Meet me in Tokyo

Otoya shivered while walking to his car. The snow chilled the air over the last few days making daily life hard. All he wanted was to go home, after a long day's work, and sleep until the warmth of spring came. Unfortunately it was still supposed to snow for the coming weeks.

He shuddered at the thought. Not only did the winter season bring his mood down, but his company had just hired a noob. Not only did they ask him to train the other person, but they also expected him to work overtime while training. It was just so unfair. He wanted to whine about it, but that would only make him seem as childish as he looked (he did have a baby face).

"Why did they have to choose me? I have better things to do with my time." He sulked while waiting for his windows to defrost. "I'm not super awesome. I just do my job and leave."

He pondered it the whole way home. He was a plain and did average work. He didn't try too hard, but he also didn't slack off. Otoya wasn't the kind to joke with the other office workers when they went out for their monthly get-together drink. He didn't even like to socialize at the fax machine. He ignored the advances made to him by both the females and males. He tried his hardest not to stick out. So why?

The only thing that made his stop thinking about work was when he pulled up to his house, only to see that the snow on the driveway had increased by a few inches. He groaned internally at that. Having to leave his car in the street, he had to trudge his way through just to get the shove so he could make room in his driveway for him. Needless to say, by the time he pulled into the, now clear, spot, he was exhausted.

"Haru, Tomo, I'm home." He yelled.

A smile graced his tired features as the stampede of tiny feet echoed throughout the house. He could see them as they sped around the corner, sliding as their sock covered feet met the lament floor. His girls. The pride and joys of his life.

Tomochika, being the more athletic twin, slammed into him. He had to brace himself for her hugs. Then came the gentle thump of Haruka, as she finally made her way over. His cuts little girls, they always gave him hugs after work, almost as if it were tradition.

"Dad, guess what!" Tomochika yelled. If Otoya's firm arms weren't holding and her sister, she would have been jumping up and down in excitement.

"What?" He asked playfully.

"Kotobuki-sempai totally asked Haru out!"

"Tomo!" The younger, smaller, twin chided her.

"But dad needs to know! So that way he can make something super, amazingly, special when he come over for dinner." Tomochika's bright red eyes sparkled. "Then when I finally get Kurosaki-sempai to notice me we can double date. Omg you should put in a good word for me. They are totally besties!"

"Woah, calm down." Otoya said, confusion starting to show. He let them go so he could slip off his shoes. "Don't make plans without me. I have overtime this week."

Haruka frowned. "Again?"

"Boo!" Tomo called loudly. "Booooooo!"

Otoya looked at his oldest. "Homework done yet?"

She gave a small laugh and scratched her poofy red hair. "Yeah, yeah. Of course."

"Go finish it."

She ran back to the living room, albeit, not as fast as she had come out. Otoya couldn't help but laugh at her energy. She reminded him so much of himself when he was in high school. She matched him to a T. She even looked at the world with big red eyes, that she had gotten from him, like he once had. She loved soccer and making her friends laugh. Just like him.

Haruka on the other hand, was much more reserved. She was quiet and polite. She also liked to keep her hair short. Haruka said it made her feel closer to her mother. She really did look like her. With golden eyes and short, not quite as red as Otoya's and Tomochika's, red hair she looked exactly like her mother. She was even small and petite.

"So a boyfriend?" He raised his eyebrows at her.

"I didn't give him an answer yet." Her golden eyes stared at the lamented floor. "I know you said you didn't mind us dating. But I want to get to know him more."

"You're a smart girl. You'll do what's best for you."

"Thanks daddy!" She smiled.

"Did you tell you're mother yet?"

She shook her head. "I was going to go to the alter after my homework was done, but you came home first."

He gasped, pretending to be shocked. "Don't tell me miss straight A's isn't done with her homework yet."

"Who do you take me for?" She giggled. "I finished it during my study period. I consider helping Tomo part of my work those."

"We'll see. I'll check it after Tomo's done."

xxx

It had taken a while, but Otoya finally figured it out. And it was really unfair. Not that life was fair anyways. He had been in the middle of talking to his late wife when he figured it out.

