I own nothing. *sends love to reviewers*
Song 11: Please Come Home for Christmas
Shunsoku rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. It felt like none of the paperwork he was trying to do was ever getting done. People were failing to get things he asked done. There were mix ups in deliveries and things that should be going out were not. This was winding up to be a very stressful month.
His desk phone began to ring. Shunsoku picked it up, not even looking at the number. It better be his secretary telling him that documents he wanted mailed went out perfectly fine.
"Shunsoku," he easily said, waiting for the person's response.
"Dad… just please come home for Christmas okay?"
Shunsoku eyes widen in surprise as the line went dead.
"Neku?"
Shunsoku = Runner. This is important.