AN: This story is all about Asami and Akihito's kids. It's all the stuff that tried to make it's way into chapter 22 of Forever.

Dedicated to all those who took the ride with me and will be joining this ride in the future.

Ryuji grinned as he gathered up all of his things, a grin on his face. Today was the that he was finally going to do what he had been wanting to do for the last two years. With butterflies in his stomach, Ryuji raced home. Home being the giant penthouse on the top floor of a forty story building owned by his father. Once he was home, Ryuji wasted no time in bathing and grooming himself. Tonight was a very special night and he had to look his best. Ryu looked himself over critically. His hair was slicked back just like his father always wore his own. His face was perfectly shaven clean and the suit he wore was new, chosen just for this night. Instead of the all black suits he normally wore for work and formal occasions, this suit was a stormy ocean blue. His love's favourite color. Deciding that he looked his best, he spritzed on some of the cologne that his love had bought him. It was a light scent that was masculine but not over powering.

As Ryuji stepped from his room, he was blinded by a bright flash of light. When his vision cleared, he saw his mother standing before him, camera in hand and a giant grin on his face. Ryuji had tried to keep his plans for tonight a secret but his mother was a journalist and therefore a natural born snoop. It hadn't taken long for Akihito to learn what his eldest and first born was up to and he had naturally told his husband, Ryuji's father. His reached out and hugged him tight then stood on tip toe to kiss his cheek. Well he tried to reach his cheek. In the end Ryu had to bend down so that his mother could reach said cheek. Akihito starred up at his beloved baby boy. He couldn't believe how tall the boy, well man now, was. Ryuji now stood at six foot four, three inches taller than his father who only stood at a mere six foot one. Akihito grinned to himself deciding that he would definitely tease his husband about his height later. Of course in his eagerness to tease his husband, Akihito forgot that he was even shorter then Asami. Akihito took more photos of his son and Ryuji was kind enough to pose like he was some kind of model. At one point he even removed his jacket, tie and vest, leaving only his unbuttoned shirt on with it's sleevs rolled up to his elbows.

At the sight of his son's well toned body, Akihito laughed and waved a hand in front of his face as if he was overheated. Then he let out a whistle. "Woo! Your such a hottie Ryu! If your not careful you'll end burning the house, no all of Tokyo down!"

A deep chuckle greeted that comment and an arm snaked around Akihito's waist. "All right that's enough. If you don't let him go now, he'll be late."

Akihito scowled up at his husband. "Oh, your just jealous that you don't look like that anymore. Not with all that old man flab!" Asami just raised a dark brow. He turned to face Ryu, a key dangling from his forefinger.

"Floor thirty eight, first door on the right." Asami picked Akihito up and threw him over his shoulder, causing the younger man to let out a squeal and wriggle. One large hand came up and smacked Akihito's ass.

Ryuji shook his head. Smiling as he made his way to the door. Never how much time went by, the love his parents had for each other never faded, it only grew deeper and deeper. When Ryuji reached his destination on the thirty ninth floor, he was greeted by a scowling Kei. Though the man loved Ryuji, he hadn't been to happy with the boy for the last two years. Not since he had walked in on Ryuji and his daughter having sex. Ryuji amused himself by trying to decide if it was the fact that it he had been twenty one while she had been sixteen at the time or if it was just because it was his daughter. Or perhaps it was because he had her bound to the bed with soft leather cuffs. Ryu grinned to himself. He really was like his father. Ryuji was distracted from his thoughts and the scowl was wiped from his face when Ryu's date arrived at the door. She was a lovely sight to be hold, dressed in a ankle length, stormy ocean blue strapless dress. She had silver shawl over her shoulders that matched her silver shoes and small purse. Her long dark hair fell to her face in a wild mass of curls. Her makeup was light with her eyes done in a light blue shade with a darker midnight blue lining them. Her lips glimmered with a pale peach color. Ryuji stepped forward and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Hello gorgeous.!"

"Hello handsome!" Sora pressed a kiss to her father's cheek then she was waving bye to her older sister and her other father. As the elevator descended, Ryu wrapped his arms around Sora and pulled her in for a deep kiss. The restaurant that Ryu took her to was a small Italian Bistro that was Sora's favourite. The food was excellent and they chatted happily through the meal and when dessert came, the couple fed each other. Unlike his father, Ryu shared his mother's love for sweets. During his early teens, Ryu had dated and experimented with sex, trying to find what made him happy. In the end he could never anyone that he wanted to stay around for more than a quick fuck. It wasn't until he had spent a night alone with Sora that he realized that the one he wanted was right beneath his nose. Sora was smart, sexy and strong. She was like her father in many ways and was not someone to mess with or take lightly. On the other hand, Sora was kind hearted. Just like Ryu's mother. Truth was he had always wanted a partner and lover that was just like his mother. Sora was that person and he found himself lucky that she loved him as much as he loved her.

