explain as calmly as possible.
"Mamori-chan, you don't need to hide it. I've watched you for three years. For three years, I've watched how you were. You're kind to your friends, the teacher staff, and other students. You're like an angel: sweet and pure. Hiruma Youichi has always been Hiruma Youichi. From the first year in our high school till this day, he's only a vulgar devil: a trash. That guy doesn't deserve someone like you. He makes you work so much for that good for nothing football team. Sure, you guys made it to Christmas Bowl, because of that Eyeshield 21. But sports are just a waste of time. I'll never get why that Yukimitsu Manabu entered the football team in his second year. It's just stupid. All you need in life is good grades. Other than that, nothing matters."
Mamori was no longer forcing out a smile on her face. An angry scowl was on her face as she listened to Jimimaru Kimo. "He doesn't understand how much football means to them," Mamori thought to herself as she clenched her fist into a tight ball.
"I don't think that getting good grades are the most important thing," Mamori stated, after a while. Jimimaru, still oblivious that he had angered Mamori, continued, "I know. It's you, who's more important than getting good grades. With your beauty and smartness, and my smartness, we would make perfect babies. That's why I think you and I should go out. I'll deal with the devil, so you don't have to worry about him."
Mamori shook her head. "Jimimaru-san, Hiruma-kun isn't a devil. He's more devoted to his job than anything. He'll conduct the Deimon Devil Bats in any condition. He'll never give up. He might speak vulgar language and he might blackmail people sometimes, but he's always thinking of his team. He carries a burden of responsibilities on his shoulders."
"Mamori-chan, you give that devil too much credit. It's as if you've fallen in love with him or something," Jimimaru laughed arrogantly at Mamori's speech about Hiruma Youichi. "Hiruma Youichicarrying a burden of responsibilities on his shoulders? Impossible," Jimimaru thought to himself. But his laughter stopped as he noticed the faint pink blush on his angel's cheeks. It couldn't be possible… could it? His angel, Anezaki Mamori, had fallen in love with Deimon's devil?
"Don't tell me you find that demon attractive," Jimimaru scoffed. But Mamori didn't answer him, only her cheeks blushing into a shade of darker pink.
"Impossible," Jimimaru exclaimed with rage. He was about to grab the girl's shoulder and shake her till her sanity returned, only to be interrupted by a loud, high pitched squeal coming for a microphone.
Hiruma blushed slightly as he listened to the conversation on the rooftop through his earphones. It was a good thing he had set up a recording machine on the rooftop. "Shucks, that fucking managers admitted her feelings out loud before I could confess to her," Hiruma thought to himself as he leaned against the closed door of the rooftop.
But as soon as Hiruma heard Jimimaru's change of tone when he asked, "don't tell me you find that demon attractive", it was time to start his devil plan. Whipping out his phone, the blonde devil texted the poor announcing club members, who were ready on their toes for Hiruma's orders.
After Jimimaru exclaimed "impossible", a loud screech filled the air as Hiruma's recorded voice started.
"Ya-ha, fucking people! I, Hiruma Youichi, have a fucking announcement," his voice rang through the speakers.
"This fucking announcement is a fucking warning to you, people! I fucking hate it when you, fucking idiots, touch my fucking property so listen real carefully. Anezaki Mamori is one of my fucking properties now! Dare to lay one fucking finger on her, and I'll send you down to the bottom of hell! YA-HA!" After his voice, the sound of his guns shooting echoed aloud.
Hiruma grinned demonically. He would praise those fucking members, later. Now was the time to face that fucking creeper who was trying to assault his property.
A sigh of relief escaped Mamori's lips as Hiruma's voice suddenly echoed from the speakers. It was always in time of the most hopeless, deadly cases that Hiruma would somehow come to the rescue. Like the time he had went in front of her to protect her from Rikiya Gaou's impulsive breakdown.
But she couldn't help, but show her surprised look as she heard her name. Wait, what? When did Mamori suddenly become part of Hiruma Youichi's property?
Suddenly, the rooftop door was kicked open, revealing the crackling, infamous devil.
"Oi, fucking stalker, did you hear that," Hiruma Youichi shouted his infamous grin as he walked towards the two with a machine gun cocked in one arm. Jimimaru Kimo shuddered quietly, staring at the blonde demon through his glasses. Those sharp canine teeth that glinted in the sun and those beady emerald eyes with the look of a predator, everything about Hiruma Youichi made Jimimaru want to scream and run away. "But now, I mustn't. I have to be Mamori's hero," Jimimaru reminded himself as he stood firmly, near his beloved Anezaki Mamori.
