Disclaimer: Saint Seiya: The Lost Canvas belongs to Shiori Teshirogi and Masami Kurumada, who also owns the original Saint Seiya.

Character(s): Hyoga and OC

Rated: K


The moment to prove to his wife how capable he was to take care of their daughter has shifted into an outcome that he did not think possible. The entire house was left in a mess: clothes were sprawled on the floor, dolls scattered the living room area, and food splattered the kitchen. Hyoga sighed and rubbed the back of his head, envisioning his wife's angry face at the state the house was in. He had no time to waste and began cleaning the house.

He wandered through the hallway, heading toward the stairs. He picked up his pace, as he descended down the steps and started picking up each disregarded garment his daughter left behind. He should really learn to say no when it came to request for help to collect the dirty laundry with his three-year-old daughter. The mere thought of refusing her help, though, made him cringe at the thought, her piercing cry being a remembrance in his mind.

Reaching the last step, he pattered through the living room, avoiding the mess, and headed straight into the laundry room. A load was already inside the washer, leaving him to place the dirty clothes in the hamper. The alarm of the dryer went off, alerting him that it was done. He opened the dryer, reaching in for the clothes before a shrill cry caused him to leave it in its place.

He ran out of the room, carefully avoiding her dolls left on the living room floor. Heading up the steps, he entered his daughter's room, his disheveled hair covering his wild, blue eyes.

"What is it?" he demanded, a pitch of fear latched in his voice.

"Play with me!" his three-year-old demanded, putting on a pout and stomping her feet to emphasize her point.

"Sweetheart, daddy is really busy picking up the mess we've made," he reasoned, his hand still placed on the knob.

Her lip trembled as tears were ready to pour. She sniffled and began to sob.

"No, no, don't cry," he soothed, entering her room and settling on his knees.

She sniffed and rubbed her eyes. "Daddy doesn't want to play with me."

"Yes, I do. See," he grabbed a doll, "I want to play."

"But you said you didn't want to." She sniffed.

"No, it's not that." He rubbed her cheek. "Daddy needs to clean the house before mommy comes. Do you want to help daddy?" The nod of her head brought a smile to his lips. "Alright then, let's hurry."

She squealed in delight and stood by the door. "Come on, daddy," she hurriedly stomped her feet, "let's go and clean up!" She threw her hands in the air and smiled.

Hyoga smiled and picked up his daughter, giving her a kiss on the cheek as they headed toward the stairs, confident that they will manage to clean the house before his wife arrived.