A Week with the Kirishima's

By: Shin Sankai

Author Note: I am so happy everyone is enjoying the story. I know I seem to say that all the time, but truly, its really nice and encouraging to read your reviews as it helps the creative juices flow. This chapter, so far, has taken the longest to come out. Why? Mm, well truth be told, I've been quite busy and really tired lately, so I'm trying to get enough sleep so in order to function properly through the day and also so I can do a good job with this story. Fair enough? I hope so... In any case I've been asked if there will be lemon and truthfully I am not too sure. I feel like something could happen between them and frankly we all deserve that, but it'd probably happen when it is least expected or not? I guess it depends on how this pans out. Either way I'll try my best, though I don't wish to force it out in the off chance it just turns out terrible. After all, Yaoi is not my forte...

Oh and as I stated before, this is just pure random background coming from me, I've got no idea about Yokozawa's past so it's all made up... Thanks!

Wednesday – Morning/Afternoon

Kirishima was lying in bed, his upper body leaning heavily against the bed-head, but pillows were his cushioning. His left arm was tucked under his head while the fingers of his right hand were unconsciously gliding through black hair. He had not left the spare room as he glanced his eyes down at his younger partner. Yokozawa was at his side, resting on his stomach with arms folded and he rested his chin against his forearms. Though his eyes were closed, Kirishima knew his lover wasn't asleep.

After a bried moment, it didn't take long for him to follow Yokozawa into the bedroom, his dark haired partner was already sitting on the double bed and to his utmost surprise he'd already kicked off his trousers and was sitting there in his unbuttoned wrinkled white shirt and his dark boxer briefs. His hair was ruffled in all sorts of cute directions thanks to his restless sleep too. When the door clicked closed, there was possibly too much eagerness showing on Kirishima's face, as he had practically skipped over to the bed, his own hands removing his suit jacket, tie and undoing several buttons on his shirt. He'd leaned in, lips so very close to where he wanted them to be when a sudden hand pressed against his chest, pushing him away.

"We aren't having make-up sex." Kirishima felt so deflated that a sigh of disappointment couldn't be helped as it escaped his lips when he flopped down head first onto the bouncy mattress, just off to Yokozawa's side. Though the editor-in-chief didn't have to wait long for his heart to begin fluttering again when he felt warm breath at the back of his neck.

"I've decided...I want to know everything about you." Cool lips had pressed softly against his skin and the handsome businessman shifted slightly, resting on his side facing Yokozawa with his right arm holding up his head. Almond eyes would not break from deep blue ones for several moments until he lifted his left hand, clenching his fingers at the back of Yokozawa's head and drawing him in for a long sensual kiss that left them both breathless.

"The pictures..." Yokozawa had mumbled against his lips and again Kirishima had groaned in disappointment.

"You're being such a tease." He had complained immaturely, but he understood the look within Yokozawa's eyes.

Quite some time ago, when he said he wanted to know everything about Yokozawa and stated that he would accept everything about him, including the love he had for Takano, he finally understood that this is what Yokozawa was trying to say to him as well. In his own cute way, the salesman was trying to accept his previous life of being a married man.

"That was the worst Omiai I've ever been to." Kirishima had suddenly commented, taking note of the first picture in the pile. It was of course the first time he'd been introduced to his wife and her family, of course back then he didn't know they would end up being wed. "And I was dragged to quite a few thanks to my nosy parents." He wasn't necessarily going to go into long drawn out descriptions of his past memories, but when he observed the sudden intense look within Yokozawa's eyes, mixed with pleasure that he was revealing his past to him, everything had spilled forth far more easily then he had expected. "I think we hated each other in the beginning. I was too busy spreading my seed about the place not wishing to be tied down by a wife. And she, well she was already in a relationship with someone else, as I later found out she was seeing some guy that her parents did not approve of at all."

"What made her different from your other Omiai's?"

"The fact she didn't care who I was or how financially well off she would be for the rest of her life if she were to marry me thanks to my wealthy parents."

"I didn't know you were well off."

"I like to think I live comfortably, but I certainly don't believe I am wealthy as that money is my parents. They worked hard and deserve their own luxuries. I sponged enough off of them when I was growing up that when I hit College it was high time I make a name for myself and break away from them. Though that didn't stop my mother from meddling whenever she could."

