Oh my god! I am sososososo sorry that I haven’t updated in months. Its just that after that earthquake in Shanghai last year the servers in Malaysia were also affected and it was so hard to even e-mail anybody. The damn thing was so slow… Pls forgive and forget. Gomen!!! R&R…

The clubhouse was eerily silent except for the constant typing sounds coming from inside it. “Serves her right. That kuso virgin is going to pay for tricking me that day... Kekeke...” (A/N: Refer to Daddy Hiruma. It’s a great story, if I do say so myself. Hehehe!) Hiruma chuckled evilly to himself as he resumed his typing.

“I’m home! Mom? Dad?” Mamori called out to her obviously empty house, hoping that someone, anyone would be there so that she wouldn’t be left alone with Hiruma tonight.

“Its okay, Mamori.” She said to herself. “When he comes, just ignore him.” After last month’s robbery in her neighborhood, her father has changed their door from oak to reinforced steel. ‘There is no way that jerk can come in.’ Mamori smiled at her confidence and happily trudged up the stairs to her room.

But she can’t stop the voice in the back of her mind from whispering, ‘But do you want the jerk to come in?’ She brushed it off and took a cold shower, hoping to stop the intoxicating images in her mind and the shivers running down her spine in anticipation for a certain person’s arrival.

Despite her blunt denial, Mamori finds herself picking out her best nightgown and brushing her hair extra carefully. ‘There’s no wrong in wanting to look pretty for oneself’ she thought, still in denial of her true feelings. Ever so often, she finds herself glancing at the clock, watching and “Of course, I’m not waiting!” for it to strike 7, when Hiruma said he would come, hypnotized by its tick...tock...tick...tock...

At 7.10, Mamori screams frustratedly at her self, for she is clearly waiting for him like some pathetic lapdog waiting for its master. And he is so late! She stood up pacing, all the while chanting curses and insults to the devil for reducing her into a lovesick scank who trembles for his touch and longs for his kisses.

“Oooh…. If I can get my hands on that son of a...” Her mutters were stopped by a dreaded ‘Dingdong’ by her doorbell.

She froze midpace and end up stumbling on a pillow she threw on the floor moments earlier, when she was venting her rage on it. She made a hell of a racket and Hiruma’s sharp ears didn’t miss it. “I hear you in there, Anezaki. Don’t even think about ignoring me!” His voice was slightly muffled by the thick door, but she heard it as if he was in the room beside her.

Dread and excitement went down her spine. Her heart was weeping and giddy at the same time. Her hands and legs trembled, her mind suddenly remembering every touch, every kiss…

“Open the damn door, kuso!” his rudeness breaking through her daydreams. ‘Snap out of it, Anezaki Mamori! Remember what he’s here for!’ She thought determinedly to herself. ‘Just ask him to go, and you’ll have a nice night. Alone. In this big house. All by yourself…’ Before she could change her mind, she stood up and went for the door.

“Hiruma! I am not letting you in, understand?” she shouted through the door. Silence. “Hiruma? Are you there?” She tried again. Still no answer. But she could hear some static, like there was a radio or TV out there.

‘Is he going to serenade to me or something?’ she giggled. She was about to yank the door open when he spoke again.

“Are you sure you’re not letting me in?” She heard him say. He didn’t shout it out, but there was a definite hint of malice in his voice. “Yes, Hiruma!” She answered carefully, wary of his tone. “But don’t you dare blow down my door! You hear m...” She stopped abruptly, positive that she heard a whimper out there. Hiruma, whimpering?

‘He is not seriously begging, is he?’ she thought to herself, part exasperated part flattered that he would do just about anything to get in her pants.

She was about to laugh at his pathetic attempt but was once again stopped by the whimpering. This time she stopped because it sounds familiar, but it doesn’t sound like Hiruma. She pressed her ears to the door to listen more closely. She can’t quite make out the words, but the voice sounds small and childlike. As she continues listening, it sounds like the voice is saying, “Mamori nee-chan... Help...”

Her eyes widen when realization struck. With rage that she never knew she could possess, she yanked open the door, “Hiruma, you jerk! Let go of Sena this instance!” and try to pull her beloved god-brother from the devil’s clutches.

But her hands only came contact with thin air. There was no Sena there, even though she could still hear his cries for help quite clearly.

There was only Hiruma. No Sena. Or any other child that she could have mistaken as Sena. Just Hiruma, standing there, with a huge sneer on his face, his eyes glinting evilly at her. Again no Sena. ‘But where is that whimpering coming from?’ she looked around Hiruma, who was still standing there staring at her.

Then she noticed the source of the sound. It was coming from Hiruma’s hand. Or, more specifically, a tape recorder in Hiruma’s hand that keeps repeating, “Mamori nee-chan... Help...”

“So your brain has finally understood. Took you long enough.” Hiruma chuckled and stepped past her into the house.

Mamori was still staring at the spot where Hiruma’s hand used to be. Dumbfounded. Perplexed. Cheated. And she would keep on doing that if Hiruma hadn’t called her from inside the house. “Are you getting in or do I have to carry you inside? Oi, kuso! Snap out of it!”

Mamori snapped out of her reverie and stared at him. He was grinning smugly at her, so satisfied in himself. Her mind absently went back to that afternoon a few weeks ago when she had the same smile on her face. That afternoon when she tricked him…

Then it hit her. “You’re getting revenge, aren’t you? This whole sleepover thing was just a ploy so that I’ll make a fool of myself, in front of everyone. And in front of you.” Hiruma just stood there, silent, but the smile on his face widens, confirming Mamori of her suspicions.

She shook her head, too emotionally exhausted to say anything, and turned around to close the front door. She caught a glimpse of the road in front of her house and stared longingly at it, wondering if she could make a run for it. ‘Not with Hiruma there you won’t…’ The voice from this afternoon makes another comeback.

She closed the door and leaned on it, closing her eyes and preparing for the worse.

“Looks like it’s just you and me, manager…” Hiruma’s voice floated to her in a menacing tone. She snapped open her cerulean blue eyes, gazing into the latter’s sapphire green ones. Slowly, but confidently, he walked towards her, the intimacy and, could it be?, desire in his eyes sending shivers of excitement down her spine.

She held his gaze, her feet glued on the floor, as he came closer… and closer…