"Fucking stalker, one more step closer to her, and you'll be opening the doors to hell," Hiruma warned. Jimimaru Kimo rolled his eyes and scoffed, "What kind of hell would you be talking about?"
"Ke ke ke, you're quite braver than I thought. You aren't scared of this gun," Hiruma asked as he raised the gun.
"Of course not. Why would I be scared of your gun when I can exorcise you," Jimimaru Kimo stated as he took out a piece of notepaper from his pocket. "According to my research…"
A yawn escaped from Anezaki Mamori's mouth as she stood at the rooftop listening to the boy in front of her. He was probably talking about his research on devils and exorcism for an hour, or so it felt like. Hiruma Youichi chewed his bubble gum, tapping his feet impatiently. But suddenly he thought, "Fuck this, I don't have time for that fucking stalker's talk."
With that, Hiruma Youichi started shooting at Jimimaru Kimo's feet.
"Ah… help me mommy," Jimimaru Kimo squealed, only stop when he realized his biggest mistake. Jimimaru Kimo had revealed his deepest darkest secret. His obsession for Mamori wasn't his deepest darkest secret. It was the fact that he was a mommy's boy! He had the world's biggest mother complex ever. Jimimaru Kimo couldn't live a day without his mom.
"Ke ke ke, fucking creeper. You thought you could exorcise me? Impossible. Now that I have this," Hiruma stated, waving his cell phone with Jimimaru's girly scream, "I think you should back down."
"Hmph, I'm not afraid," Jimimaru huffed, feigning to sound brave and careless, but he couldn't help but stare at the cell phone.
"Oh, so it's okay if I have the announcing club air this recording along with your other secrets," Hiruma Youichi crackled with a demonic smirk. Jimimaru and Hiruma stared at each other for a minute. But in just one minute, Jimimaru tossed the piece of notepaper away and scurried off. "I promise I won't bother Anezaki Mamori-san ever again," he shouted as he ran away.
"Umm… arigatou, Hiruma-kun," Mamori stated softly. She wasn't exactly sure what had happened. One moment a weird creepy student had been talking to her, but the minute he met eyes with Hiruma Youichi he seemed to have scurried off. Would this mean that she wouldn't be receiving those creepy messages again?
"Tch, fucking manager, let's go, class is going to start," Hiruma stated with his gun placed away, his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah, coming," Mamori stated following Hiruma Youichi out of the rooftop and down the hallways of school. It was the soft whispers and unwelcoming stares that made Mamori remember Hiruma's speech played from the announcing room.
"Wait, Hiruma-kun, wait do you mean about me being your property," Mamori asked, suddenly.
"Tch," Hiruma sighed, feigning annoyance as he walked back to Mamori, who stood in the middle of the hallway.
"I said you're mine, fucking girlfriend" the blonde hissed into her ear as he grabbed her hand and dragged her to their classroom.
Omake:
How to Exorcise A Devil...
1) Pour Holy Water on them
"Hiruma Youichi, take this," Jimimaru Kimo shouted as he splashed Holy Water at Hiruma.
"Uwaa…. No my powers they're fading…" Hiruma Youichi stated. Everyone stared at the two with their eyes wide open. "Tch, of course I wouldn't die," Hiruma scoffed with his hands inside his pocket.
2) Do the Fire Dance
"Hiruma Youichi, take this," Jimimaru Kimo shouted as he jumped up and down near the walking Hiruma Youichi.
"Mama, what are those two people doing," a random child asked his mom as they watched a creeper jumping around a guy.
"Shh, Shou-chan, don't look at them," the mother says, dragging the child away from the scene.
3) A Kiss from The Angel
"Hiruma Youichi, this is the last option. I thought I wouldn't have to use it, but sorry my beloved Mamori. The time has come for this," Jimimaru Kimo stated gravely as he stared at Hiruma Youichi.
"Go get a kiss from her," Jimimaru ordered. Everyone watching has a sweatdrop.
"Oi, fucking manager, give me a kiss," the blonde devil ordered.
"Eh? Hiruma-kun, what are you talk—" Mamori didn't have the time to finish as Hiruma's lip was placed on top of her lips.
Jimimaru watched the scene at the window of the clubhouse. Chewing on the edge of his handkerchief, he is silently weeping to himself.
Hey everyone! This is the end. Sorry that it's a bit crappy, the next time I write another series, I'll make sure that the ending doesn't become an epic failure. Anyway, thanks so much for reading my story. Check my website every so often because I'll probably have stuff on there before I post stuff on FF.
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