"Well, you are her baby, probably a lot younger then your older siblings so to her you required more protecting, more babying if you like." Yokozawa found a frowning Kirishima quietly starring at him. "I noticed you are the youngest of three. Like I said before, I've looked long and hard through the pictures."

"Well it took about a year and many dinners for the two of us to actually begin talking normally without bickering. But like I always said to her when we did finally get engaged and married, you always argue with the ones you love."

"Because make-up sex is worth it?" Laughter bellowed through the spare room that Yokozawa had to lean forward and clamp his hand over the chuckling Kirishima. "Don't be so damn loud, Hiyo-chan is still trying to sleep."

"Sorry, you're just so damn cute." Yokozawa punched him on the shoulder for that comment which was practically said to him on a daily basis. "Look, I'm not going to talk to you about what sex was like with my wife."

"Which do you prefer, the body of a woman or a man?"

"I don't know if I like this sudden question."

"Why, its a simple question."

"Is it? For if I say a woman's body is better then it begs the question as to what I am doing with you and if I say I prefer the body of a man, I've only ever been with you so its not like I've ever experimented with other men to know if it feels just as good as it does when I'm with you." Kirishima couldn't help but notice the sudden heat that spread across his own cheeks let alone Yokozawa's. "And I'd also be dishonouring my love and marriage to my wife so it really is a stupid question. To me, when I was a happily married man, sex with my wife was beautiful and I won't and cannot deny it for our actions together created Hiyo-chan."

"I see..."

"But that doesn't mean that sex with you is any less important or beautiful either. We may not be creating a child together, but we certainly create sparks, am I right?" Kirishima couldn't help but wink at his partner who really didn't have a comeback for that.

After several long moments, Yokozawa finally spoke. "But surely you must still miss the feel of a woman's curvy and supple body."

"And just how do you know what a woman's body feels like?"

"I wasn't born gay Kirishima." Yokozawa watched almond eyes widen. "I experimented like any other healthy man out there. I 'spread my seed', as you so graciously put it, just like you did. It just so happened that the first time I truly fell hopelessly in love, it ended up being with a man. Maybe there is a woman out there whom I will find attractive again." Yokozawa found himself lying on his back, arms above his head as Kirishima was leaning over him, a most feral look upon his face.

"I'll have to bloody kill her then," Kirishima watched dark eyes widen. "I am not giving you to anyone, you got that?"

"I...sorry...I was just rambling. I didn't truly mean anything by my words."

"I am pleased to hear that." Kirishima grinned. "Now, where was I?" He lay heavily over the slightly frozen Yokozawa, resting his head against the man's chest, listening to the thumping of his heart beneath.

"What time is it?" Kirishima broke from his thoughts to glance down at his partner.

"I don't know."

"My phone is right next to you."

"Is it?"

"You freaking lazy ass." Kirishima grinned as Yokozawa moved in the bed, sheets falling away from his pale but muscular skin as all that he wore now was his boxer briefs and he half leant over him, hand reaching out to grab his phone from the bedside table. The editor-in-chief had waited for Yokozawa to move away, but he was surprisingly pleased when he half lay over his lounging body to flip his phone open to reveal the time. "I need to get up and surprise Hiyo-chan with breakfast." At the thought of Yokozawa leaving his side, even for his precious daughter, his arms instantly locked around his body, drawing the younger man fully over his own boxer brief clad body.

"Can we not go to work today?"

"Considering I did absolutely nothing yesterday, I have to decline." Yokozawa himself was surprised at just how relaxed and comfortable he felt right now. Usually in times like this he would become a little awkward and uncomfortable considering Hiyori's room was just across the hallway from the spare room. And then there was the fact he was still getting used to being in such an affectionate relationship. He and Takano weren't exactly like that. Whereas Kirishima would strip him in front of anyone who wanted to watch if he had his way. The man just didn't seem to care about such matters and maybe he was getting a little more used to just how "touchy-feely" Kirishima could get. "Oi, remove your hand from my ass." Or maybe not.

"Why, it happens to like its current position?" Came the whispered drawl as Yokozawa fought to keep some sort of control considering Kirishima's lips were currently skimming across his cheek, down the side of his neck and then he grit his teeth, demanding himself not to gasp, when he was bit hard on the shoulder. The "wound" was soon taken care of by Kirishima as he darted his tongue out and sucked at his skin. "That is payback for earlier." Came the mumbled comment laced with humour, but it was soon forgotten when Kirishima's almond eyes widened unexpectedly when both his arms were suddenly held within Yokozawa's strong grip as he raised them above his head.

