Disclaimer: Don't own it

Rating: PG? PG-13?

Warnings: Shounen-ai, and hints at sex.

Pairings: Fuji and ?

Simple Questions

Fuji Syuusuke sat on the hood of his car, watching the front doors of the elementary school as parents lined the street, waiting for the bell to ring, waiting for their children to run up to them, holding up a crayon drawing which you can't really make out. Or trailing macaroni across the path as they try to show you the macaroni picture they made.

Fuji felt comfortable in this world. Just waiting for his son to skip down the path to him.

But as the tennis player saw his son, he noticed the boy's face set in a confused mask, his bag dragging along behind him. Fuji Daiki raised his eyes to look at his father, lips pursed in a pout. Fuji opened the passenger seat door and helped his tiny son climb in.

"What'd you learn today, Daiki?" Asked Fuji his normal smile soft and questioning, buckling in the boy and closing the door, he moved to the driver's side and slid into his seat.

"Daddy, what's sex?" Fuji's smile tightened.

"It's when you make love." He answered quickly as the little boy bounced a tennis ball against his palm.

"What's love?" Daiki asked, large eyes questioning. Fuji leaned down and retrieved his keys, pulling out onto the street.

"It's when you like someone very, very much."

"Do you love Mommy?" Daiki's eyes were wide as he observed his father. Fuji shifted in his seat, fixing his son with a smile.

"Of course I love Mommy." Fuji answered, shifting his gaze back to the road.

"Do you make love with Mommy?" Daiki asked, tilting his head to one side. Fuji turned the corner a little sharply.

"That's not something you should just outright ask." Fuji said, smile dangerously thin.

"Oh. Sorry." Daiki looked at his lap, kicking his feet against the chair. Suddenly, he looked up. "Well, do you?"

Fuji decided his mother's personality was rubbing off on him, especially the bluntness.

"And we're home!" Fuji pulled into a driveway of a normal home, narrowly missing the curb. Fuji went to the passenger's side of the car and opened the door, unbuckling his son and helping him out of the car.

Daiki turned and pulled his bag out, letting it fall to the ground behind him as he looked at Fuji, head tilted inquiringly.

"Will you always love Mommy?" Asked the boy. Fuji took a moment to think it over as he led the boy up to the door, opening it and gently pushing him in, stepping over the trailing bag.

"Tadaima!" Fuji called when walking into the living room, Fuji saw 'Mommy' lying spread out on a chair, one leg over the arm rest, Ponta in hand, hat pulled over eyes. The head lifted to reveal stunningly golden eyes and a small, knowing, half smile.

"Okaeri." Echizen Ryoma said softly, setting his Ponta down and sitting up to hug his adopted son. Lifting himself from the chair, the short tennis pro kissed Fuji hello and led Daiki into the kitchen.

"Yes." Fuji said softly to himself, sapphire eyes open slightly. "I will always love Mommy."

Then he followed his family into the kitchen, smiling secretly to himself. "But I'm never going to tell him that."

- - -

"Ryoma, our son asked the most interesting questions today." Fuji said as he leaned over Ryoma, kissing along his collar bone.

"Hmm?" A few whispered words and then a look of shock. "Eh!?"

THE END

So so so? Did you like it? Was it boring? Were they out of character? Was Daiki cute? Did I totally blow it? If you review I'd appreciate that! xD