Author's Notes
I know I said I was going to throw this fic into the fanfiction abyss, but after doing 'Priceless' (shameless self-promotion), I just couldn't let this go. Besides, I think that I might actually have a plot to this one. ^_^ By the way, I haven't given up on 'Back To The Middle'. It's in the revision process right now!
Disclaimer: Digimon Adventure 01 and 02 aren't in any way, shape, or form owned by yours truly. That honor belongs to big Japanese and American corporations that don't like to share .
WARNING: If you are a Miyako/Hikari fan, please don't kill me for what I did!!!!!! *^^*
SORRY ABOUT THE FORMATTING AGAIN BUT FFN WON'T LET ME FIX IT ^_~
"dialogue" /thoughts/
Small Wonder 2/? by Dream-chan Rating:R (language and implied sexual situations) Editor:not for this chapter ^_~ Email: dream_chan@hotmail.com
Go Mouse Go
Four Years Later.......
Even though he was suffering from a severe case of jet-lag from catching the red eye from Los Angeles, he knew that he wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world right now. Standing in the doorway of his son's room, Motomiya Daisuke just watched as the child slept, smiling at the snores and the way he turned to evade the sunlight peeking through the blinds. Walking over to the twin bed he purchased after Andoru had proclaimed he was a 'big boy', Daisuke looked down at his son, and marveled at the miracle that he helped create.
/Shutterbug, I wish you could be here to see him.../ he thought fondly, thinking of his friend that sacrificed her life to bring their child into the world.
Running gentle fingers through his son's soft maroon spikes, Daisuke smiled wistfully, glancing at the picture that stood in the center of the small dresser near the bed.
Yagami Hikari.
His Shutterbug.
Daisuke could still remember that night he went to the freshmen mixer being held on campus, hoping that he would encounter something slightly alcoholic. Standing against the wall, he watched as people streamed in the door indulging in his favorite hobby: people watching. He was getting kind of disappointed with the caliber of women and men figuring out a long time ago that his preference was very 'diverse'. He was about to leave until he spotted a girl that literally shone from the inside out. Daisuke, being a person that appreciated anything beautiful, introduced himself in hopes of getting a prospective girlfriend. Instead, he ended up gaining a friendship that would change his life.
As the years went by, they grew closer telling each other their deepest fears and wildest dreams. Sitting in dorm rooms, they imagined how their lives would be. Hikari would be the internationally acclaimed photographer, with celebrities and heads of states begging her to immortalize them on film. Daisuke combining his two obessions, decided it would be great to serve people dishes that not only looked fantastic, but tasted as good as it looked.
Yeah, those were the days.
Hearing a small yawn, the young father snapped out of his thoughts, turning his attention to the small form underneath the Megami Kouhosei comforter. Seeing that the child was still a little ways from getting up, he went back in time once more.
The only time Daisuke was nervous about his friendship with Hikari was when his sexuality was revealed...by her walking in on him. Well after the whole embarassing situation was over he tracked Hikari down and asked her if she had a problem with his lifestyle. Giving him that understanding smile of hers, she merely gave him a hug and told him that it would be nice he put a sign on his door when he was 'occupied' and that was the end of that. Of course they went on to graduate, both of them pursuing their long- held dreams. Within a short span of time, it seemed that they had all they wanted. Hikari was now a noted photojournalist for one of the premier magazines in the world, while Daisuke was creating a buzz with his restaurant in Tokyo. As the years past by they had drifted apart a bit, but then came that mini-reunion five years ago.
It had been one of those snobbish affairs, where anyone who is anyone in society is expected to socialize with everyone else. Of course, Daisuke felt that this was a waste of time and was going to rip a new one for Takeru who had just become his agent, when he quickly changed his mind as he saw his close friend Yagami Hikari enter the ballroom. That night had been fabolous good food and good wine...maybe a little too good.
So when he woke up the next morning, he was surprised to see that he was in a hotel room, completely naked and feeling as if he had eaten a bag of cotton balls while banging his head against a concrete wall.
Who knew that the night before would lead to so much tragedy as well as unmeasurable joy?
