A Week with the Kirishima's

By: Shin Sankai

Monday - Evening

Yokozawa ran all the way back to the Kirishima household from the train station stop which happened to be a couple blocks away. He had a stitch in his side and realised perhaps he should do some exercise and really give up on his smoking like he thought about earlier in the day. The latter seemed far more appealing to him, since he barely had a spare moment to do much except work, fix up other people issues at work, run around to the book stores, have meetings, pass Kirishima in the office without even much of a glance and now get to the Kirishima house to be with Hiyori.

He'd received a text message from Kirishima saying he'd be home late, some sort of crisis had happened in Japun. Those were generally rare and pretty much only ever happened at Emerald, but Yokozawa figured Kirishima had hard days like Takano did.

The salesman made his way up the stairs, two at a time and his hand instantly went to the doorknob, eyebrows furrowing slightly when he noticed it wasn't even locked.

"Hiyori?" Yokozawa called out to the 10 year old, his stern eyes watching her head pop around the corner of the living room doorway, a big grin on her face.

"Okaeri nasai Onii-chan." She was already out of her school uniform and was dressed in white shorts and a pink button down top. Her hair was still in the plaited pigtails he did for her this morning. "Onii-chan, you're meant to greet me back."

"Ta-Tadaima..." He had not said that in so long and he felt his heart thump happily in his chest when Hiyori nodded her head approvingly.

"Did you run all the way from the station?"

"Aa..." He gave her a slight nod in thanks as she took his bag while he removed his shoes and then walked down the hallway with her. "Ah, um, here, I stopped by the bakery near the station and got these."

"Arigatou Onii-chan. Lets have them after dinner tonight." A happy blush graced her cheeks as she took note of the green-tea cupcakes. Yokozawa had bought four of them. One for each of them for dessert tonight and a forth one that Hiyori could take as a snack for lunch tomorrow. She really did love the flavour of green-tea sweets. Yokozawa had found it odd at first, but watching her gush over his confectionery presents, he soon got used to it and relished how much she looked forward to his little presents just for her and appealing just to her tastes.

"Have you started cooking dinner? Can I help?"

"I was waiting for Onii-chan to come home. Papa sent me a text earlier saying you'd be home first before him and so I decided to wait for you so we could make dinner together."

"Shall I teach you how I make my chicken katsu curry?" Yokozawa watched a big grin form over Hiyori's lips as she nodded in excitement. "Go put the rice on while I get changed and then we'll begin the lesson." He watched her nod again in enthusiasm and she jogged away, calling out to Sorata to follow her so she could feed him.

Yokozawa loosened the tie around his neck and headed for the spare room. He hung up his suit jacket in the cupboard and moved back over to the desk in the room and placed his white business shirt over the chair. It was then his eyes noticed a cardboard gift box sitting near the far corner of the desk. He'd never noticed it before, but then he'd only been here for a night and half of it had been spent thinking why Kirishima had done him so hard. The salesman quickly dropped the thought as he changed into a pair of black jeans and a plain long sleeved black shirt. He made his way back to the kitchen barefoot to see Hiyori had just finished feeding Sorata. He bent down to gingerly rub at Sorata's ears before washing his hands, drying them and rolling up his sleeves.

"I'm not wearing your apron Hiyori." He watched the young girl pout as she had been standing on her stool, her hands out with the apron within them. She was already dressed in her pink and green one.

"But you've already worn it before. And its too big for me."

"I should have brought mine from home."

"Don't worry just wear this one Onii-chan." Yokozawa frowned.

"I'll wear it as long as you don't take a photo this time."

"Why?" Yokozawa moved over to the preparation bench and grudgingly took the apron from the young girls hands.

"Because that picture was sent all around the office. Your father caused me a lot of trouble."

"You looked so serious peeling and yet it was really cute at the same time Onii-chan."

"I don't like the way you say that, you sound too much like your dad."

"Gomen,"

"And I'm not cute, Hiyori is the cute one." Yokozawa watched a flush grace her cheeks.

"Mou, Onii-chan, you have been around Papa too much!"

"I can't help but say what I feel, Hiyo-chan is the cute one not me." A frown fell upon his lips as he watched the young girls face change suddenly. Her eyes seemed to be sparkling. Was she going to cry on him? "What?"

"That's the first time Onii-chan has called me Hiyo-chan, just like Papa does!"

"Is that...bad?" Yokozawa breathed a sigh of relief when she shook her head negatively.

"Well alright then, Hiyo-chan."