They had chosen him because of his father. His father, Mitsuo (Shining) Saotome was the president and founder of their rival company. He had once worked there, but thought that others were going to easy on him for being the owner's son. Everyone had advised him not to go to Raging inc. But he felt it was for the best. Even his younger (half, not that it really mattered to him) brother, Cecil, had tried to talk him out of it. And he was only fourteen, around Tomo's and Haru's age.

So it was only natural that Reijingu was going to make him work extra hard. Which made Otoya wonder if he was really working more than the others to begin with. He quickly let it go though. He wanted independence and this was the price. He could live with it.

In fact he proved that wasn't upset, he didn't even complain about getting a new guy. So just like always, he kept his head down an went straight to his desk.

"Ittoki!" Eiichi Otori yelled getting his, and everyone else's, attention almost immediately. He was pretty sure he jumped put of his skin when he saw those purple eyes stare down at him. They weren't mad or anything, just Otoya don't really get along with first son of Raging inc.

"Yes?" He held back the stutter, miraculously.

The Raging air uncrossed his arms from his chest and moved diagonally back, away from his cluttered desk. Otoya could see the man, standing straight and tall (although he looked nervous), directly behind where Otori had stood. He had on a stiff blue suit, that almost matched his hair. In one arm, a bag, much like the one Otoya used to carry before his daughters bought him a message bag, probably filled with his work stuff. And, even though Otoya was sitting, he could tell the man was just taller than him. "Ichinose, Ittoki. Ittoki, Ichinose. You'll be training him."

"Oh, yes!" Otoya stood, he held out his hand to shake, which caused the other to give him a funny look.

"I'd rather not." Ichinose said. "I'm very pleased to meet you though."

"Likewise." Otoya forced a smiled and sat.

"Well then." Eiichi said, trying to break the tension that the blue haired man had caused. "You're desk is right here. If you need anything feel free to ask."

"Yes. Thank you." Ichinose gave a small bow as their boss left. His blue eyes looked at the almost empty space next to Otoya's desk. While the redhead's was filled with paperwork, pictures, and small sticky notes, his was barren save for the computer.

The taller man sat down, putting his briefcase-like bag on his desk, he looked over. "Are those your sisters?"

"No." The redhead said almost offended. "My daughters."

Shock crossed the blue eyed male's face. "You're not that old are you?"

Otoya's face knotted in frustration. He picked up the closest stack of papers and slammed them on the desk next to him. "If you need help, ask. I'll help you enter the account once I'm done with my papers."

"Oh." The blue haired male said. "Okay."

After that Otoya turned back to his work and acted as if it were just another day. He didn't have time to worry about the man sitting next to him. He had the copiers to deal with, charts to take care of, and issues to work out with one of the writers their publishing company worked with.

Half the time Otoya didn't realize how fast his days went by. But this day couldn't go by fast enough. Every time he looked up from typing it seemed as if only minutes went by. And Ichinose was quiet, he didn't ask a lot of questions. It was like he already knew what he was doing.

xxx

"Party! Party!" Tomochika yelled.

Otoya wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh at her or yell at the top of his lungs. He had told them that his boss had invited him to one of their get-together drinks Friday, and Tomo wanted him to go. When he had told her that he had planned on skipping it again she threw down her chopsticks, stood up, slammed her fists into the table, and began to shout as loud as she could.

"If you're worry about us, don't be." Haru said. "It's important to go to these kind of things every once in a while."

Otoya looked fondly at his youngest. He ruffled her hair. "Of course I'm going to worry, I'm your father."

"But... But you should go have fun!" She huffed, puffing out her cheeks. After a moment she calmed down. "So how was training?"

"I don't remember tell you that. I just said overtime." He gazed at her out of the corner of his eye while smiling at Tomo who yelled in a happy sing-song voice in the background.

"A little birdie may or may not have told me." She giggled.

"It's surprising that you and Eiji get along so well."

"It's surprising you and Eiichi-san don't. You both are so alike."

"Ha." He said sarcastically.

"You didn't answer. Is the new guy nice?" Haruka said.

Otoya raised his glass to his lips. "Not at all."

Haruka giggled. "You say that now. Well Friday you'll have a great time."

"Unlikely."

