A/N: Personally, I don't think this is a good work. Ahaha. I just felt like writing a POV from their possible son. (hey, let me dream.) I got the meaning of the boys' names from /origins/japaneseboybabynames1.html. Oh yeah, this is an edited, updated version.
I don't own eyeshield21.
Everyone was there.
-- To witness how fascinated their former quarterback was in something other than football, winning or blackmail.
-- To congratulate their dear sweet friend Mamori on successfully delivering a baby.
-- To see with their own eyes, the fruit of the love between the devil and the angel.
"Have you decided on a name yet?" asked Musashi.
Mamori smiled. "Yes. We'll call him Masao."
"Ah... Masao means righteous and holy, doesn't it Mamori-san?" piped in Yukimitsu.
"Yes."
"That's fuckin' gay. His fuckin' name is gonna be Katsutoshi."
"Ehe. Katsutoshi... That's exactly like Hiruma-kun." as Yukismitsu smiled as well.
"Why? What does it mean?" asked Sena.
"Katsutoshi means to win cleverly. It's an -- "
An argument broke between the two parents...
Well, what's new? The rest of them sighed. The couple hasn't changed one bit.
"Anno... umm, Hiruma-kun, Mamori-san, I don't think you should fight... the baby...ummm"
They both stopped as that realization hit them. They worriedly looked at their son.
Surprisingly though, the little boy was not crying. He was intently watching his parents.
It was clear to everyone. He wasn't an ordinary boy.
"You-nii, now that you and Mamori-neechan have a baby, you should not argue anymore ne?" asked Suzuna, as she moved to nuzzle the little bundle of a devil in Mamori's arms.
"Tch."
Everyone smiled. Surely this boy would bring his parents to a more... peaceful relationship.
Oh how very wrong they all were.
0-0-0
Years later...
And yes they finally agreed on a name.
Kano. Yes, that's what they called him.
It meant two right hands -- symbolic of how his parents acted like 'right hands' - ever willful and extremely capable, in their own fields.
"I want him to go to a fuckin' private school! He's got a fuckin' high IQ!"
"What's wrong with our old school?! It was a perfect school for both of us, I think he would fit well there!"
"We can fucking afford to send him to--"
"Stop cursing in front of your son!!"
It was crazy -- as usual -- in the Hiruma residence.
The boy stifled a yawn as he tried to block out his parents' argument. It had been like this eversince he passed every entrance exam his parents dragged him to.
He nonchalantly chewed on his food while listening back and forth from his parents' dialogues.
He can't try to stop them. It would be foolish to do so. All he had to do was wait for...
"Kano, what do you think?" his mother gently asked him, as if she hadn't been engaged in a war with her husband. But there was a pulsing vein in her forehead that told him how hard his mother was trying to keep her face that way.
"You're going to a private school, aren't you boy?!" his father menacingly stared at him. Ech. Of course, his father was never for subtlety.
So in times like these, he understood, he wasn't really given a choice. Siding with one parent would definitely shorten his life. So he answered in the safest way possible.
"You're the parents." he drawled on.
They both stared at him for a minute, decided he was right and proceeded to argue about their boy's future.
That was his eternal role as 'the son'. He was a mediator, but at the same time, he wasn't. He knew, no one could nor should stop his parents from arguing.
He sighed and tried to quietly slip away.
Really, those two.
He found his friends waiting outside his house. They had once witnessed his parents' argument. ONCE. They never wanted to relive the experience again.
0-0-0
People would constantly ask Kano, "What's it like to be the son of a pro football player?"
He would give a scoff for an answer.
Then, others would blatantly tell him, "Dude, you're so lucky with your perfect mom."
A meaningful smirk would then play on his lips.
He was always seen in these two different perspectives -- always about his conflicting parents.
People simply refused to see his parents as one unit.
He briefly wondered what stage his parents' argument was right now, but decided it really didn't matter.
Shrugging that thought aside, he barked: "Hut! Hut!! HUT!!" He was gonna do a long pass this time.
Later, when he comes home, he would find his parents entwined in a loving embrace, ready to greet their son.
"Welcome home, Kano." "You better tell me you won your little game." He could almost hear them say.
"Pass complete! First Down!" screamed the announcer.
He knew, the arguments were just who his parents were.
And besides, he rather enjoyed guessing who would give in to who.
Somehow, despite predicting awesome plays, he still couldn't tell which parent would win next.
And that made home a bit more exciting.
YAY! I finally got that out. :D Hope you enjoyed it. :) Please comment :) thank you :D I chose the name Kano for the final name because I realized how Hiruma and Mamori were acting like two right hands!