Anime Drabbles, Ficlets & One Shots

Agon Kongo ~ Our Child

Genre: Angst, Slice of Life, Fluff 

Word Count: 4,529 

Pairing: Female Reader x Agon 

World: Anime, Eyeshield 21 

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Your life was pretty good, but full of secrets and lies. You were a high school student with incredible friends and a boyfriend whom you loved. So where do the lies and secrets come in? You have a two-year-old child whom everyone believes is your little brother, and your boyfriend isn't actually your boyfriend. Both are just lies concocted to hide your secrets from the world, like a mask that hides a scarred face. You made a mistake two years ago and now you're paying for it, but the way you see it, it's your punishment for being so naive.

"Oi, damn bitch!"

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts and turning your attention to the blonde-haired devil that was standing before you, an annoyed look on his devilish face. "What?"

"Stop daydreaming," he ordered, but his usual grin was not in place. He knew from the very beginning the secret you tried so hard to hide from your friends. He had been the one to set up your fake relationship with Deimon's kicker, who you were by far the closest with, but they were the only ones in the world that knew, and you intended to keep it that way.

"Sure," you muttered in reply, propping your elbow onto your knee and resting your chin in the palm of your hand. It's not like you did it on purpose, your mind would just drift off and you'd start thinking about that night and about him. It wasn't something you could just forget and you always told yourself that was because of how painful it had been, but that's also a lie.

You were lying to yourself, now. You just couldn't forget that night because you loved him and, for those short few hours, you thought he loved you back, but you knew now that that was ridiculous. He probably wasn't even capable of feeling love.

A tic mark appeared below Hiruma's eye and he growled, cocking his gun before repeatedly firing it into the air. He would have gone after you had it not been for Deimon's gentle giant who barely managed to restrain him. "Didn't I tell you to stop daydreaming, damn bitch?!"

But his words didn't even reach you, nor did the gunshots, as loud as they were. You were too busy thinking of how much of a fool you had been, how naive and easily manipulated you had been. Looking back on it now, it all seemed so foolish and pathetic. You snapped out of it when a warm and comforting hand landed on your shoulder, and your eyes slid up to Musashi who now stood behind you, an understanding look on his face.

"Let's go pick up Ryu. He'll be happy to see you earlier than normal." he started toward the clubroom and you followed close behind.

Musashi was the perfect candidate for your fake boyfriend. He was strong and supportive and seemed to always understand what you were thinking and feeling. He didn't just look mature, either, but he truly was too mature for a seventeen-year-old. He was your best friend, sticking by your side since the day everything first happened. You were like a sister to him, one he felt the need to protect.

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While you jogged up the steps of the old victorian style home, Musashi waited by his truck, leaning against the front of it with his arms crossed. Since you couldn't take your two-year-old son with you to school, you had to leave him with a babysitter. You honestly didn't feel comfortable at all leaving him there, but there was no other option.