Disclaimer: Don't own it… sadly.

Warnings: Yaoi, prostitution.

Rating: PG-13… for now

Pairings: FujiRyo

Chapter Four:

Her hand curled around the neck of the vase, hurling it against the wall as it shattered into a million tiny pieces, a fine powder dusted the air where the vase had hit.

Sachiko's shoulders were board straight as she stared at the office where her husband had been only three days before.

"Damn him." It had been her perfect life. The large house she'd always wanted, the beautiful husband she could show off… and now she find's out her husband is currently living in an apartment building owned by a beautiful young woman, with a male prostitute living next door. "Damn him, damn him."

The man who sat in the chair behind the desk held up a picture, it was of Syuusuke, smiling his normal smile. But… there was something different… the smile was less shadowed. Next to him stood a man who looked at the camera with a board expression.

"Nobu-san, please… find out what my husband is doing there. Until then… I shall refuse a divorce to Syuusuke." The detective nodded and left the room.

Sachiko seized another vase.

- - -

"Ryoooma-chaaan!" Fuji sang, as he saw his neighbor leaving the apartment building, late at night no less.

Ryoma turned, looking out at Fuji from beneath the brim of his hat, his expression bored.

"Where are you going, Ryoma-chan?" Fuji walked over to Roma, smiling in a carefree way.

"Out." Ryoma replied, turning to walk away.

"Yes, but where?" Fuji asked, his smile slipping a bit at the corners. He already knew the answer to his question. Fuji knew what Ryoma's job was, and he'd seen the man waiting for Ryoma in the street, leaning against his car. What Fuji didn't know, was why it bothered him so much.

He'd always been a possessive person, but Ryoma had never been his.

Oh well, it didn't matter. All he knew was that he didn't like it. Didn't like the part that Ryoma no longer even owned a tennis racket, except an old one that hung up in his living room. Didn't like that Ryoma was sleeping with strange men, and not him.

Ryoma didn't bother to reply to Fuji's question as he walked away from the apartment, onto the sidewalk, onto the street… where the man waited.

Fuji lit his face with his normal smile and walked to his car. He'd promised to pick up his daughter, hadn't he? Walking to his car, he slid into the driver's seat. From his rear view mirror he watched as the car Ryoma had just gotten into drove away.

- - -

Hana was hiding from her mother. She had heard vases crash in daddy's office, and couldn't help but run to the far side of the mansion, where it was dark… and full of cobwebs. But Hana liked it there, because it hadn't been touched since a long long time ago, and it felt like she was walking in another place.

At the moment, Hana was a princess. She swept the bed sheets she wore around her waist in a large circle as she skipped across the carpet, gathering large clouds of dust in the air. A crown of newspaper sat atop her head as she danced around, giving money to invisible poor people.

But, her play time was interrupted by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.

The little girl pushed off her costume and rushed to the window, hoping that that scary man hadn't returned. Her hopes were answered, and even more. A smile grew on Hana's lips as she saw the familiar car pull into the driveway.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" Hana ran through the hallway, leaping down the stairs two at a time, tripping and smacking into the wall as she stumbled to get to the door, calling for her father all the while.

But… Sachiko got to the door first.

"Syuusuke! You're back!" Sachiko's eyes lit with fake tears that slid down her cheeks, her arms opened to welcome him.

But Hana knew better. Daddy didn't look like he was coming back, his smile hardening as he looked at Sachiko.

Hana knew her mother. Knew she wouldn't be leaving with daddy, if mother had anything to say about it.

So… without thinking twice, Hana snuck away, sneaking toward the servants doors which led to the driveway. It took her a moment to open the humongous door, and even longer to shut it quietly, but as soon as she did she ran out into the cold evening, the chilly wind slapping her face.

She ran to her father's car, pulling open the back door and leaping into it. There she lay on the floor, waiting amongst her father's tennis gear.

- - -

Fuji saw Hana behind his wife. He noticed as she looked out behind him at his car, than snuck behind Sachiko to the hallway. Fuji strained his ears and heard it, the slight creak the servant's door made as it was opened and shut. Sachiko didn't notice it as she chattered on. Then Fuji heard the sound he'd been waiting for, the sound of a car door shutting.

So, Hana was coming home with him after all.

"Ah, Sachiko-san," Fuji cut into the woman's chatter, as he smiled sweetly at her. "I just came to tell you to stop sending detectives after me." Bowing deeply to the shocked woman, the tensai turned and walked to his car.

"No, don't sit up, Hana." Fuji warned as his daughter made to sit up when Fuji opened the door. "Don't let your mother see you." Hana nodded, and slid back down onto the floor.

- - -

Fuji knocked on Ryoma's door, knowing by the light that the man was home. Ryoma opened the door, looking at Fuji with the same, bored expression.

"I'd like you to meet my daughter!" Fuji announced, gently pushing Hana into view.

Ryoma looked down. Hana looked up at Ryoma. Ryoma looked at Hana. Hana looked at Ryoma.

"Nice to meet you." Hana mumbled, tilting her head at Ryoma.

Tbc….

A/N: Please don't murder me, my computer died. And I know this chapter doesn't have much Fujiryo, sorry!