Title: Fifty Years

Genre: Romance

Rated: T(as always)

Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21 or any of its character

A/N: Just plain fluff.

A woman with gray hair sat a top a hill inhaling the sweet fragrance of spring. She was the picture of pure contentment and glorious bliss.

She closed her eyes in complete surrender to the tranquility nature brings. A soft smile curved her lips, the morning breeze fanning her aged lovely face.

She was at peace.

"Just as I fucking thought," the masculine voice disturbed the silence of the magical morning but her eyes remained closed, savoring the remaining silence before he spoke again.

"Fucking granny, you're not as invincible as you were and yet you forgot your fucking jacket. Really responsible."

He quietly placed her jacket on top of her shoulder blades, satisfied with his work he sat beside her. She felt the sudden weight on her shoulders.

She opened her eyes, apologetic. Spider like webs surrounded it, the crease on her forehead deepening. She gratefully looked at him, his spiky bleached blond hair swayed in tune with the breeze. He was absolutely breathtaking.

"Won't the girls be swept off their feet." She teasingly remarked.

"In fact my fucking charisma scared their wits out." He sarcastically countered, ending the topic.

She did not miss his tone but persisted nonetheless. "Don't be a spoil sport. Not one single girl?"

He sighed letting her win the first half.

"There was a fucking one."

"Now you're talking."

He heard her silent plea – tell me more.

"What do I fucking get in return?" his tone all business.

She tried to look appalled, "Why else but make this elderly woman happy by indulging her."

Silence.

"Alright, free gun firing on that significant day." She compromised.

"Kekekekeke"

She patiently waited for him to start.

"She was the only fucking girl who was not scared of me. She surprised me when she stood her ground matching my temper and putting me in place, she has a hell of a way in doing so. I grudgingly accepted her on the team on a secret trial period and discovered how useful she was so I kept her as the team manager. And the rest was history."

"That's your entire story telling capabilities young man?!" she stiffened her voice but the playfulness was not amiss.

"Tch. If you want a damn love story then just fucking read a fairy tale, fucking granny."

He stood up wiping the dirt smudged on his jeans, signaling the end of the conversation.

"The infamous Hiruma Youichi turned lame? Why, the mute can do so much better."

He had been in the business for a long time to recognize a challenge before he even heard one.

"You're fucking on." His game face on. His devil pride at stake.

She got him there. She simply patted the place he once sat at.

He took the invitation and sat, narrating the events thereafter. She was listening intently as he told her their history making journey to the Christmas Bowl, intentionally neglecting their team Japan days because in his opinion it's not vital on his football career.

"Then the fucking dreaded day came when I had to fucking succumb to my sole weakness, her. So I showed up at her grand apartment and welcomed myself inside, shoved the damn ring on her fucking finger. Both of us new this was coming so it was no use for fucking petty relationship when we can already go for the gold."

"And you lived happily ever after?" she asked, the tenderness in her voice was music to his ears.

"Is there such a thing fucking manager? But we fucking trashed all the problems that came and fucking fifty years later we're still damn together." He added smugly, his pretentious smirk turning into a real smile.

"Forty nine years, three hundred fifty days…" she looked at her watch.

"… eight hours, eighteen minutes and six seconds to be exact Youichi."

She looked at the horizon the first rays of the sun encircled her with warmth. He leaned her on his chest enclosing her on his capable arms. Her husband's undying warmth has been her sweet refuge for the longest time and she's enjoying it until she can.

"I fucking rubbed on you kekekeke. Don't forget our fucking deal. I can bring any weapons I like on our fiftieth anniversary as we renew our fucking wedding vows."

"I'll let that go since it's a celebration and I don't want my husband fretting over his toys while we say our vows. You heard me Youichi! No mishap on that day. We clear on that?" she straightened herself, her blue eyes warning.

A long pause filled the air.

She took this opportunity to equate two and two. She disbelievingly looked at him as the answer dawned on her…

"You did not bleach your gray hair because of our upcoming anniversary, did you?" It was more of a statement than a question. Confident she searched his eyes.

His eyes gleamed, "I was never wrong about you. Touchdown fucking wife."