Hi Readers! Enjoy
Note: Side stories about their little boy, as he sulks and being too clingy.
I do not own Prince of Tennis, I'm just fanning like everybody. Also, excuse my English. I apologize beforehand if I might offend some.
Enjoy!
The Little Prince
Ryoki had turned One when he decided to stick with his mother during his birthday.
They were currently in the Atobe's mansion to help prepare the place for their little boy's birthday party. The toddler was following the thirty years old man around with his baby walker, he would giggle and squeal every time he saw his mother passing him by.
However, Ryoma was forced to stop and take an afternoon nap with his son. When the toddler had started crying when he couldn't see his mother, although he was just in the toilet to pee. With a sigh, he complained to the baby while patting his tiny back softly. He turned to his husband, who was now walking towards him.
"It's okay. Leave everything here to us."
"Keiko agrees" the six-year-old exclaimed loudly, as she directed the old butler in cutting the paper to stars.
"So she says" Keigo laughed and pressed a kiss on the back of his son's head. "So go ahead and sleep with Ryoki."
Ryoma nodded his head and went back to Keigo's old room.
Hours had passed, and the celebration ended with Ryoki not wanting to be held by others aside from his Mother. Though others can't help but awe at the sight of a tiny Ryoma on Ryoma's arms.
0o0o0
A two-years-old Ryoki was laying down on his chest. He was grasping a tiny ball on his hand while playing with a toy truck on the other hand. His tiny feet were in the air, as he swung them one by one while mumbling to himself. He was starting to doze when he heard his Father's voice. Turning on his back, he placed the ball on his armpit, and placed his hands under his head, while crossing his legs.
"Look what we have here" His father grinned at the sight of his youngest. "Aren't you going to sleep yet bud?"
The boy shook his head in response and turned to his side. Now holding on to the ball in his hand, while curling on his legs. He trailed his eyes to the opened album besides his toy truck. Picking up a page, he stared at the picture that he's been looking at for hours.
"Come on Ryoki. You need to sleep. Mommy will be back later"
"I miss Mommy"
Keigo picked up his sulking lad and patted his head. Ryoki instantly wrapped his arms around his father's neck and pressed his face on his shoulder.
"Want Mommy"
"I know. Mommy did promise you he'll be back later before nine, right? But it's past your bedtime and you can see Mommy tomorrow."
The little boy pouted on his arms, with tears brimming in his eyes. It didn't take another second for Keigo not to hear the sniffs coming from the little boy, and it was a minute later that he had regretted saying those words. Ryoki had aggressively swung his legs, his hair being grabbed with tiny hands and loud cries had damaged his ears. The little boy's eyes cried fat tears, as he whined loudly to his father.
"No. Want. Mommy." the boy would cry repeatedly. While grabbing for his father's hair and shouting at his ears. Keigo tried to endure the pain from his son's long fingernails. Holding on his bum securely, while using the other to pry his hands away from his face. Unable to save himself from pain, he sat on the sofa behind him, and placed the boy on top of his lap, he then grabbed for the tiny hands and raised them over his head.
Annoyed, and still crying. Ryoki leaned back and cried even louder while asking for his mother.
"Ryoki, please" his dad pleaded, but it went to deaf ears. His tiny eyes are starting to turn red and puffy. His snot is starting to drip from his nose as he sniffed.
"Daddy?" Keigo turned his head towards the stairs and saw his Daughter watch worriedly at her brother. "Is Ryoki okay?"
The dark-purple haired man nodded weakly to his daughter while placing a hand on Ryoki's back. He draped his hands around his neck and placed his tiny head on his shoulder as the little boy continued to cry.
"Don't worry. Ryoki is just sleepy. Aren't you going to sleep yet?"
The seven-year-old girl nodded his head, "I was. But I heard Ryoki cry"
"Sorry about that Keiko. Don't worry, he's fine. You can go back to sleep" Keiko nodded her head again, and bade goodnight to her father. Walking up the stairs to head to her room for sleep.