"Please do wear the apron Onii-chan, I don't want you to get your clothes dirty. And I'm really sorry that I took a photo without you noticing. I was just so happy I had someone to cook with." Yokozawa turned his blue eyes down to look at Hiyori who was carefully cutting the plastic away from the three chicken breast fillets. "Papa isn't very good at stuff like this and having someone in the kitchen with me is nice."

"Don't worry about it." He pat her on the head, making her giggle slightly before placing the offending garment over his head and then tied the straps of the red and white polka dot apron around his waist. "Are you ready?"

"Ready!" And the lesson began.

"Lets allow the curry sauce to thicken and then we'll pour it into a container to keep it warm." "Okay!"

"You're really good at this." Yokozawa voiced truthfully.

"That's because Onii-chan is a good teacher. Ah, can you help me with my maths afterwards?"

"Sure and be careful with the chicken, its hot." She nodded her head in pure concentration as she laid out the chicken on the plates. Yokozawa felt his lips forming into a light smile as he watched Hiyori place equal amounts of rice on the three plates, half on top of the crispy crumbed chicken fillets. Even his stomach was now craving dinner, if only Kirishima would hurry up and come home. He froze in his own movements of getting the side salad that he and Hiyori had whipped up out of the fridge at his last thought. Home... Since when had he thought of the Kirishima household as being home?

"Ah, that's the door, Papa's home!" Yokozawa snapped out of his daze, watching Hiyori jump down from her stool as she rushed to greet her father. At the thought of Kirishima seeing him in the flesh in the polka dot apron, he quickly removed the offending item and placed it back on a hook where a couple of other aprons were hanging. Unconsciously his hand raked through his black hair and then flattened out the material of his shirt. He stopped quickly when he realised what he was doing and as casual as possible, made his way into the hallway.

"Okaeri nasai Papa!" Yokozawa observed the greeting between father and daughter as Hiyori took his bag from his hands, waiting for him to remove his shoes before slipping his feet into his slippers. They padded softly down the hallway, in their own little word as Kirishima bent over to ruffle Hiyori's hair before planting a kiss on her cheek. "Don't be such a silly doting Papa, you're embarrassing me in front of Onii-chan." Hiyori whined slightly, but Yokozawa was certain she secretly loved how much her father showed affection towards her.

The two adults watched as she made her way back into the living room, placing his bag against the lounge before heading back into the kitchen.

"Err, O-Okaeri nasai..." Yokozawa felt a little uncomfortable in his greeting and especially how close Kirishima currently was, invading his personal space as he did.

"Tadaima, Takafumi."

"Stop that." Yokozawa frowned as he once again pushed Kirishima's face away from him. "Go change, wash your hands and sit down at the table, dinner is ready."

"I missed Hiyo-chan and you making dinner tonight?"

"Next time get your authors in order and maybe you'll witness it again."

"With the polka dot apron?"

"Shut up!" Kirishima smiled as he watched Yokozawa practically stomp back into the kitchen.

"Thank you both for the delicious meal." Kirishima voiced appreciatively as he moved from the dining table to the couch. He did sort of feel a bit lazy that he wasn't even helping with the cleaning up, but his daughter insisted she would do it and that he should rest as he had a long busy day at the office. She was such a sweet and thoughtful girl, so much like her mother. The sudden thought of his deceased wife made him sad, especially this time of the year.

"What's the matter?" Almond eyes gazed up at Yokozawa standing near the couch, newspaper in his hand as he was holding it out to him.

"Eh, nothing, why?"

"Because your face..." Yokozawa paused as he tried to think about his words carefully...for once.

"My face?"

"You looked like you were going to cry." At the sudden perplexed look on Kirishima's face, Yokozawa scratched awkwardly at the back of his neck. "Okay, maybe not cry, but you had a pained expression on your face. You aren't still thinking about this morning are you?"

"No its not that." Kirishima voiced, the salesman noticing his smile return and followed his gaze as Hiyori was coming out of the kitchen with the three green tea cupcakes on plates with small spoons and napkins.

"How about you get your homework and we'll study it at the coffee table?"

"Hai,"

"Are you sure everything is alright with you?" Yokozawa again pressed Kirishima and this time he just half heartedly shrugged his shoulders while opening up the newspaper. For a moment he felt slightly pissed off that his older partner didn't seem to want to confide in him. He'd confided in Kirishima before, granted he was totally drunk at the time, but he'd still done it, so why couldn't the editor-in-chief do the same thing?

"I have a maths test tomorrow and I'm not confident about it at all." Hiyori pouted as she came back into the living room sitting down at the coffee table. Yokozawa sat right next to her. Kirishima remained on the couch, feeling the warmth of Sorata as Yokozawa's cat decided to make himself content within his lap, purring loudly as he snoozed there.

