Made: 21 June, 2009
Rate: T for Hiruma's potty-mouth.
Genre: Romance
Pairing: HiruMamo
Author's Note: I've decided to post my fics here. I have lots if you want to read more, just click on my Fanfiction.net link! 
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The players of Deimon Devilbats are working hard for the next match, even the manager, Mamori Anezaki, is working hard too; thinking for the next game plans, make a training schedule, taking care of the players and the famous quarterback, Hiruma Youichi, the most feared man in the school – or maybe Earth – and the most troublesome person she ever met. He’s so crude and vulgar, rude and evil, but somehow she got attracted to this certain devil.
And now they’re on their four months relationships.
No one really knows except for the players in the club. No one really asked – or dare to ask – because their fear of the devil. No one actually wanted to know the real truth too – they’re just curious, but curiosity killed the cat, ne? And no one really knows if it's real or just some gossip. There are only one way to find out… ask the players of Deimon Devilbats!
But of course, no one dares to answer their questions or they’ll be dead.
“Come on! Get your ass back to the field and do ten laps!” Hiruma yelled as he shoots them as they all stumble back to the field. Mamori could only shake her head when she heard lots of “Ya-Ha!!” from the field. She sighed and then decided to take out the water bottles for the team, since they will be exhausted when they’re back. But her tracks stopped when she sees Hiruma’s laptop is opened, revealing some data and a glimpse of weird texts – something like a poem or story – before a hand close the laptop.
He sneered, “What are you looking at, fucking manager?”
“Why do you care?” She asked back casually as she puts some bottle on the table. She’s now used to his foul words, since now she knows the real Hiruma. Although there’s still much more truth and secrets to be revealed.
“Tch,” He took a bottle and drinks it. “So, did you bring the fucking notebook?”
“Here it is,” She gave him a black notebook full of scribbles about game plans and tactics. There are some dots and arrows, lots of it. Hiruma gave a grin at the manager and then starts to flips some pages and the next thing he do is burned it. His grin became wider (A/N: Again, LIKE THAT’S POSSIBLE!) and then he started to type on his laptop while chewing a gum out of nowhere.
“Are the others finished?” Mamori asked and she only gets a nod as Hiruma keeps typing with his wicked grin’s on. Mamori sigh, sometimes I don’t feel anything changed between us. She grabs some water bottles and then walks outside, ready to give them to the exhausted players.
To Be Continued.. (go to the next page)
