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This is IceFlow and CherriAme here with a collaborative work. Hope you all like it.

This is inspired by a manga we have read recently. As usual, the main pairing will be AtoJi, but other pairings will be included as the story continues.

He stared at the two figures standing in the garden, talking amongst each other. It seemed as if those two people did not even notice his presence. It had always been like that… he was always ignored as if he did not exist, when all he wanted was to be acknowledged. Is that not a simple request? To be loved by his own family? Everything changed when he came. Just…

"Mother, who is that?" a young Atobe Keigo inquired as he indicated to a figure standing next to his father. The indicated figure wore a dark blue yukata, which contrasted with the blonde hair and reddish-brown eyes that the figure had. The young Atobe Keigo could not help but be mesmerized by how beautiful this unknown person is, and wondered why his father suddenly glared at him and his mother.

"That's your father's Kami-Sama, Jirou," his mother explained with a small sad smile and immediately added when her son looked at her with confounded gaze. "Apparently, he's a doll that your father treasures above his own family," she clarified.

"He looks just like a human," Atobe pointed out with knitted eyebrows.

His mother merely gave another sad smile at his statement, and murmured, "I suppose he does."

"But why does father spend so much time with him, and not with us? Aren't we his family?" the young heir questioned just as the said person stalked off with Jirou behind him.

"You'll understand when you're older, Keigo," that was all his mother stated as she, too, walked away from the garden.

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Atobe Keigo sat next to the pond, watching the koi fishes swimming about, and listening to the birds chirping nearby. His parents, once again, were hosting a party to celebrate another successful business partnership with some Group. He let out a scowl as he loosened his necktie that he was forced to wear, and glared at the innocent fishes when he remembered how lively the party was.

"I didn't think someone would be here," a voice stated from behind the young heir, nearly startling him in the process.

"You're…" Atobe trailed off as he immediately turned around to see the person he had been watching from afar, and silently added in his mind, 'Jirou.'

"I haven't formally introduced myself to you, have I?" he stated with a smile gracing his expression, and added, "My name is Jirou. Whose family are you from?"

"My name is Atobe Keigo," the young heir introduced as he stood up from his spot and extended his hand to shake with Jirou.

The latter stated his greeting with a calm smile as he shook hands with Atobe, and said, "Ah, so you're Keisuke-sama's son. Nice to finally meet you. How come you're not at the party?"

"The same could be said to you," the younger male retorted with a small huff, and added, "I always see you with father. It's surprising that you're not next to him now."

"Keisuke-sama had told me not to disturb him when he's greeting the guests," Jirou responded in an eerily calm tone that startled Atobe, and added, "which is why, I came here. I didn't think you would know about this place since it's rather secluded."

"Hmm… I always come here when I'm thinking about something," Atobe responded after a short silence, and added with a small sigh, "Well, as much as I don't want to, I should get back to the party."

"Tomorrow, you'll be 7-years-old, right? Happy early birthday, Keigo-sama," Jirou remarked to the young heir's retreating figure, startling him to the point that Atobe did not a tree root sticking out from the ground, and thus, tripping over it. "Are you alright?" the human paper doll inquired as he leaned down to check the fallen figure.

Atobe recollected himself and sat up from his ungraceful position, rather irked by the fact that Jirou had seen his awkward state. "I'm fine," he muttered with a small scowl.

"You're bleeding…" Jirou pointed out to the bleeding right hand, which Atobe had scraped with a rock when he tried to catch his balance before he unceremoniously fell on the ground.

"It's nothing. It's just a scratch," the young heir responded as he wiped off the blood with his pants, trying to stop it so that Jirou would not look so worried.

The human paper doll simply looked at him in an unreadable expression before he stated, "I'll heal it for you…" and let out a quiet gulp as he continued, "Close your eyes."

Without a warning, Jirou kneeled down to Atobe's eyelevel and kissed him. The young Atobe let out a startled gasp when he felt the older male's tongue roaming around his mouth, and danced with his tongue. After what it seemed like a couple of seconds, the two parted, and gazed at each other through slightly hazed eyes.

"What are you doing!" an angry voice roared from a few feet away.

The loud voice startled the two, and instantly looked at the direction in which the voice came from. "Keisuke-sama…!" Jirou muttered.

"Get away from him! And don't touch what's mine!" Atobe Keisuke demanded as he took Jirou away from his son, and hastily walked away from the scene.

Atobe Keigo merely stared at the two retreating figures with harden expressions before he glanced back down at his hands, noticing something. "It's healed… how?" he muttered with knitted eyebrows.

"Just who are you really…" Atobe inquired to the wind in puzzled tone.

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