A/N: Booyah, my very first Fudou/Kidou fic! I'm actually a fan of them but never knew what to write about them until now. XD This fic is dedicated to a dear friend of mine, who's also a Fudou/Kidou shipper. :) Please excuse any minor errors I might've made, since I was a little out of it while beta-reading. Enjoy!


"Aaaah~" Fudou Akio plopped down his bag in the sand and had a good stretch as he looked over the bright blue ocean. "We chose the perfect day for the beach~"

"Yeah," Kidou Yuuto answered, scanning their surroundings as well. Since it was an ordinary workday, there weren't many people around, much less families with little children they might trip over. Not like Kidou expected that to happen, but some peace and quiet would do them well. Besides, Fudou hated little children, especially screaming ones. And a beach on a weekend was well full of those. That's why they'd chosen a regular day and taken it off. Well, Kidou had taken it off. Fudou was looking for yet another job after being fired from his sixth one. That guy couldn't keep a job for more than two months. Sometimes Kidou wondered how he ever fell in love with such a shameless slacker, but there was no use pondering it. He just did.

"So, what do you want to do first?" He crouched down and fished a bottle of sunscreen from his bag. "Go for a swim?"

"I thought you'd never—" Fudou stopped himself as he turned around and noticed Kidou's laptop peeking out of his bag. "—the hell is THAT?!"

"It's my laptop," Kidou answered in an unnecessarily obvious manner. "I thought I might do some work on the side while you tanned."

"If I wanted to spend the day tanning, I could just park myself on a chair in the backyard!" Fudou exclaimed. "Bringing your work here with you? Are you serious? This is supposed to be a day of relaxation, remember? I'm not letting you waste this beautiful beach day, you're overworked as it is."

"Now you're exaggerating," Kidou scoffed, but his reddening cheeks revealed otherwise. It was true Fudou had a… little trouble convincing him to go to the beach together. He knew he'd mostly done it so his boyfriend could take a much-needed break, even if Fudou would never admit that. He acted like today was as much for him as it was for Kidou. But since Kidou knew the truth, it was almost an insult that he'd planned to ignore Fudou's efforts and work anyway.

"… you're right," he muttered, and Fudou's angry face finally softened.

"You ain't opening that thing today, got it?" he pointed, and Kidou nodded. "Sorry, Akio. I suppose old habits die hard. Let's have fun today, like we intended."

"Good." Fudou stripped down to his trunks and simply hurled his clothes into the sand, to which Kidou sighed. He laid out a towel and put them there instead. "Let's go swim."

"Just a moment," Kidou pointed at his sunscreen. "You haven't rubbed this in yet."

"Yes I have," Fudou said to the sea.

Kidou rolled his eyes and turned him around by the shoulder. "No, you haven't. I know you're excited but I doubt you want to end up with burns all over your body."

"I know something I'd like all over my body," Fudou smirked, and Kidou gave him a small smack on the cheek with a sunscreen-covered hand. "Perverted idiot. Just stand still."

"Yes, sir~" Fudou's expression didn't change while Kidou worked on his face, shoulders, front, and back. He left him to do his legs himself and then handed over the bottle. "My turn."

"Then I'll have to take these off first," Fudou said as he removed Kidou's green goggles. He smiled into Kidou's deep, red eyes. "I keep telling you, you look like a dumbass with these on. Why do you even wear them here?"

"You know why," Kidou answered, undressing until his trunks were left. "I don't go anywhere without my trademark."

"Pfff." Fudou rolled his eyes. "Trademark, my ass." He started smearing Kidou's face like Kidou had done with him. "You look much better without those things. I like seeing those eyes watch me~"

Kidou smiled at him. "They watch you. Whether I'm wearing these goggles or not."

"Good answer." Fudou finished in somewhat of a hurry and asked: "Can we go now?"

"We can go," Kidou declared, and Fudou raced towards the water, leaving him the dust. "Ah—Akio!" Startled, Kidou followed him. "At least have a little decency!"

But Fudou ran straight into the water and soon dove in, disappearing from view. Kidou walked in not shortly after, keeping a slow pace as he tried to adjust to the chilly temperature. He'd always been told the best way to do that was to dive right in like Fudou had, but it was just too cold for him. Speaking of which, his boyfriend still hadn't come up.

"Akio?" Once the water reached his waist, Kidou stopped and looked around. Fudou was still nowhere to be seen, but that did anything but worry him. Kidou knew him. Fudou was sneaking up on him, ready to startle him from god knows which side. Kidou tried to detect him, but he wasn't quick enough. Suddenly, two hands clang around his ankles and yanked backwards, causing him to fall face-first into the water. Only when Kidou regained his balance did Fudou pop up next to him, wearing a victorious smirk. "Gotcha~"

Kidou shot him a glare. "Is this your idea of swimming? Pulling pranks on me?"