He remembered when he had told his family about his son and how his parents gushed that they could finally brag about being grandparents. All his sister did was glare at him saying they would begin bugging her about 'finding a nice young man to settle down with.' When he heard that, he just laughed and told her to get cracking, which earned him a swift smack upside the head. The visit with the Yagamis was indeed a lackluster affair given the circumstances, but they accepted Hikari's wishes that Andoru be raised by his natural father and made it a point to form a relationship between both father and son.
As for telling his close friends, it wasn't really a problem. His producer Ichijouji Ken just made the comment of now having the option of doing kid recipies, while his then assistant turned nanny Sora gushed about how adorable he was and concluded that he got all his looks from his mother.
Of course Takeru was there the night he brought him home.
Hmm...Takeru.
It had been about two years after graduation and Daisuke had been feeling restless one evening so he decided to work off some tension and go dancing, and maybe so some other things. Arriving at the club he made his way immediately to the dance floor, intent on having a good time.
And what a good time he had that night...and the night after that...and the night after that....
Derailing that train of thought fast, he glanced once again at the still figure on the bed, spotting the small blue and white stuffed dragon that Takeru had brought him the next day. Shaking his head, he looked at the dragon and could see the stitching of Andoru's initials on the front paw, forever bonding child and playmate.
/Takeru could be so sentimental when he wanted to.../ came the unbidden thought, bringing repressed memories of his long gone relationship with the aggravating blonde.
"Daddy?"
Swiveling his head, he was met with a sight that always made him smile. "Hey Munchkin." he replied, watching as his son wiped sleep from his eyes. Seeing that his son was about to close his eyes again, he shook his head and whipped the comforter off the bed.
"I'm happy you home." he said, grabbing onto his dad shirt and squeezing tight. He had missed him so much.
"C'mon, we have to get up and get you ready for your big day. Don't you remember?" he asked the boy, concerned about the small frown that appeared on his lightly tanned face.
"Uh-huh, but Chibi doesn't want me to go." his son sadly replied, pushing the plushie towards his father so he could see for himself.
"Why not?"
"Cause he'll be lonely all day with only Sora to play with." he pouted, letting it be known that he was not happy with leaving his best friend with his overprotective nanny all day.
"How about I take Chibi to work with me? That way, he won't be so lonely." his dad offered, hoping that would be enough to satisfy the boy.
"Really?"
"Really. Now hurry up! If you don't, I'll let Chibi eat all your pancakes..." he threatened playfully, getting the desired reaction of his son running out the room at the speed of a bullet train.
Hearing his son bang on his nanny's door, he made his way to the kitchen, intent on making a nutritous breakfast for this momentous occasion.
Ten minutes later, a mini whirlwind breezed into the kitchen only stopping to attach itself to Daisuke's leg.
Putting the last finishing touches on their morning meal, he asked "You ready to eat?"
"I'm hungry!" he exclaimed, making the older man wonder why he was so hyper and if it had anything to do with that secret stash of Chocolate Pocky he had hid from him before he left for the States.
Placing both plates on the table, both father and son sat down and were about to attack the food in front of them, when they were loudly distracted.
"Good Morning!"
"Take!" screamed the small whirlwind, sliding across the hardwood floors of the living room to launch himself in the person's arms.
"Hello yourself, Peanut." the blonde man grunted, affectionally ruffling the child's head. Picking him up, he carried the excited child back to the table, so he could eat his food. Placing him in front of a plate of cut up pancakes, and after looking at Daisuke just shook his head at the way Andoru attacked the pile of syrup-covered breakfast.
Like father like son.
Being very familiar with the Motomiya kitchen, he walked over to the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee before returning and sitting down with the small family. After taking his first sip of caffiene for the day, Takeru was ready to be sociable. "Today's the big day, huh?" he asked the small eating machine, wondering briefly if the boy took breathe between bites.
"Yep, and Daddy said if I'm good, then he is going to take me to Disneyland Tokyo this weekend." he announced happily, not catching the raised eyebrow that Takeru threw in his father's direction.
"Is that so?"
Licking the maple syrup off his fork, he nodded happily."Mmm hmm."
Trying not to show his anger at the older version sitting beside him, Takeru turned and asked in a saccharine-sweet tone. "And when were you planning on telling me this?"
