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

Chapter 9: The Eye of the Storm

"Hurry up Fucking Girlfriend!"

The voice was muffled for Mamori was on her room currently making a call to her half-brother Sena making up a story about her leaving on a vacation.

"Mou! Can't you be patient even just for once?!" she retorted as she covered the mouthpiece of her phone.

["I think you should be going now, Mamori-neechan."]

"Ah Sena, be careful okay, remember not skip meals, don't talk to strangers an-"

["Now now, Mamori-neechan I'm not a kid anymore ne? And you shouldn't keep Hiruma-san waiting for you."] Sena chuckled at her mothering

She sighed. "Fine. I'll be updating you once in a while. Bye."

"Bye Mamori-neechan."

"Yaa!~ Good luck on your honeymoon Mamo-nee! Send my regards to You-nii!"

Mamori slammed her phone shut as she blushed furiously on what Suzuna had said, she was still sittiing on her bed listening to her heartbeat when the door suddenly opened violently.

"What the fuck took you so long-AW WHAT THE FUCK?" Hiruma shouted angrily as a pillow had hit him square on the face the moment he entered Mamori's room.

Mamori just puffed her cheeks at Hiruma who was now glaring at her.

"Keh. Just hurry up Fucking Girlfriend, the Storm Organization might know this place any minute by now." Hiruma scoffed as he turned his back on her when he felt a shockwave ran past his cheeks and the next thing he knew there was already a guy dropped dead at near Mamori's room door.

"Actually they're already here. And stop calling me Fucking Girlfriend." Mamori said pouting as she held a handgun initiating that she was the one who just shot the man.

"The fuck?" Hiruma muttered disbelievingly as how fast had Mamori reacted to the intruder.

"Here." Mamori said as she handed him his gun. "Wanna bet on who will kill more enemies?" she smiled mischievously that Hiruma could swear a chill had run down his spine. He don't know why but he thought that was fucking adorable. He cackled evilly.

"Kekekeke! A punishment game for the loser. I'll make sure you'll do something nice for me Fucking Girlfriend. Kekeke!"

"Well then," Mamori said as she walk through the door and opened it, "Let the game begin."

xxXxx

"They just killed my best reaper!" Apollo said frustrated as he slammed his fists on the table. Marco just looked at the note that Apollo had retrieved from Agon's dead body and said, "This note is a bit different from the ones we have received before is what like I'd say."

"It's from a different Mafia Group." Clifford mused as he played with his poker cards.

"So what do we do now?" Apollo said as he had settled to sit on the couch having enough of breaking things around his mansion.

"Well, first things first." said Clifford as he fished out a knife from his pocket and threw it directly on Apollo's heart. "Eliminate the weaklings." he mused as Apollo fell helplessly on the ground.

"W-why?" Apollo asked weakly as he saw Clifford getting up and pointing a gun directly on his head.

"Because you're useless. If it weren't for that cunning blonde brat of yours we could have eliminated you ages ago."

"You traitor-"

BANG.

"You really killed him, I'd say." Marco mused as he fiddled with the note on the table.

"I'll be handling the Storm Organization now. Any objections to that?"

"None. You know I never wanted to lead them anyway. And besides, you've been entitled as the Eye of the Storm Organization. The most dangerous part of the Storm." Marco chuckled at he looked at Apollo's lifeless body.

Door Opens.

"Master Clifford," a scientist approached as he entered the room not even minding Apollo's dead body on the corner.

"We already figured out the sequence of the Death Pill."

xxXxx

"My bullet was the one killed that fucking bastard!"

"Our bullets just came to his body at the same time. It was a tie. Ah yes Riku-"

Mamori and Hiruma argued as the made their way to the Blackjack's hideout.

"No. I fucking won that bet!"

"What are you whining about? No no! It's not you Riku. Yes, yes, send some reapers to clean my house, I don't want Sena to get suspicious about me." Mamori said on the phone.

[Alright Mamo-nee.]

She ended the call the call and faced the enraged Hiruma who kept on insisting that he had won their bet when it was really a tie. "Can't you stop being so childish?"

"No-"

"Hirumaaaaaa!" he was interrupted when a large man was running on their way positioning to hug Hiruma which he had successfully avoided by side-stepping so the big man ended up crushing in the wall.

"Oh my god! Are you alright?" Mamori came running to the large man to help him stand up and Hiruma was just looking at them while popping his gum.

"Ah yes, I'm already used to that. Eh- who are you?" Kurita asked dumbfounded at Mamori when some people came from the opened door to see what's happening outside.

"Beauty MAX!" Monta said dreamily.

"She's cute!" Ikkyu whispered.

The two assassins came up running to Mamori only to face the end of Hiruma's gun.

"Back off fuckers. She's fucking mine." He spat venomously to the two assassins that they quickly ran back to the room again and proceeded on doing something like nothing happened.

"I'm not yours." Mamori retorted.

"Soon you'll be." Hiruma whispered annoyingly to nothing in particular.

"What did you say?" she puffed her cheeks when Hiruma just grinned evilly to her so she just proceeded to introduce herself to them. "Hello everyone, I'm Mamori Anezaki."

"She's the Queen of the VI." A baritone voice came from the room as a wheelchair emerged from the door.

"Ah, Musashi-kun, it's been a long time." Mamori said as she acknowledge the man's presence.

"You fucking know each other?" Hiruma asked incredulously looking back in forth to Musashi and Mamori.

"She's the one who saved me from death." Musashi chuckled. "Come on inside, we've got many things to discuss about."

To be continued...