Keigo leaned on his back on the sofa, while moving his hand in a circling motion on the tiny back. Hushing every now and then whenever his cries would go loud. Ryoki had started to doze on his father's arms, feeling the warm hands rubbing on his back. His cries had been replaced with sniffles after half an hour and were currently in a daze. Tired from crying and throwing a tantrum.
"Ryoki. Aren't you going to sleep yet?" Keigo asked his son, after seeing the little boy's eyes are still wide awake.
Ryoki shook his head in response while sucking on his thumb and leaning closer to his Dad.
"You know, Daddy is really sleepy now. Do you want to wait for mommy in your room?... Okay, okay. We'll stay here and wait for mommy." Keigo assured after he heard his son started to whine again and eyes started to gather tears. With a sigh, he patted his son's back with his left hand, while using his right hand to grab for his phone. Smiling at the text message that he just got from his wife, sent a relief on his veins.
It was fifteen minutes before nine when they heard the front door shuffle. Ryoki, who heard the noise, immediately crawled out from his father's lap and wobbled his way as fast as he could to the front door. He peaked over the wall and saw a familiar sight sitting at the front porch, taking off his shoes.
The little boy released a giggle and ran towards his mother. "Mommy" he cried, with arms wide, and a toothy smile. Ryoma turned his head towards the tiny patter and greeted his son who was now wrapping his arms around him. Stomping happily as he cried to be carried.
"Ryoki? You're still up?"
Keigo watched his partner carry their son. Walking towards him, he wrapped his arms around them. "It's so great to finally have you back"
"Did something happen?" he asked curiously after he placed a kiss on his husband's lips.
"Ryoki insisted on waiting for you and threw a tantrum. I swear that he loves you more than me"
Ryoma smugly smirk towards his husband, "Well, of course, he's my son"
Keigo ignored his smug wife and placed his arms around his waist while leaning his head to his shoulder, earning an annoyed wife and son in turn. Ryoki, who was stuck in between, had placed his tiny hand on his father's cheeks and pushed him away while attempting to kick his father's stomach.
"Go'way. Mommy. mine."
Ryoma can't help but laugh at the defeated look of his husband.
0o0o0
Ryoma was already twenty-nine years old when he got to hold his first son in his arms after giving birth. Staring at the picture in his hand, he clenched his phone as he thought how he should speak to his children. After a few breaths, he decided to dial on his phone and call his husband.
"Hello?" It was his eight years old daughter who answered. "Mommy?"
"Hi Keiko, It's me."
The girl on the line remained silent, as she listened to her mother speak.
"Mom. Are you coming back tomorrow?" she asked directly to her mother. Ryoma remained silent, unable to respond back. He heard his daughter sigh on the other end and heard the noise shuffle around. "Dad, Its Mom."
Even before Ryoma could give her his response, the phone was already handed to her husband.
"Hi Honey, How are you?" he asked smiling over the phone. His smile turned into worry when he heard his breath and sounded so sad. "It's okay, everything will be fine."
Ryoma frowned from his words. "I know" he wondered. He was about to speak again when he heard someone call his name.
"Looks like you've been called already. It's okay. We'll just do a video call tomorrow when you have time, okay?"
It was then though, after he dropped the call, the door of his office opened wide.
"Daddy, where's Mommy?" his three-year-old son asked, as he glomped his father to his chair. Keigo patted the little boy's head and smiled sadly. "Sorry bud, Mommy was called back."
Ryoki had pouted his lips upon hearing that the call already ended. But he tried to hold it in as he smiled widely to his father, "It's okay. Mommy will be home soon."
0o0o0
Ryoki, who is currently six years old, had started to realize that his Mother is rarely at home during their birthdays. At first, he tried his best to understand, and he loves it most when his mother is playing tennis. But as years went by, he couldn't help but miss him a lot. However, despite the pleading for him to come home, he was only able to go back at least once a year. He started to hate tennis, for making his mother choose the sport rather than his family.