Mimicing the same actions as his son, Daisuke put that charming smile in place and replied, "I just did."
"No, I believe your son did the job for you." came the muttered reply, his fist clenching around the coffee mug in his hand. Kami, why did he have to have Motomiya Daisuke as a client?
/Maybe because you never got over him?/ his conscience teased, making Takeru scowl at the taunt.
Wondering at his agent's reaction, Daisuke just picked up his fork and stuffed more pancake in his mouth. "It got done, didn't it? Anyways, what the big deal?" came the garbled reply, Takeru cringing at the sight of seeing half-chewed breakfast.
Ignoring the rude manners of the red-head he continued, "Did you forget that you had promised a certain friend of ours that you would make an appearance at a fundraiser this weekend?" Takeru asked pointedly, already knowing the answer to his question.
"What are you-" Daisuke began to answer, until his memory decided to remind him a little to late of the prior engagement with acclaimed fashion designer Tachikawa Mimi. Damn Miyako! She was supposed to remind him of things like that! That's what she was paid to do as his personal assistant. He should have known that she didn't do anything but chat online all day. Well Daisuke, being the person that he is summed up the situation and Miyako's competence all in one word...forgetting about the presence of certain people.
"Shit!"
"Daddy, what's 'shit'?" came the innocent question, cinnamon eyes looking curiously at his father for the answer. Looking at Takeru, he silently pleaded for assistance. Seeing the smirk on the his face let him know that none was coming from that quarter.
Assholes.
Turning his full attention to Andoru, he gave the universal answer that all parents have used to get out of sticky situations like this.
"I'll tell you when you're older."
Of course, the persistant boy had the universal response. "Can I say it?"
"No." was the direct answer, the flustered dad using his parental veto power.
Using those imploring puppy dog eyes he mastered since birth, he turned it up full blast.
"Why?"
"Cause Mickey Mouse doesn't like little boys who says that word." he lied effortlessy, hoping that the mouse had more influence over his son than he did.
With a shrug of his shoulders, the little boy accepted this answer without question. "Okay."
And with that another mini-crisis was avoided.
"Smooth Motomiya." came the sly comment, earning the smirking blonde a strong pinch on his cheek.
"It's what I do best, and I know that you came over here for some breakfast, but keep this up and I'm going to start charging you." Dai replied, snatching the still half-full mug of coffee from the disgruntled man.
"Just take it out of my check." he said blithely, snatching the mug back.
"Don't tempt me."
Takeru would have said something else, until their little verbal sparring match was politely interrupted.
"Daisuke-san?"
"Yes, Sora-san?" he asked, looking at the sleepy-eyed woman as she sat down at the breakfast table. Accepting the steaming cup pushed in front of her, she smiled gratefully and asked her employer, "I just wanted to know if there was anything that you might need from me while Ru-chan was in school."
"Not really. Seeing how I got in very early this morning, I wasn't able to tell you that I'll be picking up Andoru from school this afternoon, so don't worry about dinner or anything. I got it covered."
With the prospect of a child-free day, Sora gave her boss a generous smile. "Very well." Seeing that Andoru was now playing in the leftover syrup on his plate, Sora just shook her head and lifted the child up to get him ready for school amid the giggles and squeals coming from guilty party.
Watching his son disappear from sight he asked the remaining person in the room,"So, are you coming over dinner later?"
"Nope, have a date." came the nonclant reply, Takeru draining his cup in the process.
"With who?"
"Someone that you don't know. Jealous?"
"Never that. Will I ever meet them?"
"Probably not"
"Too bad. We could have swapped stories about you-"
"Daisuke." came the clear warning, the redhead ignoring it completely.
"Just joking Take! My my my. Seems like someone forgot their sense of humor." Daisuke teased, seeing the angry flush come across Takeru's face.
"Well I have to get going. Now remember that you have the luncheon with the Agriculture secretary." he reminded, reinforcing it with a pointed glance which clearly said that he better remember or their were going to be serious consequences.
"Yeah yeah...I heard you the first time. I'll be there." he sighed heavily, rolling his eyes for the full effect.
"You better."
