Title: Daddy
Author: Tira Yuy
Editors:Scarlet Diablo and Bryony
Genres:Comedy, Romance, and Sap-Fluff
Chapter one
"I'm cold," Trev whimpered to his sister as she hugged him close to
her side. "Can't we go in out of the rain?" He nearly had to shout in
her ear just to be heard over the pouring rain.
Sniffing Ona shook her head "We can't or we'll miss him," she shouted
back. Shivering she tried to get her worn out and thinning sweater to
cover both her and Trev. "Millie said he'd come and he will! He has
to." The last part was whispered to herself, filled with more longing
than any thing else.
As the two hugged each other to share what little warmth was still in
their small bodies, a man and woman came running towards them.
"Oh, how dreadful!" the woman shouted as she held onto the man's
arm, "don't those children know better than to stand in the rain?"
she asked her companion.
Passing them now,the man barely glanced at Trev and Ona
"They are probably homeless; don't touch them they may have a
disease."
"There should be a law against street rats being allowed to clutter
the good parts of town!"
Though Ona was hurt by the woman's harsh words, the fact that they
caused Trev to burst into tears sent a knife through her gentle
heart. Her small and thin arms clutched Trev tighter. "Don't listen
to them," she shouted angrily "They're just... big ol' meanies!"
"Please, I want to go in," Trev begged between his tears.
"I do too, but we have to wait for him. We..." Ona's voice trailed
off as she spotted another figure approaching, she waited for the
worst. 'If this one says anything mean I'll hit him right in the
noise' she thought with bitterness.
Holding his umbrella in his left hand,Trowa walked down the street;
even though it was only late afternoon the thick gray clouds gathered
abouve was making it dark and hard to see, the rain was not helping
any either. Yet, up ahead he could make out what looked to be an
oddly shaped statue. As he got closer he realized it was a little
girl.
'What's she hiding?' he wondered, there was something inside her
sweater that she was hugging, something that wiggled. 'Perhaps her
pet.'
Glancing down at his watch he noted that it was three O'clock and he
had another hour before he had to be at the Preston hotel. Ever since
Senator Ishino had received death threat letters he had been assigned
as the senator's bodyguard.
'With the conference I should be busy.'
"HHHHHHAAACHUE!"
Glancing down he saw the little girls sweater wiggle some more. Taken
off guard, Trowa watched as a little boy's head popped out of the
top of the sweater.
"I need to blow my nose, can I use your hankachif?"
"I don't have one," she said back."Get back in there before your head
gets soaked and you catch a cold."
"My head is wet and I'm cold," the boy said before he started to go
back into hiding.
Now wondering why the pair was just standing out side in such bad
weather Trowa pulled out some tissues from his back pocket. "Here."
Bending down,Trowa held out the tissue.
The girl's pale green eyes regarded him with gratitude but also with
some guarded interest. "Thank you."
Taking the tissue,she pulled her arm into the sweater where the boy
was. Hearing the sound of the boy blowing his nose Trowa almost
smiled
'Hard to believe a loud noise can come from someone so small,' he
thought.
The boy's head popped back out."I thought you didn't have any
tissue?" He said almost accusingly.
"I said I didn't have a hankachif," she said as though she was
explaning how the unaverse was made. "But he gave me his tissue."
She pointed to Trowa with her thumb.
The boy looked at Trowa, his eyes got huge. Before Trowa could ponder
the boy's reaction, the small child had slipped out of the sweater
and away from his sister.
"DADDY!!" he shouted, hugging Trowa's legs.
Pushed off balance by the young boy's hug Trowa fell onto his back,
having the wind knocked out of him.
"Oh, are you all right?!" The girl bent over him with her face up
close to his face.
Nodding, Trowa pushed himself up to a sitting position.
"She was right!!" The boy let go of him and started jumping up and
down with excitement. "Millie wasn't lying this time." Stopping his
jumping the boy looked over at the girl. "Ona, can we go in now?"
