The night was silent as one Hiruma Youichi in his late twenties, clad in his business suit, drove his way home from a business trip from the Kansai Area. He had been away from his wife and his two-year old son and he has nothing on his mind right now but to get home and rest. Being a businessman and player in the Professional Football League sure takes its toll in him. He's glad he started his business at young age that's why his company has grown steady now. He has his own time to play football but he doesn't let those crocodiles take over his company. He makes sure he monitors everything. That's why he goes to the important meeting himself.
Reaching a medium sized western styled home. He parked his car in the parking space. He could still remember the fight that involved a fair amount of brooms and guns as his Fucking Wife insisted that they would have a medium sized home while he wanted to build a mansion. Heck he has a lot of money for Pete's sake. But she insisted that it would be hard to clean a big house being the motherhen that she is. So in the end, the Damn Woman won. He could just smile to himself reminiscing those memories. He walked his way on the door when he heard a low growl coming from the kennel acknowledging his presence. Cerberus together with his three evil little puppies stared at him for a while and he did too. "Yeah yeah. See you tomorrow you Damned Mutts." he grunted before opening the door of their house.
"I'm fucking home!" he called from the door and instantly, his Fucking Wife came out of the kitchen clad in that rocketbear apron of hers, hair tied in a bun greeting him, "Welcome home Youichi!" she smiled brightly to him. Well he missed that, but hell he would admit that to her. She grabbed his things as he proceeded to remove his shoes when he noticed something strange.
"What's this?" he raised a delicate brow at the boy who was hiding behind her mother fiddling her skirt, the boy was frowning but that was not that was bothering him. The boy looks exactly like him. Elf ears and all except those blue eyes and black hair. He could still remember how those damned nurses freaked out when his son was born with two little fangs peeking out his gums. Babies usually don't have teeth when born. Mamori sweatdropped, "You don't say "what's this" to your son Youichi."
His brow raised even higher as he stated, "Usually that little brat would tackle me before I could even get off my shoes. Maybe he would make a fine lineman but I would prefer him to be a quarterback." He started sacarstically. "So what's this?" he stared at his son who steadily held his gaze when Mamori made a hand signal to him.
He said he's a big boy now. He'll protect home when Dad is away.
Youichi just stared at his son when a grin found its way to his face. "Hooo? Interesting. Kekekeke!" he cackled as he slightly ruffled his son's hair before proceeding inside for dinner.
xxXxx
It was past 10pm and Youichi was seated in their couch, wearing his pajamas, his hair is not in the usual 'defying gravity' mode for it was still slightly wet. He was working on his laptop when he felt a sting in his thumb. He examined it and remembered that he accidentally scraped himself with the golf handle when he played with those Fucking Businessmen back in Kansai. He was just about to ignore it when he heard a familiar footsteps at his back.
Stomp. Stomp.
He turned his head slightly to just to see his son looking at him intently. He knows that look. That was the same look he had whenever he is strategizing plays on the field or calculating opponent's next move. He held his son's gaze equally. They were both engulf in that little staring contest they were in when suddenly his son raised his hand and "Ta-daa!" came his cute little voice as he held out a band-aid to him. One of his brow raised violently expecting it would be some murderous weapon or something, well he had this talent of whipping out machine guns out of thin air and only to discover his son whipped out a band-aid.
Then a sudden realization hit him, he merely glanced at his thumb then to the band-aid his son was holding, his son was still holding his gaze intently and motioned him to get the band-aid. When he did, his son squealed out a little "Kekeke." and suddenly ran away from him but his reflexes were faster because he had caught him by the back of his shirt.
"Kekekeke! Fucking Ichi's a little observant are we?" he let his scariest grin on his face while he pinched both cheeks of his son while he was struggling his way out his grip. "Kekekeke!" he continued cackling at his son struggling squeaking "Dadaaa!" as he continued his murderous pinching on his cheeks when he noticed something, tears. His son has little tears on the corner of his eyes. 'Crap! Maybe I pinched too hard?' he thought looking at his pouting son who has now both of his hands in his cheeks.
They were still looking at each other when unconsciously Youichi smiled. 'He does really look like me.' He thought. Not knowing to himself that he's smiling, his son has already formulated a thought in his little head. 'Dada smile. Dada happy.' He thought and launched his little hands to his father's neck forcing him into a hug. Youichi startled, and a little dumbfounded, just let his son do it his way and now conscious that he is smiling. But being the egoistical bastard that he is, he cut off the moment saying. "Kekekeke! Bed time now Fucking little Ichi! Go to your room." He said cackiling.
But his son just ignored him. Instead, he tip toed and got the band-aid forgotten laying on the floor. Grabbed his father's hand in his little one's put the band-aid in his thumb. Youichi just stared at him smiling when he remembered something. He reached for his bag and took out a football shaped pillow and gave it to his son who has now settled to sit beside him at the couch. He was satisfied with that shine on his little blue orbs when he got the pillow. "Kekekeke." He chuckled as his son hugged the pillow tightly but raised a delicate brow when his son proceeded to lay his head on his lap.
As if sensing his father's silent question, he just muttered "Sleep. Night Dada." Before closing his eyes and nestled comfortably at Youichi's lap. Youichi just let out a small chuckle, a quick ruffle at Ichi's hair before returning to work on his laptop.
xxXxx
After washing the dishes, Mamori walked in their living to be welcomed by a very unusual sight. His demon of a husband reading something in his laptop, one hand gently playing their son's hair while sleeping in his lap. She noticed a football shaped pillow their son was hugging. She couldn't help but smile.
"Youichi?" she approached him quietly being careful not to disturb their son from his slumber. "Hn." Her husband just grunted and moved to lift their son in his arms. He made a hand signal.
Come. Let's tuck the little brat to his room.
Mamori smiled again while following her husband, he doesn't even want to make a sound to wake their son. She definitely did chose the right man to be the father of her child, even though he calls their child nicknames like Fucking Ichi, Little Brat, Damn Toddler, he sure does love their son. They both tucked Ichi in his room, putting him under the covers, his football pillow was secured protectively in his arms. Mamori kissed her son's forehead before she and Youichi left the room.
"Youi-Mmmpphh" Mamori doesn't even had the chance to continue to ask her husband how was his business trip because the next thing she knew, she was trapped between the door and his body, his tongue exploring her mouth hungrily as if telling her that he missed her so much. They kissed until they were both out of breath, gasping for air Mamori muffled his name on his lips, "Youichi."
"Hn." He grunted, catching for breath. "I want another brat." He hissed against her lips and the next thing she knew, they were both kissing again.
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