100 Ways to Sing

Prompt 1: Introduction

A/N: Prompts borrowed from ribonsnlace on DA. May contain straight pairings, yaoi, incest, fluff, and all around Yamato angst. I'll try to warn ahead of time in case none of this sits well with you. :) Please read and review!

A/N 2: Aiko is Jyou's son. This takes place while Yamato is married to Sora. Sorato with hints of Jyoumato.

"Maybe it's too polite to introduce yourself," Jyou explained, "Can't you just say hello?"

His son, Aiko, glanced up at him at the age of little age of eight, his eyes wide behind lenses that reminded Jyou of his own. He had let Aiko pick any pair. Being a doctor, money wasn't a problem, but somehow, this kid insisted on the most practical to Jyou's annoyance. This entire introduction thing? Also annoying.

"Why wouldn't I?" the little one argued and Jyou ran a hand through the kid's straight, smooth, black hair.

"B-because, this is my friend and he doesn't really do politeness well. You may give him the wrong impression."

"Yes, that I am rude," Aiko retorted. "...Dad, you really need to chill more."

Jyou had only been living with the kid a year and still... he couldn't grasp how much his flesh and blood was like not only himself, but his mother. That resourcefulness, that attitude, that was her. But this strictness and politeness without being told, that was all Jyou. And Jyou tended to hate Jyou. "This isn't going to go well, I don't think... I feel it."

Then came that dreaded knock at the door. A little frantic for my taste, Jyou told himself, then went over and opened it. That was when he saw Yamato, twisting the wedding band on his finger. He did that when he was nervous, Jyou had noted, at the gatherings at the bar where they had been meeting. He had never asked to come over to Jyou's before, so this entire thing was very sudden. He hadn't even gotten to explain Aiko-

"Motherfucker," Yamato barked, looking behind him as if talking to his shadow. Jyou never heard him use that particular curse unless he was really angry and for a damn good reason. Yep. Not going well at all.

Aiko blinked at this new person. This was Dad's friend? He looked like he rolled off the street with baggy jeans and a long sleeve, black shirt on. The turtleneck looked like it would strangle him. Also, this man was... well... Aiko had never seen blonde hair and blue eyes before, except on TV.

"Y-Yamato, I'm glad-"

"I can't believe he said that to me," the blonde interrupted, moving past Jyou and Aiko, then slouching down on the couch.

"Yamato?"

"Sorry, Jyou, but you know what a dick Takeru is nowadays."

"I thought you two were talking now?" Jyou started, placing his hand on Aiko's shoulder. Jyou remembered when Takeru was Aiko's age. The way he acted now was completely unthinkable. Even Jyou rarely saw him and they had been pretty good friends... until he had come out to everyone at the end of that fateful summer.

"We were, and then, he asks me to come see her," Yamato hissed, "Like I am going anywhere near her when the cancer's back." He let out a chuckle that turned Jyou's stomach. I hate it when you're like this. It's like that fight with Wargreymon all over again. I don't recognize you.

"No one's making you do anything. In fact, I'm really glad you're here."

"I know, Jyou- what?" the blonde paused his tirade for a moment, noticing the child, finally. "Whose that? Damn, Jyou, he's like a little mini-you!"

"This... is my son, Aiko."

Yamato smiled. His lashes lowered, softening his eyes. That was all Jyou needed to know things would be just fine.

"Dad... I was supposed to do the introduction..." Aiko whined, tugging at his father's sleeve.

"Woops," Jyou admitted, covering his mouth. Then he glanced to Yamato, snickering away, and for him, that was outright laughter. Soon, Jyou caught himself laughing too, and he was worried about being too polite... Aiko was right, Jyou really needed to chill more.