Ona looked at Trowa, as though trying to remember something.
Suddenly her eyes lit up, and a large smile spread across her
face. "Oh, it MUST be you." Wrapping her arms around Trowa's neck
she gave him a hug with more strength than he would have thought her
small body capable of.
He felt tears running down her face and onto his neck as she held on
to him. "Daddy, I missed you so much," she managed between sobs. "I
didn't think you would come back. But you did!"
Feeling his heart fall to the pit of his stomach Trowa almost wished
he were the children's father.
"I'm not your-"
The boy wiped his runny nose on his sleeve. "I'm hungry."
Trowa got back onto his feet. Ona let go of his neck, but only to
latch onto his hand.
"I'll get you something to eat," Trowa said picking up his umbrella.
He offered it's protection to both of the children and then led the
way to the first restaurant he saw.
Entering the restaurant,the soaked children dripped on the floor and
got the immediate attention of the waiter. "Hey! Get off of my clean
carpet!" the elderly man shouted at the small children as he moved
towards them.
Ona hugged Trev to her side with her left arm and got ready to punch
the waiter with her right. But her "Daddy" put a hand on her shoulder
and gently, however firmly, pulled her back before she could. Looking
up she saw that he was glaring at the man.
In a voice that was slightly lower than normal tone for conversation
he asked, "Where are the rest rooms?" His voice held a warning note
to it, it reminded her of when mothers were correcting their children
when they had gone too far, only there was something more strong to
it.
The waiter only made a low grumbling sound before gesturing with his
head to some doors a few feet behind him.
"But they are for paying customers only."
Patting Ona on the back,Trowa nudged her to the door with the female
sign on it.
"Go wash up," he said to her, his voice much more friendly than with
the waiter.
"We'll order after using the restrooms," he stated firmly, talking
once again to the waiter.
Nodding, Ona let go of Trev and headed for the girls'
bathroom. 'Maybe things will work out after all,' she thought.
Glancing over her shoulder she watched Trowa lead Trev to the other
bathroom. 'Even if he isn't really our Dad maybe I can get him to
want to... He already likes Trev.'
At first Ona had thought that Trev was right, that this tall man was
Trev's Daddy. While kind and gentle to the children like Ryan had
been, Trowa did not look like Trev or the blurred smiling man of
Ona's memories.
Entering the girls' bathroom Ona put her mind to work on forming a
plan as she washed her hands.
In the other bathroom Trowa turned on the hand dryer.
'What are these things called any way?' he asked himself as he looked
at the thing on the wall that let out hot air to dry your hands with.
Shrugging the question off he put the little boy under its warm air.
"This will help you dry faster." The boy just smiled up at him and
began making sounds into it and listening to the noise that echoed
back at him.
Glad that the boy was enjoying himself,Trowa grabbed some paper
towels and getting them damp began to wash some mud off the kid's
face.
"What's your name?" he asked, lifting the boy's face up so he could
get a good look at him as he scrubbed.
"You... you don't remember my name?" The boy's voice cracked as his
chocolate brown eyes became pools of sorrow.
"I..." Trowa could not think of what to say that would not have the
child crying. 'He still thinks I'm his father.' Hoping a change of
subject would work he asked, "Who's Millie?"
The boy shrugged, "She's our landlady, when Mama ran off with
Millie's boyfriend she sort of took care of us." Trev looked down at
his shoes, they were too large and worn out. "She said you'd come if
we waited for you on the street corner long enough. I thought she was
lying again." Looking up he smiled at Trowa. "But you really came."
Feeling like a heel,Trowa finished helping the kid get dry and clean
"Trev," the boy said as he shook the remaining bit of water out of
his raven black hair.
"Trev?" Trowa echoed back.
"You named me Trev, that's what Ona said." Leading the way out of the
bathroom, Trev rubbed his stomach. "Can we eat now?"
