The Fine Line (2nd Down)
A/N: Man am I glad Megumi-nee is well received hahaha.
The Fine Line
Second Down: Shotgun Proposal
"Pardon?" Mamori asked, confused. Hiruma was not asking what she thought he was asking.
"You heard me crystal clear, fucking manager, I want you to act as my fucking girlfriend."
"Are you crazy!" She exclaimed as she suddenly stood, upsetting the table.
He winced slightly. "Do you want to yell that any louder, so the whole fucking neighborhood could hear!"
"What in the world made you think I'd agree with that?" Mamori rubbed her forehead, an intense headache was starting to form. Act as his girlfriend. What exactly was running in his mind? For the past year and a half people had been speculating that they were an item, that had been bad enough and now, this madman was asking- no more of demanding her to act as his girlfriend.
"Haven't you been listening, I already told you I'm in deep shit."
"No!" She said firmly. " You said you're Grandmother's visiting and then you asked me to act as your girlfriend. And your Grandmother visiting doesn't translate to deep shit for me."
"Well if you actually let me finish the fucking story then you'll probably get it."
She frowned. "Okay, let's hear it then!"
"Like I said, my Grandmother's returning here, and that old woman's obssess with the fucking survival of our bloodline that she won't fucking stop at anything to ensure that we have healthy relationships with the opposite sex."
"We?"
"Me and my fucking sister."
"So Megumi-san's your sister."
"Isn't that fucking obvious? Anyway that fucking woman's safe, she's engaged."
"Oh."
"So that leaves me, and the last time I met up with my fucking Grandmother without any girlfriend and she went berserk. And if what my fucking sister said is true that would be nothing compared to what she will do now."
"Don't tell me you're afraid of you Grandmother?" Mamori asked, somehow she found it funny. The Devil of Deimon afraid of an old lady.
"Scared of my fucking Grandmother? Fuck no. It's her connections that I'm worried about. I might just wake up one day and I'm fucking married to some girl I don't know and there's no way out." He looked at her. "And I don't know about you, fucking manager but I like my freedom."
Mamori remained silent as she tried to process the added information and as she did so only one question entered her mind. "Okay maybe you are in trouble but answer a question first, then I'll think about."
He shrugged. "Shoot."
"Why me?"
"You really have to ask that don't you?" He said.
"Well it is a valid question, now isn't it Hiruma-kun?" She crossed her arms over her chest. "Afterall you can just pick anyone and with that black book of yours I'm sure they'll agree."
He looked dead serious for a moment that a shiver ran down Mamori's spine. "Because don't fucking friends help each other?"
His answer caught her off-guard and something inside her chest skipped. Friends. So they're friends. She swallowed maybe she was overreacting and he was right ,friends do help each other. This was the first time he did ask for help and, would she let him down? There would consequences of course but... She took a deep breath. She knew she would regret it later. She looked at the blond quarterback. "How-how... long?"
"What?"
"I'm asking how long I should act."
"So you'll fucking do it?"
"Yes. Because friends never abandon friends in their time of need."
An all too familiar smirk formed on his face that briefly Mamori thought she was tricked. She was not fooled, right?
"I knew I can fucking count on you." He turned on his heels and reached for the door. " And oh yeah fucking meet me after practice. There's somebody we need to talk to."
She ploped down the chair as he closed the door. What did I put myself into? She thought.
The Fine Line
Second Down: Shotgun Proposal
"Pardon?" Mamori asked, confused. Hiruma was not asking what she thought he was asking.
"You heard me crystal clear, fucking manager, I want you to act as my fucking girlfriend."
"Are you crazy!" She exclaimed as she suddenly stood, upsetting the table.
He winced slightly. "Do you want to yell that any louder, so the whole fucking neighborhood could hear!"
"What in the world made you think I'd agree with that?" Mamori rubbed her forehead, an intense headache was starting to form. Act as his girlfriend. What exactly was running in his mind? For the past year and a half people had been speculating that they were an item, that had been bad enough and now, this madman was asking- no more of demanding her to act as his girlfriend.
"Haven't you been listening, I already told you I'm in deep shit."
"No!" She said firmly. " You said you're Grandmother's visiting and then you asked me to act as your girlfriend. And your Grandmother visiting doesn't translate to deep shit for me."
"Well if you actually let me finish the fucking story then you'll probably get it."
She frowned. "Okay, let's hear it then!"
"Like I said, my Grandmother's returning here, and that old woman's obssess with the fucking survival of our bloodline that she won't fucking stop at anything to ensure that we have healthy relationships with the opposite sex."
"We?"
"Me and my fucking sister."
"So Megumi-san's your sister."
"Isn't that fucking obvious? Anyway that fucking woman's safe, she's engaged."
"Oh."
"So that leaves me, and the last time I met up with my fucking Grandmother without any girlfriend and she went berserk. And if what my fucking sister said is true that would be nothing compared to what she will do now."
"Don't tell me you're afraid of you Grandmother?" Mamori asked, somehow she found it funny. The Devil of Deimon afraid of an old lady.
"Scared of my fucking Grandmother? Fuck no. It's her connections that I'm worried about. I might just wake up one day and I'm fucking married to some girl I don't know and there's no way out." He looked at her. "And I don't know about you, fucking manager but I like my freedom."
Mamori remained silent as she tried to process the added information and as she did so only one question entered her mind. "Okay maybe you are in trouble but answer a question first, then I'll think about."
He shrugged. "Shoot."
"Why me?"
"You really have to ask that don't you?" He said.
"Well it is a valid question, now isn't it Hiruma-kun?" She crossed her arms over her chest. "Afterall you can just pick anyone and with that black book of yours I'm sure they'll agree."
He looked dead serious for a moment that a shiver ran down Mamori's spine. "Because don't fucking friends help each other?"
His answer caught her off-guard and something inside her chest skipped. Friends. So they're friends. She swallowed maybe she was overreacting and he was right ,friends do help each other. This was the first time he did ask for help and, would she let him down? There would consequences of course but... She took a deep breath. She knew she would regret it later. She looked at the blond quarterback. "How-how... long?"
"What?"
"I'm asking how long I should act."
"So you'll fucking do it?"
"Yes. Because friends never abandon friends in their time of need."
An all too familiar smirk formed on his face that briefly Mamori thought she was tricked. She was not fooled, right?
"I knew I can fucking count on you." He turned on his heels and reached for the door. " And oh yeah fucking meet me after practice. There's somebody we need to talk to."
She ploped down the chair as he closed the door. What did I put myself into? She thought.