They walked hand in hand through the park. Ryu led Sora to to the large cherry tree by the lake. There beneath the tree, Ryu went to one knee and held out a small box. Inside was a simple gold band with a single pink diamond set in it's center. It was simple but he knew that it would suit Sora and that she would love it. "Suoh Sora, my one and only heart. The wind beneath my wings, the light to my darkness. I love you as the day is long and the night sky is dark. I have been waiting for this day for the last two years. Will you, Suoh Sora do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Tears streamed from Sora's beautiful chocolate brown eyes. "Yes." She whispered. Then she threw herself into Ryu's arms and hugged him tight. "YES! YES! YES! YES!" Sora pressed kisses all over Ryu's face. Laughing happily, he slid the ring onto her finger. From the park, the young couple made their way to their new home on the thirty eighth floor in the apartment located behind the first door on the right. Once they were there, the couple took a rather steamy tour of every room. Twice.

*VF*

The wedding was a beautiful affair. Sora was a lovely sight to see in her white kimono, walking down the isle on her father's arm. Kei tried hard to hide his tears but he was unsuccessful. Akihito cried all during the wedding though he did not let that interfere with his job as the wedding photographer. Akihito kept switching from feeling honored that the couple had asked him to the wedding or calling his son a cheap bastard. Akihito had been unable to charge his son a single yen for his work, even when the kid had offered to pay him double his normal fee. Akihito sighed. This morning he had found that a large sum of money had been deposited into his personal account. The same amount that Ryu had offered him. Seamed that his husband, Asami Bastard Ryuichi had problems taking money from his son. It was business after all. When he learned of this he tried to give the money back but both Ryus had put their foot down. Asami then made it so Akihito could not access his account. "Stupid high handed bastard yakuza." Akihito mumbled under his breath. He really regretted putting his money in the very bank that Asami owned.

The reception was a lively event with laughter and good cheer. Kei and Kazumi both had big goofy grins on their faces and happy tears in their eyes as they both had a father / daughter dance. Sora smiled beautifully and Ryuji had a possessive look, just like his father, as they shared their first dance. Akihito probably took far more pictures than needed when Sora danced with Asami for their goddaughter / godfather dance. What could he say? After all these years, Asami was still his favourite subject to capture in his viewfinder. Akihito was shocked when Sora pulled him onto the dance floor. He tried to protest and say that it was unprofessional but no one would he his protests and so he was dragged out for a dance with Sora as her other godfather, while Ryuji the groom took the thought that he would be free once the song was done but then he was swept away from Sora and into his son's. It was time for the son / mother dance.

Ryuji chuckled at his mother's embarrassment. He leaned down and brushed a tender kiss to his mother's temple. "You shouldn't be so shy." Akihito just scowled up at his son.

"Just where is my camera?"

"I set it up on the tripod to take photos on it's own. Don't worry, daddy's guarding it."

Akihito let out a boisterous laugh. "I can't believe you still call him daddy!"

"Is there any reason I should stop, mommy?"

"No but you are twenty three. Most stop by the time their ten. Tell me do you call him that at work?"

"Yes." When the song ended, Akihito tried to escape again but Ryuji refused to let go. "I want to show you off."

"What?!"

"Is there something wrong about a groom wanting to show off the one who gave birth to him?"

"No. But the one you should be showing off should be your bride."

"Why would I show off my bride when I plan to keep her all to myself?"

Akihito chuckled. "Just like your father."

*VF*

Ryuji was not happy. He had only just arrived home only an half hour ago from his week long honeymoon. Yet instead of warming up the bed with his sexy other half, he was here. In a dusty, old, smelly warehouse. He scowled at the three older men who greeted him at the door. "So what was so important that you all had to drag me from my wife's arms?"

Kei pulled out his tablet and began to read out loud. " About two months ago, a small time up and coming yakuza approached us for backing. We refused. Unhappy with our answer, they begin to raid our warehouse. Fortunately they only ever found the empty false warehouse. Then about a week ago, they discovered the the real ones. They began to tamper with or steal our merchandise. Last night two of their thugs were caught and questioned. They revealed that shortly after we turned them down, a upstart politician approached them. He offered them information and backing if they were to make his competiton disappear. Early this morning, one Ayumu Goro was invited to stay in our comfortable accommodations. You father decided that it should be you who has a talk with him."

"Bring him then and have him completely stripped of all clothing." Ryuji removed his jacket, tie and vest then rolled up his shirtsleeves to his elbow. Ryuji approached the politician with a grin and a small pairing knife. The man sneered and spat at Ryuji's feet. Asami sat back with a glass of whisky in one hand. His boy was really growing up. The boy was currently working at Sion and getting his law and business degrees. Just like his father. A grin crossed Asami's face as he watched his genius son work. The boy had used the small knife to slice teeny tiny cuts all over Ayumu's left arm. He then cut a fresh lemon into slices. Ryu took a slice and began to squeeze the juice into the cuts. Ayumu's screams filled the warehouse. Before Ryuji could start on the next arm, Ayumu was ratting out the traitor in Sion and giving over all the information that he had. Ayumu was released and sent home. He would live. As the pet of the Asamis.

The traitor was captured and brought to the warehouse. All the men who worked for Sion were brought to bare witness to the punishment that would be handed out to those who betrayed Sion and the Asamis. Long in to the next night, father and son worked, Many of the men who were brought in, ended up tossing their cookies onto the floor. No one would forget this nightmare.

AN: By the way, lemon juice in a knife wound really, really hurts. I should know as I made the mistake of cutting my finger while cooking and then squeezing fresh lemon juice into my food.