A/N: A HUGE THANK YOU to all those who have reviewed so far. The reviews are what made me continue this supposed oneshot fanfic :D (cries). There will be another chapter about Kano (the son) after this... but I have to edit that. :) Again... I humbly thank you for reviewing!!

So here it is, Hiruma and Mamori's daughter. I hope you like her as much as much as you liked the other child. Enjoy

I don't own ES21. Kano and Kaneko are my OCs.

Daughters.

Tch. There must be something about them that makes their fathers doubly protective.

There must be something in them that made their fathers want to scare the wits out of the young boys who dared to admire their little angels.

There must be something in them that made fathers itch and reach for the heaviest most deadly weapon available to shoot nearby male onlookers.

No?

Well, that's just Youichi i guess.

He had been very vigilant...even with choosing the name.

Kaneko.

Both he and Mamori agreed on it. For it meant "doubly-accomplished." A fitting name indeed.

Now, his only daughter was off to some 3-day programming camp crap without his protection. He could not just let that pass.

He focused his attention once more on the equipment on his desk. Oh yes, Mamori was right. He was planning something.

Kekekekeke...but you can't stop me... damn wife.

It wasn't that he didn't trust his daughter. Hell, Kaneko's wits was enough to scare anyone.

It was just that she was a spitting image of her mother (except for the shoulder-length black hair and blue-green eyes). So vulnerable, beautiful and innocent.

But unlike her mother who was deadly with a broom, Youichi had never even seen Kaneko attempt to whack her forward admirers. Much less throw a tantrum.

And as long as there was a .1 percent that she was going to get hurt, he would cover for that.

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The next day...

"Now, you only have to use this pen. If it runs out of ink, just give it back to me. Understood?" her father barked.

"Yeees." She flashed him her sweetest smile and hugged him. He walked away, muttering to himself. Something about 'fuckin' cute'.

Kaneko blinked at the pen. "Now... where did he hide the camera?" She twirled it in her fingers, looking for a hidden shaft.

Soon, she found a hole, barely visible, but it was there. "Hmf. I spy Daddy. I spy."

Really, did her father think she'd fall for these kind of tricks?

She cackled to herself in a way no one, not even her own family, has ever seen nor heard.

For people have always seen her as a younger version of Mamori. Sweet, brilliant and innocent.

They have forgotten that Mamori was married to Youichi. Devious. Cunning. Deadly.

She was about to tinker with her new toy when Mamori burst into the room.

"Hello sweetie, daddy gave you something didn't he?"

"Yes mommy."

"Let me see that." Kaneko could just barely make out a slightly pulsing vein on her mother's forehead as her eyes latched on the little hole on the pen she herself discovered earlier.

"Y-ou-i-chi..." her mother hissed her father's name. "I'll buy you another pen tomorrow, okay Kaneko-chan? Something prettier than this."

"Hai." She smiled happily at her mother as Mamori huffed away.

Mamori had never been violent towards her children... for her father's case however...

"AND WHAT DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?!"

"Damn woman, haven't you heard of protection?!"

"YOU WERE GOING TO SPY ON HER SO THAT YOU COULD SHOOT ANY YOUNG MALE THAT TALKED TO HER, WEREN'T YOU!?"

"OI! YOU MAKE IT SOUND LIKE A BAD THING, FUCKIN-" whack!!

By now her father had been hit with a broom no doubt.

Kaneko's gaze lingered on a box under her bed. "Dirty Little Secrets" it read. She had no desire to blackmail others. Only her father proved to be an interesting subject.

She rummaged through the pile until she found the picture of her mom sleeping, wearing only a short white chemise.

Her father had been looking for it all week. Apparently, it seems that was his wallet picture, next to his descent looking kids.

She wondered if she should tell on her father. Her mother would just love to see this.

"STOP SCREAMING IN MY EAR DAMN WIFE!"

"ENOUGH ALREADY WITH THE CURSING!!"

For now, she decided not to.

After all, she was going to a hacker convention tomorrow. WAY different from what her parents call a "Programming Camp for Kids."

There will be other times. Perhaps when she'd feel bored or sad, she'd tell her mom what she knew.

She was smiling, or was it grinning?

For the two are definitely not one and the same.

To think that she has mastered the art of acting like an angel, all the while scheming horrifying ideas.

Oh boy.

Her thoughts were interrupted when a boy with brown spikes and blue-green eyes walked into her room.

"50 bucks says it's mom's win this time." her older brother drawled on.

"No fair, I was gonna bet on mom." she pouted.

They marveled at the idea, that for the first time, they actually had the same forecast.

True enough. Daddy slept on the couch that night.

Sighing, she was happy that her mom won. At least she wouldn't have to worry about being watched at the convention.

She had no idea, that her hair clips have already been tampered with.