Looking at the picture of his family, he glared at the image of His Mother. It was almost his birthday, and he was starting to garner bad emotions towards his Mother, knowing that he won't be there for his birthday again. Years had passed, and he only got a video call during his or his sister's birthdays.
Picking up his soccer ball from the ground, he decided to go and play with their family dog.
Keigo was in his office when he heard his son laugh in the garden. He turned his attention to the little boy who was being glomped by a giant dog. Placing his paperback to his table and standing up, he heard his phone ring from his pocket. Thinking that it might be from the main office, he decided to ignore it knowing they will be sending an email regarding their concern. He stood close to the window and watched his Son being scolded by her sister for disturbing her tennis practice.
There was another ring on his phone again and it kept repeating on loop, realizing who it might be. He picked up his phone and was then greeted by his wife's voice.
"What took you so long to answer, Monkey king?"
"Sorry, I thought it was from the office. Anyways, did you finally arrive?"
"Yup, just landed and left the airport. As we agreed, don't tell them anything to them yet. I'll stay at my parent's house until the day after tomorrow."
"Got it. Keep safe. Tell me when you arrive."
After ending the call with his wife, he was surprised to find his dirty son opened the door of his office.
"Daddy, who's that?" he asked curiously.
Keigo smiled and beckoned for his son to come closer. Wiping the dirt off his face, he claimed that he just spoke to the little boy's mother. Ryoki had perked up, as he asked hoping if he would be coming home for his seventh birthday, however, he started to pout after hearing that he won't be coming today as well, and they will do the usual video call.
"Whatever" the young boy muttered. Kicking the soccer ball softly as he walked out of the office.
Keigo could only wish that his son would forgive him from lying.
0o0o0
Tomorrow was his birthday when he got a long phone call from his great-granddad, despite being very old, the old man can still talk for hours. Bidding goodbye to the old man and promising to meet him later this afternoon. He headed straight to the living room, where he could hear his sister and father argue about something. Curious, he decided to watch them.
"Like I said. This one is much better than that one. Casual clothing with this red shirt suits him better."
"Ahn? I am your father so the final decision will be mine, thus it will be the gold suit."
Annoyed, the twelve-year-old girl crossed her arms across her chest and stood tall. "Ahn? Just because you're my father, doesn't mean you can make these decisions, since you suck."
"You Obnoxious little girl. Who do you think you are talking to?"
With a grin, Keiko responded with a 'Monkey King'. Keigo could feel his brow twitch as his daughter had called him by that name. "I demand you not to call me that. Do you understand, young lady?"
"Sorry, but no. I'll only stop if you will let me choose the colors for his clothes."
"Seriously, you may have my face. But you're the exact copy of your Mother when it comes to your behavior."
Keiko smirked in success, as her father had agreed with her decision for the clothing. Humming to herself, she started to write down notes to her notebook.
Ryoki, who had witnessed what just happened, sweatdropped and turned his heel, as he slowly made his way back to the living room. Leaving his father and sister stuck on another argument.
0o0o0
Hours had passed as he watched cartoon shows on the television that he saw his father left in a hurry. He was about to ask where he was going, but the older man had already left. Curious about what just happened, he stood up and went to the kitchen, only to find his sister cooking their lunch.
"Big Sis, where is Daddy going?"
Keiko turned her head towards her brother and raised her shoulders. "Dunno. He said that he has a meeting with someone and it would be bad if he'll be late. Might be Grandmother I guess, since tomorrow is your birthday."
"But they already arrived yesterday with great-granddad, and anyway what's that?"
"Then, I don't know." She then turned off the stove and placed the burnt hotdogs on a plate. "Wanna eat?"
Her brother could only stare at the meal she burned and frowned. "What's that?"
"Duh, it's hotdogs, of course."
"But why is it black?"
"It's a special hotdog," Keiko responded proudly with a smile, trying to hide the fact that she knows what she did to their breakfast.
"You eat it first"
His sister continued to smile though as she watched her little brother staring at her curiously. She slowly placed the burnt food at the table and took off the apron. Turning around, she picked up the phone and dialed a Chinese restaurant for delivery.
