The man of her dreams: Chapter 6 - Toilet wisdom
This took longer than expected...
title: The man of her dreams
rated: T
summary: In their third year Mamori suddenly finds herself being soppy on a new student. Meanwhile Hiruma has work to do in America. How will he react when he returns?
Toilet wisdom
Mamori did not feel like talking to anyone. Besides, her three girl friends had dates and she didn’t want to spoil their evening. So when she came across the girl’s bathroom she decided that she needed some time alone and locked herself into a cabin. Here she was now, sitting on the toilet seat and trying to get hold of herself. What had she been expecting? That the man of her dreams, to whom she hardly ever spoke, would fell in love with her just like that? That he would adore her like the boys from her so-called fan club? Mamori shook her head slowly and wiped a tear away. No… Sakamoto was popular enough to have his own fan club… Maybe it had just been a matter of time until he chose one of the chicks to have some fun. Maybe he was that kind of guy. She did not know. But what did she actually knew about Sakamoto?
’I am so stupid’ she thought and laughed grimly at herself. Dreaming day after day away, imagining how her crush would see her in her dress, thinking: ‘Gosh, she is beautiful’ and how he would cross the room until he was in front of her, looking deep into her eyes, then lean in to kiss her… She felt a slight pang at this thought. Instead of her Sakamoto had kissed some nightmare-in-pink princess fake.
She sighed deeply. What was wrong with her? All this time she had been dreaming of a guy who actually only existed in her head. Maybe Sakamoto and she didn’t share the same opinions - they might even have nothing in common. She had never thought what would happen after the kiss… stupid girl. But despite all that… she still felt hurt.
The bathroom door opened and she heard some giggling girls spill in. She ignored their talking and shifted on the toilet seat. It was becoming uncomfortable. Absentmindedly, she eyed the wall, regarding the toilet graffiti. There was quite a collection of sayings written down, beside several Sakuraba + and I love Sakuraba scribbles. One said I would go to jail with only boys just to prove I was as tough as you, another one It’s better to learn wisdom late than never to learn it at all. Mamori vaguely wondered why the Members of the Discipline Committee hadn’t done anything against those smearing when she deciphered another one. Some girls take a lifetime to figure out that the man of their dreams is not the man in their heart. She frowned at that one, shifting on the seat again. How would someone not notice-
Clack.
She looked down. Her hand-bag had fallen to the floor, spilling out a small device with a school’s property sticker. Right, the recorder… she was supposed to investigate with Hiruma. Hiruma and his dangerous plan to make students drunk! She hoped he had not put that into action yet. Students could get hurt! Maybe she should go out and search for him to prevent any accidents. She growled irritated at that thought, her reluctance to meet the former quarterback holding her back. Her anger at the blond devil had by now ebbed away but instead she felt a bitter disappointment in him… he had hurt her deeply and she did not get his intentions at all...
Mamori placed her elbows on her knees and rested her face in her hands. She felt exhausted and miserable. Something was not like it was supposed to be, she felt it, but she was unable to put her finger on it… what was wrong with her?
The toilet door opened again and the giggling girls left, suddenly becoming noticeably quiet. Had one of them just gasped? Mamori heard steps coming closer. Someone else had entered the bathroom.
“Are you in here, fucking Anezaki?”
“Hiruma?” Mamori gasped. What on earth…
“Have you found your stupid prince already? We need to start investigating! I gave orders to leave the fucking alcohol outside just to please you, now do your damn part!” an annoyed voice answered her.
“Have you realized that you entered the girl’s bathroom? Get out of here now!” Mamori yelled. She heard his steps coming closer until he stood right in front of the cabin she was hiding in. He stopped and knocked at the door.
“Will you then get out of there now, too? I’m just here to pick you up ‘cause I’m fucking fed up killing time while waiting for you!” Hiruma bad-temperedly gave back. Mamori rolled her eyes at this. He was definitely exaggerating. And what was he even thinking, talking to her like that? That mocking her with the search for the stupid prince would make her go out and help him?
“No, I’m waiting inside here for my knight since the prince turned out to be a frog!” she retorted stubbornly. It was nonsense and she knew it, but she did not want to let him get away with his stupid talking.