"As if that's any surprise to you." Fudou leaned back and let the water carry him, hands behind his head. He looked confident as ever, as if he believed Kidou couldn't lay a finger on him. Well, that's where he thought wrong.

Kidou grabbed his shoulders and pushed him below the surface, but Fudou was quick to respond and dragged him along. The two continued to try and push each other underwater, eventually laughing all the way through. They only stopped when it started to tire them, but Fudou was still wearing a smile.

"Looks like you've finally eased up a bit," he commented, and Kidou returned the smile. "Who better to leave it to than you," he answered, then added: "I brought a beach ball. I still have to blow it up, though. Want me to go fetch it?"

"You do that," Fudou answered, once again letting himself drift on the water while Kidou returned to the beach. He took out the flat ball, inhaled sharply, and almost put his lips to the lid – but then somebody walked into his view.

Kidou looked up and saw a little girl that couldn't be more than three years old. She wore a purple bathing suit, had a small bow in her hair, and was crying her eyes out. Kidou's eyes flicked over the beach. It looked like she was alone. She probably lost her parents.

"Akio!" he shouted while he approached the girl, crouching down in front of her. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

The girl wiped a fist across her eye, crying so hard her nose started to run. "M-mama…" she sobbed. "Papa…"

Just as he thought. "Don't worry, I'm sure your mama and papa are nearby." Kidou fished some tissues out of one of his bag's compartments and gently wiped her nose. That's when Fudou appeared beside them.

"What's this?" he asked confusedly, almost indignantly. "Who's the kid?"

"I don't know," Kidou answered, looking at him and then back at the girl. "What's your name?" But she was too upset to utter another word. The tears kept flowing, and Kidou soon had to use another tissue. "She's lost her parents," he explained to Fudou. "They're probably around here somewhere. Let's take her to a lifeguard, he'll know what to do."

Fudou rolled his eyes. There wasn't the slightest hint of compassion on his face. "I suppose we don't have a choice," he mumbled. "Grab her and let's go."

Kidou decided not to comment on his cold attitude. He was aware Fudou didn't like the situation, but like he said, they couldn't just leave the poor thing behind. Kidou picked her up in his arms and noticed she actually calmed down a little. "Don't worry, we're going to find your parents," he assured her with a smile, and her face brightened yet again. She was still sobbing slightly, but didn't look nearly as upset as a minute ago.

Kidou threw his bag on his back, just in case they needed something from it. Besides, he wasn't going to leave his valuable laptop behind. He and Fudou started to walk away from their beach spot, looking for a lifeguard and possibly a couple of worried parents.

When they still hadn't found either after twenty minutes, Kidou began to frown. "Do you see anyone?"

"No," Fudou answered annoyedly. "Bet the bastard took the day off or something. Of course he did. Just had to pick this day."

"Don't be so touchy," Kidou told him. "There has to be somebody on this beach."

"A beach that stretches for miles," Fudou answered, visibly becoming angrier. "We could walk around for hours and find nobody."

"Her parents can't be that far," Kidou answered without looking at him.

"And what if they are, huh?" Fudou suddenly stopped, forcing Kidou to stop as well. "We could waste hours of our beach day! Who's stupid enough to lose their kid anyway?"

"It can happen to anyone; it happens more often than you think." Kidou sounded impatient by now. "And we can always visit the beach another day. Finding her parents is more important."

"Like hell we can!" Fudou barked. "Do you know how much I had to push you to even come here? You spend all day working, either holed up in your home office or in that school. I thought I could finally have you to myself for once. But nooo, let's ignore your boyfriend for some stupid crying brat!"

"Don't be so childish!" Kidou retorted. Without noticing, he held the girl closer to his chest, as if wanting to protect her. "You know there'll be other days. You know I have to work day in, day out; I practically have to provide for two because you can't hold onto a job!"

"I'm trying, okay?!" Fudou screamed back. "Do you think I don't know that I put pressure on you? We can't even live together because of my incompetence, like I don't know that! No need to rub it in, asshole!"

"Akio—" Kidou started, but the two flinched when the girl started to cry again. Realizing it was their fight that set her off, Kidou nervously rocked her a little. "There there, we're sorry," he tried. "We won't fight anymore. It's scary when adults raise their voices, I understand."

After a few moments, the girl calmed down again, causing Kidou to sigh in relief. He glanced over at Fudou, who was glaring at the sea with crossed arms. "… I'm sorry, Akio," he said softly. "I know how much this day means to you. It means a lot to me too; I know you're thinking of my well-be—"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Fudou grumbled, waving him off without looking at him. "Let's just keep looking."