"Big sis, aren't you gonna eat the hotdogs?"
0o0o0
It was already a minute past midnight when Keiko had opened her little brother's door. She was surprised to find her Baby brother awake though, lying on his bed, tossing a soccer ball.
"Damn and I thought I can surprise you."
"Daddy already told me about today." he then stood up from his bed and got out of his room. "The usual video call with Mommy right? Since he can't come home again as always."
Keiko smiled sadly at her brother and patted his back. "Yup, I used to hate it too you know. Him not coming to any of our birthdays. But it's fine, I like it better when Mom's playing tennis."
"Whatever, It's clear that Mommy loves tennis more than us. Don't care." Ryoki rolled his eyes, as he went towards his Father's room. He was about to enter the room, but his sister had pushed him aside and entered before him. "Mom, Ryoki is sulking." She called out, as she leaned closer to the laptop with their Mother on the other line.
"Where's Daddy?" Ryoki asked as he sat in front of the laptop. They were still in a voice call though, when they heard their mother respond.
"Hi, bud. How are you?"
"Can't even bother to do a video call?"
"See Mom, I told you he's sulking."
"Hn"
"Sorry Ryoki, I really wanted to come for your birthday. But."
"It's fine. Don't care." the seven-year-old pouted, as he glared at the profile picture of his Mother. It was a picture of their family on a beach. "Not like you come home for any of our birthdays anyway. You can just stay there forever."
"Ryoki, you're being mean to Mom."
The little boy remained silent, letting his sister scold him for being rude to their Mother. Their mother cleared his throat to earn their attention. "Anyways, I had something delivered for you. Your Dad just went out to bring it in."
It was then that their father came in with a box in his hand. Keigo smiled and placed the box on his son's lap and placed a kiss on his head. The boy opened the box and found a letter inside with some stuff that he has been wanting to have. Picking up the piece of paper, he opened it and read the contents. Without a thought, the little boy stood up, making the box fall off from his lap, and ran outside the room.
Keiko, who was confused about what just happened, decided to follow her little brother.
Once they were out of the room. Keigo turned off the chat and followed his children.
By their front door, Keigo can see his son standing still and his daughter, running towards her mother. Ryoma had wrapped an arm around her and kissed the top of her head. After they had let each other go. Ryoma watched his son glared at him as he tried to hide his uneasiness. However, he was left surprised when the child had suddenly wrapped his arms around his waist, and pressed his little face to his stomach.
Ryoma smiled and carried his son in his arms, patting his back. He promised not to leave again. The little boy smiled and nodded his head.
0o0o0
It was already morning when the seven-year-old boy had refused to leave his Mother's side. Despite being called a Mama's boy and being teased about it by his sister, he didn't care. Every time they are looking for Ryoki, he would always be by Ryoma's side. He even followed him to the toilet and Ryoki wouldn't even allow him to leave.
They had already arrived at the mansion to celebrate the youngest's seventh birthday. Being greeted left and right by their visitors. He let out a smile and thanks every time someone congratulated him for his birthday.
"Such a Mama's Boy" A blond-haired girl commented, as she watched her cousin sitting close to his mother.
Ryoki just continued to stare at her, as he munched on his food from his plate. Not really caring at how he was called.
"Speak, you idiot. Can't believe that Uncle would allow you to act like a child."
"Well first off, I'm still a child, I just turned 7. Second, I don't really care."
Ryoma only remained silent though, as he ate his meal and watched the two children argue in front of him, or more like watching the little girl scold her cousin.
"Chibisuke, where's Ryoki?"
Ryoma heard his brother ask, as he pointed a finger beside him. Ryoga had sweatdropped as he watched the mother and son eat a piece off their plate together in sync.
"Are you trying to create a mini version of you?"
His Brother had only rolled his eyes, as he continued to eat from his plate.
"Daddy, listen to this. Ryoki doesn't want to play with me." his daughter complained while tugging on his shirt. Ryoga patted his Daughter's head.