"Daddy~" Tomo smiled plopping down next to Otoya, throwing an arm around her father. "I remember mom telling us stories of how you were always the life of the party."

He laughed at her. "That was a very long time ago."

"Afraid to be social?" She waggled her eyebrows.

"Afraid to make friends?" Haruka joined in.

He shook his head. "Like I don't have enough problems with the two of you."

"Just go and have fun." Haruka smiled.

"Party! Party!" Cheered Tomo.

xxx

Friday came to fast for Otoya. His daughters had talked him into saying yes. But it had been a long two days. He was tired. Excuses circled around his head why he couldn't go. But none of them ever actually made it to his lips. He knew that his daughters would be disappointed if he made excuses after they had tried so hard to get him to feel as if it were okay to go. He didn't like to leave them at home alone, not because he didn't trust them, but because he felt like he should be there since their mother wasn't. Naturally, they didn't feel like he should give up his life for them. They were teenagers, and good girls at that, they could take care for at least one night a month so he could have a drink with the people he worked with.

"So you're actually coming this time?" Eiichi asked, his face shocked. "What happened get in trouble at home?"

Otoya gritted his teeth, but didn't say anything.

"What about you?" The brunette turned his attention to the desk next to him when Otoya didn't give him anything but silence. "Can you make it?"

Tokiya looked up at him, unsure. "I'm sorry what is it again?"

"We're all going out to drink tonight. Are you coming?"

"I'm not sure. Drinking isn't something I normally do."

"Oh come on." Eiichi leaned over his desk. "It's a one time opportunity. Otoya never comes out with us."

Tokiya eyed the redhead. "Really?"

"He's over-exaggerating."

"When was the last time you came?" Otori smirked. "I've known you for a long time. And you coming out to drink on a Friday night is the rarest thing you'll ever do."

Tokiya chuckled. "Sounds like fun."

"So we can count you in?" Their boss said, overjoyed.

"Yeah, I suppose."

"Great." He turned to leave. "Thanks Ittoki for helping."

"With what?" He called out but the other was already gone.

"So, you don't get out much." Ichinose tried to sound polite.

Otoya just didn't feel like talking to the newest source of his exhaustion. He could tell that the blue haired man was trying his hardest to be nice and social, but Otoya just wasn't having any of it. "Talking to people just isn't my thing."

"O-oh." He fell quiet.

Ittoki sighed. Now he had to feel bad. "Family comes first."

It didn't really seem to cheer him up, but he didn't look like he was sulking anymore. Otoya couldn't help but to let his red eyes wonder over to the man. He watched him typing out his report that would be needed on Monday. Tokiya was a surprisingly fast learner. All of his paperwork, so far, had been perfect. He rarely asked questions, and what little he did ask was more complex things that he normally would have needed at least a month before getting to.

Red eyes raised from the pale fingers to look at the man. He was in a neat gray suit. His dark blue hair fell into his pale face. He was probably a little taller than himself. Maybe a little thinner. He couldn't really tell. But he looked so colorless against the sea of blue hair and those dark as night eyes.

"Yeah." Tokiya finally said in a small voice. "I understand that."

xxx

Otoya hated sitting at the table, surrounded by people he didn't really know, wishing he could be at home. He looked across the table to see Tokiya squirming just as much as he was. He looked so out of place and uncomfortable. His hands clutched his cup, but the liquid inside remained untouched. Otoya wanted to laugh. He and Tokiya were more alike than he thought. Although, he probably didn't look as distressed.

"And this guy!" Eiichi Yelled, his face red, as he clung to Otoya. "This guy, he won't admit it, but he's such a good dad. Ittoki, Ittoki. I wish you were my dad. You're such a good dad."

"Thanks." Otoya blushed trying to push him away. This drunken idiot, he called (a somewhat)friend, really loved to rant when he was drunk. But this, this was just embarrassing.

"Such a good dad." He hiccuped. "How are the girls?"

"Fine." Otoya continued to pull away.

"And don't forget about our newbie." Eiichi let go on his own. He rushed around the table, bumping into the corner, to the blue haired man's side. "Ah, you remember when we met Tokiya? Good days~"

"Yeah." Tokiya sounded as if he was remembering the worst days of his life. Otoya internally chuckled, probably high school.

