Chapter 2: Were You?

11 years ago

"Nanamura, sweetie, it's time to get up and greet the day," whispered a pink haired man clad in an emerald sweater that had its sleeve rolled up and was a size bigger then it should have been. Black skinny jeans covered the man's legs as he gently tried to wake his four-year-old with no avail.

'Just like your overworking father.'

"All right, then. I guess you're not going to America for Christmas this year since you would rather sleep in." He said, knowing her little weak spot for traveling.

The little girl that was once asleep shot out from under the thick pink covers immediately, clad in yellow pajamas with her favorite animal all over it. Her blond shoulder length hair in perfect little pigtails and her amethyst eyes wide with alertness.

"I'm awake now Papa, I wanna go to America," she chimed, "Please don't leave me." She whined, showing how badly she wanted to go by grabbing his sweater in a vice grip.

Shuichi chuckled lightly, picking his daughter up into his arms. "Now what kind of papa would I be if I decided to leave my only little angel behind on the most celebrated day of the year?"

Little Nanamura shrugged her shoulders and looked up at him with her answer, "a bad one?"

"Right." He smiled and gave her a small kiss on her soft little cheek, "But don't worry baby, I'm not like that. I'll love you to death though."

"Good. I rather have that then Uncle Tatsuha!" Nanamura blurted out, earning a small laugh from the lead singer.

Sitting down his daughter and kneeling to her eye level, he remembered her what was going on, "now we only have two hours until the big birdy decided to go away. Where's that cute outfit your daddy picked out for you last night when you went to bed?"

Nanamura ran to her closet, threw open the door and went to find the dress. Pulling out a long sleeved light violet dress with a pink heart in the middle along with white pantyhose, she handed it to the pink haired singer.

Shuichi helped her out of the clothes she already had on and gently tugged the knee length garment on her shoulders and over her arms.

Nanamura's insistence of her being a big girl now, he let her put on her pantyhose by herself while he watched her.

Shuichi smiled with pride as his little girl twirled around like a little princess at her first ball.

"Now since you're such a big girl now. Do you want your pig tails or do you want to have your hair down?" He inquired.

"I want my ponytails papa." She piped.

"Will you two hurry it up or we're gonna be late and miss the plane?" Yelled another man who lived there and finished the last-minute things that needed to be packed.

Playfully, Shuichi rolled his eyes at his lover's impatience. "Let's go Nanamura, Daddy's getting impatient with us." He sighed as he picked her up gently and walked out of the pink and white room and down the stairs.

Tapping his foot in pure irritation, Eiri Yuki kept glancing at his watch. Wearing a simple grey sweater with his usual black slacks, he looked up, catching sight of his boyfriend carrying their daughter. "Finally you two really need to hurry it up you know?" He said as he grabbed and gave Shuichi his black coat.

"Sorry but I remember your daughter is as stubborn as you. Okay?" Shuichi jokingly said as he placed the blond child on her feet and put on his coat. Her daddy also put on his coat; it looked exactly like her papa's but bigger. Afterwards, the two men then helped her into a big brown faux coat along with a hat and wool gloves.

Helping with her black Mary Janes, Eiri glanced at his watched and cursed ever so silently under his breath so Nanamura wouldn't hear. "We're gonna be late."

In a calm haste when people normally rush out the door with their bags in hand, Eiri picked up Nanamura and covered her with a blanket since the media was so desperate in trying to get a picture of their daughter. Leaving, Shuichi grabbed her little bag and followed his lover out, closing the door behind him, making sure it was locked.

"You said you weren't a bad papa but look what happened." Nanamura said as she stared at the picture of that Christmas trip they took.

Setting the picture back on her dresser and leaving her room, she walked to the main doorway. Slipping on a coat, gloves and put on her Mary Janes, she left the house, closing the door behind her and went to the car with Ban in the driving seat.

'But is death and exception to that?' She pondered.