A.N.: This is it! The first chapter of my three-shot sequel to "We'll make it!". It's short and there is no lemon. But don't worry, I'll keep writing sequels whenever I think of something cute to add. Some will have lemon.

Sorry about my lack of knowledge on Japanese license plaques or the display of the airport. And if any of you knows Russian, sorry if something is very wrong; because I was using google translate.

The Russian translation is in ( ) in front of the sentence unless the character is repeating it. In that case, it's not necessary. The basic names like Daddy, Papa and Grandpa are only said once because their easy to remember (I hope…).

(Quick note: In order to avoid misunderstandings: the kids call Takao: Daddy, and Kai: Papa, but in Russian, Папа = Daddy/Papa; отец = Father. So, in the fic Папа is always Takao and отец is always Kai.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade, it's characters or Doraemon. The lullaby is "Lullaby" by Dixie Chicks which I don't own either.

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"Flight 237 to Madrid will close doors in 5 minutes. All remaining passengers please proceed to the departure door."

"Margaret Publeret to the Information Center please. I repeat, Margaret Publeret to the Information Center."

"The owner of a red Toyota, license plaque 58-73, 45, please care to remove the vehicle from the main entrance."

"Area 3 is temporally closed. Please proceed through Areas 2 and 4."

Ah… The wonders of airports!

Four figures walked through Tokyo International Airport trying to make way through the thousands of people. But it would be worth it! Today, someone special would return home after three long years.

Kinomiya Ryu, now a little more bent from his ancient age, strolled happily through the crowd. He hadn't seen his grandson in three years. Nor his great-grandchildren. His grandson, Takao had decided to follow his lover, Hiwatari Kai, to Russia, where they were supposed to stay for a year. It was unfortunate that he had missed the growth of Makoto and Miaka, but it would have been terrible if they had grown without one of the parents.

Takao constantly wrote to tell him about all the little adventures his two cute demons experienced. He knew that he couldn't use computers or any piece of technology very well so he never bothered emailing or sending videos. He had sent him a photo once. It was Makoto's birthday. The little brat was seating on top of a chocolate cake and was grabbing pieces from around himself and putting them everywhere except his mouth. Miaka was also in the picture. She looked very pretty in her white dress, but she was crying. Probably from the cake incident.

Last year, everyone had hoped to see the four of them. Rei and Mao had finally decided to make it official and had planned a big wedding. They invited everyone they knew (mostly Mao's thing). Takao had assured them that they would go but at the last minute both kids caught chickenpox and both parents decided to stay home.

Three weeks ago, Takao had written to make official their return to Japan. Grandpa couldn't be happier! He phoned everyone and told even more people. He was tempted to throw a huge party just to celebrate it. But Takao phoned last night. Turns out, Kai had been called to an emergency meeting and would be staying more three days than expected. It had been a surprise to hear Takao's voice after so long. His voice had changed and he was speaking Japanese with difficulty and with a strange accent. Takao never phoned. He said that it was expensive and unnecessary, but this time he needed to make plans and it couldn't wait. Takao wasn't going to wait anymore and had decided to return regardless. Kai could come when the meeting was finished, but he didn't want to stay in the mansion by himself. "Grandpa… Let us stay with you! Just three days!" He had said. Obviously, he was overjoyed. He could have some quality time with his family now!

"Grandpa! We need to go to Area 5. All flights from Russia came through there."

Rei had taken the leadership of the group that was now feeling kind of lost. He was the only one that looked calm and composed. Grandpa could barely contain himself and was practically skipping through the crowd. Hiromi was constantly yelling something about time and being late. There was no need to be stressed about that, Takao knew to wait for them near the gate. Max was… being Max. Little had changed about the genki blonde over the years. He was still a bubbly ball of joy. Even more, now that he was dating Mariam. Unfortunately, they lived very far from each other, and Max had to do long trips to see her in her village.

"Which gate was it, again?"

"Honestly, Mizuhara! If you ask again I'll rip your head off!"

Max made a run to escape a furiously stressed Hiromi but collided with something small. The small object started crying.

"Now what?"