"Hey Take, don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Doesn't leave much to now, does it?" came the snide retort, instantly dissolving Dai's good mood.
"Bitch."
"Always, and watch the language around Peanut, Dai. Ja ne." the closing door becoming witness to some of the rude gestures Daisuke was directing to the departing blonde.
Scowling in irritation, Daisuke cleared up the rest of the breakfast and sauntered down the hall, hoping that there wasn't a small lake on the bathroom floor by the time he arrived.
Twenty minutes later found father and son standing outside a playground teeming with other kids screaming their heads off.
Already feeling a headache coming on from the raucous noise around him, he smiled up at the enthralled boy hanging on to his hair for dear life. Looking around, he finally spotted the teacher and introduced himself and his son. After the exchange of normal parent/teacher information, Daisuke raised his arms, pried off the strong grip his son had on his head and carefully lifted him off his shouders.
Trying to appear cheerful for his son's sake, he asked "Are you ready to make some new friends?"
"Yep! Bye Dad and take care of Chibi!" and the next thing Daisuke knew, Andoru had begun playing in a football game, laughing his head off.
Seeing the anxious look on the father's face, the teacher inwardly smiled, knowing exactly how he felt, seeing how she went through this every year. "He will be fine Motomiya-san. If anything does happen we will contact you immediately."
Looking at his son kicking the football just like his Uncle Taichi taught him, Daisuke turns to the older woman, slightly embarrassed at having his feeling read so quickly. "I know."
"Of course you do. Ja ne Motomiya-san."
"Ja."
Walking out the school gates, he turned to take one last look at his son and smiled, knowing that Andoru had a guardian angel watching over him. Walking towards his car, he began going through the mental checklist for the day hoping that he wouldn't get teased for carrying a blue plushie all day.
tbc....
Dammit! I am not happy with this chapter, but I don't know else to do! I think working on multiple fics at the same time is a real pain in the ass. Also writing in third person is harder than I thought, so starting next chapter it will be done in first-person. Any objections, questions, comments, and/or concerns? Then just click on that handy-dandy button below or use the email listed above!
ja ne minna
dream-chan
I know I said I was going to throw this fic into the fanfiction abyss, but after doing 'Priceless' (shameless self-promotion), I just couldn't let this go. Besides, I think that I might actually have a plot to this one. ^_^ By the way, I haven't given up on 'Back To The Middle'. It's in the revision process right now!
Disclaimer: Digimon Adventure 01 and 02 aren't in any way, shape, or form owned by yours truly. That honor belongs to big Japanese and American corporations that don't like to share .
WARNING: If you are a Miyako/Hikari fan, please don't kill me for what I did!!!!!! *^^*
SORRY ABOUT THE FORMATTING AGAIN BUT FFN WON'T LET ME FIX IT ^_~
"dialogue" /thoughts/
Small Wonder 2/? by Dream-chan Rating:R (language and implied sexual situations) Editor:not for this chapter ^_~ Email: dream_chan@hotmail.com
Go Mouse Go
Four Years Later.......
Even though he was suffering from a severe case of jet-lag from catching the red eye from Los Angeles, he knew that he wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world right now. Standing in the doorway of his son's room, Motomiya Daisuke just watched as the child slept, smiling at the snores and the way he turned to evade the sunlight peeking through the blinds. Walking over to the twin bed he purchased after Andoru had proclaimed he was a 'big boy', Daisuke looked down at his son, and marveled at the miracle that he helped create.
/Shutterbug, I wish you could be here to see him.../ he thought fondly, thinking of his friend that sacrificed her life to bring their child into the world.
Running gentle fingers through his son's soft maroon spikes, Daisuke smiled wistfully, glancing at the picture that stood in the center of the small dresser near the bed.
Yagami Hikari.
His Shutterbug.
Daisuke could still remember that night he went to the freshmen mixer being held on campus, hoping that he would encounter something slightly alcoholic. Standing against the wall, he watched as people streamed in the door indulging in his favorite hobby: people watching. He was getting kind of disappointed with the caliber of women and men figuring out a long time ago that his preference was very 'diverse'. He was about to leave until he spotted a girl that literally shone from the inside out. Daisuke, being a person that appreciated anything beautiful, introduced himself in hopes of getting a prospective girlfriend. Instead, he ended up gaining a friendship that would change his life.