She waited for an answer, but there came none. Was he scheming something again? She heard him breathing on the other side of the door. He was still there… but he kept quiet and so did she. Seconds passed and felt like minutes… turning into minutes that felt like hours. She tried to concentrate on his breathing, on the ticking of her watch, on the music from outside…The silence seemed deafening. At last Mamori couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Hiruma…?” she said, bewildered.
“Are you ok?” he suddenly asked in such a serious voice that it startled the girl.
“I don’t know…” she answered truthfully. She had stood up by now and was leaning against the door of the cabin. Her eyes had watered again.
“Fucking woman, if you feel like hiding, use this instead.”
Something flew above the cabin door into the cabin. It was a white knight papier-mâché helmet. Mamori picked it up, too shocked to say anything.
“I would lend you the damn armour too, but if you ask me you shouldn’t hide your fucking beautiful dress.”
Mamori stared at the head gear in her hands, still startled. On impulse she unlocked the door and opened it. In front of her stood the blond ex-quarterback, wearing the same white armour like the other white knights she had seen on the party. Mamori suddenly felt unreal… surreal. This whole party was more and more becoming an accumulation of strangeness… He did not look bad though, somehow the armour suited him… in a weird way. She left out a nervous laugh, then looked up at him, frowning. Why didn’t he carry out his actual plan…? Why was he even wearing a knight outfit? He was grinning, obviously happy with the outcome of his doings. ‘No wonder’, she thought, ‘he finally got me out of the cabin.’
“You should have taken another colour. White doesn’t suit you. Black would be more fitting, you know?” she said teasingly, trying to prevent the situation from becoming more awkward.
“Kekeke, touché!”
Without warning Hiruma came closer...much closer! Mamori felt the heat rising to her cheeks and wondered if it would be too obvious to put on the helmet now to hide her blush. He nearly had closed the gap between them. She tried hard to remain composed, but …gosh, he smelled good! And his eyes… She stared at his face and gulped, looking straight into a pair of greenish blue eyes. ‘It must be because of the bathroom lights that his eyes looked like this...’ she tried to assure herself, reality and imagination swirling through her head and making her dizzy. Anyways, these eyes seemed to devour her right now while they slowly approached her face… Mamori instinctively moved backwards, bumped into the toilet, stumbled and landed hard on the seat. She did not feel the pain though. Her heart hammered hard against her chest as she looked up at the blond devil in front of her. Slowly, Hiruma moved down until his face was at one level with hers. He leaned forward until he was so close that the tip of his nose barely brushed hers. His warm breath sat her face that was still wet from tears on fire (or so it felt). Mamori held her breath in shock and simply gazed at him unbelievingly, her whole face burning. He stayed like that for a moment, then reached down, picked up the recorder from the floor and moved back, grinning.
“Since you don’t feel like helping me, I’ll do the fucking research alone.” He smirked, left the cabin and closed the door. Mamori heard him walk to the bathroom door. It opened and closed.
At last she dared to breathe again. Her heart still felt like it was trying to escape her body and she panted as if she had been running 100miles. She stared at the cabin door that Hiruma had just closed; some girls take a lifetime to figure out that the man of their dreams is not the man in their heart written on it. ‘No way…’ she thought, her heart racing even more.
Her head became light and felt weird, like a ball balancing on a needle, while she questioned herself over and over again. Was it possible that she was in love with the blond devil? No way… He was a threatening, cursing demon and they had always been fighting. Although this had gotten better since they were working together. Actually they made a pretty good team. And he was not that bad… he had become like that because he had fought alone for a long time… he was very observing and intelligent, something she admired in him…yeah, she could definitely say that she liked Hiruma. But loving him was something completely different. Ok, she had missed him a little during holidays and when she found out that he would skip classes on their first day of their third year in school she was disappointed and felt let down… but that had not been so bad because she had been dreaming about Sakamoto from that day on. Sakamoto, the fantasy prince she hardly knew…
Mamori straightened her dress to distract herself from these thoughts. She eyed the dark red fabric, unintentionally recalling the recent events. Of everything that had happened, two voices kept ringing in her mind.
