Our Seasons.

Chapter 5: Four Years, Too Fast

Gojyo's Point Of View.

A/N: I flash forwarded four years so we can start getting into the main part of the story. This is where the fun for me, and for you begin!

Another bright morning, the sun shining in my eyes through the small window on the right side of our room. I opened my eyes slowly, but shut them tight again, it was a bit too bright. I moved my arm around to feel if Hakkai was next to me. He must have gotten up already. I sighed and rolled over and out of bed. I scratched my head and put on a pair of jeans and a white sleeveless shirt, I could tell it was going to be one of those hot spring days. The sounds of cicadas in the trees annoyed me. I opened the door to our bedroom and looked at the dining table, clean, and no smell of breakfast yet. I smelled soap and wet clothes outside. On my way to the door I grabbed my brush and idly brushed my hair though and walked outside.

" Gojyo, you're awake." Hakkai smiled, clipping a pink tank top up onto the laundry strings.

" Barely..." I muttered, walking over to Hakkai and kissing him on the cheek.

" Daddy!" A familiar voice rang, running over and practically tackling my leg. " Daddy taught me how to clean laundry this morning. It was fun. Hijo can't do it yet because he's too little, but I let him anyway and we ripped one of your shirts..." She said, her voice lowering as she dragged on her sentence.

" Emi! I told you not to let Hijo clean the shirts..." Hakkai sighed.

" I'm sorry." She said, grinding the bottom of her plastic sandals into the ground.

" It's okay Punkass." I grinned, running my hand through her hair.

" Hijo, you're soaking wet..." Hakkai sighed again, picking up the dripping boy out of the basin of soapy water. " Last time I ever let you clean clothes."

" Sorry." He whimpered on the verge of tears.

" It's okay." Hakkai smiled.

" Hijo! You're not supposed to cry! Boys don't cry!" Emi shouted. Hijo nodded at his older sister.

" It's okay Emi, boys can cry." I said, following Hakkai and Hijo into the house, Emi close behind.

" Nuh uh, they can't." She shook her head stubbornly.

" I've cried before, so has daddy and Sanzo and Goku." I said, pausing. " Well, not Sanzo."

" No way! You've cried before daddy?" She asked in shock.

" Of course I have." I nodded, sitting at the kitchen table.

" When?" She asked, a bit on attitude in her tone.

" We both cried when we found out we were in love with each other." Hakkai broke in, setting a now dry Hijo onto my lap.

" Really? Why would you cry about something like that?"

" I don't know! Stop asking questions." I said. " I have a headache now Emi, thanks."

" No problem." She grinned, running into the kitchen after Hakkai. " Are Sanzo and Goku and Hana coming over today? I wanna play with Hana."

I laughed. Hakkai looked at me. " Gojyo? What's so funny?"

" Nothing honey, just the fact those two actually had a kid too." I snickered.

" It's not that funny, Goku says Sanzo is having troubles getting used to Hana. The monks don't like her much either."

" How come? She's only, what, a year younger then Hijo." I asked.

" That means, obviously the title of Sanzo priest goes to her." Hakkai noted. I nodded.

" Hana Sanzo, that sounds funky." I laughed.

" It does." Emi added with a giggle.

" Here Emi, get your cereal." Hakkai said, handing a bowl to Emi.

" Why can't you do it?" She whined.

" Because you're a big girl and you can do it yourself."

" But daddy--"

" Don't argue Emi. I'll have to whoop you." I interrupted. Emi frowned, not wanting to get spanked, so she quietly poured her cereal.

" Gojyo, you want to get Hijo's cereal?"

" Yeah babe."

" How come you get Hijo's cereal!?" Emi yelled.

" Emi! Sit down and eat." I ordered sternly. She frowned again but did as she was told.

" You never answered my question. Are they coming over?" She asked, spooning cereal into her mouth as I sat back down and slid Hijo his cereal bowl.

" Thank you daddy." Hijo said.

" Don't get snippy Emi." Gojyo growled.

" Sorry." Emi sighed.

" I don't believe so, if I see them I'll tell Goku you wanted them to stop by." Hakkai smiled, handing me a plate of toaster-warmed waffles and sitting down next to me with nothing more then a mug of coffee. " I'm sure they'd be more then happy to."

" Is that all you're eating babe?" I asked, licking some syrup off my index finger.

" Nope." He said, taking my fork and sealing a piece of my waffle.

" Ha! Daddy kidnapped your waffle." Emi giggled.

" I took it, not kidnapped it." Hakkai responded.

" I know!" Emi shouted.

" God! Don't yell Emi! I have a headache..." I hissed. " Go play outside or something."

" Ah! Hijo, come play with me." Emi urged, shaking her little brother by the arm.

" But I don't wanna." He said, clinging to Hakkai's arm. " I wanna take a nap."

" You're such a baby Hijo!" Emi yelled again.

" Argh! Outside, Emi! Or go to your room." I said, rubbing my temples. " Whatever, just leave me alone." I whined. Emi huffed and stormed to her room.

" She might be getting spoiled Gojyo..." Hakkai sighed, sipping his coffee.

" No, really Hakkai?" I said sarcastically.

" Touchy, touchy. You want some medicine?" Hakkai asked, as if this happened all the time, which it did.

" Touchy, touchy." Hoji mimicked, smiling at Hakkai happily.

I sighed. " So maybe if Sanzo and Goku come over, that would calm Emi down."

" Calm Emi down." Hijo mimicked.

" Honey, stop it." Hakkai notied, patting Hijo on the back.

" Stop it." He said again.

" I'm serious." Hakkai said, the look on his face didn't prove it, but the tone of his voice had another story.

" Serious." Hijo giggled.

Next thing you knew, both of the kids were in their separate rooms, pouting about whatever. This was life now, this was ordinary.

A/N: Well, this story isn't doing as good as I had hoped...;; Oh well.