Author's Note: I'm back! Yay! Well, so the sequel is finally up! And let me tell you, due to character development, the story has me whipped. It's good to see all my readers back for more! I don't really have anything to say except, welcome back!

Two giggling children crotched in the closest, thinking they had finally won this game of hide and seek. One was a little boy with flaming red hair and the other was a little girl with the shiniest black tresses one would ever set eyes on. Murky blue-green eyes gazed into the other's black ones, mirth glimmering on the surface. The two immediately stopped laughing when they heard the light pad of feet jogging up the stairs. The door across the hall opened and the two children uttered a dismayed sigh. They heard their papa's voice.

"Kichiro, have you seen your brother and sister?"

Neither heard a response, but they both knew that their brother had indicated their exact location. For some reason, he always seemed to know where they were hiding. Footsteps hurried across the hall and into their room. The steps came closer and closer…until…the door to the closest burst open and two blurs zoomed past their papa in a burst of speed, laughing all the way. The man turned tail and chased after them, down the stairs, through the kitchen, into the family room…

The front door creaked open and immediately both children stopped and squealed. "Daddy's home! Daddy's home!" The man chasing them slowed to a stop in the family room, bending at the waist and letting out a pant. These two had been running him all day. He could hear the sound of the children's excitement from out in the foyer and a loud 'THUNK' upon the ground. He looked up and grinned at his lover who gave him a reproachful stare in return. Two children hung onto their daddy's legs, glowing with delight.

"Did you two give papa a hard time again?" he said, looking down at them.

They looked up with innocent eyes. "Of course not daddy!" His expression turned to one of disapproval. The children looked down. "Yes."

"Well, then, perhaps we won't take you to Konoha with us. Papa and I can go all by ourselves."

"NO! Take us with you!"

Lee let out a laugh. "It's okay Gaara! I am a great ninja. Their games have not worn me out! I had no trouble at all!"

Gaara let out a snort. "You mean like the last time when I came home and the house was on fire?"

"A minor fluke!"

Gaara rolled his eyes before looking down at his children. "Go hurry up and pack. We're leaving for Konoha in an hour and if you two and your brother aren't ready, papa and I will leave you behind."

The children let out a gasp and sprinted up the stairs, sure that their daddy wasn't bluffing. Lee chuckled as he watched the two run off. "You know, they really do think that you'll leave them behind if they're naughty. How do you do it?"

"You spoil them too much. They know you'd give them anything."

"Well of course! They are my children!"

Gaara rolled his eyes again and stepped up to Lee. Wrapping his arms around Lee's neck he gave a smirk before smashing their lips together. Lee responded for a moment and then pulled away. "The kids will see!"

"No they won't. They're packing." Gaara replied before giving Lee another vicious kiss. Hesitation forgotten, Lee backed Gaara up against a wall and lifted one of the red-head's legs, thrusting forward and earning himself a gasp. Gaara leaned his head back against the wall as Lee began biting his neck. Both were lost in a moment of bliss before they heard a growl from the kitchen doorway.

Lee and Gaara immediately stopped and looked over at their son Kichiro, who was giving both of them a revolted look. "Father, Lee, please don't do that while we're home. It's disgusting."

Lee immediately dropped Gaara's leg and turned pleading eyes to the third child. "Please don't call me Lee! You know you can call me papa!"

Kichiro's pale green eyes flashed a bright yellow as he stared abhorrently at Lee. "You…are not my father." He hissed.

Lee's eyes swelled with tears at the insult and Gaara's eyes narrowed. The boy before him had shoulder length black hair and eyes that were too old for his age. Everyone agreed that the boy was a genius, a prodigy—even if he was an insufferable one. It was true, Kichiro hated everyone and everything he'd ever come in contact with. The only person he listened to or gave anything remotely close to respect to was Gaara, and this too was bare minimum. At nearly four years old, Kichiro seemed to have the mind of a bitter thirty year old.

Gaara crossed his arms over his chest. "Even if you don't like Lee you will show him respect. Do not make me speak to you about this again. Is that clear?"

Kichiro's eyes flashed yellow again before he sneered. "Alright father. I will try not to insult your boy toy any longer."

"Kichiro; go pack your things and be ready to go. Now leave."

The young boy gave one last hateful look to Lee before turning on his heal and walking out of the room. Lee fell into Gaara's arms, sobbing. "Why does he hate me so much? I do not understand!"

Gaara rubbed his lover's back and gazed at the spot where his son once stood. From birth, Gaara had known something wasn't right. Shukaku had done something during his pregnancy that he still couldn't figure out. Since his birth, Gaara had seen the changes in Kichiro and soon came to realize just who exactly had given him that last child. Gaara didn't like to think of it, but seeing the boy was a constant reminder of what he had gone through with Orochimaru. Of course, he couldn't bear the thought of telling Lee that. He couldn't bear the shame and guilt if Lee were to know that Orochimaru had raped him.

Of course no one suspected a thing. With the black hair and green eyes, everyone assumed Kichiro was, in fact, Lee's child. But Gaara knew better and it killed him inside. The one thing though, that grated on Gaara's nerves even more then the knowledge of just who's child it was, was one very simple question; how did Shukaku do it? He had only two months of pregnancy left to go when Orochimaru raped him. So how was a child able to develop in just two months? Gaara shook his head. It wasn't important. Shukaku was gone and Kichiro was here. There was no longer any way for Gaara to find an answer without consulting someone else like Shikamaru or Tsunade, which was something he was unwilling to do.

Lee eventually calmed and the two went into the kitchen and sat in silence. Their things were already packed in their room along with supplies. Gaara still, even after two years, was feeling the effects of having Shukaku within him. He slept very little and so was able to pack all their things last night for which Lee was grateful.

Eventually, after another twenty minutes of waiting, two running pairs of feet could be heard and in slid two small children. The girl looked over at her brother and grinned. "I won!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yes I did!" She stuck her tongue out and crossed her arms over her chest. "Isn't that right papa?"

Lee looked down at her and gave an uncomfortable smile. "Aya, you and Hiroshi are both winners!"

Aya pouted out her lips and stared up at her father with her liquid black eyes. "But papa, I thought you loved me best!"

Lee hugged her tight. "I love both of you very much!"

Hiroshi jumped next to Lee. "I want a hug too!"

Lee pulled both of his kids into his arms, erasing all lasting sorrow about the third child in the house. "Well! We'd better get going!"

Gaara walked up and the stairs, leaving the other three to sit and play for a moment. Once upstairs, he stood outside Kichiro's door. He didn't need to knock. The child already knew he was there. Kichiro opened the door with a bag slung over his shoulder. Gaara turned around without a word and headed back downstairs.