Author: Tira Yuy
Editors:Scarlet Diablo and Bryony
Genres:Comedy, Romance, and Sap-Fluff
Chapter one
"I'm cold," Trev whimpered to his sister as she hugged him close to
her side. "Can't we go in out of the rain?" He nearly had to shout in
her ear just to be heard over the pouring rain.
Sniffing Ona shook her head "We can't or we'll miss him," she shouted
back. Shivering she tried to get her worn out and thinning sweater to
cover both her and Trev. "Millie said he'd come and he will! He has
to." The last part was whispered to herself, filled with more longing
than any thing else.
As the two hugged each other to share what little warmth was still in
their small bodies, a man and woman came running towards them.
"Oh, how dreadful!" the woman shouted as she held onto the man's
arm, "don't those children know better than to stand in the rain?"
she asked her companion.
Passing them now,the man barely glanced at Trev and Ona
"They are probably homeless; don't touch them they may have a
disease."
"There should be a law against street rats being allowed to clutter
the good parts of town!"
Though Ona was hurt by the woman's harsh words, the fact that they
caused Trev to burst into tears sent a knife through her gentle
heart. Her small and thin arms clutched Trev tighter. "Don't listen
to them," she shouted angrily "They're just... big ol' meanies!"
"Please, I want to go in," Trev begged between his tears.
"I do too, but we have to wait for him. We..." Ona's voice trailed
off as she spotted another figure approaching, she waited for the
worst. 'If this one says anything mean I'll hit him right in the
noise' she thought with bitterness.
Holding his umbrella in his left hand,Trowa walked down the street;
even though it was only late afternoon the thick gray clouds gathered
abouve was making it dark and hard to see, the rain was not helping
any either. Yet, up ahead he could make out what looked to be an
oddly shaped statue. As he got closer he realized it was a little
girl.
'What's she hiding?' he wondered, there was something inside her
sweater that she was hugging, something that wiggled. 'Perhaps her
pet.'
Glancing down at his watch he noted that it was three O'clock and he
had another hour before he had to be at the Preston hotel. Ever since
Senator Ishino had received death threat letters he had been assigned
as the senator's bodyguard.
'With the conference I should be busy.'
"HHHHHHAAACHUE!"
Glancing down he saw the little girls sweater wiggle some more. Taken
off guard, Trowa watched as a little boy's head popped out of the
top of the sweater.
"I need to blow my nose, can I use your hankachif?"
"I don't have one," she said back."Get back in there before your head
gets soaked and you catch a cold."
"My head is wet and I'm cold," the boy said before he started to go
back into hiding.
Now wondering why the pair was just standing out side in such bad
weather Trowa pulled out some tissues from his back pocket. "Here."
Bending down,Trowa held out the tissue.
The girl's pale green eyes regarded him with gratitude but also with
some guarded interest. "Thank you."
Taking the tissue,she pulled her arm into the sweater where the boy
was. Hearing the sound of the boy blowing his nose Trowa almost
smiled
'Hard to believe a loud noise can come from someone so small,' he
thought.
The boy's head popped back out."I thought you didn't have any
tissue?" He said almost accusingly.
"I said I didn't have a hankachif," she said as though she was
explaning how the unaverse was made. "But he gave me his tissue."
She pointed to Trowa with her thumb.
The boy looked at Trowa, his eyes got huge. Before Trowa could ponder
the boy's reaction, the small child had slipped out of the sweater
and away from his sister.
"DADDY!!" he shouted, hugging Trowa's legs.
Pushed off balance by the young boy's hug Trowa fell onto his back,
having the wind knocked out of him.
"Oh, are you all right?!" The girl bent over him with her face up
close to his face.
Nodding, Trowa pushed himself up to a sitting position.
"She was right!!" The boy let go of him and started jumping up and
down with excitement. "Millie wasn't lying this time." Stopping his
jumping the boy looked over at the girl. "Ona, can we go in now?"
