Disclaimer- I do not own Hikaru no Go. The only character in this fic that is of my own creation is Yoko. The others all have a wonderful author who thought up of them first. I'm just borrowing them because I adore these characters and enjoy writing stories with them in it!

The second sequel to Distance. Or just the Sequel to Only You.

However you want to think about it is fine with me. Its sad really, I wrote the third one before I wrote the second one. Argh. Its been killing me to keep this on my computer for sooo long. And I've finally cracked... so I'm posting it even though I'm not done with Only You. Forgive me if you can.

Enjoy!

When the duo became a trio…

Ch1.

Touya, Akira who was now twenty-one and practicing for a Go match the next day was not expecting anyone to come and interrupt his studying. He had the kifus of many games that Ogata-sensei had played recently and he was right now re-enacting them on his Go board, trying to see how Ogata-sensei thought and played. The last game the older man had played had been different from his usual games and Akira wanted to know why. So deep was he in his concentration that he didn't hear the knocking at his door right away. It was only when the knocking was followed by shouting that Akira looked up, his thought process coming to a halt before suddenly realizing who the heck it could possibly be. A small smile graced his lips and he sighed, already shaking his head as he got up and moved towards the door.

Hikaru was back early from his visit to his childhood friend, Akari. He opened the door, ready to tease his eternal rival softly about misplacing his keys to the apartment that they had now started to share for several months now. He was brought up short by the comically pained expression on the other boy's face. He'd never seen such a look on Hikaru's face before and was left wordless as he opened the door wider, concern already coming at the forefront.

"Hikaru?" He asked gently, his green eyes focused solely on his lover's face. It still felt strange to even think the word lover in connection with Shindo, Hikaru. Eternal rival was probably still more fitting… yet it was true that Hikaru and he had become lovers. Or a strange couple at least. Everything had started a couple of years ago when he'd announced to his rival that he was thinking of moving to China, where his parents were now living. Akira was cut off short in his remembrances as Hikaru gave way to a sigh so big and exasperated sounding that Akira's worry was replaced by humor and he chuckled. Hikaru gave him a pointed glare at hearing amusement and entered with…a child holding his hand? Akira looked down surprised and had to wrack his brain in order to remember who the child was. Hikaru who had noticed Akira's surprised look, nodded.

"Akira…my godchild, Yoko." The little girl that was holding onto Hikaru's hand was clearly no older than two. She looked much like her mother, Akari, and not at all like her father, Mitani another childhood friend of Hikaru's. She was in one word, adorable. Getting to his knees so that they could be about the same height, Akira gave the little girl a smile and allowed her to get used to him and to the new surroundings. Hikaru was gently urging her to let go of his hand but the little girl was clearly ignoring him as her big brown eyes kept themselves trained on Akira's form, looking at him curiously.

The last time Akira had seen Yoko was when she'd been just a little tiny baby incapable of doing anything except look cute and turn all passerbys into mush at the mere sight or her yawning, smiling, or sleeping. Babies and small children, in Akira's opinion, were as dangerous as they were cute in their innocence. They were a lot smarter than adults gave them credit for and were masters of manipulation. Because after all, who in the world could resist those large eyes when they asked you for something. These little beings trusted you with everything…Akira liked children but he had to admit that he only had very limited experience in how to handle them. He had been an only child and had been more of a loner, still was, when he had been young. The only time he had been around children was when they asked to be tutored in Go… and clearly those children were a lot older than two and usually were more mature than their real age anyway.

Still his lack of confidence when it came to handling children never showed as the little girl smiled shyly, her eyes becoming trusting. Her small chubby hand let go of Hikaru's and reached out to Akira instead. Or more precisely to his longish hair. He refrained from flinching as a handful was grabbed and hoped against hope that the little girl wouldn't tug. She didn't. Instead she giggled as the soft strands tickled her palm.

Now freed, Hikaru had turned to close the apartment door. A smile tugged at his lips as he watched Yoko play with Akira's hair. So, he wasn't the only one who liked that long hair… He walked closer to the pair so he could let his own hands come to rest in the dark strands. Knowing the reaction he would get, he ruffled the hair and was glared at.

"Hikaru." Akira huffed a slight warning. The half bleached blond boy just backed away with a mischievous grin.

"We haven't eaten yet…" Hikaru started, picking a diaper bag that contained, apart from the obvious diapers, some teething medicine, drinks in little spill free cups, and some books with random toys. "Do we still have ramen left?" Shaking his head at the question, Akira was surprised when the little girl didn't just giggle but started to laugh out right. She started to talk in what seemed to Akira a foreign language, pointing all the time at his hair. Hikaru's grin became wider. "That means she's 'asking' you to do whatever you just did again. More like a demand than anything else… Oi…the kid's just like her mother." Akira made no comment to that but remained doubtful to the fact that the little girl was asking him to repeat whatever he had done. He didn't know what he had done in the first place that would prove to be so entertaining. Yoko's talk began to sound a little whiny and Akira was almost horrified to see the pout that was beginning to form.

