The Devil's Angel

The Devil's Angel
Chapter I
Creampuffs



It was the first day of school. Her first day of being a third year. The auburn haired girl inhaled the fresh breeze that played with her hair. She was standing just outside of the entrance of Deimon High School, in the middle of the crowd that was in front of the list of students that had made it to the next year. Of course she was one of those students, but she wanted to check which class she was in. Lost in thoughts and trying to see the list, she didn't notice the tall figure beside her.

“Kekeke...” Mamori heard a familiar laugh, and couldn't help but smile, stopping the effort to see the list. During the winter break, she kind of missed that.

“What's so funny, Hiruma-kun?” And turned to look at him, with her lips pursed into a smile. She was predicting that something offensive was going to come out of his mouth after she said that. He looked at her, with that devilish grin he always had.

“We're in the same class.” He sounded amused, now holding a piece of sugar-free hum near his mouth. Still looking at him, she opened her mouth to answer, but he just turned and walked away from her, leaving her there standing alone. She wondered why he even bothered to help her, if he was just going to walk away like that.

Mamori decided to follow him, curious and wanting to see how he was, but she heard someone calling her name. Looking behind her, she saw two of her friends waving: Chizu and Kimiko. Chizu had brown short hair, while Kimiko had beautiful and long black hair. The quarterback was quickly forgotten as she went towards them.

Her third year started casually, just like the previous years. Opening ceremony, some new student introductions, lunch... Only that something was definitely different, and she already knew what it was.

“Aww, Mamori's bento is always so tidy and well made!” Chizu, one of her friends, whined, looking at Mamori's lunch that was made perfectly. Mamori laughed at the compliment, happy and proud of her work. Holding her chopsticks in her hand, unaware of what she was doing, she drifted her eyes over to the blond quarterback. He was sitting at his table with his laptop, and she wondered what he would have for lunch. He was probably going to buy food when he finished using it.

Mamori's eyebrows turned into a frown. She was starting to get worried, but realized that it wasn't any of her business anymore. She had nothing to do with him now. Absolutely nothing. After all, both her and Hiruma weren't going to be in the Devil Bats. She sighed, and lowered her head to stare her bento, because despite that, she was still worrying about him.

“Mamori?” Chizu called her out. “What's wrong?” Mamori widened her eyes, noticing she drifted away and quickly turned back to reality. She put one of her hands over her mouth, being polite, and laughed awkwardly.

“Oh! Nothing, nothing.” Mamori gave her friend a fake smile, trying to avoid a conversation about her thoughts. It would be a problem if she talked about it, and she wasn't even certain herself about how she felt about it yet.

“Eeh? But you were looking at the devil with a sad face about a minute ago!” One of the other girls, Kimiko, pointed out, in an accusing tone.

“Yeah! You're still scared of him, aren't you?” Chizu agreed and added, Mamori turned back to her, unable to respond, her eyebrows lifted up in surprise. “But don't worry, this year you don't have extracurricular activities, so you don't have to go to that American Football club again!”

“And you don't need to follow that devil's orders either!” Kimiko complemented, agreeing with her friend, a small laugh came after she said that. “You know I thought you had a crush on him?” Chizu, on the other side of the table, started to laugh along on how absurd that sounded.

Mamori sat there, with her chopsticks in her hand, speechless. Her expression was still of surprise, but inside she was falling apart. They would never know how much that meant to her, and she would never be able to explain how much it was. Just by hearing that, it hurt and pained her deeply. She looked down towards her bento one more time.

“Well...” Decided to talk, she looked back to them, mumbling off her first words. All eyes were on her, and realizing that made her nervous. “He isn't that bad...” What was she saying? “I meant to say: it wasn't that bad.” She corrected herself quickly, blushing.

“Wasn't that bad, are you kidding?” Chizu asked in disbelief.

And then Mamori's face lightened up, a true smile formed on her lips. She looked away, losing herself in thoughts one more time. “It was fun, actually... Really fun.”

She was going to miss it. Miss all of it very much. She would always watch the games, cheer for Sena and the others... But it wouldn't be the same thing. The adrenaline would never be the same, since she wasn't going to be the manager and wasn't going to be a member of the Devil Bats. She wouldn't ever be able to help them like she helped Hiruma on the field... Mamori had a sudden urge to cry: her best years were over. She shook her head, thinking about that would be no use, not at that moment, and returned to her conversation with her friends.

