FASH: Crack? Or maybe not? Forget getting the blessing from older sibling figures and parents, in the end you know it's Pitt who runs things.

Disclaimer: Pitt would totally be around more if I owned it.

There were many potential mates for Sena, but very few of them stood out in Pitt's mind as the one.

Hiruma may know everything about Sena he'd ever need to know, but he'd never know how it felt for Sena to personally tell him his own secrets.

Shin may know Sena's body type so well he could recognize the younger boy without ever having to see his face, but he'd never know about the birthmark on Sena's right hip.

Riku and Mamori may know what it's like to defend Sena from bullies, but they'd never how many times those instances with bullies had made him cry.

Akaba and Yamato may know the burden of being Eyeshield 21, but they never had to deal with being called fakes and desperately trying to prove themselves to be worthy of the title.

Suzuna may be able to rile up crowds of people, but she could never rouse Sena from a depression spell with her cheers.

Or at least that was how Pitt felt, and, as a very smart feline, she liked to think of herself as being always right.

All in all Pitt knew that her precious human companion needed someone like her. Someone who Sena could talk to easily. Someone who he could be comfortable around in his own skin. Someone who he could cry to without feeling awkward. Someone who could share his burdens. Someone who could easily cheer him up.

Someone, someone like Mizumachi.

Pitt hadn't come up with such an important decision overnight, her human's happiness had always been important to her and she wouldn't always be around to take care of him. His future mate needed to be strong, protective but not overly possessive, someone who he wasn't terrified of, someone he could talk to freely, someone with a sense of humor...

Someone who could scratch behind her ears in just the right spot...

"I think Pitt likes you Mizumachi-kun, she usually doesn't let anyone but me pet her." Sena commented lightly as Pitt began to purr and Mizumachi's warm fingers slowed down, pressing down just a little harder.

Oh, Pitt approved of this human very much, she was glad that she had decided go up to him in order to analyze his potential because once he had settled on the floor and coaxed her into his lap he was turning out to be everything she wanted for Sena and more.

"Who's a pretty kitty? You are." He cooed down at her and Pitt proudly realized he had excellent taste in felines.

He was perfect, absolutely perfect.

A perfect pairing needed a perfect plan to get them together, and Pitt had been planning this for ages. Her plan was fool proof.

She mewled and looked up at Sena imploringly who, just as she expected, 'aw'-ed and reached down to pet her. Then in a flash of movement she had leapt out of Mizumachi's lap and scurried towards Sena's right leg and he lifted it so she could get through without any obstacles, still well balanced.

Not for long.

After passing by she immediately turned and rubbed against Sena's left leg without warning. His knee buckled and he ever so suddenly lost his balance and tumbled forward onto Mizumachi.

Pitt looked at the pair on the floor victoriously, Sena was apologizing and blushing profusely but still hadn't moved to get up and Mizumachi was grinning widely.

Her work here was done.