A/n So first chapter of I'm Back. Yes I know the title is really bad but I couldn't think of anything better. SO this story could be anywhere from 3 to 6 chapters depending on how far I can go with the plans forming in my head right now. The updates will be totally random and very different in length, I'll try to respond to any and all reviews sent my way and so . . . yeah. Italics are flashbacks.

*sigh* nope still don't own PoT

Warning: YAIO! mentions of prostitution and Fuji, becuase Fuji deserves his own warning.

Description: It's been six years since Tezuka Kunimitsu has seen Echizen Ryoma, his ex-lover. Still totally head-over-heels for the young tennis prodigy, what happens when Tezuka encounters a chance meeting with Ryoma's . . .

Six years . . . thirty-six months, too many days to count. That's how long it has been since I saw my lover; six long years. I told him that it would be better if he didn't have me wait for him. I thought he would understand that I just didn't want him to feel obligated to come to Japan when he needed to pay attention to his tennis.

Now he is retired, has been for a year, but I haven't been able to speak to him. He won't take my calls, and I sometimes hope he has a new lover—

"OYAJI! OYAJI, WHERE ARE YOU!" Tezuka Kunimitsu was torn from his thoughts when he heard the distressed screams of a young boy lost in the park he was jogging towards. He turned toward the child and what he saw stopped him in his tracks.

It was a little boy, like any other little boy, but something was different. Tezuka took a tentative step in the direction of the green haired, golden eyed boy. He looked about five and scared to death. Tezuka kneeled as the boy looked into Tezuka's eyes and it was like they were having a silent conversation; much like how he used to communicate with him. The little boy reached out and pulled off the older man's glasses and gazed into his eyes before smiling and says;

"Oyaji always says that his favorite person wears glasses and his eyes are a really pretty chocolate color. Your eyes are pretty too," Tezuka looked at the little boy; shocked that his words sounded so much like something heard from a certain boy years before. "Excuse me but could you help me find my Oyaji?" Tezuka nodded at the boy. "Thanks! He is about as tall as you and he is carrying a tennis bag over his right shoulder. Also his hair and eyes are the same color as mine,"

Tezuka just shook his head; no way, it couldn't be, he couldn't be this boy's father, no way.

"ROTEKI! ROTEKI! WHERE ARE YOU!" Tezuka froze. No way. No freaking way. That's not possible. The little boy looked up suddenly and grinned. Tezuka turned and couldn't believe his eyes. It was him, it was really him.

"Oyaji! I'm right here! You found me!" Roteki ran past the older man who he was talking to. Right into the arms of Tezuka's younger ex-lover; Echizen Ryoma, "Oyaji, this really nice man helped me when I couldn't find you. He has chocolate brown eyes and glasses just like your favorite person!" Ryoma then looked up from the little boy in his arms and his face froze in shock.

"Kuni . . ." The word escaped Ryoma's lips before he could contort his face in disgust, "Thanks for helping my son, I'm leaving now," he turned on his heel and started stalking off till he heard a whisper of sound from the direction of the man who broke his heart in two.

"I'm sorry,"

"It's too late for 'I'm sorry' buchou if you wanted to say something like that you should have said it before you watched me get on that plane." The young Echizen then took off, his son in his arms, tennis bag over his shoulder. Running, running, running, wishing he could run away from memories but he hadn't a split step that could do that . . .

"Kunimitsu? Are you alright? You seem like you're daydreaming," The brown haired boy turned to his mother as she addressed him.

"No I'm fine mom, just a bit tired from my jog. I'm going to take a bath after dinner and go to sleep. Do you mind if I spend the night? I'd rather not walk home tonight," his mother smiled at her only son.

"Absolutely Kunimitsu, you are always welcome here," his father grunted in affirmative as well. The young Tezuka bowed in thanks and slipped out to get ready for bed.

Ryoma . . . he's really back . . . and he has a son, so he must be married . . . but I didn't see a ring. Regardless he hates me for what I did, but if I was him I would hate me too. I just hope that he has a good life now . . . and a partner who is better than I was.

"Oyaji! Oyaji! Quick come look, I can see the star! Come on, come on, come on!" a little green haired boy latched onto his father's leg and tried to yank him away from the sink where he was washing dishes.

"Just a second Roteki, calm down they will still be there in a couple minutes, haha," The twenty-five year old father looked down at his son and chuckled at the pout that he received from a put-out Roteki. "All right, all right, just let me dry my hands and we can go look at the stars." The young boy smiled at ran off to get the telescope from his room in their small apartment. Ryoma smiled as he remembered their discussion about the telescope, he would have to tell his mom about that tomorrow when they go for a visit.

"But oyaji! This telescope was from your special person! You said that I could bring it anywhere!" Roteki had on his ultra-mega-super pout and Ryoma was fighting an uphill battle.

"Echizen Roteki, I don't want to have to explain again. We don't have enough room in our new apartment for it. So you either have to give up the telescope or something else," the words slipped out of Ryoma's mouth before he could think about what they meant, Roteki grinned at his father and Ryoma knew he was caught.

"Okay oyaji I'll give up my Lego collection for the telescope!" Ryoma slapped his palm against his forehead.

"You should have totally seen that one coming," Ryoma's lips tweaked up into a small smirk at his mother's words, " He is definitely your son that is for sure," They were sitting on the porch drinking tea and Ponta watching Roteki play against his grandfather, Nanjiro.

"Yeah he's a really good kid, but sometimes I worry that without a mother he might get picked on or something like that. We had a maid in the US that was a kind of mother to him but when we moved she got another job. I really am worried about him," Ryoma looked at his tennis shoes like they would somehow give him the answers to all of his problems.