The gang stopped on their tracks as Max tried to calm the kid. The collision had made him fall on his butt, but he didn't seem hurt. Probably just the scare.

"There, there… I'm sorry I ran into you… Ah! Please stop crying… I'll buy you an ice-cream!" Max pleaded.

But the kid didn't seem to listen. He kept crying his heart out.

"What kind of parent lets his kid going around like this and doesn't come to help him?"

Hiromi was getting into teacher mode. She was in college now, studding to became a teacher. Rei tried to calm everyone.

"Maybe he's lost…"

"Still! Can't people hear him crying?"

In the meanwhile, Grandpa had been studying the child very attentively, when suddenly he had an epiphany.

"Ah! It's you!"

Everyone looked at him as he pointed at the child. Sometimes he had his little moments. They were glad that Takao was coming back. Maybe now he would decide to put Grandpa in a home.

"Calm down, Grandpa! Is there something wrong?"

But before the elder could answer, a loud ring was heard.

"Attention please. Attention please. A child has been lost. The boy is around three years old, has navy blue hair, brown eyes and a bright red Doraemon shirt. He goes by the name of Hiwatari Makoto. His family is waiting at the Information Center. I repeat…"

Everyone was now very silent, staring as the boy started standing up, still sobbing in his bright red Doraemon shirt.

"Ahah! I knew it! You look just like your father! He was a crying baby at this age too!"

Grandpa was laughing proudly now, but everyone was still staring at poor Makoto. Indeed he looked a lot like Takao minus the cap, and he looked much cuter! Makoto looked kind of lost too. He stared everywhere before starting to cry harder them the first time.

"Mама? Mама!" (Mommy? Mommy!)

"What's wrong with this kid? Oy! Stop crying! We'll take you to your father in a minute!" Unfortunately for Hiromi's dreams, she didn't have much patient; even for kids.

But, Makoto didn't seem to listen to her. In fact, he started crying harder.

"Mама! Mама! Mама!"

Everybody sighed in frustration.

"Oh, come on!"

"Here little man! Don't cry!"

Rai scratched his shin carefully thinking. He kneeled in front of the crying toddler and softly shook his shoulder.

"Hiwatari Makoto?"

Like magic, immediately the boy stopped crying and carefully nodded. Rai smiled brightly and gestured him to take his hand. Hesitantly, the child placed his small hand on the Chinese man's one and let himself be conduct in direction of the Information Center.

The others followed in astonishment.

"Ano… How did you do that?"

Hiromi was feeling a bit put down. She was supposed to be the one with child skills.

"… Well… We were all trying to calm him down but he didn't seem to understand. And based on what he was saying… I figured that he probably shouldn't speak Japanese very well. He probably didn't even know that we were speaking to him."

And Rai brightly smiled as the others face palmed. Obviously.

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To reach the Information Center they had to leave their pre-studied route so once in a while they would get lost. Occasionally, a missing child alert would be issued and inside, they hoped that Takao wasn't freaking out completely.

At first, they almost missed it. But after a closer look, they were able to discover the Center. It wasn't exactly much signalized. What gave it away was the man walking like a tiger in its cage, in front of it.

Takao was taller and slightly tanned, but what shocked them the most were the numerous piercings in his ears. They weren't the typical deformed miscarried pieces of metal that would make one look like a delinquent. Some were incrusted with jewelry and were in what seemed like solid gold. It made Takao look young and carefree. His cap was also gone leaving his "wild mane" to run free. His hair was a bit longer then the last time they had completely seen it.

Makoto was the first one to see his Daddy.

"Mама!"

Like a scene from a movie, the gang watched Takao realized his son's presence and both ran to each other. It was all wonderfully coated in a pinkish scenery until Takao reached Makoto and promptly pulled his ear.

"You're so grounded! Вы заземленной! I told you to stay by the luggage! Я сказал вам, чтобы остаться со багажа! You're still 20000 years too young to be causing me heart attacks! Ты все еще 20000 лет слишком молоды, чтобы быть причиной сердечных приступов меня! And I you told millions of time not to call me that!"

