Title: Little Eiri Rating:
NC-17 Genre: Hentai, Comedy
Summarization: Four years before the writer Eiri Yuki met Shuichi Shindou, it turns out that he was a little busy in the world of girls... But, since those four years have passed, he hasn't seen many of his past lovers... That is... Until one comes baring a little gift.
Yuki sat at the table, newspaper in hand, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he read and ate a piece of toast, trying to block out the noises of his room mate/lover, who was running around, yelling about not being able to get ready in time.. And what do you know. That psycho manager was following around Shuichi... What was his name? K? What ever. It wasn't like he cared. He just couldn't wait for them to just go so he could have a peaceful day alone of writing… The loud chime of the doorbell went off some time after K and Shuichi had left. Yuki looked to the door from his spot on the couch, sighing, he shoves his laptop off of his lap and let it rest on the coffee table. Though, he personally thought that if anyone wanted him today, they could go and jump off a cliff.. Or maybe a bridge, he wasn't going to be picky. But it might be his editor, who was known for showing up and asking for the manuscript… All editors are like that... and it was best not to make her mad, less she tries to crawl thru a window or something just as odd.
"I'm coming, hold your horses" Yuki called as he walked down the hall, the bell continuing to chime. Opening the door, he was surprised at what he saw there… "Eiri Yuki-san?" spoke the woman. She was dressed in a blue suit like dress, she was an elder woman, and anyone's first guess would be that she was a social worker. Her long white hair was tied up and back behind her head in a bun, but what caught the writer's attention, was the little girl holding onto the elder woman's hand. Now. It wouldn't be that odd to have some one come over, and bring a small child, that wasn't what bothered him. What was concerning him at the moment? Was that the child looked just like him. Only difference was that her features were a little more feminine, and those of a child's.
"Yeah... that's me. Can I help you?" Yuki leaned against the door frame, and continued to leave him attention on the little girl, who blinked, blushed and looked at her feet. Her long blonde hair falling down into her face, she was dressed in a small black velvet dress, and had hard, Mary Jane like, black shoes on. She rocked slightly, looking as though she never wears dresses and was being forced too, which, Yuki didn't doubt one bit. Finally, the elder woman spoke to get the young man's attention.
"May we come in? I have something that I'd like to tell you..." Yuki looked to the elder woman and nodded, letting them come into the house, and guiding them into the living room.
"Please. Have a seat..." he motioned for them to take a seat on the couch. Settled down, the little girl swung her legs impatiently and looked around the house. Studying all of the strange things in the house, such as the art work on the walls. Finally, her eyes rested on the laptop that was open, with a typing program up, and a bunch of words across the screen… "So... What is it you wanted to talk to me about?" Yuki, trying to play the good hostess, had brought out some tea, which the woman helped herself too, but the little girl gave him an odd look and went back to just sitting there, swinging her legs back and forth, being to short to rest her feet on the ground.
"Yuki-san. I am here to sadly inform you that Kea Jozai died last month." Yuki gave the woman a blank look for a moment, trying to figure out who the hell she was talking about, suddenly, it came to him, and a flood of images ran thru his head as he remembered the girl that he had once used to know. Once dated.
"She.. She's dead... that's too bad... but I haven't seen her in over 4 years now… So why have you came here to tell me this?" Yuki's eyes went to the little girl again, wondering why she was here, and what she was going to be used for.
"Well… you see. We came to give you custody of your daughter... That is if you want custody. I know that she didn't keep you up to date on the child's well being, so we hope that you will agree to keep her." The woman looked as though he should have known all about this already.
"What?" Yuki supported a shocked look on his face at the moment, and the woman soon held the same look,
"You mean you didn't know…" Yuki shook his head slowly, and looked to the little girl again. So. This was his daughter. His own flesh and blood.
"Oh dear. This will make things complicated." The woman went on explaining everything. With in the hour, everything was settled, and Yuki had signed the last legal pages of guardian ship. Making sure to place Shuichi's name also, as a second guardian. The woman left after handing Yuki little Elie's bag of clothes.
Looking to Elie, Yuki suddenly felt as though a train had just hit him. He was now. A dad?
"So... Elie, right? "The little girl nodded, verifying that it was her name, "so... what do you want to do..." the little girl looked up at him and smiled softly,
"Get out of this dress… I hate dresses... I only wore it because that scary old lady said that if I didn't she'd eat me..." Yuki sweat dropped and nodded, carrying her suitcase to the spare room, and setting it on the bed,
"Okay... well... Here's your room... The room was large, like most of the rooms in Yuki's house, in it were simple things, like the big double bed, a chest of drawers for clothing and what not. Elie nodded and crawled up onto the bed, and looked to Yuki, who was just standing there,
"Can you please help me get my dress off?" the little, innocent girl stared at him, her eyes wide and holding a liquid look to them. A soft smile came to his lips, "Alright..." He kneeled down and looked at her, "Raise up your arms..." the girl quickly complied to his request and raised her arms up. Yuki grabbed the hem of her dress and carefully pulled it up, and off of her body. Standing before him, only in a pair of white panties and a white tank top looking things, she looked to her suitcase. Leaning open, she pops open the latches and searches inside, pulling out a pair of torn up jeans, a huge hole in the left knee, and smaller rips and tears all over them, and a baggy t-shirt, that looked like she had stolen it from an older boy. She kicked off the horrible shoe's she had to wear, and got dressed, and put on a pair of sneakers. Smiling happily, now that she wasn't in the cloth prison called a dress; she looked to the older man who had watched her get dressed.
"Daddy…It's ok if I call you that... right... because you are my daddy... right?" Yuki was taken a little by surprise at the girls question; he stood up and shrugged,
"Yeah. Go a head and call me what ever you want..." "YUKI! I'M HOME!" The shrill, happy voice of Shuichi rang thru the halls as the energetic boy ran into the house, and through it, trying to find Yuki.
"Ehh... Yuki... what are you doing in the guest room... Oh! Who's this...?" Shuichi was instantly at the little girls side, looking her over, before he slowly looked up to his lover, "You aren't going pedophile… are you!" Tears swelled in the boy's eyes and he flung himself away from the little girl and clung onto Yuki's leg, sobbing hard, and getting tears all over his pant legs.
"HEY! Get the hell off of me!" Yuki shook his leg, trying to remove the singer, as he looked to Elie, "Please don't mind him... this is Shuichi…" Elie looked to the crying blob of a boy that was on the floor and blinked a few times. Who the hell was this?
"Hi... I'm Elie... are you one of Daddy's friends?" Shuichi looked at the little girl, and noticed that she looked just like a mini-Eiri... She had long, blonde hair that went to her shoulders; her eyes were a bright blue, very close to Yuki's.
"Eek! You had a daughter Yuki! And you didn't tell me!" Shuichi hugged the little girl tightly, causing her to fall backwards from trying to hold up the weight of the much larger, and much heavier male.
"I didn't know until this morning, you retard..."