Finally at the last class, her teacher dismissed all his students and her first school day ended. She put her stuff back in her bag, saying that her friends could go ahead without her. She needed a time to think, and wasn't in mood for girl talk anymore. She went outside the school building alone. Her thoughts turned back to what she was thinking at lunch, as she looked forwards.

“Hey, fucking manager.” He was the last thing she needed at the moment, hearing his voice call her just as she walked down the front stairs. Interrupting her thoughts, her heart gave a leap surprised, and turned to him. What could he possibly want? “You're going out with me today.” He announced, grinning maliciously.

“W-What?!” She muttered, blood rushing through her cheeks, she couldn't believe what she just heard. He said that, right? He just said she was going out on a date with him, didn't he?

Hiruma laughed hysterically at her reaction, making her incredibly uncomfortable, and blush even more. “Stop thinking shit. We're going to decide our substitutes.” Her heart slowly started beating normally again, and her expression turned to anger. He shouldn't surprise her like that!

“You jerk!” Mamori shouted to him annoyed and still blushing.

“I'll call you later, kekeke.” He laughed as he walked away from her again. Mamori watched him do so and sighed, her hand now rested on her chest. Her heartbeats were normal, but she was still uneasy with what just happened. Her thoughts on her way home were more of why she felt that way when talking to him, and her mood started to get better.


The afternoon passed, and Mamori caught herself getting anxious. Not that she wanted desperately to go out on a date with him, as she said to herself a thousand times, but she was curious to discuss the matters with him, and tried to convince herself merely of this. In the end, she didn't receive a call from him, but received a text message with the time and place. Unfortunately she only had about an hour to get ready.

Seeing that, she rushed towards the bathroom, taking a quick shower. Why didn't he send that earlier!? But it wasn't like she didn't see that coming. Putting on some light makeup, choosing her clothes, she was still deciding what shoe to wear. Her decisions had to be made quickly or she would be late, and she was sure he didn't tolerate bad timing.

'This isn't a date, so I don't need to be so worried...' She was saying to herself so she would calm down, and picking a pair of black sneakers that matched her loose yellow shirt and jeans.

Mamori was worried, but arrived just in time, so she didn't have to hear him complaining about her punctuality. But even so, that made him amused in some sort of way. He looked casual, wearing a dark blue long sleeved shirt, that had somewhat of heavy metal band print on it with dark jeans. She couldn't help to smell his acidly scented cologne and get the feeling that they were on a date, despite what he said. As they walked beside one another, he also noticed that she didn't look bad herself and also smelled good, passing by stores and with their shoes stepping on the sidewalk. Not much was said at the start, with him being quiet, Mamori didn't know what to say.

“Why couldn't we do this at the clubhouse?” She finally asked, curiously. It was useless to ask that, he probably had a good reason not to meet her up at the clubhouse, probably because everyone would eavesdrop, but she still wanted to hear his answer and start a conversation. The silence between them was starting to annoy her.

“Kekeke.” Hiruma laughed, to her surprise. What was so funny? “Afraid your futile friends are going to find out you're with me?” His bubble gum popped as soon as these words came out of his mouth. Mamori's cheeks turned pink.

“They're not futile!” She defended them, trying to ignore the other part of the phrase he just said. The truth is that she actually didn't know what to answer.

“What was that talking during lunch today, then?” Hiruma said, catching her off guard, even though he wasn't even looking in her eyes. She blushed even harder, remembering on what she said during lunch and what her friends said during lunch. He heard them!

“That was...!” Couldn't she formulate an answer?

“Thought so.” He couldn't help it, he enjoyed teasing her too much. His mouth turned into a grin until he laughed in a way only he could. “Kekeke.” He went inside a coffee store down the street, ignoring Mamori's complains on him being a jerk for eavesdropping her girl talk with her friends. As soon as he went inside the coffee store, she followed him inside.

Hiruma drew his eyes at her and sat a table, waiting for her to join him. She sat at his front, still annoyed and avoiding looking at him, so her eyes looked around where they had entered. The place was pretty nice, valuing the white color, with several tables. They were on the one that was exactly beside the huge glass window that gave Hiruma complete view of the street.