"Perhaps if you're a good boy, maybe you might get lucky." And all he could do was stare. It didn't take long for his cute partner to suddenly blush at his own words, his hands instantly releasing his wrists as the salesman drew back.

"I will definitely look forward to that." His current view was so pleasing to him since Yokozawa was sitting above him. Of course it didn't last when he got up out of bed.

"You need to go back to your room." He couldn't help but whine like a child though his free show of watching Yokozawa get dressed in casual black slacks and tank that he would usually wear to bed was quite pleasing to watch too. "I'm going to make breakfast."

"Yokozawa," He watched his partner turn slightly to look back at him. "Today I'll let you off the hook, but I'm certain we'll have many more arguments as we grow old together, so let's have lots and lots of make-up sex then." Almond eyes watched curiously as several emotions rushed over his lovers face. There was surprise in the widening of his eyes, the embarrassed blush rushing across his cheeks and the slight frown on his lips. His lips parted as though he wanted to lash out at him, but it never happened. Instead, the most cutest of tiny smiles crept on his face, his eyes lowering to look at something indiscernible. Kirishima hadn't ever seen such a look on his face before. Of course the man could crack a grin, since he'd seen several, especially in the presence of his daughter, but this one, it was almost like it was just for him. And selfishly Kirishima decided it was considering Yokozawa didn't even know he was doing it in the first place and thus he locked it away hoping such a look would never be revealed to anyone but him.

"Baka..." And once again Yokozawa escaped him, but this time, he didn't mind as he lay back on the bed, sinking into the sheets as though trying to mould with Yokozawa's fleeting warmth and his scent on the pillows. The smile on his face would not vanish today.

Yokozawa wiped a bead of sweat from his brow as he completed the finishing touches on his special breakfast for Hiyori. He'd never made them before and at first the temperature on the stove top was up too high, but after adjusting it and carefully timing his flipping, there was a healthy stack of perfectly golden pancakes on a plate. He remembered some time ago while half watching a cooking show with Hiyori as they waited for Kirishima to get back as he'd been doing overtime, she noticed the pancakes and instantly thought she could make them, but to this day she'd never gotten around to doing it. Yokozawa decided they had turned out bloody good since he'd already sampled one earlier.

On his tray was a selection of mixed berries that she could sprinkle over the fluffy pancakes. There was also a bowl of melting ice cream and other tasty treats like whipped cream, syrup or honey to spread over the pancakes as well. He'd also provided her with a selection of drinks, her favourite juice, chocolate milk and a glass of water. He was all about variety today. And Hiyori could eat whatever she wanted. And just to add a little more flare or it could very well be sweetness to the presentation he'd found a short thin vase and had run out of the apartment building and clipped some flowers from the bush, without anyone seeing him of course, and placed them there as well. Even though this was Hiyori's birthday, Yokozawa had felt excitement bubbling within him in order to make this a day she'll never forget. And what way to start a day then with breakfast served in your bedroom?

Carefully he balanced the tray in one hand as he made his way down the hallway, glancing slyly at the closed door of the spare room when he listened to a cough come from inside. That moron, he still hadn't returned to his bedroom or gotten up. Yokozawa was a little puzzled. Did he not spoil his daughter on her birthday? For if he did, there were no presents about the house.

Forgetting Kirishima for now, he knocked lightly on the youngest Kirishima's bedroom, opened the door and turned on the light. It took him a moment to glance around her room. The only messy part was several books lying open on her desk. It appeared she had every colour of the rainbow within her bedroom, but with how bright and cute she was, it totally suit her.

"Hiyo-chan," He noticed the small lump in bed move before the now 11 year old sat up, blankets falling away to reveal strawberry printed pyjamas. Her loose light brown hair was spiked in all sorts of directions and it didn't take long for Yokozawa to notice Sorata currently curled against her hip, a flicker of his ear at his voice, but other then that, he was content where he was.

"Onii-chan, what time is it?" She rubbed sleepily at her eyes.

"Did you have a late night Hiyo-chan?" He watched in fascination as she scrambled out of bed, an annoyed hiss coming from Sorata who was disturbed from his sleep and he stretched, jumped off the bed and trotted past his owner to head for the kitchen, probably looking for his own breakfast. "Hiyo-chan, relax, you have plenty of time to get ready for school." He watched the youngster slam her books closed before shoving them into her book-bag. "And because today is special, breakfast is already made for you Princess."