"Hikaru…" He started softly, not wanting to distress the child further. He turned his head, reproducing the swishing movement with his hair and causing the little girl to squeal once more in delight. "Never mind." He muttered in realization. Akira sighed. He was going to look like a fool if he had to keep shaking his head back and forth all day to keep this child happy.

Hikaru, who had now made his way into the kitchen, had his head in the fridge as he searched for the rest of the ramen that he had brought home yesterday after a Go game that he had played and won. Seeing the little plastic container that held what would be his lunch for the second day in a row, Hikaru gave a little victorious shout, never hearing the slightly worried call for him. Nor did he hear the defeat in Akira's voice when the paler boy spoke next. He only heard, once his head was out of the fridge, the happy laughter of Yoko.

Akira had obliged the little girl by shaking his head a few times, sending his shoulder length hair flying in all direction and tickling her hands as she tried to catch some of the strands. Her laughter made a smile appear on his lips and he once again saw the danger that children posed. There was no way to refuse them. He gave a small sigh and stood up slowly, offering her his hand. "Why don't we see what Hikaru is preparing for lunch, ne Yoko-chan?" The little girl nodded at the mention of lunch and repeated the word with much vigor. Her small hand clasped his but tugged at him to stop walking when he tried to move towards the kitchen. Surprised he looked down only to see her let go of his hands and hold up both of her arms in a signal that she wanted to be picked up and carried there.

"Up?" She asked gently, nodding her head to the question she asked. "Up?" Akira went back to his knees and gave a little umph of surprise as the little girl jumped into his arms, her own coming to grab his shoulder. She already was twisting in his grasp, trying to see every little part of the apartment and pointing out things, unaware of the danger if Akira's arms should tire. "Blue." She said smartly as they walked past a painting. Akira glanced at it, already nodding before actually realizing that the only one color that was not on the painting was blue.

"Uh…red." He tried to correct her.

"Yes." The little girl muttered as if it was obvious. Hikaru tried not to laugh as he popped his head out of the kitchen area.

"She can tell her colors apart, Akira… but she thinks all colors are called blue. Don't ask me why… I don't know." That was fair enough, Akira supposed, trying to heft more of the little girl's weight onto his other arm.

"Hikaru." Akira tried again. "What is Yoko doing here?" Hikaru rolled his eyes and placed his plate into the microwave. Then he reached for the diaper bag, removing a tuppaware filled with…god only knows but it would be safer to call it baby food.

"Akari is expecting again and Mitani and her have to go to the doctors for I dunno… more tests or something. So as the godfather it is my duty to take care of her and blah, blah…" Hikaru paused as he removed the top of the container and he made a face as he sniffed at its content. "Urgh…Akari's cooking has definitely not improved over time. How can Mitani survive?" He dumped it into the trash and shook his head. Taking a deep breath before turning to face Akira, Hikaru did his best to imitate his goddaughter's big wide puppy eyes. "Could you fix her something to eat, Akira? Please? You know me and my cooking… I wouldn't want her to be exposed to it." Akira sighed. This was going to a long, long day.

"When are they coming to pick her up?" There was a long pause and Akira's heart sank as he saw Hikaru's face redden and take on a guilty look. "Hikaru… when are they going to pick her up?" Again no answer. "Shindo, Hikaru you didn't dare?" Akira hissed, alarm making his heart beat a bit too fast. Why oh why did it have to be this week of all weeks? He bit off the curse that was threatening to spill out of his mouth as the little girl gave him a worried look. Her eyes got larger if it was possible and there was just the inkling of tears at the corner. Akira sighed, shaking his head in exasperation.

Life around Shindo was never, ever dull.

"You are sleeping on the couch…" He muttered, with a forced smile to reassure Yoko who was still looking at him with saddened eyes. "And you deal with the diapers." At both announcements, a look of chagrin came to make its way onto Hikaru's face.

"Oh 'Kiraaaa… don't be like that!" Hikaru moaned, dropping his fork that he had been playing with. "It'll only be for two or three days… that's all." Akira's vein near his temple started to throb dangerously. "…" Completely being oblivious to the signs of danger, Hikaru weaved his way behind his lover and long time rival, wrapping his arms around him. "You know I love you…" He nuzzled the other boy's back of neck. "And… it'll be practice… you know if we ever wanna adopt…" Akira rolled his eyes and decided not to comment on that. Just barely living a month together and Hikaru was already thinking about children? Instead he turned around, effectively breaking the hold Hikaru had on him and gently 'dumped' the startled Yoko in Hikaru's arms before Hikaru's nuzzling could have the desired affect on him. Already he missed the warmth of that touch that had sent tingles down his spine. He hid the emotion though as he continued to glare at his shorter counterpart.

