(A/N: I know! I know! You're DYING to see what happens! God, this chapter was so hard to write. It took me forever. Anyway, recently, I moved out of the USA and we went to Australia, but only for a year. Goodness gracious, it was one hell of a move. When we got the house we're living in now, we realized that it would be a few weeks before we got internet and I was all, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" because I do all of my writing on the internet, so I haven't written anything in a month. So, now... after much work, trying to figure out how to put my outline into words which was MUCH harder then I thought it would be, and ending your wait here and now... Without furter ado, Torn Between Angels chapter fourteen...)

Fourteen: Souta Yamazaki s Story {Part 2}

"Thank you so much for meeting with me." Souta said, sitting on the couch across from the two women only an hour later. They were both looking at him in wonder. It was obvious his mother was close to them.

"Of course." said the older woman.

"Did you know my mother, Itsuyo Heyashi?" Souta asked.

"Yes, we knew her. the younger woman," Sayu, turned a picture on the coffee table. His mother smiled at the camera, her stomach large, apparently filled with him.

"She lived with us for a while." Mrs. Yagami said, "When she discovered she was pregnant, her parents disowned her from her house, so she asked to live with us while she got her life together. Our son, Light, another picture was pushed towards him, and he almost unwillingly, looked at him, loved your mother. As far as we could tell, they had a pretty serious relationship. So, when she came to us, pregnant, we let her stay with us in Light s room. Everyone figured that it was Light s. Even if it was someone else s child, then we would probably have let her stay because our families have known each other for years. With Light dead, everyone changed. Itsuyo kept to herself as much as she could, but she came to me often with pregnancy questions.

"While she was pregnant she switched majors to be a biologist, and she met a boy, Matthew, who I believe she married later. Anyway, when you were born, we all expected a perfect mix of Light and Itsuyo. So, when Itsuyo held you for the first time, she looked at you for the longest time. We were all confused as to why she was looking at you like that. So, we each got our turn, and we realized that your mother must have had a boyfriend after Light for a few weeks or so, because you looked nothing like Light. Itsuyo was happy with you, though. She looked at you like you were an angel. She must have loved your father very much.

"Even though you weren't my grandchild, we let her stay with us for a year so she could find a place to live. During that time, she dated Matthew and six months after she moved out, she married him. But she never told us who the father was, but my husband seemed to know. He didn t tell us who the father was, or who he could potentially be. All we know is that he s probably dead. I am so sorry." Mrs. Yagami looked down.

"May I-" Souta s voice cracked, "talk to Mr. Yagami?"

"He's currently on a business trip in China, but I can see if he can talk." Sayu said.

"Of course. If it s no trouble." Souta whispered.

Sayu got up and moved over to the phone. She stood there for a moment, whispering into the phone before she turned to Souta. She nodded. Souta stood, trying to control his shaking hands. His father wasn t Light. But his father was dead... did this make sense?

"Hello?" Souta spoke into the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Yamasaki?"

"Yes, sir."

"I'm afraid I only have a few minutes. My daughter said you had some questions regarding your father?"

"Yes, sir." Souta gulped, "My mother is Itsuyo Heyashi."

"Itsuyo..." the voice on the other end trailed off, "You're her son..." it was more of a statement then a question.

"Yes. I'm looking for my father. Mrs. Yagami and Sayu have explained that I am not Light's son, but they said they thought you knew who my father was."

"Did they..."

"Yes, sir. Do you?"

"I believe so. He was a great detective. The best there ever was. He worked under many aliases, and he worked with your mother many years before they actually met in person. They mostly spoke over the phone. They met on a case where my son was involved, and after Light died, it became apparent that Itsuyo had feelings for this detective. So, to forget him, and to forget Light, she stopped working on cases, but this detective needed help with a particularly difficult case involving children. You were apparently... made... conceived during that time, just weeks after Light's death. But during the case Light was on, he promised to kill himself in a certain amount of days. So, when he finished the case with the children, he had his last day, and he spent it with your mother. I was one of the only two people to see him alive on his last day. I was the only one, however, to know that he faked his death. So he isn't dead, but it is like he is dead because no on has seen him for twenty two years and he is almost impossible to find because he changes his name every year. Anyway, when he died, it was only a month and a half later when your mother came to us asking for help. It was only when you were born, however, when I realized that this detective could be your father."

"T-thank you, sir." Souta's eyes were wide. His mother was a complicated woman.

"Of course. Now, I have to go. My meeting is starting. It is very nice to finally... meet you, I suppose. I would love to meet you in person when I get back."

"Yes, of course. Thank you so much for your help."

"Of course. Good bye, then."

"Goodbye, sir."

Souta hung up and turned to the two women in the living room who seemed to want to know who his father was almost as much as Souta himself did. Souta stirred around all of this information in his head, wondering who his father was out of the remaining people.