Ona looked at Trowa, as though trying to remember something.
Suddenly her eyes lit up, and a large smile spread across her
face. "Oh, it MUST be you." Wrapping her arms around Trowa's neck
she gave him a hug with more strength than he would have thought her
small body capable of.
He felt tears running down her face and onto his neck as she held on
to him. "Daddy, I missed you so much," she managed between sobs. "I
didn't think you would come back. But you did!"
Feeling his heart fall to the pit of his stomach Trowa almost wished
he were the children's father.
"I'm not your-"
The boy wiped his runny nose on his sleeve. "I'm hungry."
Trowa got back onto his feet. Ona let go of his neck, but only to
latch onto his hand.
"I'll get you something to eat," Trowa said picking up his umbrella.
He offered it's protection to both of the children and then led the
way to the first restaurant he saw.
Entering the restaurant,the soaked children dripped on the floor and
got the immediate attention of the waiter. "Hey! Get off of my clean
carpet!" the elderly man shouted at the small children as he moved
towards them.
Ona hugged Trev to her side with her left arm and got ready to punch
the waiter with her right. But her "Daddy" put a hand on her shoulder
and gently, however firmly, pulled her back before she could. Looking
up she saw that he was glaring at the man.
In a voice that was slightly lower than normal tone for conversation
he asked, "Where are the rest rooms?" His voice held a warning note
to it, it reminded her of when mothers were correcting their children
when they had gone too far, only there was something more strong to
it.
The waiter only made a low grumbling sound before gesturing with his
head to some doors a few feet behind him.
"But they are for paying customers only."
Patting Ona on the back,Trowa nudged her to the door with the female
sign on it.
"Go wash up," he said to her, his voice much more friendly than with
the waiter.
"We'll order after using the restrooms," he stated firmly, talking
once again to the waiter.
Nodding, Ona let go of Trev and headed for the girls'
bathroom. 'Maybe things will work out after all,' she thought.
Glancing over her shoulder she watched Trowa lead Trev to the other
bathroom. 'Even if he isn't really our Dad maybe I can get him to
want to... He already likes Trev.'
At first Ona had thought that Trev was right, that this tall man was
Trev's Daddy. While kind and gentle to the children like Ryan had
been, Trowa did not look like Trev or the blurred smiling man of
Ona's memories.
Entering the girls' bathroom Ona put her mind to work on forming a
plan as she washed her hands.
In the other bathroom Trowa turned on the hand dryer.
'What are these things called any way?' he asked himself as he looked
at the thing on the wall that let out hot air to dry your hands with.
Shrugging the question off he put the little boy under its warm air.
"This will help you dry faster." The boy just smiled up at him and
began making sounds into it and listening to the noise that echoed
back at him.
Glad that the boy was enjoying himself,Trowa grabbed some paper
towels and getting them damp began to wash some mud off the kid's
face.
"What's your name?" he asked, lifting the boy's face up so he could
get a good look at him as he scrubbed.
"You... you don't remember my name?" The boy's voice cracked as his
chocolate brown eyes became pools of sorrow.
"I..." Trowa could not think of what to say that would not have the
child crying. 'He still thinks I'm his father.' Hoping a change of
subject would work he asked, "Who's Millie?"
The boy shrugged, "She's our landlady, when Mama ran off with
Millie's boyfriend she sort of took care of us." Trev looked down at
his shoes, they were too large and worn out. "She said you'd come if
we waited for you on the street corner long enough. I thought she was
lying again." Looking up he smiled at Trowa. "But you really came."
Feeling like a heel,Trowa finished helping the kid get dry and clean
"Trev," the boy said as he shook the remaining bit of water out of
his raven black hair.
"Trev?" Trowa echoed back.
"You named me Trev, that's what Ona said." Leading the way out of the
bathroom, Trev rubbed his stomach. "Can we eat now?"