"Eh?" She finally turned around taking notice of Yokozawa sitting on the edge of her bed, tray resting against his legs.

"Onii-chan," Hiyori gushed as she slowly made her way over to him, dainty fingers touching the petals of one of the red flowers. "Is this...all for me?"

"Hai, a Princess on her special day deserves breakfast in bed." Yokozawa watched her eyes sparkle merrily as she literally jumped back in, covers resting over her pyjama bottoms as he placed the tray over her legs.

"Eat till your hearts content and think about what you want for your birthday. And if its within reason I'll try my best for Hiyo-chan." He placed his hand on her head, ruffling her silky tresses before getting up.

"Onii-chan," He turned around to look back at her. "I...already know what I want for my birthday."

"Oh?"

"I'd really like to ask that Papa and Onii-chan come home early, but I know how busy the two of you are."

"I'll make sure we are home when you get back from your school activities."

"Promise?" There was hope in her eyes.

"I promise."

"Arigatou Onii-chan!" And he watched her tuck into the pancakes. "Uwaa, these are so yummy." Yokozawa had to turn away, heading for the partially opened door so she wouldn't catch his blush. He was feeling so very happy right now.

"And where are my pancakes?" Yokozawa jerked and turned to notice Kirishima was leaning against the wall next to the door, that grin that sent butterflies to his stomach on his face.

"It's not your birthday so no special treatment for you." Blue eyes glanced at the arm that was thrown over his shoulder.

"Well don't worry, I'd expect more then just pancakes for my birthday present."

"Is that right?"

There morning went pretty smoothly as Yokozawa showered and dressed in another one of his suits. Kirishima of course tried to join him, but his plans were foiled when Yokozawa kicked him out and locked the door. While Hiyori was full from her special breakfast, Yokozawa made a quick one for he and Kirishima and they sat down to eat what Kirishima complained to be a 'boring breakfast' considering he only got to eat the small amount of leftovers from his daughters. The editor-in-chief was dressed in casual wear, he pleased there was no meeting today and no-one to wine and dine so he and Yokozawa could hopefully do what his 'Princess', as Yokozawa called her, asked of them and that was to come home early today.

"Is our Princess ready yet?" Kirishima called out to Hiyori, completely missing the arched eyebrow from Yokozawa at the 'our' remark. The two of them were standing in the genkan with their bags.

"I'm coming!" She came into view, dressed perfectly in her school uniform and a braid in her hair. Yokozawa had spent quite some time on it so this is why all three of them were running late now. Hiyori bent down to place on her shoes and when she rose to her short height she was instantly engulfed in a hug.

"I don't know if I told you, but Happy Birthday Princess."

"Ah, Papa, too tight." An embarrassed yet happy blush rose to Hiyori's cheeks. "And that's like the fifth time you said it this morning." She mock complained.

"You have to let me, you're just growing up too fast for me."

"That's right, time certainly flies and for all he knows the next time your birthday comes around you could be bringing home a boy you like to meet your father and telling him he's your boyfriend." Yokozawa watched in fascination as Hiyori blushed while Kirishima looked absolutely mortified as he dropped his bag.

"I...I'm going now!" She ran out the door, her voice carrying down the corridor as she met with Yuki-chan and her mother who wished her happy birthday.

"Hm, I may not know girls very well, but she seems to be like an open book right now and I'm almost certain she may have a crush on a boy already." Yokozawa mumbled aloud to himself. "Well, we should be going." The salesman bent down to pick up the dropped work bag, knocking his partner out of his daze. "What's up with you?"

"Don't say stuff like that, it'll take years off my life."

"Its a fact Kirishima." He waited as the editor-in-chief locked the door. "She's growing up, soon she'll hit puberty and you'll have to make the decision of just who tells her that she'll start to change and develop and all that girl stuff."

"All that girl stuff?" Kirishima repeated.

"I'd leave it to your mother if I were you."

"Hmm..."

"Plus when puberty does hit you'll also need to give her that talk. I'm sure she is not clueless, with what they teach at school's these days, but I still think it'd be better coming from her father, even if it'll embarrass you...and possibly her as well."

"Then you do it."

"Huh?"