The four watched as Takao reprimanded his son. He didn't seem to notice their presence altogether. When he was done and Makoto seemed near tears again, Takao started crying himself.

"God! I was so scared!"

Only when the lovely scene of the father hugging his child ended, Takao seemed to notice his friends' presence. He greeted them with a smile so bright that the surroundings became in lighted.

"Привет! Hi! I missed you guys!"

Quickly, all awkwardness disappeared and the gang group-hugged right there with loud cheers.

"What the hell, Takao! Did you forget how to speak Japanese?"

"Yeah, T-man! It was only three years! What's with the accent? And why the hell is the kid named Hiwatari?"

"What the hell is those piercings? How did Kai allowed you to leave the house?"

"Is that a real diamond?"

Laughing like a happy kid, the blunet pushed them apart to try and get some air.

"One at the time! One at the time! Yes, I may have lost my touch with Japanese over the years, and yes, Kai approves my new visual. At some point of course. As long as he is the one to chose what I wear. He buys me these like jewelry. And no… it's not a real diamond." Takao bent to whisper in Max's hear. "Yes it is… but don't say that aloud! Kai is actually like that…"

The blunet finally turned to his grandfather giving him a big hug.

"I knew you would be upset with the name… But I thought that this way they would get better financial safety. If something happens, they will get a bigger inheritance from Kai's side."

Grandpa pouted but had no choice than accepting the truth behind those words. He was surprised. Takao seemed to have matured more than he had expected.

"Speaking of kids… Where are they?"

Takao pointed down so that all could see Makoto trying to escape again, but being tied by his shoelaces to his father. The little pest would occasionally pull or try to drag himself in the floor to follow some walking by dog or candy cart.

"And Miaka's by the luggage."

Behind him, near a wall was a pile of luggage. On top of it was a doll sitting. It was very pretty but looked very serious. Her eyes were in a beautiful red and her hair was dark blue just like Takao's, except for a small strand on the left side of her face that was in a very much lighter blue. Her dress was fluffy and in a very delicate fabric that seemed to make her more feminine, but strangely it was entirely black. Even the two small pigtails on top of her hair, that reached all the way to her shoulder, were secured by two black laces. A perfect gothic doll. She was so still and perfectly seated that everyone jumped in surprise when she spoke.

"Папа? Я устал." (Daddy? I'm tired.)

"Yes darling! We will be going soon!"

The little doll seemed satisfied with the answer and returned to her silent stare.

"Miaka… She turned out to be very beautiful. Very beautiful…"

Grandpa was feeling emotional, Takao could tell. He picked the brat from the ground and leaded them closer to the luggage corner. There he untied Makoto and seated him next to his sister.

"This one is a brat! I went to the bathroom with Mi-chan and when I came back he was gone! God, he can't stay still for more than one second!"

To prove his point, the little boy started wiggling to jump from the suitcase. Takao repositioned him and tried to call his attention.

"Ma-kun, Mi-chan! I want you to meet someone! This is your grandfather! I told you about him many times!"

Miaka was the first to grasp the meaning behind the words. She stared attentively at the elder man in front of her before giving him a shy smile and a hug.

"Grandfather!"

The elder corresponded to the hug, very touched.

"She speaks Japanese? She's so precious! But you know… I'm not the grandfather… I'm the great-grandfather now!"

The blunet laughed like Christmas had come earlier. A month more or a month less, wouldn't make the difference, right?

"No need to make it harder! And they both speak Japanese. Makoto's just lazy!"

Meanwhile, said boy was now tugging the old man's sleeve.

"Дед!" (Grandpa!)

And proceeded to push his sister away so that also he could hug his great-grandfather. But she wasn't having any of that! Soon both were fighting for the elder's attention.

"Enough! You'll break Grandpa!"

"Дед!"

"Makoto! Not like that! Say something to Grandpa in Japanese!"

The toddler looked thoughtful for a bit before extending his arms.

"Presents?"

Takao face palmed but Grandpa only laughed.

"Of course I have presents for all of you! What are grandparents for?"

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The whole group walked to the exit, Takao constantly having to drag Makoto with one or two yells. Miaka walked perfectly by Grandpa's side their hands linked.