As the years went by, they grew closer telling each other their deepest fears and wildest dreams. Sitting in dorm rooms, they imagined how their lives would be. Hikari would be the internationally acclaimed photographer, with celebrities and heads of states begging her to immortalize them on film. Daisuke combining his two obessions, decided it would be great to serve people dishes that not only looked fantastic, but tasted as good as it looked.
Yeah, those were the days.
Hearing a small yawn, the young father snapped out of his thoughts, turning his attention to the small form underneath the Megami Kouhosei comforter. Seeing that the child was still a little ways from getting up, he went back in time once more.
The only time Daisuke was nervous about his friendship with Hikari was when his sexuality was revealed...by her walking in on him. Well after the whole embarassing situation was over he tracked Hikari down and asked her if she had a problem with his lifestyle. Giving him that understanding smile of hers, she merely gave him a hug and told him that it would be nice he put a sign on his door when he was 'occupied' and that was the end of that. Of course they went on to graduate, both of them pursuing their long- held dreams. Within a short span of time, it seemed that they had all they wanted. Hikari was now a noted photojournalist for one of the premier magazines in the world, while Daisuke was creating a buzz with his restaurant in Tokyo. As the years past by they had drifted apart a bit, but then came that mini-reunion five years ago.
It had been one of those snobbish affairs, where anyone who is anyone in society is expected to socialize with everyone else. Of course, Daisuke felt that this was a waste of time and was going to rip a new one for Takeru who had just become his agent, when he quickly changed his mind as he saw his close friend Yagami Hikari enter the ballroom. That night had been fabolous good food and good wine...maybe a little too good.
So when he woke up the next morning, he was surprised to see that he was in a hotel room, completely naked and feeling as if he had eaten a bag of cotton balls while banging his head against a concrete wall.
Who knew that the night before would lead to so much tragedy as well as unmeasurable joy?
He remembered when he had told his family about his son and how his parents gushed that they could finally brag about being grandparents. All his sister did was glare at him saying they would begin bugging her about 'finding a nice young man to settle down with.' When he heard that, he just laughed and told her to get cracking, which earned him a swift smack upside the head. The visit with the Yagamis was indeed a lackluster affair given the circumstances, but they accepted Hikari's wishes that Andoru be raised by his natural father and made it a point to form a relationship between both father and son.
As for telling his close friends, it wasn't really a problem. His producer Ichijouji Ken just made the comment of now having the option of doing kid recipies, while his then assistant turned nanny Sora gushed about how adorable he was and concluded that he got all his looks from his mother.
Of course Takeru was there the night he brought him home.
Hmm...Takeru.
It had been about two years after graduation and Daisuke had been feeling restless one evening so he decided to work off some tension and go dancing, and maybe so some other things. Arriving at the club he made his way immediately to the dance floor, intent on having a good time.
And what a good time he had that night...and the night after that...and the night after that....
Derailing that train of thought fast, he glanced once again at the still figure on the bed, spotting the small blue and white stuffed dragon that Takeru had brought him the next day. Shaking his head, he looked at the dragon and could see the stitching of Andoru's initials on the front paw, forever bonding child and playmate.
/Takeru could be so sentimental when he wanted to.../ came the unbidden thought, bringing repressed memories of his long gone relationship with the aggravating blonde.
"Daddy?"
Swiveling his head, he was met with a sight that always made him smile. "Hey Munchkin." he replied, watching as his son wiped sleep from his eyes. Seeing that his son was about to close his eyes again, he shook his head and whipped the comforter off the bed.
"I'm happy you home." he said, grabbing onto his dad shirt and squeezing tight. He had missed him so much.
"C'mon, we have to get up and get you ready for your big day. Don't you remember?" he asked the boy, concerned about the small frown that appeared on his lightly tanned face.
"Uh-huh, but Chibi doesn't want me to go." his son sadly replied, pushing the plushie towards his father so he could see for himself.
"Why not?"
"Cause he'll be lonely all day with only Sora to play with." he pouted, letting it be known that he was not happy with leaving his best friend with his overprotective nanny all day.
