Ohhhh snap, new story. I should probably be working on something else but whatevs.
Anyways, I wrote this in about an hour, but I double checked for spelling and grammatical errors so it should be okay :)
Disclaimer: Why the heck do authors need to put disclaimers? This is Fanfiction. net, meaning everything is based on something the author didn't come up with...? Oh well. I don't own Beelzebub or any recognizable characters, got it? Kay.
Saotome Zenjuro eyed the ordinary-looking playground lackadaisically. The sky was coloured with pale pink and yellow hues as the sun began to rise, the park utterly silent. There was no one around as it was too late for delinquents to be hanging about and too early for ankle biters and gossiping mothers.
The swing set squeaked as a lone figure clad in plaid pajamas and bunny slippers plopped down on it. Zenjuro sighed and rubbing a hand over his stubble as he made his way over.
"Oi, Oi you piece of shit, why the hell are we here so early in the morning?" He drawled.
"I don't want to be seen with a pervert in public, you old geezer." She deadpanned.
Saotome sighed and took a seat on the swing next to the girl, the rusty chains squeaking in protest against his weight.
"Geez, you couldn't have changed out of your pajamas could you?" He muttered.
"Just in case somebody does see me with you I can tell them you kidnapped me." Was her serene reply and tossed him a wrapped package
He inspected the horribly wrapped parcel in his lap, tape and jagged edges of paper sticking up haphazardly in random places. Holding it up gingerly by one corner, he waved it around in front of her face.
"What's this?"
"Your birthday present stupid hentai," she scowled.
They quietly swung in silence for a moment.
"Your Mom told you didn't she?"
"Yeah."
"I wouldn't have thought she would remember something like that."
He filled the awkward silence with the crinkling of wrapping paper.
"Ya know, the... Pokémon wrapping paper makes me feel kinda old. You can't be any more apathetic to your old man's feelings-"
The object tumbled out of it's wrappings and fell into his hand and a sweat drop formed on his temple.
"A razor? Really?"
She smirked and pushed off with her feet, swinging back. "It's time to get rid of your peach fuzz, Jiraiya."
"You're just as stingy as your Mom, Akane." He sighed, rumbling a chuckle.
Smiling crookedly, Akane stopped swinging and looked at the man.
"Happy birthday, useless father."
"...Thank you, my cruel, otaku daughter."
Eh. This isn't my best work, and I really should be working on something else, but I dunno, I had to write this down before the idea slipped away.
Anways, leave a review with thoughts or comments and tell me what you think, because I haven't decided to leave this as a one-shot or continue it as a drabble series :P