When Blood Turns To Poison [(AU)Eyehield21: Hiruma x Mamori]

Chapter 2: Devil's Resurrection

Mamori struggled to bring the man inside her house because he was heavy. She was in an internal battle with herself whether to bring the man into a hospital or call the cops because of the man's current situation. 'Should I call an ambulance? What if he is a criminal? Maybe he broke out into jail and the cops chased him that's why he was bruised all over!' Mamori thought terrified of the possibilities of what kind of person is the man she is bringing inside her house now. 'No, no! I shouldn't judge him, I don't know anything about him yet.' She thought as she settled the man in her couch and proceeded to get her first aid kit, she undressed the man and she suddenly flushed. She haven't seen any man even half naked before, 'Mamori! That does not matter right now, he needed to be cleaned from those wounds!' she mentally scolded herself and proceeded to clean the man's wound.

'Maybe I shouldn't call the cops or bring him in a hospital, he couldn't have used the last of his strength to climb up my gate, he could have used it to go directly to a hospital.' she thought as she applied ointment to his bruises, she put bandages to his wounds, good thing the man does not have gunshots, she wouldn't have been able remove the bullet if he ever had one. She had finished cleaning the man and treated his wounds, she dressed him in her bathrobe because none of her clothes would fit him. She couldn't help to stare at the man now that he is cleaned. He is tall and lanky, he has a white complexion and lean angular figure, her eyes darted to his face, he looked like a fairy, his lips were slightly parted and she could see his teeth, her eyes widened slightly, 'He has fangs, and he has elf ears! Is he human?' Mamori thought as she examined his face, 'Stupid Mamori! Of course he is!' she mentally slapped herself and glanced at her wall clock.

"Oh no! It's late!" she muttered and rummage at her room to get a spare blanket to cover the man who was settled in her couch and was now breathing normally ever since she had saw him, "Guard him Cerberus." She turned to her pet dog who was now settled under the coffee table, the dog just gave a low bark indicating his agreement to Mamori. She again turned to the man and muttered a low "Good night." Before proceeding to her room to get some sleep.

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It was morning and Mamori just finished taking a bath and was having her usual coffee when she saw Cerberus approached her and started to walk circles around her. She got up of her seat and followed Cerberus, he led her to couch and she saw the man was stirring slightly.

Hiruma stirred, he could still feel the exhaustion and the pain, the gears on his mind started to recall why he was feeling that way when he heard a female voice, "Are you okay?" his eyes snapped open just to see his bruised face reflected from those blue orbs. He adjusted his eyes and saw a woman in front of him. 'A fucking angel?' was the first thought that entered his mind as she saw her. Now he was feeling dizzy as he was unable to remember what had happened. "Am I in fucking heaven?" he blurted out without thinking and the woman's eyes widened violently because of the profanity mixed in his language. She whacked his head out of reflex, which was her usual reaction when her cousins add profanities while they speak.

"Oww- What the fuck? Aren't angels supposed to be fucking demure why are you so fucking violent- Oww! Stop that my body still fucking hurts!" he shouted as he shielded himself from Mamori's continuous whacking, she stopped panting after she had realized that he was already battered but that did not stop her from glaring daggers at him, he too of course, didn't back down and glared at her with so much venom. 'Why isn't she fucking afraid?' Hiruma's brow twitch as the woman didn't back down in the little staring contest they were in. Usually people weren't able to look in his eyes directly, they would usually end up fainting or peeing in their pants because of fear, but this girl is different. "First of all, you are not dead, you're still alive. You are not in heaven you-" Mamori was cut off as Hiruma interrupted, "I fucking know because if I would fucking die I would probably go straight to fucking hell an-" he was cut off as Mamori yelled at him. "Can't you speak without cursing? And can you let me finish talking first before you interrupt?!"

Hiruma was left dumbfounded, it was the first time in his whole fucking life that he was yelled at, and to add the horror, he was being yelled by a fucking girl. Girls were usually like pet dogs to him, following his every command as he wish, tailing right behind him like he was a fucking greek god and praise him. But this one is different, so fucking different. "Now," Mamori started as she crossed her arms "you are in my house because last night I saw you in my backyard, unconscious and covered in blood, I didn't bring you to the cops or brought you in a hospital because maybe you have a reason why you didn't bring yourself there and chose to pass out inside my backyard. I already treated your wounds but I think you should need more rest. So now Mister, mind telling me who you are?" Mamori has now calmed down as stared at him, 'So she is fucking intelligent. Kekeke!' Hiruma mused at the thought that Mamori didn't turn him over to the cops. "Keh. Why would I? Kekeke!" Hiruma cackled but Mamori didn't flinched. "Because I want to know what kind of person I let enter my home." Her eyes narrowed dangerously at him and he felt a sudden cold run down his spine, now that was another first time. He kept his poker face still intact and let the gears on his mind work to formulate the best strategy that would benefit him in his current situation.

"Hiruma Youichi is the fucki-" he trailed off as Mamori glared at him again, he merely cleared his throat and continued, "the name, I work for a Mafia Organization and now they want to kill me because of opposing them. And when you say work, that includes smuggling, hacking, assassinating and all the dirty works." He stated plainly, as if it was an everyday occurence, they just stared at each other for a few seconds and Hiruma couldn't help but raise one delicate brow as Mamori didn't give any hint that she was scared of him. "What? Aren't you fucking afraid that you let a fucking criminal inside your house?" Hiruma asked disbelievingly at the girl in front of him. Mamori just smiled at him and said, "If you are a bad person you could have already shoot me to death, I know you have a handgun in your back pocket, and I know too that it was loaded. Now if you are a bad person, you could've already killed me, but see you didn't. Maybe you are just trapped among some circumstances that you end up in that situation." she continued as she made her way to the kitchen, "Now, Hiruma-kun is it? Can you stand? Why don't you join me for breakfast so that you could get going.I bet you haven't eaten yet since last night." Hiruma just followed her in the kitchen as she set up a plate for him, he couldn't help but thought, 'Is she fucking real?' as he gave himself a pinch on one of his legs to confirm that he was not dreaming.

Mamori was making him coffee when he finally had gotten back his sanity and muttered in low voice, "Hey fucking angel," now he was intensely staring at her as she turned slightly to meet his gaze. "Can I fucking stay here for a while?"