"I don't think I have the balls to talk to my own kid about boys and what they just might be thinking about her. Oh shit, just thinking about it now makes me want to kill those little pervert bastards!"

"Oi, calm down." Yokozawa smacked him on the back. "I doubt they'd be thinking what your thinking so if she ever does bring a boy home, don't kill him, unless he knocks her up or something." The salesman laughed loudly, something very rare for him but he was getting so used to opening up and just being himself. He suddenly stopped walking as Kirishima was not by his side. He turned around to see once again the distraught look on the father's face. "Oh for crying out loud, I'm not serious Kirishima!"

"Are you sure?"

"Look, Hiyo-chan has more responsibility within her then most adults I know...and she's a very smart girl too." They made it to the train station with time to spare as the train had only just arrived. "I'm sure if she was having boy issues she'd come to you...eventually."

"What do you mean eventually. She can come to me for anything."

"Like she could about your wife?" Yokozawa wanted to hit himself at the frown on Kirishima's face. "Sorry, that was unfair of me." Quickly he glanced around the packed train, they standing quite close together and noticing that no one was starring at them, he squeezed Kirishima's hand which was holding his bag. "You are the most important person in her life and I am certain she will come to you."

"Promise?"

"I...guess..."

"But you have to be with me when she starts talking about boys. I think I'll need more support on that subject then her." Kirishima was rewarded with Yokozawa's laughter.

The morning went quickly for Yokozawa as he got stuck into his work like he'd just been injected with a dozen energy drinks as he buzzed about the office. He was on the phone to all the stores he'd travelled to, to see how everything was going and if it wasn't that then he was stuck in meetings and bickering with Takano. A typical day really.

"Yokozawa-san, you need to take a break."

"I'm busy Henmi." He was printing out dozens of documents, cursing the printer when it ran out of paper and watching Henmi when he ever so calmly fixed it up. "Thanks, look today's important, I have to leave early so I'm trying to get as much done as possible."

"Big date or something?" The narrowed look didn't seem to deter Henmi. "Come on, you can tell me."

"I've a birthday party to attend to."

"Oh, so what did you buy the lucky person?"

"Err, nothing..." Henmi arched an eyebrow at the seemingly awkward reply. "Yet. I haven't made up my mind on what to get."

"Well, what do they like?"

"Cats, strawberry printed goods, every colour of the rainbow it seems...oh and green tea sweets...and other stuff I probably haven't thought of."

"I see..." Henmi commented. "Well, good luck!"

"Wait, that's it, that is your advice?" Henmi shrugged his shoulders and guiltily felt pleased when he was called away. He had no idea that someone like Yokozawa knew someone who liked things like that! "Thanks for nothing!" Yokozawa couldn't help but yell frustratingly. Of course he gained the attention of several co-workers but he didn't care. He sighed in frustration, leaning back in his chair when he jolted as his phone vibrated in his pocket. He dug it out and flipped it open. It was Kirishima and the title of the text was 'Need a Favour'. Yokozawa arched his eyebrow as he opened up the message to read the contents inside:

'Suddenly called out by Hiyo-chan, our Princess wants me to go out with her somewhere. Can you please go to Sweet Darling, a store about 3 blocks from work. I've got a parcel there to collect. Don't worry I have rung ahead and they know you'll be there. See you at home. Zen xxx'

Yokozawa looked at his watch, noting the time: 1pm

Thanks to Kirishima's text and his talk with Henmi, though the short man didn't help him at all, Yokozawa's mind was now going double time as to what to do for Hiyo-chan. Granted he made her a pretty spectacular breakfast, but to him, it just didn't seem enough. Yokozawa wanted to do more, to do something so outrageous that it would just bring a smile to her face instantly. His chair fell out from beneath him as he quickly stood up, again eyes peered over computer screens or turned around to look over at him.

"Boss," He called out to the head of the department and made his way over to the elder man. "I need a favour." Yokozawa went on to apologise about his behaviour over the past couple of days and hoped his Boss would allow him a few days leave of absence until he got his life straightened out. The salesman could clearly see the look of surprise on the elder gentleman's face, but he was a good man and due to his high work standards and just how much overtime he did for the company, he was granted time away from work. With a quick bow, Yokozawa turned tail and rushed back to his desk, grabbed his bag and he was gone.

There was so much to do with only about 3 to 4 hours left before he promised Hiyo-chan he'd be home.

To be continued...