"Onii-chan, do you want to take a break?"

"Eh?" Yokozawa turned his eyes down to Hiyori's.

"You've been chewing on the end of one of my pencil's so I thought you might want to have a cigarette break."

"Ah, no, I don't smoke any more."

"You quit Onii-chan, when?"

"Um..."

Kirishima was smiling behind the newspaper. At work today his mind was definitely not on the job. Yokozawa would have totally kicked his ass if he knew about that. It was partly why he had to stay and do overtime tonight. He'd apologised to the other Japun editors and allowed them to leave and he did the rest on his own. Sort of like a punishment to himself.

In truth he'd gone on the search for Yokozawa around lunch time only to find him in the smoke room with Takano at his side. He'd hidden like a teenager, hoping no one else would notice him eavesdropping on their conversation. Truthfully he couldn't hear a lot of it, but when Takano offered Yokozawa a cigarette the salesman had declined. Takano had made a comment along the lines of that it is not like him at all and Kirishima couldn't help but feel his heart speed up when Yokozawa confessed he'd changed and that it wasn't healthy to smoke in front of a child.

"You care about them that much huh?"

"Don't worry about me stupid."

Kirishima was a little annoyed that even in front of his best friend and ex-lover Yokozawa still would not reveal any feelings at all. They'd been together for a year now, surely the younger man wasn't just playing with him...was he?

"Hiyo-chan, it's time for bed." Kirishima thought it best to interrupt since Yokozawa seemed trapped in not being able to give his daughter an answer.

"I'll take a bath and then go to bed." She packed up her school books and stood up. "Onii-chan, thank you for helping me with my maths."

"You're wel..." Yokozawa froze when Hiyori gave him a hug. It was totally unexpected. He didn't even get a chance to respond to it as she quickly let go and hurriedly made her way to the bathroom, calling out to Sorata and the two adults watched them leave.

"Thank you for coming home early today. It seems Hiyo-chan had a lot of fun with you this evening." Kirishima's eyebrows furrowed when Yokozawa was still sitting on the ground, facing the direction his daughter had gone. The older man stood up and made his way around to stand in front of the shocked Yokozawa. He squatted down, clapping his hands in front of the businessman's face to snap him out of his daze. "What's up with that face?"

"She...hugged me."

"Yeah, she does that sometimes." Kirishima couldn't help but chuckle as he locked his arms around the slightly stunned Yokozawa and pressed his forehead against his. "You are so cute." He fell flat on his ass when he was pushed away.

"I hate when you call me that." And there was that adorable frown on his face, eyebrows furrowed, those deep blue eyes narrowed. He truly was adorable.

"I know."

"Then why do you always say it?"

"Because I always find the ones I love cute."

"Goodnight Kirishima."

"What, no kiss?" His answer was the flip of the finger. "Well that's just rude. I'll just have to do it several more times tomorrow morning then." Kirishima had to suppress the smirk twitching on his lips as his younger lover swiftly turned around and stomped childishly back over. He did have to admit he was a little surprised when Yokozawa grabbed him by the shirt, dragging him to his feet before planting one on him. He had realised quite quickly that this slightly angry Yokozawa was just too damn cute that he knew if he teased him in all the right places that this is the reaction he would get from him and this time he was more then ready for the kiss. His hands were all over Yokozawa's body, feeling taut skin ripple beneath his touch, but he too was being felt up. It was only a couple of minutes, but that had left him hot and bothered and he wanted more of Yokozawa, but the younger man seemed to be able to suppress himself more then he could and with a wicked triumphant grin of his own, Yokozawa was gone. Kirishima was left unsatisfied. "Damn..."

As Yokozawa closed the bedroom door, he leaned against it, trying to catch his breath and hope his raging hormones would calm down. The soreness he felt last night and this morning was all but gone, but he was certain he really shouldn't be jumping into sex so quickly. Maybe another day or two and he'd be right as rain. Yokozawa squashed his thoughts instantly. Why the hell should he look forward to sex with Kirishima? He was still the bottom and that shit him off. He'd like to one day do him thoroughly and see how it felt for him. It was settled now, Yokozawa was going to top Kirishima and he needed to figure out a plan on just how to go about it.

He moved away from the door, not realising just how close he was to the desk and he knocked his thigh into it, rattling several random items on the desktop and listened to something clutter to the floor. He moved around to notice the box he saw before was now upside down. He bent over to pick it up, watching as the lid fell off and hundreds of photos scattered over the floorboards.

Any thoughts of sex and topping Kirishima were wiped from his mind instantly when photos of the said man and a woman assaulted his eyes.

It was his wife.

To Be continued...