He changes his name often to stay in hiding... maybe to stay in even better hiding there isn't a picture next to his name. Souta pulled his list from inside his jacket and he scanned the list for people with no picture. Sure enough, only one of them didn't have a picture. Ryusaki Akira. He fit the profile perfectly.

"So?" Sayu asked.

"I think I know who my dad is." Souta said, "Ryusaki Akira."

"I hope for your sake that you re right." Mrs. Yagami said.

They sent him off, telling him to tell his mother to keep in touch and come visit every once in a while. Souta got in the car and he headed towards the address on the paper. He hoped to God that he was right. If he was, he was the perfect son. A good detective. He could go home and say, "I found him, Mom. I found my dad."

He could have a happy family. His mom, his dad, his sister... goodness, maybe he should call his sister. No. Not now. He s so close to meeting his father. Or someone who is more then likely his father.

The building was large, modern, and very intimidating, and yet, Souta couldn't wait to go inside. He parked in the parking garage and headed to the door. Just inside there was a security station with a few people just a few years older then himself standing there.

"Please put all personal items such as phones, pagers, keys, and anything metal into this box." one of the security guards said mechanically.

So, with only his list of fathers and wallet, he was led into the building. It was so sterile and white. It was like a million invisible janitors were always cleaning. It was so perfect is was as if no fingerprints could even be made. Someone who looked a few years younger then Souta gestured for him to follow.

"He didn't expect you until much later." said his guide.

"Yeah. Something happened and-"

"I don't need the story, sir."

"Alright." Souta said quietly.

They walked down a long, long, long, long hallway that made Souta wonder if it was ever going to end and wonder if it was just a trick. Sure enough, an elevator just kind of... appeared.

"Go up to the twenty fourth floor and go straight. It's hard to miss his meeting room." the guide said handing him a card key, then just left... Aright then. Souta shrugged.

Five long minutes later, Souta emerged from the small room into a white hallway with red doors every few meters. He ventured forward, suddenly very nervous. He couldn't go back now, and... he wouldn't go back.

The conference room suddenly opened up on his right, On the far wall high-tech computers lined the walls. In the middle of the room was a large eye-shaped white table with black leather chairs surrounding it and off to the side were two black couches facing each other with a glass coffee table with a chess set right in the middle. Sitting on one of the couches was a man wearing a crisp white shirt and jeans. He looked about the same age as his mother.

Souta wasn't sure Ryusaki saw him because he was very intently eating a quadruple-chocolate sundae which... actually looked very appetizing. This guy must have an enormous sweet tooth. Souta stood there awkwardly as he watched the man with awful posture savor each moment of the chocolate-y ice cream. Souta looked on enviously, his sweet tooth begging for chocolate.

Then, Ryusaki did something that triggered so many memories that Souta was positive he had some connection to his mother. He took his spoon, and flipped it, catching it by the bowl of the spoon, then flipping it and catching it by the end of the handle before continuing to eat his ice cream. He just continued as if it didn't even happen.

Souta's mother did that every time she had ice cream, or sometimes cereal. Souta caught himself doing it now and again and had even mastered some different twists and techniques himself. So, Souta stepped forward and picked up the other spoon that was sitting there. The man looked up, startled, but his gaze soon softened and he was a bit impressed by this boys skills.

Souta flipped the spoon over his shoulder and bounced it off of his shoe and caught it in his opposite hand by the tip of the handle. He tossed it up and it landed just ever so slightly slanted on his forehead, laying flat. Then he tapped the end of it like a catapult for peas when you were little and caught it then threw it up, spun around and it landed on his shoe. Then he tossed it up on his foot and caught it in between the handle and the bowl on the little arch. Then, he set it down on the table and stood as if nothing had happened.

"You're good." Ryusaki said sounding impressed, "Now, may I ask who you are?"

"My name is Souta Yamasaki. My mother was Itsuyo Heyashi before she married. I'm looking for my father, and I was wondering if you could help."

"Itsuyo Heyashi?" Ryusaki turned a picture on the coffee table of his mother smiling at the camera without a care in the world, hugging to young children who didn't appear to be Souta or his sister.

"Yes."

"Please, sit."

"What was your relationship to my mother?" Souta asked, sitting across from him.

"I loved her." Ryusaki admitted right out, "She was the only woman I ever loved, and will ever love."

"What happened?"

"Your mother was in a very happy relationship with her childhood friend, Light. It was a few weeks later, but she explored her feelings for me that I didn't know she had for me until she kissed me one day. Then, I started falling in love with her, and I couldn't stop myself. I d known her for a few years before we actually met in real life, and it took me a few weeks, but I did start loving her. Then, Light unexpectedly died, I made a promise to kill myself, and Itsuyo swore that she would never take on another case, but I needed her help, so she helped me one last time. During that time, I didn't know anything about love, or sex, so when it happened, it just... happened before I really got it and by then it was obvious that I loved her and she loved me.

