Disclaimer: PoT belongs to Takeshi Konomi.
Notes: This is my first fic then please pardons any imperfection, English isn't my fist language and I don't have someone who beta read. However, I promise will try my best to do a good job. Suggestions will be very well comings. Reviews please?! ATTENTION THIS IS YAOI.
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Together Again
Chapter 1
After 17 long years, this was the first time that he stepped on Japanese ground. It was hard to believe that so many years had passed. The airport crowd was making him even more tired. A tired sigh escaped from the lips that had always supported a beautiful smile while crystal blue orbs glanced around, searching for known faces.
Where the hell are they? Oishi isn't one to be late. Their lateness is probably Eiji's doing as always. Hum... Mitsusuke is already annoyed...'
"Daddy are you sure you'd wait for them?!"
"Mitsusuke, dear, be more patient, will you? I'm sure Oishi has a good reason to be this late."
"Yeah, sure! Of course he has…a reason called Kikumaru Eiji!"
"Sometimes you can be as sarcastic as me. It is good to know that you're turning so much like me in ways apart from looks. I am so proud of you, my beloved son!"
"Quit teasing already and be more like a father. I am tired and hungry, Daddy, let's go home please!? You can call them and tell them we're already gone."
"Mitsus-"
"FUUUJIKO-CHAN!!! MIIIIIITSU-CHAN!!!!"
Fuji was cut off by a very hyperactive Kikumaru Eiji who launched himself on Fuji and his son, hugging the life out of them. The crowd watched the whole display with amused and surprised eyes while a frustrated Oishi tried to pry his lifetime boyfriend from the suffering Fujis, the whole time sending apologetic smiles for whomever happened to be around.
"Eiji, love, you are suffocating them."
"But Oishi I missed my best friend so much and Mitsu-chan is so cute, nyah!"
"Eiji! Mitsusuke is turning blue. He needs to breath. Let him go."
With this Eiji untied himself from the kid, turning his attention to Fuji who was always used to Eijis's bear hug.
"Fuji I missed you so much. I am happy that you finally decided to return to Japan after so long, even though it had to take your father's death to bring you back home!"
"Eiji watch your tongue!"
Oishi sent reproving glances toward his boyfriend, who was already shedding tears. Fuji only smiled at his friend.
"Fuji I'm so sorry I didn't want to say something like that. It is just that I am so excited to have you back here…"
"That's fine Eiji, Oishi. You both know pretty well how my relationship with my father was."
An annoyed Mitsusuke, who wanted nothing more than just to go home, broke the awkward moment between the three adults. After ending the commotion caused by Eiji, the group left the airport. Once in his friends' car Fuji was finally able to drown himself in thoughts…
'I am back where everything starts…The circle closed and a new start begins. Perhaps I will meet some ghosts of my past…If that happen this I swear I will make things different. This time it will work!'
The house was exactly as he had demanded from his sister. Nothing too fancy, however, a lot bigger than the majority of the houses in the neighborhood, a beautiful garden in the entrance that breathed harmony and exuberance. An ancient Sakura stood solemn in the left part of the garden, a great contrast with the occidental architecture the house held. The interior of the house was decorated carefully, not sophisticated yet not too simple or modest. Everything was classy and very modern transpiring not just Yumiko's taste but also Fuji's. However, the house still held an informal and even cold atmosphere, like something was amiss and Fuji knew what was lacking for this house to become home. It really was something so simple: a family living in there, a happy one if you might add. It was pretty simple and soon Mitsusuke would be able to call this place Home.
Oishi and Eiji had left not long after they dropped Fuji and Mitsusuke home. They claimed it would be better if they left so father and son could rest after the long flight and start unpacking their personal things that had been send before they left L.A. There was going to be so many things to do and decisions to make. Fuji was sure this first week in Japan would be very difficult and stressful for both him and his son.
Fuji was also very worried about Mitsusuke, since the boy hadn't been in Japan before and wasn't used to the way Japanese society worked, its tradition and everything else that would prove to be a challenge for a boy raised in a liberal country and in a unusual family like theirs was. Tokyo was also a dangerous place for a boy like Mitsusuke - not that L.A. was less dangerous. However, in Tokyo things was very different. Fuji dreaded the day his son would have to ride a train in a rush time, always crowed and full of perverts and pedophiles. Like his father, Mitsusuke was a pretty boy, more delicate and feminine then Fuji, with very long almost blond hair. His eyes were a bluish green. He could be mistaken for a girl any time, which the boy hated with passion. In schools his looks, intelligence and skills would be a curse and a blessing. Another task to be taken care of was choosing a school to enroll his son. Seigaku would be his first choice but he had a feeling Mitsusuke would prefer the school with the best tennis team of course. Perhaps he could bribe him into attending Seigaku. Fuji's thoughts were cut by Mitsusuke, who choose this perfect time to nag his father for food.
"We'll have take out. What would you like dear?"
"...Pizza."
"Mitsu-chan we are in Japan, why not try Japanese food after all you'll have to get used to it now. How about sushi?"
"You asked what I would like to eat, am I right? I told you. I want pizza today. I'll have plenty of time to get used to Japanese food."
"Mitsusuke..."
"Please Daddy, I'm hungry, tired and missing my friends already. I doubt that's so hard for you to grant me with this simple wish of mine."
"Ok. But tomorrow, dear son of mine, we will go grocery shopping and will be buying Japanese food. Am I understood?"
"...Yes."
"Great! Now go take a shower while I call for our pizza. And Mitsusuke...Do not ever forget that I love you more than anything else."
"...I love you too daddy."
Tired, he arrived to a house dark cold empty without life…as always. Alone, lonely, sad, depressed…as always. What had he done to receive such a life as his, he didn't know. Well, actually he did know pretty well. He had fallen in love with the wrong person. No, that wasn't right either. He never had any doubts that he was the right person for him. If only he had the courage to defy his father and grandfather, his life would have been different. His life would be happy with the love of his life. His house would be a home, warm, comfortable, bright and full of life. Regret. Every day when he woke up regret was the first thing in his mind and bleeding heart.
He did not actually regret everything he did and conquer in life. However, he would choose him over all the countless titles he gained as one of the best tennis player in the world. All his fortune, fame, prestige - he would give up anything to have him in his life again…
Such a big failure his life was. Not even as a father could he succeed. His son was the living proof of all his errors; of his great betrayal…He loved and cherished his son. Nevertheless, the boy despised and hated him. Of course, he would hate a father who was never present, who never loved his mother, the one who killed her…
Making his way to his library, he stopped in front of his son's bedroom, confirming that he wasn't home. He would always stop and stare with hope that one day he would see the boy there studying as he used to do before. The boy would sense him and would turn around and grant him with the most mesmerizing smile a son could give a father. Foolish…he knew his son would never smile at him again.
With slow steps and tired movements, he entered his library going straight to his desk. There in the first drawer lay an old album and yellowish letters held tight with a silk blue rope. He opened the album to stare into sharp blue eyes, so unique and exotic, eyes that could pierce through someone souls. A smile, dangerous and mysterious, manipulative and at the same time so sweet and kind. Hair so clear a chestnut that, when illuminated by the sun, became golden, silky and always dancing to the wind. Full, pink lips so soft. He longed so much to kiss his petal-like lips. Touch his soft and warm skin. To hold him… A lonely tear escaped his eyes descending for his face falling in the picture of his angel. If only God would give him a second chance….
N/A: Chapter revised and edited. Reviews and sugestions would be very welcomed.