Title: Secret Agent
Author: Trachymene
Disclaimer: I don't anything from Voltage.
Summary: An almost peaceful evening at the Kishi household.
Authors Notes: First and foremost, I just want to say thank you so much for taking the time to read this drabble! This is the second installment of an ongoing drabble fanfiction with Mamoru Kishi. I'll go ahead and update one for Eisuke and the rest of the guys in the future, so please stay tuned for that!
On with the show!
The afternoon sun seeps in through the cracks of the blinds from the large window, an orange glow spreading out into the living room and swallowing it whole. It is mostly quiet, but you can still hear the faint sounds of the living room television. If you strain your ears hard enough, you can hear bits and pieces of what's going on in the world; the news covering small sections of information that you're sure he's already known about for days.
It is a relaxing afternoon, a nice change from the usual hustle and bustle that comes with -
Bang! You jump at the sudden sound of the front door flying open, smacking against the wall as someone rushes in through the foyer. A series of footsteps echoes down the entryway shortly after before you hear someone all but tumble into the living room.
"Mom! I'm hom- hey, Dad! You're home early today! Did Hayami-san let you off the hook? He said that you were really slacking off last time he was here! You're never going to be a secret agent if you keep doing that kind of stuff!"
You hear a loud groan that follows the energetic chatter and don't have to be in the room to picture the annoyed look on Mamoru's face.
"What are ya' talkin' about, kid? Your dad is always workin' hard to support you. And for the millionth time, I ain't ever gonna be a secret agent," Mamoru sighs, signaling you to peek your head out from the kitchen. You watch him rub his temples, obviously exasperated with the twenty-one questions. "And the hell you talkin' about Hayami for?!"
"Huh? What do you mean? He comes over and talks to us all the time, so it's only natural to talk about him! He's your best friend, isn't he? He even told me that you quit smoking because you didn't want to poison me when I was a baby! You're pretty noble, ain't ya dad?"
You feel it's about time to intervene, fearful that Mamoru's patience will be running out shortly at the mention of his biggest sacrifice, so you quickly swipe your hands against your apron and head into the living room.
"Welcome home, Minami," the young boy instantly turns around at the sound of your voice, a large grin on his face as he stares up at you with sparkling gray eyes he's inherited from his father. "Why don't you go wash up for dinner? We're having your favorite tonight… soba noodles."
"You're the best, mom!" Minami cheers before bounding off into the other room, toeing off his socks and discarding them near the archway.
You hear Mamoru let out another aggravated sigh, calling out to his son to pick up his clothes and not to leave them scattered about. You can't help but giggle at the sight of it - after all, where does he think that Minami got such a trait?
"What're ya grinning about, ya brat?" Mamoru's suddenly at your side, having left his usual spot in the living room to instead lean against the wall in front of you. He looks down at you, shaggy hair falling across his face as you let out another laugh before telling him it's nothing. He raises an eyebrow at your statement before leaning in and kissing your cheek.
You've felt his lips on your skin millions of times, but you still can't help but blush at the action.
"I can't believe ya told the kid you were makin' his favorite food… what about this super secret agent here?"
Authors Notes: What did you think? Fluffy enough? I always think that Mamoru and MC's child would be kind of hyperactive and would probably want to grow up to be like his father. Let me know what you think - and I'll see you next time!