"Then, it was time for me to die. Since I have such a sweet tooth, I mixed a substance into my chocolate that would put me in a death-like state for a few days, like in Romeo and Juliet. I knew that it would be the last time I ever saw Itsuyo because she would think I was dead. So... things happened. Again. And as I was about to die I asked her to tell me something happy. I mean, she was sad. I was sad. There was just so much... sad. Then, as I felt my eyes getting heavy from the chocolate I had been eating, she told me she was pregnant and then... I was gone. I did try looking for her throughout the years, but she was married. And had kids. I wasn't sure if one of them was mine because I couldn't remember if the timing was right. It s all a big mystery to me. One I can't figure out without talking to her."

"Then... you re my father." Souta said, looking at this man in a new light.

"What do you mean?"

"My mother said that she told my dad that she was pregnant just to make him happy because he was dying. Then, a few months later, she found out she was pregnant, but she didn't think it was his because she'd had a serious boyfriend recently. Then... I was born and it turns out that it wasn't her boyfriend's. I believe that you are my father."

"Are you positive?" Ryusaki asked.

"Yes. I am. You re the one who changes his name to keep himself hidden so no one will know you're alive, right?"

"Yes. I am."

"And you know my mother. You loved-"

"Love."

"You love my mother. You knew her boyfriend. You... had sex with my mother." That thought was a bit disturbing to Souta, so he dismissed it as soon as it came out of his mouth, "And the timing was just right."

"You're positive?" Ryusaki asked, "You do sort of look like me... I see your mother in you, too."

"I leave to go home in three days. I have a second ticket for the plane so you could come with me to see my mother."

"Isn't she married?"

"Yes, but I know Matthew and Mom are going to divorce. It's obvious they don t love each other."

"Really?"

"Of course. They have been disagreeing because Dad- Matthew wants to marry off my sister, but Mom is completely against it."

As Souta explained to his father what her situation was, he couldn't help but to have a good feeling about this. It was obvious to him now that he watched this man that he was his father. The way that he moved that reminded him of himself and occasionally his father... Souta had to fight a smile while telling his sisters story.

Ryusaki liked this boy from the moment he started with the spoon, and his like for him grew and grew. Ryusaki liked Souta immensely because he reminded Ryusaki of himself in more ways then one. He noticed his lips and his chin, that looked somewhat like him. Souta's hair looked like Ryusaki s when he was that age and falling in love for the first, and last, time. Short, black, and messy.

Souta's sister s story was an interesting one, and Ryusaki doubted there was anything she could do, but he didn't entirely care about her. Ryusaki could tell Souta cared for his sister very much, but Ryusaki wanted to hear about his son. Not his son's half sister. Ryusaki had just found out that Itsuyo had, in fact, been pregnant, but without knowing it herself. She'd kept it, was the better thing. And... here was that boy, that darling boy in front of him.

He had grown up very well. He was training to be a scientist, but he wanted to be a lawyer. He was just doing what his father figure wanted him to do. But... he didn't want to do what his father wanted him to do. It interested him enough to make a career out of it, but it was too late to back out. He wanted to be a movie director and that fascinated Ryusaki. His son fascinated him beyond belief.

Three days past.

Souta and Ryusaki had spent all of them together. Souta had left on the first day and came back a few hours later with his luggage. He stayed with his father for three days, just getting to know him. His father, even though he had been very isolated these past few years, was fascinating. He watched the news often and he watched lots of the modern TV shows to know what was in style. Hey, he s had some time.

Ryusaki was so up to date on pop culture that it shocked Souta. Ryusaki could name all fifteen Super Junior members in age order without faltering. He knew all the words to SNSD's Mr Taxi . He could sing a Justin Beiber song by heart and he had the One Direction album on his He'd read the Twilight series, the Percy Jackson series, all of the Dan Brown books ever written (and even he couldn't figure it out), and he could recite paragraphs at a time from the Hunger Games trilogy.

Souta thought that his dad was more like a teenager then a grown up, but Ryusaki had lots of times where he was a grown up. He s read so much in twenty two years that his head was filled with knowledge that he could finally tell someone. Some of it, Souta already knew, some of it he didn't know.

Those three days were the start of something so amazing that Souta couldn't even put it into words. Each night when Souta went to bed, he lay there, staring at the ceiling, and he thought, I have a father now. The best part about having a father was that Souta liked him and he liked Souta. On the second day, Ryusaki had addressed him as Son and Souta about cried.

It was a whirlwind of emotions those few days and Souta had so many questions. "Did you meet anyone during your isolation?" "Have you ever gone out into the world just to see what was happening?" "Have you ever, physically, gone looking for my mom?" "Can you help me with my Physics homework?" So many questions just flew out of Souta's mouth and Ryusaki had an answer for every one of them. Ryusaki had a million questions for Souta as well, and Souta answered them all.

On the plane home, Souta looked over at his father who was looking out the window, looking over Japan. Goodness, it was going to be so good to be home. Then, a thought occurred to him so frightening that it almost made him want to jump off of the plane...
His parents would be home mere hours after he got home.