The Fine Line (1st Down)
A/N: It has been a long time since I've really wrote something.
The Fine Line
First Down: Warning
"Yo Boya..." Hiruma stopped mid-step as he heard the nickname. Only one person called him that and she was one of the people he would rather not see.
"You..." He sneered, not even bothering to keep his annoyance in check. "The fuck are you doing here?"
The figure walked out of the shadow. Her green eyes bored onto his as she carefully tucked a strand of black hair behind her slightly pointy ear. "Is that how you greet somebody you have seen in a while?"
"No." He replied. "That's how I greet people who come with fucking bad timing."
She was unfazed by his hostile behaivor. One more reason why he did not like seeing her. She treated him like a five year old throwing a tantrum. "Your clubhouse's bigger."
"Been rennovating."
"How about inviting me in? I have news for you Boya."
He frowned as he unlocked the door. So she had news, even though it ate him to admit it, she did have better sources than he did. "Yeah, whatever."
They entered the clubhouse. The dark-haired woman quickly surveyed the area. Two gleaming trophies sat inside a glass panel at one corner, not a single furniture in disarray. She sniffed the air, deoderizer.
"So I see you already found a useful girl." She said. "Is my little brother already growing up?"
Hiruma felt his eyebrow twitch in irritation. "I don't have time for your fucking comments. So if you have fucking important new just say it so we could go on our separate ways."
The woman sighed. "Still impatient with me, as always. I assumed that it was obvious by now." She paused, as she looked at him. "Grandmama's retuming to Japan."
He visibly blanched. "What? When?"
"Three days from now, my sources say. I can't believe you don't know it."
"I have more fucking important things to think about at the moment."
"Football? Come to think of it, doesn't Deimon regulation forbid third years to participate in clubs anymore?"
"Pulled some strings, I'm fucking coaching."
"Ah... of course. I'm sure you know why she's returning."
"The fucking continuation of our fucking family tree."
"Bingo." She said, as she flicked her black hair casually to the side. "That old woman will do anything to ensure we're not the last ones."
Silence fell between them.
"How long will she staying?'
"Two weeks, three at most. You're almost eighteen now right? You're not safe anymore."
I wasn't even fucking safe three years ago."
She chuckled, dryly. "Believe me, that would nothing compared to what she will do if you don't bring a decent girl now." She looked at him again. "Sure we both have connections but they are nothing compared to hers and Grandmama can be downright scary if she wanted something but I guess you're already aware of that."
"So what are your fucking plans then?"
"Don't have any... I'm engaged."
"Fucking when?"
"Six months ago." She lifted her hand, a three carat diamond ring adorned her finger. "That's what you get for not keeping in touch."
He scoffed. "Who's the fucking-"
The door slid open with a thump. Hiruma's head snapped to the direction of the entrance. A frown formed on his face as he realized who the person was. "Fucking manager."
"I'm sorry." She muttered. "I didn't know you have a guest, I'll return later."
"Stay." He said pointedly. "We're fucking finished here."
The dark-haired woman's eyes darted from the blond quarterback to the auburn-haired girl. "Yes sweetheart don't go. We're finished here."
"Okay then..." The manager said as she stepped to the side.
"But do tell me your name... you're the team manager?"
She smiled. " I used to be... I'm Anezaki Mamori."
"Used to be?"
"Third years aren't allowed to participate in clubs anymore." She replied, almost sadly. " I just help out with the cleaning and some other stuffs, until Hiruma-kun finds another manager."
"Oh..." The woman threw a knowing look at Hiruma. "I'm Megumi. Nice to meet you Mamori-chan." She shifted the bag on her shoulder. "I'll get going then, but Boya remember what I said ,but as far as I can see you don't have to search far for the solution."
His face darkened a bit as she said that. Fucking older sister, with her fucking nonsense. He thought.
" What does she mean?" Mamori asked, while she watched the retreating figure of the older woman.
"Not fucking important." He answered, curtly. "Did you finish editing the videos."
"Yes." She rummaged through her school bag. "Should I leave them here?"
"Watch them with me."
She pouted. "That's against school policy. Mou... when are you getting a real manager anyway? Teachers are asking me why I still hang out here."
"Why don't you fucking like hanging out in here?"
"It's not like that, and you know it."
"Then don't mind those fucking idiots and help me with those videos."
She sighed. "You're so difficult. Just find a new manager already okay?"
He gave a noncommital grunt. Mamori began to place the tape inside the player. "This one's Taiyou."
After a few moments however, he started tuning out. The news about his Grandmother returning plagued his mind, with his sister out of the woods with her engagement, it left him to find a decent girl to act as his girlfriend in the span of two days. Which was easy enough if not for his Grandmother's standards, and it had to be believable.
"Hiruma-kun?"
"Huh?" A worried face entered his line of vision.
"Are you okay?" She asked. "You look out of it."
But as far as I can see you don't have to search far for a solution. The last words of his sister rang in his head. Fuck that woman's always right. He scowled. "Actually there's fucking something."