"Now, now, It's Ryoki's birthday today. Ryoki just missed his Mom a lot, right?"
In response, the little boy just remained silent, while watching the father and daughter.
"Seriously, it looks like I'm talking to a Mini Ryoma." Ryoga laughed as he ruffled the little boy's hair, placing his gift beside him and carried him for a tight hug. "You look exactly like your mother when he was little except for your mixed color eyes, also he was more bubbly and a troublemaker than you. Happy Birthday, Ryoki."
The lad thanked him, as he tried to push himself off from his Uncle. Reaching out to his mother, who just watched them and ignored his please to be helped.
"But seriously Ryoki your Seven now."
"Don't care." he then kicked his Uncle's stomach with his knees and ran back towards his Mother. Sticking out a tongue to the older man who was now holding on his stomach.
"Ryoki, there you are." Ryoga's eldest called out. He passed by his Father who was still holding his stomach in pain. He ignored his Father and handed his gift to the little boy. "Happy Birthday Ryoki." Allen smiled, patting the little boy's head as the boy responded with a 'thank you'.
Some of Ryoma and Keigo's friends and old schoolmates had come and greeted the little boy with gifts. Smiling happily as he took them one by one, and handed them to his mother to help him open. His Great Grandpa and Grandparents also came to their table and showered him with kisses. They also tried to pull the little boy off his mother, but the lad just refused to let go.
0o0o0
It was already past eight in the night when some of their guests had already left. Ryoki who was tired from the party had fallen asleep on his Mother's lap.
"I never thought that Ryoki would be like this after seeing him sulk for years." Keigo sighed as he tried to pick up the little boy. But his son had squirmed and frowned as he held tight on his Mother's shirt. "And He really doesn't want to let you go at all."
Ryoma chuckled and patted his son on his head. Standing up from his chair, he gave a peck to his husband and decided to sleep early. Keigo had soon followed them after making sure all the guests had left. Leaving the clean up to the maids, he decided to retreat back to his old room.
He was about to head to his old room. When his butler had called his attention and pointed to a sleeping Keiko on a couch. Walking towards his daughter, he tried to shake her awake but she remained asleep. Sighing, he picked her up and carried her to their room.
Once he arrived, his wife was already asleep with the little boy still sleeping by his side. Placing the little girl beside her brother. He took out a phone and took a picture of his family.
"You're finally here," Ryoma called out, opening one of his eyes as he sat up.
"Still awake?"
He nodded in response. Standing up from the bed, he walked towards the older man and wrapped an arm around him. Placing his lips over his, as they shared one of their passionate kisses. Once they had let go, Ryoma leaned his head to his shoulder, earning a pat from his husband.
"Are you sure about retiring?
Ryoma remained silent for a bit and smiled as he nodded his head. "Yup."
"Mommy?" Ryoki called out, earning the attention of his parents. Ryoma immediately sat beside him, and it didn't take a minute for the little boy to shuffle and place his head to his lap.
"I love you, Mommy," he mumbled sleepily as he clutched on his pants.
Keigo let out a sigh, "I am hoping he wasn't having withdrawal symptoms when you weren't around. Ryoki missed you a lot, to the point he started hating you. He also avoided playing tennis, and gets depressed every night I put him to bed."
Ryoma smiled softly towards the little boy as he patted his tiny back "There's no need to worry about that anymore though. I won't be leaving anymore." he responded back and placed his son in a more comfortable position. Turning his attention back to Keigo, he ordered for the said man to sleep, since they will be spending a day out with their family the next day. Keigo agreed and changed into his sleeping clothes. He sat down beside his daughter, and planted kisses to his childrens' head, giving another kiss to Ryoma, he lied down and bid them 'Goodnight'.
Done. Just want to point out that I would like to believe Ryoma would be the type that will have trouble talking with his children whenever they have a misunderstanding, and Keigo would usually be the one who tried to sort things out whenever it happens.
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-B27