"I'll get the car! You guys wait here; it's kind of cold outside."

While Max left, Takao was faced with the hard task of getting the kids to wear their coats. Finally, after several threats, yelling and restrain with the help of Hiromi and Rei, Makoto was wearing his.

"Great! The easy part is done! Now, Mi-chan…"

The girl seemed to be anticipating this. Her mini Kai glare was at the same time cute and threatening. Takao pulled a very cute white coat from the bags they had brought. Miaka quickly refused, shaking her head vigorously.

"Come on Mi-chan… All the others were too small! Другие слишком малы! I'll buy you a new one later! Пожалуйста…" (Please...)

Reluctantly, she allowed her Daddy to dress her, after he threatened to tell Papa. And so, he was left with two pouting kids.

"What's the problem with the jacket? It's very cute!" Hiromi quickly scanned the piece with approving eyes.

"In case you haven't noticed, Mi-chan is wearing black." Takao sighed.

"Yeah… Kind of…" Rai stumbled a bit on his words, unsure of what to say that didn't sound offensive.

"Creepy, sad, depressing, inappropriate… Anyone fits! Took me a long time to figure it out, you know! She was always crying and pulling her clothes. We thought that there was a problem with her! She only likes black… Sometimes brow or dark purple can also go, but… She was looking like a punk! I couldn't let my daughter be a punk at this age! Or any other for that matter!" Takao looked very tired as he spoke. "I found this loli-goth store once and I figured… It might as well be a cute black, in spite all! She refuses to wear any other thing since then… Ah, Miaka! Нет!" (No!)

Miaka was pulling the fabric, stretching it as if trying to rip it off. Thankfully, Max arrived that minute with the rented van.

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The ride was very calm. The kids were looking outside the window, fascinated by the new landscape. Takao fell asleep a few minutes after the beginning of the journey and the only sounds heard were: his snoring and the kids' constant questions about the views. They asked about the temples and where Mt. Fuji, the Geishas, the samurais and ninja were. Grandpa happily told them everything, being occasionally corrected by Hiromi, in one or two historical facts. When they arrived at the old Kinomiya dojo the sun was near setting.

"Папа live here?" Miaka asked Grandpa.

"This was where your father was born. Most accurately, near that spot by the couch!" The kids were the only ones to watch the spot with interest while everyone else preferred to stay away. Thankfully, Takao was still bringing luggage from the car so he didn't heard anything.

"Папа? Отец? Мама? Кто здесь родился?" (Daddy? Papa? Mommy? Who was born here?) Makoto pulled Grandpa's sleeve again.

"Hnm… I'm sorry; What?"

"Makoto… Grandpa doesn't speak Russian. If you don't speak Japanese he won't understand! And Daddy was the one to be born here. Papa was born in Russia remember? We'll go to Papa's home as soon as he comes back." Takao pated his son's head before turning to Ryu. "It's because you keep saying "father"! Did you forget he has two?"

The old man was sheepishly rubbing the back of his head when Makoto started yelling.

"Мама! Makoto got to go potty!"

"Don't Call Me That!" Everyone was stunned by Takao's sudden outburst.

The blunet took the bags and stomped out of the room. Makoto seemed near tears.

"Hum… Here Ma-kun… Grandpa will take you there."

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No one made any comments to Takao's reaction later at dinner. He didn't mention it either and Makoto was back to his normal self. Astonishingly, the two siblings seemed to be capable of eating like if they were raised in Japan. They used the chopsticks perfectly and never complained about the amount of vegetables. They even drank tea, even if a little less strong.

"Japanese habits are healthy. And we were supposed to come back any way." Was Takao's short answer. He still seemed a little upset. He chewed slowly and ate very little for what they were used to.

"Папа? Вы расстроены?" (Daddy? Are you upset?) Miaka asked carefully.

"A bit…"

That didn't help to ease the tension. Everyone ate slowly trying to escape the icy air that came from around the usually cheerful blunet.

"Daddy misses Papa? Папа скучает отец?" The girl tried again.