Her eyes stopped at the counter, that showed all kinds of sweets they had. There was a huge variations of colors, sizes and types, and she saw... Creampuffs. Involuntarily, her mouth started watering from the desire of eating those sweets. Was that the reason he brought her there?

“May I take your orders?” A woman dressed in white came to them, asking Hiruma first, with a pen in her right hand and a writing pad on the other. Mamori waited patiently for her turn, as she looked at the menu.

“One pure black coffee and ten creampuffs.” He said, not paying much attention to the waitress. His lips turned into a grin when Mamori looked at him with an irritated expression, offended. But she turned away from him and looked towards the menu again. If he was paying, she wasn't going to turn down ten creampuffs. The waitress didn't even bother to take Mamori's order and just left.

“You're gonna get fucking fat.” Hiruma teased, laughing at her and breaking the silence that was formed between them. Mamori directed her blue eyes back to him one more time, irritated.

“I know how to take care of myself, Hiruma-kun.” She answered annoyed, her hands put the menu back on the table. He really got on her nerves! The waitress finally came to them with their orders and put them on the table, managing to wink to the blond quarterback while doing it. Mamori immediately noticed the flirtatious act and looked towards him to see how he would react to that. He had grinned towards the waitress, making Mamori clear her throat loudly, glaring at the blond woman with a 'you can leave now' look. The woman just rolled her eyes, picking the menus from the table.

“Why do we have to do this?” She asked suddenly, to gain Hiruma's attention back and making the waitress leave. He sipped his coffee with a grin on his face, noticing what his manager had just done. While eating her creampuff, he didn't answer anything and continued looking at her entertained. She thought that she hadn't been clear enough. “I mean...” She started off again, the rest of the phrase was harder to admit, and she felt her hands getting shaky. “We don't have anything to do with the team anymore.” Mamori put her hands back on the table gently, as if to calm herself. Hiruma observed the movement of her hands, and then looked back at her eyes. Those words had struck her more than she could imagine. It was so easy to say it, but when she thought about what they meant, she felt terrible.

Blue eyes looked at him, hopeless. As if those eyes were desperately asking him for a solution. Asking him to say that this was not the end – not the end for both of them –. He turned away, with that unexpected speech of hers, he didn't want to face those blue orbs. It made him regret what he was about to say, so he continued to look at the street.

“This is as far as you go.” Hiruma said, serious, now with his coffee finished. He didn't go easy on her, and he knew he could have done that. It was cruel, but he couldn't help it, it was part of who he was.

Mamori looked to her lap and felt an emptiness inside her. Someone had to say that to her, but why did it have to be him out of all people? She breathed deeply, clenching her fists, and didn't let any tears fall down. She looked up to him again, decided to face him and not feel so bad about what he just said. Hiruma underestimated her, he thought that she was going to cry.

“So you already decided who the new team captain is?” Mamori managed to say. Her voice was failing on her, she was trying hard to recompose herself. She started eating another creampuff that was on her plate.

“If you already know the answer, don't ask.” Hiruma replied, unaffected, even though she gained more respect from him by not crying.

“I think I know who should be the team manager.” She announced, finally recomposed, as she finished eating, and then picked up another creampuff.

“Stop fucking eating and spit it out.” He ordered, impatient.

“Suzuna-chan.” She said, and then called the waitress, to her disgust, and asked for a paper bag to put the rest of the creampuffs inside.

“She's the fucking cheerleader.” Hiruma said, paying the waitress as both of them got up and directed themselves out of the store. He had ignored the blond woman, and that somewhat made Mamori feel victorious and powerful.

“I know, but don't you think she's the most fit for the job?” Mamori asked, carrying her little bag of creampuffs in her hands. He didn't answer her question, and it looked like he was thinking about it while looking towards the street. “Aren't you going to say anything?” She continued walking by his side as he still ignored her, putting a sugar-free gum in his mouth. “So you agree that it should be her?”

“Shut up and eat your fucking creampuffs.”

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Depois eu edito e posto o link dessa história no fanfiction.net(só vou postar dps que eu acabar de passar a história toda pro computador). Faz tempo que eu dizia que ia postar no blog, mas eu não conseguia ficar completamente satisfeita com esse capítulo, o que ainda não estou. Então, arpoveita ae

Outro detalhe importante: a maioria das coisas postadas aqui agora serão em inglês :(