"How about I take Chibi to work with me? That way, he won't be so lonely." his dad offered, hoping that would be enough to satisfy the boy.
"Really?"
"Really. Now hurry up! If you don't, I'll let Chibi eat all your pancakes..." he threatened playfully, getting the desired reaction of his son running out the room at the speed of a bullet train.
Hearing his son bang on his nanny's door, he made his way to the kitchen, intent on making a nutritous breakfast for this momentous occasion.
Ten minutes later, a mini whirlwind breezed into the kitchen only stopping to attach itself to Daisuke's leg.
Putting the last finishing touches on their morning meal, he asked "You ready to eat?"
"I'm hungry!" he exclaimed, making the older man wonder why he was so hyper and if it had anything to do with that secret stash of Chocolate Pocky he had hid from him before he left for the States.
Placing both plates on the table, both father and son sat down and were about to attack the food in front of them, when they were loudly distracted.
"Good Morning!"
"Take!" screamed the small whirlwind, sliding across the hardwood floors of the living room to launch himself in the person's arms.
"Hello yourself, Peanut." the blonde man grunted, affectionally ruffling the child's head. Picking him up, he carried the excited child back to the table, so he could eat his food. Placing him in front of a plate of cut up pancakes, and after looking at Daisuke just shook his head at the way Andoru attacked the pile of syrup-covered breakfast.
Like father like son.
Being very familiar with the Motomiya kitchen, he walked over to the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee before returning and sitting down with the small family. After taking his first sip of caffiene for the day, Takeru was ready to be sociable. "Today's the big day, huh?" he asked the small eating machine, wondering briefly if the boy took breathe between bites.
"Yep, and Daddy said if I'm good, then he is going to take me to Disneyland Tokyo this weekend." he announced happily, not catching the raised eyebrow that Takeru threw in his father's direction.
"Is that so?"
Licking the maple syrup off his fork, he nodded happily."Mmm hmm."
Trying not to show his anger at the older version sitting beside him, Takeru turned and asked in a saccharine-sweet tone. "And when were you planning on telling me this?"
Mimicing the same actions as his son, Daisuke put that charming smile in place and replied, "I just did."
"No, I believe your son did the job for you." came the muttered reply, his fist clenching around the coffee mug in his hand. Kami, why did he have to have Motomiya Daisuke as a client?
/Maybe because you never got over him?/ his conscience teased, making Takeru scowl at the taunt.
Wondering at his agent's reaction, Daisuke just picked up his fork and stuffed more pancake in his mouth. "It got done, didn't it? Anyways, what the big deal?" came the garbled reply, Takeru cringing at the sight of seeing half-chewed breakfast.
Ignoring the rude manners of the red-head he continued, "Did you forget that you had promised a certain friend of ours that you would make an appearance at a fundraiser this weekend?" Takeru asked pointedly, already knowing the answer to his question.
"What are you-" Daisuke began to answer, until his memory decided to remind him a little to late of the prior engagement with acclaimed fashion designer Tachikawa Mimi. Damn Miyako! She was supposed to remind him of things like that! That's what she was paid to do as his personal assistant. He should have known that she didn't do anything but chat online all day. Well Daisuke, being the person that he is summed up the situation and Miyako's competence all in one word...forgetting about the presence of certain people.
"Shit!"
"Daddy, what's 'shit'?" came the innocent question, cinnamon eyes looking curiously at his father for the answer. Looking at Takeru, he silently pleaded for assistance. Seeing the smirk on the his face let him know that none was coming from that quarter.
Assholes.
Turning his full attention to Andoru, he gave the universal answer that all parents have used to get out of sticky situations like this.
"I'll tell you when you're older."
Of course, the persistant boy had the universal response. "Can I say it?"
"No." was the direct answer, the flustered dad using his parental veto power.
Using those imploring puppy dog eyes he mastered since birth, he turned it up full blast.
"Why?"
"Cause Mickey Mouse doesn't like little boys who says that word." he lied effortlessy, hoping that the mouse had more influence over his son than he did.
With a shrug of his shoulders, the little boy accepted this answer without question. "Okay."