This seemed to surprise her Daddy. Slowly the tension left his shoulders and he ate more happily. He even smiled a bit.

"Yes… I miss him. Много." (A lot.)

Makoto kept eating, oblivious to this exchange.

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Grandpa was just done bathing the kids. He came to the kitchen for some reason, but it all was swiped from his mind at the image in front of him. After years of struggle and yelling, it was an unnatural sight to see his grandson washing the dishes on his own will. Takao seemed oblivious to Grandpas presence, as he kept scrubbing the leftovers in the bottom of the plate.

"Hum… The kids are clean! Need help on that?"

"Uh? No, it's fine. The guys left already?" Was the smiley answer he got.

"Yeah… Hitoshi phoned earlier… He will only be able to make it by Christmas time so… Just the four of us them!"

"What! What about Makoto's birthday? Is he going to miss his nephew's third birthday?"

"Are you sure his own father will be able to attend?"

"He will. Even if I have to drag him. I did it once I can do it twice!" Takao half glared grabbing the dish so hard that it almost broke.

"Да. Он здесь. Да, до свидания, отец!" (Yes. He's here. Yeah, bye, Papa!) Miaka walked inside the kitchen holding the phone. She held it to her Daddy.

"Who were you talking to, darling?" Takao picked the phone half suspicious.

"Papa."

"Eh… Really? But, Papa is far away in Russia, in a meeting, you know." Thinking that she was joking he held the phone near his ear. "I was in a meeting. Mi-chan called. She said someone missed me!"

The blunet seemed to lose a lot of color.

"She… But, but… It's expensive…" He slumped into the ground tearing, the girl long gone, happily believing she had done a good job.

Grandpa laughed inside. He really didn't mind it. In this life there were far worse things than a little money.

"Uh? Yeah… It was fine… No… I promised to buy her a new one… Well, pretend that you agreed… Eh? J-jerk… Not here! Grandpa's listening!"

Amused, he watched his grandson stand up to start walking all over the kitchen space, stammering his words. Takao gave him a side glance before turning around and start whispering.

"Да, я буду скучать по тебе ... Конечно, я буду думать об этом ... Ни в коем случае! Нет секса по телефону! Если вы хотите прийти и получить его! ... да ... Я тоже тебя люблю. Дайте мне хороший поцелуй ночь!" (Yes, I'll miss you ... Of course, I'll think about it ... No way! No sex on the phone! If you want it, come and get it! ... Yes ... I love you too. Give me a kiss good night!) By the end of it, he was blushing and smiling like a crushing teenager.

He turned off the phone before turning to stare at the other man. His face became beat red and his words were a little shaken.

"I'll pay for this bill later! I-i… hum… got to put the kids to bed!"

And he quickly scrambled. Finally, the elder let go of his held laughter and sluggishly made his way to the bathroom to take his own bath.

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If Takao had taken singing instead of Beyblade, he wouldn't be less famous, Grandpa thought. From his room, he could hear Takao lullabying to his children.

"They didn't have you where I come from. Never knew the best was yet to come. Life began when I saw your face. And I hear your laugh like a serenade. How long do you want to be loved? Is forever enough, is forever enough? How long do you want to be loved? Is forever enough? Cause I'm never, never giving you up. I slip in bed when you're asleep. To hold you close and feel your breath on me. Tomorrow there'll be so much to do. So tonight I'll drift in a dream with you. How long do you want to be loved? Is forever enough, is forever enough? How long do you want to be loved? Is forever enough? Cause I'm never, never giving you up. As you wander through this troubled world; In search of all things beautiful. You can close your eyes when you're miles away. And hear my voice like a serenade. How long do you want to be loved? Is forever enough, is forever enough? How long do you want to be loved? Is forever enough? Cause I'm never, never giving you up. How long do you want to be loved
? Is forever enough, is forever enough? How long do you want to be loved? Is forever enough? Cause I'm never, never giving you up. Is forever enough? Cause I'm never, never giving you up."

'That's quite true.' The old man mused before doing like the song told him to.

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A.N.: Done! Took me longer than I expected. I wanted to add all of these details and it took me a lot of time.