Cold [Eyeshield21: Hiruma x Mamori]

Cold

Notes: Spoilers for Christmas Bowl! :D

"Oooohhhhhh!" mused the Deimon Chibis (Monta, Sena and Komusubi) as they saw the gigantic snow model of Teikoku Alexanders and Deimon Devilbats.

"Who?" asked Kurita smiling widely as he stared at the Snow Devilbat figure. 

"Like I'd know" Hiruma smirked amused as he examined the sculpture. Well of course he knows, he has his fair share of hidden cameras all over Japan.  He made a mental note to dismiss the slavery of those Zokgaku guys for doing a good job.

Rustle.

The Blonde Devil's ear twitched at the sound behind him. He slightly turned his head to see his manager grabbing her clothes tighter to her body, she was clad only in her sweat pants and Devilbat's shirt. 

His trigger finger twitched itching for his gun as he contemplated himself from scolding her. Remembering that before going at the stadium she gave Sena a scarf telling him that he might catch cold.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. Sure she is a motherhen but she should learn to take care of herself too. It's not like he cares. But the last thing he needed right now is for her to catch cold.

He narrowed his eyes violently when his manager made her way to Sena. His ear twitched again at his manager's voice. 

"Sena." She said looking at the pipsqueak.

"Win… Against the real Eyeshield 21." She said smiling. Beaming like a proud mother to his son. 

"Yes." Answered Sena returning her smile.

The Devil rolled his eyes involuntarily. He does not even know why he is irritated by this. Maybe for a fact that he felt that she was anxious about the game and yet she has not talked to him since earlier before leaving the clubhouse.

He wants her to tell him that she was worried, nervous, and he will rudely scoff to her that they will kill them. Then that warm smile would find a way on her beautiful face. It's not like he wanted to hog all of her attention. But she always does that in the past games. 

Well damn. Now that he think about it he's like a jealous boyfriend. No he is not jealous. And he's not even her boyfriend. 

"Tch." he popped his gum and he started spinning his AK-47.

"Something bothering you?" Musashi asked calmly feeling his discomfort. He even forgot the presence of the kicker who was standing beside him.

"None. Forgot something." He just said and walked off in their locker room designated for them in the stadium. He need to shave off the irritation before the start of the game.

He just settled on the benches closing his eyes to clear his thoughts when a cold a hand rested on his forehead.

"Hiruma-kun?" he instantly opened his eyes and found himself looking directly at those worried blue orbs. 

"Are you sick?" His manager asked and he hated the sound of her worried voice.

"No." he stated as he turned his back to her and rummage in to his luggage. She just stood there formulating words to say, his words lacking vulgarity means something was bothering him.

She was still contemplating when something hit her hard on the face. Having caught it in her hand she was about to retort to him something about his rudeness when he merely cut her off.

"Wear that. Your hands were fucking cold." He just plainly stated already at the door ready to leave. Mamori looked at the bundle on her hands only to find his Devilbat jacket. The black version of the one every member had. Only he had the black one. She couldn't stop the smile forming on her lips with his sudden gesture.

"Hiruma-kun!" she ran after him at the corridor, and at the moment she caught up with him, she grabbed his left arm (the right one was in a sling) and tip toed on her heels placing a peck on his cheek.

She smiled warmly to him muttering "Win." as she ran out of the field to join the rest of the Devilbats. Feeling like she doesn't need the jacket anymore because her face was burning.

The devil just stood there stunned, and after a moment he let that devilish grin to split in his face as he continued his way out of the field. Now this will be one of the memories on the Christmas Bowl he would gladly burn in the back of his mind.

Now he was thinking about what payback is he gonna ask her for lending her his jacket. Like making her pledge to be his manager for the rest of her life. Something like that, he grinned evilly. He'll think about it later, now he got a match to win because the fucking manager told him to do so.

As he made it to the sidelines with his teammates, he could hear the audience wishing everyone a good luck. He secretly smiled to himself, he wouldn't be needing any of those anymore. He merely glanced at his manager, a good luck kiss from his ladyluck was all he needed.

OMAKE:

"Isn't that....?"

"I told you they were an item!"

"No that can't be!"

"Ah Yamabushi-san please restrain Ikkyu from barging on the field."

"How the hell that trash got that manager. Tch, for sure he blackmailed her."

Kid adjusted his hat as he listened to the Shinryuuji guys hilarious reactions. They were sitting in front of him, he looked at the general direction they were talking about.

The Deimon's Manager wearing that too big for her black jacket designated for the captain of the Devilbats. Well it was not really something to talk about, and you would not figure out who owns it if not for the number 1 and Hiruma's last name printed on the back of the jacket. He smirked, the Devil sure knows how to mark what's his'.