And with that another mini-crisis was avoided.
"Smooth Motomiya." came the sly comment, earning the smirking blonde a strong pinch on his cheek.
"It's what I do best, and I know that you came over here for some breakfast, but keep this up and I'm going to start charging you." Dai replied, snatching the still half-full mug of coffee from the disgruntled man.
"Just take it out of my check." he said blithely, snatching the mug back.
"Don't tempt me."
Takeru would have said something else, until their little verbal sparring match was politely interrupted.
"Daisuke-san?"
"Yes, Sora-san?" he asked, looking at the sleepy-eyed woman as she sat down at the breakfast table. Accepting the steaming cup pushed in front of her, she smiled gratefully and asked her employer, "I just wanted to know if there was anything that you might need from me while Ru-chan was in school."
"Not really. Seeing how I got in very early this morning, I wasn't able to tell you that I'll be picking up Andoru from school this afternoon, so don't worry about dinner or anything. I got it covered."
With the prospect of a child-free day, Sora gave her boss a generous smile. "Very well." Seeing that Andoru was now playing in the leftover syrup on his plate, Sora just shook her head and lifted the child up to get him ready for school amid the giggles and squeals coming from guilty party.
Watching his son disappear from sight he asked the remaining person in the room,"So, are you coming over dinner later?"
"Nope, have a date." came the nonclant reply, Takeru draining his cup in the process.
"With who?"
"Someone that you don't know. Jealous?"
"Never that. Will I ever meet them?"
"Probably not"
"Too bad. We could have swapped stories about you-"
"Daisuke." came the clear warning, the redhead ignoring it completely.
"Just joking Take! My my my. Seems like someone forgot their sense of humor." Daisuke teased, seeing the angry flush come across Takeru's face.
"Well I have to get going. Now remember that you have the luncheon with the Agriculture secretary." he reminded, reinforcing it with a pointed glance which clearly said that he better remember or their were going to be serious consequences.
"Yeah yeah...I heard you the first time. I'll be there." he sighed heavily, rolling his eyes for the full effect.
"You better."
"Hey Take, don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Doesn't leave much to now, does it?" came the snide retort, instantly dissolving Dai's good mood.
"Bitch."
"Always, and watch the language around Peanut, Dai. Ja ne." the closing door becoming witness to some of the rude gestures Daisuke was directing to the departing blonde.
Scowling in irritation, Daisuke cleared up the rest of the breakfast and sauntered down the hall, hoping that there wasn't a small lake on the bathroom floor by the time he arrived.
Twenty minutes later found father and son standing outside a playground teeming with other kids screaming their heads off.
Already feeling a headache coming on from the raucous noise around him, he smiled up at the enthralled boy hanging on to his hair for dear life. Looking around, he finally spotted the teacher and introduced himself and his son. After the exchange of normal parent/teacher information, Daisuke raised his arms, pried off the strong grip his son had on his head and carefully lifted him off his shouders.
Trying to appear cheerful for his son's sake, he asked "Are you ready to make some new friends?"
"Yep! Bye Dad and take care of Chibi!" and the next thing Daisuke knew, Andoru had begun playing in a football game, laughing his head off.
Seeing the anxious look on the father's face, the teacher inwardly smiled, knowing exactly how he felt, seeing how she went through this every year. "He will be fine Motomiya-san. If anything does happen we will contact you immediately."
Looking at his son kicking the football just like his Uncle Taichi taught him, Daisuke turns to the older woman, slightly embarrassed at having his feeling read so quickly. "I know."
"Of course you do. Ja ne Motomiya-san."
"Ja."
Walking out the school gates, he turned to take one last look at his son and smiled, knowing that Andoru had a guardian angel watching over him. Walking towards his car, he began going through the mental checklist for the day hoping that he wouldn't get teased for carrying a blue plushie all day.
tbc....
Dammit! I am not happy with this chapter, but I don't know else to do! I think working on multiple fics at the same time is a real pain in the ass. Also writing in third person is harder than I thought, so starting next chapter it will be done in first-person. Any objections, questions, comments, and/or concerns? Then just click on that handy-dandy button below or use the email listed above!
ja ne minna
dream-chan