"As you want." Kidou decided not to push the issue any further. He knew how much Fudou despised talking about his feelings. That was his unwavering pride, always protecting him. Not that Kidou liked the thought of Fudou deeming it necessary to protect himself from his boyfriend.

Another half hour later, the couple was still as fruitless as before. No one they came across looked remotely concerned, and they still hadn't found someone who could help them. Kidou had stopped to ask a few people if they'd seen anyone looking for a baby, but the answer was painfully constant: no.

Fudou, who'd stuffed his hands in his pockets at this point, threw a glance on a beach restaurant at the edge of the beach. "I'm thirsty," he remarked. "Can we take a break?"

"Yeah, we should," Kidou agreed. "It doesn't look like we're going to find anybody. I'll ask them to borrow the phone so I can call the police. They can take it from there."

"Okay," Fudou answered, and Kidou noticed he wasn't as relieved as he thought about the girl being off their hands. Nor did he throw another tantrum when they went inside, only to hear the phone was broken.

"Great," Kidou sighed. "We'll still take a table, please. I'd like a coffee."

"Beer for me," Fudou added, and the pair plopped down in their chairs on the terrace, Kidou still holding the girl. Stroking her back for comfort, he looked over at his boyfriend, who was staring at their table. "You look rather… calm."

"Yeah, well, not much I can do about it, is there?" Fudou mumbled. "The kid's our responsibility, whether we like it or not. Better get used to it."

Kidou beamed a smile. Fudou still sounded a little frustrated, but he knew his words meant a lot. He must've spent the rest of their walk thinking over what he said. It always took a while to make Fudou see someone else's point of view. He'd always been like that, ever since they played on the same soccer team ten years ago.

"In that case, do you want to hold her?" Kidou continued to smile when Fudou asked him if he was crazy with his eyes. "My arms are wearing out, and she's too tired to cry now. Come on."

"Fiiiine." With a sigh, Fudou held out his hands and awkwardly took over the toddler. "Damn, she's heavy."

"Language," Kidou commented. "She may be tired but she's not sleeping. Don't teach her bad words."

To his surprise, Fudou suddenly smirked at him. There was a moment of silence before… "Ass. Fuck. Bitch. Cunt. Dickface, cocksucker, motherfucking asswipe."

"AKIO!" Kidou promptly stood and snatched the girl back. "Are you out of your mind?!"

Fudou let out a snicker. "Sorry, couldn't resist," he said, smiling for the first time since they went on their little expedition. Realizing that, Kidou withheld from scolding him. Fudou was finally cheering up, even if it was the cost of this girl's learning process. He beheld her in surprise when she suddenly giggled, apparently amused by Fudou's curse parade.

"Hey look, she likes it," Fudou pointed out. "Shall I keep going?"

"NO, you shall not," Kidou answered with a glare. Fudou just snickered again and took an immediate gulp of his beer once their drinks arrived. He seemingly forgot to thank the waiter, so Kidou did it for him. He was about to sip his own coffee when Fudou said: "Hey, give me the bag."

"Huh? Sure." Kidou pushed it over with his foot. "Why do you need it?"

"For this." Fudou fished out his goggles and planted them on Kidou's face. "Look, look at him," he told the girl. She did as she said and burst into another giggling fit.

"Heh. Told you you look like a dumbass, even she thinks so." Fudou got a hold of Kidou's camera and aimed it at them. "I gotta take a picture of this."

Blushing lightly, Kidou quickly took off his goggles. "You're going to take a picture of a complete stranger's baby?"

"Hey, just pretend she's one of the many people you see in the background on pictures," Fudou answered. "And put those back on."

Exhaling a sigh, Kidou did as he said. Fudou took the picture and put down the camera with a content smile. "Perfect."

"Yes, yes, it's perfect," Kidou grumbled embarrassedly. He then handed Fudou his goggles. "Now put those back and finish your beer."

"One sec." Instead of putting them in the bag, Fudou planted the goggles on his own face. "Now give me the baby."

"What—?"

"Hey, it's unfair if only you get a picture with her," Fudou reasoned.

"I'm surprised you even want to be in a picture with her," Kidou said, but he gave the girl to Fudou anyway. Just like with him, she giggled and pointed at his goggles on Fudou's face.

"Eh," Fudou shrugged while installing her on his lap. "I suppose she ain't that bad. At least now that she's quiet."

Shaking his head a little, Kidou grabbed the camera and snapped a picture of him as well. Fudou had a quick look on the small screen and flashed another content smile. "Very good." He put both objects back in the bag and, to Kidou's surprise, didn't ask him to take over the baby. They finished their drinks without another complaint.