A/N: Don't have a lot to say hehehe. So just enjoy.
The Fine Line
Third Down: The Danger of Knowing
"Who are we meeting again?" Mamori asked as they entered Devie's. Hiruma had been rather quiet.
"Somebody who's a fucking expert on this." He answered while his eyes darted across the resturant. "There the fuck she is."
She followed his line of vision. A familiar black-haired woman was waving to them. They walked towards her.
"Good evening Mamori-chan. Nice to see you again."
Mamori smiled, warmly. "Good evening to you too, Megumi-san."
"Now if you greet me like that when we see each other Boya, we will have a better relationship."
He scowled but chose not to retaliate. Megumi chuckled heartily.
"Sit down both of you. We have a big topic to talk about."
Somehow it ended up like this. With him cramped behind one of the large potted plants inside Devie's, spying on the two most influential persons in his life and Sena could not help but fear for his existence. If they were caught, he shivered, he did not even want to think about what a certain someone would do if they were found out. He should have known no good would come when you decided to humor an overly enthusiastic Suzuna, who had said that as concerned friends you should follow You-nii
just to be sure they were safe.
"Look, look they're meeting up with somebody." Suzuna hissed.
Sena lifted his head to peek between the plant's leaves and sure enough the ex-quarterback and the ex-manager were moving towards an unfamiliar older woman. "Do you know her?"
Suzuna shook her head. "Oh they're talking now. We should get closer."
"Suzuna... I don't think that's a good idea."
"Come on Sena! Aren't you curious?"
Curious? Frightened, yes. Terrified, absolutely. But not curious. "Suzuna, it's better for our health to stay right here... so just please."
She pouted. "Alright. But we'll keep our watch okay?"
Mamori eyed the chicken salad, her usual, in front of her, then looked at the older woman across the table. Her hands clasped together under her chin, her face wore an amused expression. At that instance she looked bizarrely like Hiruma when he was about to reveal a trick play.
"You want to ask something dear?" She said. "Maybe somewhere along the lines of how I knew what you usually order here?"
"N-not really." Mamori blushed, was she that obvious?
"You're adorable." Megumi turned to Hiruma. "Grandmama will definitely love her, no doubt about that."
"So can we fucking get a move on in this conversation?"
"Yeah you're right. Well Mamori-chan, I hope my brother had the decency to at least explain to you the situation."
"Good, now the key here is to make your 'relationship' as convincing as possible. Grandmama's painfully observant. But that's why I'm here." She paused. "All you have to do is follow five steps."
"Is there a fucking manual we can buy somewhere?" Hiruma piped in,sarcastically.
The black-haired woman merely brushed his comment aside, and continued on like there were no interuptions at the first place. "Step one, get to know each other, but I suppose we could skip that seeing you seemed to be well-versed with each other. So we go on to step two, establish the 'relationship' and by that I mean the little details, when you two have met, when you started dating, where was your first date etc. you don't want to slip and give two different answers."
Mamori found herself nodding. The older woman seemed to really know what she was talking about.
"Then there's step three I personally call it as the let's get comfortable stage."
"Let's get comfortable stage?"
"You are a couple per se ,so you need to act like one. Practice holding hands...alot, maybe hugging."
Mamori felt her cheeks burn with embarassment as the gravity of the situation finally revealed itself. She would act as Hiruma's girlfriend. She was quickly regretting her decision, but it was not too late she could still back-out. Suddenly Hiruma's hand began to move. He was telling her something in sign language.
Don't bail out on me. Not now.
She bowed her head down, ashamed of her thoughts. She quietly hardened her resolve and answered back. I won't. I promised I'll help you ,remember?
Megumi observed the exchange silently. Must you be so dense my dear brother? She thought. She cleared her throat. "You two okay?"
Mamori looked at her. "Yes, sorry. Please do continue."
"Where was I? Ah step number four, find one person you both trust and tell him the plan he would play at important role in step number five."
"What's step number five?"
Megumi smiled. "Well, if you have to trick your enemy, you must first trick your friends."
"Don't say..." Mamori murmured.
"You need to tell your friends that you are dating."
The auburn-haired girl suddenly felt light-headed.
"They're leaving Sena." Suzuna said, while moving around the flower pot to avoid detection.
Sena followed the cheerleader and watched as Hiruma and Mamori exited the resturant. The manager looked like she was fighting the urge to faint. Whatever had transpired at the table with the mysterious woman had to be gravely important for his childhood friend to be like that. He wanted to dwell on it more but was distracted by the sharp pull on his sleeve.
"Why are you zoning out? We need to follow them. Come on Sena."
Before he could disagree he was dragged to the glass sliding door, to the humid night air.
"Hiruma-kun-" She started as they walked down the street.
"We'll tell the fucking old man." He said, cutting her off.
"I know that, but that isn't what-"
She gasped when the blond-haired quarterback trapped her between his arm and a wall. It had earned them a few glance from the passerbys
"Hiruma-kun?" A blush crawled up her cheeks at their proximity
"We're being followed."
"Huh? By who?" She said, as she tried to look over his shoulder.
"The fucking shirmp and the fucking skates. They're over there by the lamp post." He smirked. His eyes locked with hers "You are in this, right?"
Didn't they have this conversation before? "Yes. But-"
The rest of her protest was silenced as he pressed his lips on her forehead.
Sena blinked. No. He was not seeing was he was seeing. Yes, this was all a very realistic dream in a moment or so his mother would wake him up and he could go on with his day. A sudden weight on his side reminded him of Suzuna. He glanced at her. She was holding on to him like a life line, her eyes glazed over.
"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"
"I don't even know if it's real." Sena answered.
"Phone." Suzuna said, as she fumbled for her mobile phone. "We need to capture this for evidence."
However as she pulled out her phone the deed was done and the quarterback and the manager were already moving again.
Sena blacked out.