“Who ever you want to impress with this dress, it’ll definitely succeed”
“What about it? It’s red. He likes red. He chose that colour for the Devilbats after all”
Her eyes widened. “Oh my…”
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Mamori finally understands why she chose a red dress.
title: The man of her dreams
rated: T
summary: In their third year Mamori suddenly finds herself being soppy on a new student. Meanwhile Hiruma has work to do in America. How will he react when he returns?
Toilet wisdom
Mamori did not feel like talking to anyone. Besides, her three girl friends had dates and she didn’t want to spoil their evening. So when she came across the girl’s bathroom she decided that she needed some time alone and locked herself into a cabin. Here she was now, sitting on the toilet seat and trying to get hold of herself. What had she been expecting? That the man of her dreams, to whom she hardly ever spoke, would fell in love with her just like that? That he would adore her like the boys from her so-called fan club? Mamori shook her head slowly and wiped a tear away. No… Sakamoto was popular enough to have his own fan club… Maybe it had just been a matter of time until he chose one of the chicks to have some fun. Maybe he was that kind of guy. She did not know. But what did she actually knew about Sakamoto?
’I am so stupid’ she thought and laughed grimly at herself. Dreaming day after day away, imagining how her crush would see her in her dress, thinking: ‘Gosh, she is beautiful’ and how he would cross the room until he was in front of her, looking deep into her eyes, then lean in to kiss her… She felt a slight pang at this thought. Instead of her Sakamoto had kissed some nightmare-in-pink princess fake.
She sighed deeply. What was wrong with her? All this time she had been dreaming of a guy who actually only existed in her head. Maybe Sakamoto and she didn’t share the same opinions - they might even have nothing in common. She had never thought what would happen after the kiss… stupid girl. But despite all that… she still felt hurt.
The bathroom door opened and she heard some giggling girls spill in. She ignored their talking and shifted on the toilet seat. It was becoming uncomfortable. Absentmindedly, she eyed the wall, regarding the toilet graffiti. There was quite a collection of sayings written down, beside several Sakuraba + and I love Sakuraba scribbles. One said I would go to jail with only boys just to prove I was as tough as you, another one It’s better to learn wisdom late than never to learn it at all. Mamori vaguely wondered why the Members of the Discipline Committee hadn’t done anything against those smearing when she deciphered another one. Some girls take a lifetime to figure out that the man of their dreams is not the man in their heart. She frowned at that one, shifting on the seat again. How would someone not notice-
Clack.
She looked down. Her hand-bag had fallen to the floor, spilling out a small device with a school’s property sticker. Right, the recorder… she was supposed to investigate with Hiruma. Hiruma and his dangerous plan to make students drunk! She hoped he had not put that into action yet. Students could get hurt! Maybe she should go out and search for him to prevent any accidents. She growled irritated at that thought, her reluctance to meet the former quarterback holding her back. Her anger at the blond devil had by now ebbed away but instead she felt a bitter disappointment in him… he had hurt her deeply and she did not get his intentions at all...
Mamori placed her elbows on her knees and rested her face in her hands. She felt exhausted and miserable. Something was not like it was supposed to be, she felt it, but she was unable to put her finger on it… what was wrong with her?
The toilet door opened again and the giggling girls left, suddenly becoming noticeably quiet. Had one of them just gasped? Mamori heard steps coming closer. Someone else had entered the bathroom.
“Are you in here, fucking Anezaki?”
“Hiruma?” Mamori gasped. What on earth…
“Have you found your stupid prince already? We need to start investigating! I gave orders to leave the fucking alcohol outside just to please you, now do your damn part!” an annoyed voice answered her.
“Have you realized that you entered the girl’s bathroom? Get out of here now!” Mamori yelled. She heard his steps coming closer until he stood right in front of the cabin she was hiding in. He stopped and knocked at the door.
“Will you then get out of there now, too? I’m just here to pick you up ‘cause I’m fucking fed up killing time while waiting for you!” Hiruma bad-temperedly gave back. Mamori rolled her eyes at this. He was definitely exaggerating. And what was he even thinking, talking to her like that? That mocking her with the search for the stupid prince would make her go out and help him?
“No, I’m waiting inside here for my knight since the prince turned out to be a frog!” she retorted stubbornly. It was nonsense and she knew it, but she did not want to let him get away with his stupid talking.