"I'm cooking her food." He muttered. "You should start preparing your bed." With that Akira turned to the fridge to see if any fruits or vegetables could be found. He ignored the heavy sounds of heartbreaking sighs. It would be a really, really long day.

After lunch had been made, Akira had left Hikaru and Yoko to fend for themselves, needing to go back to work. For a few precious moments… all was quiet and then… there was laughter. A child's laugh that Akira had to admit was relaxing and nice to hear. It brought such warmth and liveliness in the apartment. It made the side of his mouth quirk up and after a few minutes of internal debating he got up from his spot on the floor and went to see what was going on in the small kitchen. "Shhh… Yoko… bad Yoko…no… no… food in mouth… NO!" Akira brought a hand to his mouth to keep from laughing out loud. The carrots that he had cut up in pieces with the mashed potatoes were all over not only the little girl's face… but all over Hikaru. Akira watched, his amusement growing ten fold, as the little girl cocked her head with a growing grin of her own. Her small hand was already curling around her own plastic silverware. "No… bad…I'll tell Uncle Akira…" Hikaru threatened weakly. It was to no avail. The kid had already figured that her godfather was a complete pushover. The contents of the spoon went flying, splattering Hikaru's shirt. "Awh… ewww… gross." Hikaru moaned. Akira couldn't hold back any longer and laughed. What a sight.

The sound of his laughter made the other young man jump and turn.

"Akira! You scared me! Don't just stand there! Help me…"

"She's your responsibility, remember?" But despite his words, Akira came forward still chuckling. "Ne Yoko-chan, if you eat the rest of the food… we'll go get some dessert later ok?" He was about to kneel next to the highchair that had just randomly appeared into the apartment, (Hikaru had sneaked it in after wards, along with a transportable bed, and various other pieces of furniture and bags that would be needed for the little girl's stay…), when Akira realized the floor was covered in the mush. "You like desserts, right?" The little girl nodded vigorously. "Good… then eat… ahah… properly. No throwing." More nods and then fast movements of stuffing mouth with food. Akira shook his head and patted her head carefully, grimacing slightly when he pulled back and realized his hand was now covered in food too. "Bath first though." With that accomplished, he turned around to see Hikaru looking at him with shock and his mouth wide open. "What?"

"What!" Hikaru started. "What! I've been here for nearly an hour trying to get her to eat properly without turning it into some huge game and then you just waltz in here and… and…" He spluttered. "That's not fair." Hikaru pouted. "How come she listens to you and not me?" Akira blinked at the question and remained silent for quite some time before shaking his head.

"Maybe it's because she thinks you're her age. You certainly act like it sometimes." Hikaru snorted, waving the insult away with a pout.

"That's not nice at all." Hikaru whined. "I'll get you back Mr! And…" He paused and smiled mischievously. "And I know exactly how." That was Akira's cue to turn and leave but he was just a tad too slow. Hikaru pounced on him, his arms covered with the stuff coming to hug him.

"Damn you Shindo!" Was all Akira could yell out as they both went down on the floor in a tumble, limbs intertwined right into the baby food that covered the floor as well. Now covered with the stuff, Akira looked like Hikaru. Hikaru laughed outright at Akira's disgusted expression. He sat up partially, staying in Akira's lap.

"Got you." He whispered once his amusement was finished. He leaned forward, once more ignoring Akira's glare, so that his lips covered Akira's.

"Done! Done… Yoko done eatin'!" The little girl clapped at her exploit, proud of herself and quite oblivious as the two adults on the floor separated from each other, both a slight shade of red. "Me done… me done! Dessert now? Yes? Yes?" She nodded her head enthusiastically.

"Uh… yeah. Dessert now… but I did say you needed a bath first." Akira muttered still on the floor. Hikaru got up before helping Akira up to his feet. "For all three of us now thanks to your godfather."

"…Akira…since you're better at taking care of her and… I really should be cleaning the mess here 'cause I mean well… its my fault its such a mess, could you… maybe… give her the bath?" Again Hikaru tried to widen his eyes and plead they way his goddaughter did. After all it always got her what she wanted.

"I don't think so." Akira started, his eyes widening a bit. "It is your fault for the mess here… and you will be the one to clean it but you will also be the one to give Yoko her bath. I will be…somewhere else. And remember Hikaru, its all practice for the future." With that he quickly ran out of the kitchen and went back into his room, shutting the door behind him. Once safe, he let a sigh escape him.

How they would survive the week was beyond him.

He ran a hand down his hair and grimaced.

Shindo would definitely be sleeping on the couch tonight.

A/N- Review are greatly appreciated. Pocky anyone:)