"Ah, I remember I broke my leg while skating.."

"Eiichi, I think you've had enough to drink." Tokiya interrupted with a glare.

"Eh?" Eiichi said letting the other male that he hung on to go. "We're just getting started. Don't tell me you want to leave."

There were some boos around the table.

"Yeah, actually I am."

"Toki, you're no fun. So straight-laced like always." Eiichi booed poking his face. "Fine, take Otoya with you. Good daddy needs to get back to his girls."

"Don't call me that." Ittoki said, even though he was flattered that Eiichi thought so highly of him.

"Are you ready to leave?" Tokiya asked annoyed.

"Hell yes." Otoya stood.

"Daddy, swear jar." Eiichi called out.

"Shut up." Otoya growled as he and Tokiya left.

The walked out of their little secluded karaoke room. Eiichi had demanded that they went out to karaoke, and yet he got drunk before being able to even pick up a mic. And, to be honest, Otoya was glad that he didn't have to stay long enough to listen to the brunette sing. From what he had heard, through all the rumors of poor employees that had been forced to go there with him, he was horrible. Actually he was a very good singer, only when he wasn't drunk.

"I'm so glad we left." Tokiya loosened his tie. "I hate hanging around him when he's like that."

"How long have you known him?"

"Since elementary school." Tokiya shook his head. "I was so grateful when he decided to go to a different college than me. I thought I would be stuck with him forever."

"Ugh." Otoya said jokingly. "Because of your selfishness I got stuck with him at college. We were roommates."

"I feel really bad for you." Tokiya gave a small chuckle. His hand turned the doorknob, pushing the door out. The cold blasted in their faces, making both of them shudder. "Winters here are harsher than I remember."

"Did you go abroad for college?"

"Yeah." He smiled weakly. "Something like that."

Otoya started to swerve left to the parking lot when he noticed Tokiya standing by the edge. He watched as the poor man tried to hail a taxi. Otoya couldn't help but to soften. He couldn't just let the blue haired man stand out there and freeze.

"Hey!" He called. "Do you need a ride?"

"N-no. I'll be okay." His blue eyes stared at the road. He looked both ways and saw that nothing was coming before turning back. His blue eyes pleading. "Please."

"Come on." Otoya waved him over.

"Thank you."

"Where do you live?" Otoya asked, his keys jingled as he unlocked his door.

"The apartment complex near the hospital. Do you know where that is?"

Otoya fastened his seat belt and waited for Tokiya to follow his example. "Yeah, I live near there."

"Really?" The blue haired man asked.

"No, not really. But it's closer than having to drive Eiichi home."

"Ugh." Tokiya groaned, which made the redhead laugh. "He lives on the other side of town."

"Yeah." Otoya chuckled again.

xxx

"You what?" Otoya tried his hardest not to yell into his phone. The obvious distress in his voice had drawn Tokiya's attention away from his work and over to the redhead, who was hunched over his desk, whispering in his phone. "I can't come get you, I'm at work."

Tokiya's blue eyes watched his neighbor shift uncomfortably. He didn't really know how Otoya was feeling, since he wasn't a father, but watching his movements and listening to his voice, he could tell that it was probably one of his girls on the other end. He couldn't really tell what it was about but judging by the time, His girls should have been at school. He watched as the other man's face paled, before whispering a hushed good bye.

"Is everything okay?" Tokiya asked. He liked to imagine that since that night that he and the redhead had actually talked, riding home from the stupid karaoke night, that they had become friends. Or at least acquaintances.

Otoya gave him a small, forced, smile. "Oh, my oldest just broke her arm. She needs me to get her from the hospital."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's no problem." He paused. "Since I'm going that way I could give you a ride home."

"N-no, I'd hate to bother you."

"Please." Red pleading eyes looked at him. "I hate going to the hospital, so as payment you would have to go with me."

Tokiya gulped, but agreed all the same.

Okay, this isn't going to be a long (chapter wise) story. It was a request from a guest user.

So enjoy and stuff.

Review if you want. I'm not expecting it though.

Disclaimer- I still don't own Utapri or Broccoli or anything else like that.

SK