She waited for an answer, but there came none. Was he scheming something again? She heard him breathing on the other side of the door. He was still there… but he kept quiet and so did she. Seconds passed and felt like minutes… turning into minutes that felt like hours. She tried to concentrate on his breathing, on the ticking of her watch, on the music from outside…The silence seemed deafening. At last Mamori couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Hiruma…?” she said, bewildered.
“Are you ok?” he suddenly asked in such a serious voice that it startled the girl.
“I don’t know…” she answered truthfully. She had stood up by now and was leaning against the door of the cabin. Her eyes had watered again.
“Fucking woman, if you feel like hiding, use this instead.”
Something flew above the cabin door into the cabin. It was a white knight papier-mâché helmet. Mamori picked it up, too shocked to say anything.
“I would lend you the damn armour too, but if you ask me you shouldn’t hide your fucking beautiful dress.”
Mamori stared at the head gear in her hands, still startled. On impulse she unlocked the door and opened it. In front of her stood the blond ex-quarterback, wearing the same white armour like the other white knights she had seen on the party. Mamori suddenly felt unreal… surreal. This whole party was more and more becoming an accumulation of strangeness… He did not look bad though, somehow the armour suited him… in a weird way. She left out a nervous laugh, then looked up at him, frowning. Why didn’t he carry out his actual plan…? Why was he even wearing a knight outfit? He was grinning, obviously happy with the outcome of his doings. ‘No wonder’, she thought, ‘he finally got me out of the cabin.’
“You should have taken another colour. White doesn’t suit you. Black would be more fitting, you know?” she said teasingly, trying to prevent the situation from becoming more awkward.
“Kekeke, touché!”
Without warning Hiruma came closer...much closer! Mamori felt the heat rising to her cheeks and wondered if it would be too obvious to put on the helmet now to hide her blush. He nearly had closed the gap between them. She tried hard to remain composed, but …gosh, he smelled good! And his eyes… She stared at his face and gulped, looking straight into a pair of greenish blue eyes. ‘It must be because of the bathroom lights that his eyes looked like this...’ she tried to assure herself, reality and imagination swirling through her head and making her dizzy. Anyways, these eyes seemed to devour her right now while they slowly approached her face… Mamori instinctively moved backwards, bumped into the toilet, stumbled and landed hard on the seat. She did not feel the pain though. Her heart hammered hard against her chest as she looked up at the blond devil in front of her. Slowly, Hiruma moved down until his face was at one level with hers. He leaned forward until he was so close that the tip of his nose barely brushed hers. His warm breath sat her face that was still wet from tears on fire (or so it felt). Mamori held her breath in shock and simply gazed at him unbelievingly, her whole face burning. He stayed like that for a moment, then reached down, picked up the recorder from the floor and moved back, grinning.
“Since you don’t feel like helping me, I’ll do the fucking research alone.” He smirked, left the cabin and closed the door. Mamori heard him walk to the bathroom door. It opened and closed.
At last she dared to breathe again. Her heart still felt like it was trying to escape her body and she panted as if she had been running 100miles. She stared at the cabin door that Hiruma had just closed; some girls take a lifetime to figure out that the man of their dreams is not the man in their heart written on it. ‘No way…’ she thought, her heart racing even more.
Her head became light and felt weird, like a ball balancing on a needle, while she questioned herself over and over again. Was it possible that she was in love with the blond devil? No way… He was a threatening, cursing demon and they had always been fighting. Although this had gotten better since they were working together. Actually they made a pretty good team. And he was not that bad… he had become like that because he had fought alone for a long time… he was very observing and intelligent, something she admired in him…yeah, she could definitely say that she liked Hiruma. But loving him was something completely different. Ok, she had missed him a little during holidays and when she found out that he would skip classes on their first day of their third year in school she was disappointed and felt let down… but that had not been so bad because she had been dreaming about Sakamoto from that day on. Sakamoto, the fantasy prince she hardly knew…
Mamori straightened her dress to distract herself from these thoughts. She eyed the dark red fabric, unintentionally recalling the recent events. Of everything that had happened, two voices kept ringing in her mind.
“Who ever you want to impress with this dress, it’ll definitely succeed”
“What about it? It’s red. He likes red. He chose that colour for the Devilbats after all”
Her eyes widened. “Oh my…”
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Mamori finally understands why she chose a red dress.