Atobe's: Past, Present, and Future
A/n: Inspired by the fact that Michigan is hot and I hate living here at this time of the year.
Keigo 13: Swim
"Now make sure you two are careful," Jirou warned as he helped a six year old Keiichi put on his arm floaties. "And don't go too far either – and don't stray too far from your dad."
"My god Jirou," Keigo exclaimed rolling his eyes. "It's a pool not a ocean, and we both have lifeguard training."
Jirou glared at Keigo as he rocked back on his heels, away from Keiichi. Plastering a smile onto his face he declared, "All ready – go ahead Keiichi." Keiichi was all too happy to run away from Jirou and down the pool steps.
"Wait up Kei," Keigo said running after him.
"Don't run by the pool god damn it!" shouted Jirou – he was going to be pissed if one of them split their head open. "Keigo! Don't take those off him!"
Keigo was throwing the floaties into the deeper parts of the pool by the time Jirou shouted at him. "He can't learn how to swim if he has those on," keeping his hands firmly on Keiichi's stomach he told the boy to kick his feet and move his arms.
Jirou had turned away – not wanting to watch his son drown because his father could be a fucking idiot – when he heard a familiar squeal. "Mommy! Mommy look I'm swimming!" Turning back around he saw Keiichi was swimming around the pool happily, Keigo staying far enough back that he wouldn't get in Keiichi's way and at the same time he was close enough that there wouldn't be enough time for Keiichi to drown if he suddenly sank.
"That's awesome buddy!" Jirou praised clapping his hands together.