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A/N: ok this is something I came up with after watching the series for who knows how many times. Anyway there's a bit of OOCness and Daisuke and Satoshi are in their mid to late twenties with yes children! Daisuke married riku who died with child birth complications, since I can't remember the son's name Daisuke's son will be Dasuke(tell me if it's different!) and Satoshi's wife is well you'll have to find out Smirk

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Side note: there are parts with DaisukexStatoshi / hinting to

Chapter one

An old Friend

The rain hadn't stopped for a while now, and the sky remained dark gray. The car drove silently into the city he had grown up in and he remembered a certain red head who some how managed to make him laugh once or twice. That was a long time ago. He reminded himself and looked to the blue haired head resting in his lap. His gaze softened on his son and he brushed his fingers though the blue hair that matched his own. The car stopped in front of his house and he gathered the small boy in his arms and the driver opened the door and he stepped out his son bundled in his trench coat inviting the rain to soak his dark gray turtleneck but the driver held up an umbrella, which sent the water shedding around him in a ring. He took the mobile shelter and told the man he was done for the day. The driver nodded and the car disappeared down the drive as he drove away. Leaving Satoshi with his son in his arms staring at the house that belonged to Harada sisters. However it was empty now and the darkness of the interior glass signaled it had been that way for a while. He walked across the courtyard, past the odd sculpture in the center island and to the front doors. He juggled his son and the umbrella with one hand and his other rooted though a rock garden and after a few moments produced a house key, which successfully opened the house. The cold air from within made the outside seem like mid summer not winter. However he stepped inside shutting the door and stumbled slightly as he worked his way to the kitchen and connected living room. Movement in his arms made him look at the slight downward angle to lazy brown gray eyes that had opened slightly.

"Where are we daddy?" asked his son rubbing his left eye with his right hand when he removed the hand splinters of amber gold glowed for a few moments in the gray brown coloring before disappearing.

"We're here until the rain stops. Are you feeling better Hateshi?" he asked softly his son nodded and nestled into the warmth his father's body gave off in the cold house. Once in the living room Satoshi lit a fire as Hateshi sat on the couch bundled in his father's thick trench coat trying to stay warm. He pulled a pair of armchair closer to the fire and beckoned the young boy forward. Small for his age Hateshi was nearly eight but had been in a coma for nearly three years and only woken ten months ago hence why he spoke and acted like a five year old. However it didn't explain why he looked and was the size of a six maybe big five years old. He watched the frail boy slipped carefully from the couch onto the floor as though it was made of glass and take the steps to the chair and climb into it. Satoshi tucked a spare pillow from a hall closet under his head and covered him with a spare blanket from the same closet. Once his son was asleep Satoshi took to walking though the rooms of the house.

He found Risa's room easily having been there before and found Rika's room the one next door. There on the desk shelf he saw the picture of a smiling laughing Daisuke who was looking up from a painting he was doing in a place that looked like France perhaps? The floor squeaked and a blur latched to his legs. He looked down at the glowing blue head of hair.

"Hateshi what's wrong?" he asked picking up the boy. He didn't know why he carried and held the boy so often. It was just since his wife had died Hateshi had begun to mean the world to him. Like Daisuke once had and unlike before when he was afraid to even show affection at times he tried to be as open with his son as he could.

"Weird voices."

"Voices?" he furrowed his brows were they waking up already? So soon? No he had at least four more years!

"Yes. Arguing in my head. They-They called your name and another name. Arguing about who was stronger. Better." He held his head in his small hands. "My head hurts lots daddy." He muttered softly and Satoshi, with a free hand, moved his son's hands apart the eyes were pinched shut.

"Can you open your eyes?" they slowly cracked open the left a deep violet the right a periecing amber gold. Satoshi must have had a pained look on is face for the eyes searched his face in a panicked manner. "Shhh, it's alright, gomen Hateshi." He said and his hand held the back of his son's head as he cradled it on his shoulder. "Gomen, Gomen." He muttered over and over. Not noticing how the shadows inched towards his open back.

Daisuke sighed the house was quiet when his son spent the winter break with his parents and grandfather on the island. Though the fact his grandfather was still alive. He marveled at this fact for a while as Wiz played with a dog toy that belonged to the sleeping golden retriever in the corner. However his thoughts where broken by someone knocking at the door. He glanced outside it was pouring and near six, stated when he looked at the clock, who would be knocking now? He shrugged and left his tea at the dinning table and shuffled to the front door and opened it and froze. There completely soaked to the bone was Satoshi a bundle wrapped in a trench coat held guardedly in his arms.

"S-Satoshi?" he asked eyes wide he knew who it was but last they saw each other neither had said a word a silent torture for Daisuke on his wedding day. Satoshi had been best man.

"I we need you help Daisuke." He panted he seemed to be in pain. From running? Perhaps.

"We?" echoed Daisuke and the bundle moved and the coat slipped showing a young boy with Satoshi's hair clutching to the soaked turtleneck. Fear filled brown eyes dead locked on Daisuke as though he was the source. There was the sound of a weight crumpling and the shout of 'daddy!' that brought him back. Satoshi had collapsed and blood was pooling from his back and Daisuke looked at the steps for a second and saw the trail of red leading out and down the street.

Ha how's that for a cliffy! Huh? Huh? Well if ya want more ya better review punks. There's Daisuke x Satoshi fluff coming soon (in the next chapter actually) and why does Hateshi's eye color keep changing!

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