"Sweetheart I have no idea what happened with you and Roteki's mother but I know that you are a great dad and nothing can change that. I never expected you to every settle down and have a son, you were always so aloof and when we found out you were gay we really doubted we would ever get grandkids. I still don't understand how Roteki came along because I know your opinions on girls. But I know you will tell me the story when you are ready and that's good enough for me," Rinko smiled and kissed her son on the forehead.

"OYAJI! GRANDPA BEAT ME! NOW I HAVE TWO PEOPLE THAT I NEED TO BECOME STRONGER TO BEAT!" Ryoma grinned at his son, how he was always able to make everything seem better, Ryoma didn't know but he was grateful for it all the same.

"OISHI DID YOU HEAR OCHIBI IS BACK!" a certain red-headed, hyperactive, personal trainer screamed over the phone at his boyfriend.

"Eiji calm down, yes I heard about that we must have a party so we can see if he got a girlfriend in America," The black haired OB/Gen doctor on the other end of the line answered.

"YAY!" there was some mumbling from Eiji's end, "Fuji, Momo, Kaido and Inui say hi! And Fuji said he will go invite Ryoma tomorrow because he knows where he lives! This Saturday! See you at home Oishi!" And with that they hung up and Oishi was rather excited to see the baby of Segaku again.

"Kunimitsu! I've missed you!" Fuji smiled at his best friend since pre-school, "So did you hear the great news? Ryoma's back!" Tezuka simply nodded at his sadistic best friend. It wasn't spoken but the stoic boy could tell that the genius was wondering if Ryoma had contacted him.

"Yes I know, I ran into him in the park," Fuji opened his eyes; something was wrong, but he wasn't going to pry.

"Oh well, just wondering, oh and there is a party this Saturday for Ryoma's home-coming. You will be there." With that the blue eyed tensai stood up and walk out of the coffee shop. Now it was time to tell the young prodigy about this weekend.

Bzzz Fuji was buzzed up to the apartment without even a word from Ryoma. That's odd, normally I would have to beg or threaten to get into his apartment . . . Why did he just let me in? The answer came in the form of a small child peeking through the doorway of Ryoma's humble abode. An almost exact carbon-copy of the man Fuji had come to see.

"Roteki? Did you buzz somebody up without my knowing? I told you not to do that, Japan is not the same as . . ." Ryoma trailed off when he saw just who his grinning five year old let in.

"You must be Fuji-sempai! I'm Echizen Roteki Oyaji told me AAAAAAALLLLLL about you and my other uncles!" both adults just stared at the child as if he had grown another head and two more arms.

"Roteki go to your room and make sure that you made your bed," Ryoma did his best to sound firm even though this was not the way he wanted his former sempai to find out he had a son.

"But Daaaaaad"

"No buts go do it now," Roteki bowed his head knowing the tone his father only used when there were no loopholes. He walked off into his room; there was an uncomfortable silence that followed in his wake until Fuji decided to ask.

"I just came over to invite you to a party at the Kawamura sushi restaurant . . . So where is his mother?"

"Probably still whoring over in the US. Want some tea? I'm just about going to make lunch for Roteki and I. I'll explain after I send him outside to play with the people across the street,"

For once the tensai was at a loss for words, the baby of segaku had his own baby, and he just openly admitted it was a prostitute who was the mother. What happened before he left for the states? Does it have to do with Tezuka's hurt look before? What am I missing?

"Kayla. Her name is Kayla Smith." Fuji was so lost in thought he hadn't noticed that Roteki had ran out the door saying he would be back for lunch, "She is the older sister of Kevin Smith. He and I became good friends when I moved to America the first time. He heard about my break-up," That would explain a lot, Fuji thought, "and thought that if he hooked me up with his sister that it would make me feel better. He still has no idea that she works as an escort. Anyways long story short I got a call three weeks after our night and she said she needed money for an abortion. I was immensely ticked off that she would think of getting rid of the baby so I made her a deal. She would carry the baby to term, give him to me and never show her face to me again. In return I gave her a million dollars and the promise that I wouldn't tell Kevin that she is a whore. I haven't heard from her in five years so I guess she really didn't want a kid."

They sat there in silence for a while, Fuji thinking about the information just given to him; Ryoma waiting for Fuji to speak.

"Who all knows about Roteki? . . . Does buchou know?"

"My parents know about him and he met Roteki in the park a couple days ago by accident; other than that, just you and Kevin. Please don't say anything until the party, I'm going to take Roteki and explain to them myself," Fuji nodded his head and they sat discussing life until Roteki came back and they all ate lunch together.

"Fuji, nyan? You okay? You've been frowning ever since you visited Ochibi yesterday." The red-headed acrobatic player was hanging off the blue-eyes tensai; all the former regulars where present and accounted for they were just waiting for the youngest to show up so the party could start.

"I'm all right, just thinking. Have you set everything up?" Eiji nodded enthusiastically and bounced away as the front door opened and revealed two figures.

"Hey sempai, sorry we're late; couldn't find a shoe this morning and it messed up our whole schedule," Ryoma announced to everyone there, however nobody was looking at him. All their eyes were glue on the little boy he was giving a piggy-back ride.

"Ahh Ryoma? Who is this?" Oishi asked. Roteki looked shyly at Ryoma and when he got a smile from his father started grinning.

"I'm Echizen Roteki! Oyaji said we were going to meet my uncles today that must be you!" seven pairs of eyes silently stared at the smiling boy for a few seconds until all hell broke loose.

A/n Thank you for reading! I hope that you enjoyed it and will leave a review! I'm still writing the next chapter, will probably have it up in April depending on if I'm busy or not. Thank you again for reading my story and I sincerely hope you will read the next chapter when I put it up!