As far as I'll go
Summary: an injury through football causes Hiruma Youichi to go back home to the Cul-de-sac to live with his dad stepmother and stepbrother Kevin. Kevin only wants his older brother to love him.
Disclaimer: sorry but I hardly understand football so I can't own Eyeshield21 and I hardly like Eddy enough to let him exist even fictionally. So I do not own anything.
Chapter One
"Welcome to our home Hiruma." His stepmother's voice floated annoyingly to his pointed ears from the doorway that he hadn't even got to yet. Looking up from his crutches he saw his stepmothers chestnut brown hair curling around her very large breast that were scarcely covered up by the deep V-neck button up shirt. The three top buttons were buttoned up but the rest. He shuddered. He didn't want to see that too pale skin, that slightly chubby stomach that had a small scar from her C-section she got when she was pregnant.
The way she said it. 'Our' as in not yours, made his lip twitch down slightly, you couldn't tell because he was already frowning. He shifted slightly on his only foot that could stand his full weight, readjusting the crutches that kept him standing. He glared up at her because the sun, which was behind the house, blinded him. Did she have to keep him waiting on her steep concrete stairs that led up to her porch? Or did she want him to politely say hello and good evening back?
He was so annoyed that he didn't hear the black Toyota pull up in the driveway till his dad stepped out and greeted him. "Youichi!" his father's voice yelled from behind him, as if he was deaf, he really hated the fact that his father did not know how to talk normally. "Good to see you, son!" turning his head enough to see his father he noticed that it was not just his spiky blonde, but graying slightly at the edges, father, but also his stepbrother, Kevin.
Kevin looked up at him in an emotion that he couldn't place, but he knew one thing, it was going to get him into trouble later on probably. "I heard you won the Christmas Bowl?" Kevin asked embarrassingly, blushing slightly. He was probably wishing his red cap were not on backwards so he could pull it down over his face.
"Really?" his father raised his eyebrows, voice still annoyingly loud. "How'd that go?"
"Ya-Ha!" He muttered loud enough for them to hear. He was tired from the plane rides over here. He wasn't in a good mood because the depressing mood he had been when he got on the airplane had only dampened further when he dreamed about his injury and woke up still not home and remembered what the doctor said.
He gave a sarcastic smile and continued making his way up the steps and into the house.