Sai cursed. His head was a little dizzy while suffering from the aftereffects of alcohol. He whispered a soft thanks to Seiji for the ice pack. It was for Hikaru. Tenderly, Sai picked up the towel that was on Hikaru's forehead and placed the icepack on. Hikaru flinched a little, because of the coldness, and went back to sleep once more. Seiji picked up the warm coffee, which Kyoko had brewed, on the table and handed it to Sai. Sai shook his head, saying that the hangover was enough.

"Drink," Seiji commanded, with a firm edge. It was only then, Sai smiled weakly and nodded. Sai stared at Hikaru's sleeping face with the cup of coffee in his hands. He ran the warm coffee down his throat, and felt much better. Sai then placed the empty coffee cup on the bedside desk and caressed Hikaru's cheek gently. Hikaru's fever had subsided after the fourth round of switching ice packs and icy towels. At that time, Sai felt relieved yet much pain and anger enveloped his forlorn heart.

"If anything… Anything happens to Chibi-chan… I will probably go hysterical…" Sai whispered, while clutching Hikaru's little palm. His eyes held distress and agony. Seiji gave Sai a reassuring pat on the back.

"It's all over now, was it not?" Seiji comforted. As a good friend, Seiji thought that Sai was real dense. If only Sai realized, how much Hikaru meant in his heart…

Hikaru stirred a little, and slowly, he opened his eyes to see his father staring back at him. Quickly, Sai removed the icepack from his forehead. Hikaru was delighted to see his father. With a yelped, he sat up with Sai's help, and climbed onto Sai's lap with Seiji's help.

Little Hikaru snuggled into his father's chest and smelled the all too familiar scent of the strawberry shampoo that his father used. His little arms grabbed his father's huge palm tightly as he stared at his father's hands. It was the first time he had seen his father's hand in a closer view.

His father's hand was different from Kyoko's hands. Kyoko's hand was smooth but his father's hands were calloused at the fingertips. It was the hand of a Go Player, the hand of the Go Saint, but most of all, it was the hand of his father's hand. His father. His dearest, loveliest and silliest father.

"Papa," Hikaru called, while clutching his father's hand tightly. "Hn-m?" Sai gave the child a soft, questioning look, while smiling ever-so-gently. Hikaru, his precious treasure was back with him, again. This was his utopia. Just his and no one else.

"Papa… No leave Karu-chan, okay? Karu-chan scared papa won't back again!" Hikaru cried, little droplets of tears were rolling down from his eyes. Yesterday was a nightmare, a nightmare that the little child could not comprehend. It was like, without his father beside him, he just felt like someone was looking at him. Cold eyes were staring at him as he slept in bed.

Sai ruffled Hikaru's head, with Seiji going out of the room with the basin in his hands, leaving the father and son alone. Sai picked the child up and carried him up high. He smile was shining so brightly, like those of the sun's. Sai gave a little twirl, with Hikaru laughing and crying at the same time. Exhausted, Sai fell backwards onto the soft, huge mattress, with little Hikaru on top of him.

Looking at each other, both father and son chuckled. Hikaru, wrapping himself beside his father like a koala bear, he slept. Peacefully. Sai smiled, and lulled the child to sleep. Minutes later, Sai fell asleep. Seiji and Kyoko saw the blissful moment and smiled.

With a grin, Kyoko pulled out her camera-cell phone and took a picture of them, muttering something about putting the mysterious side of the Go prodigy into the magazine. Seiji rolled his eyes at the woman and they both retreated back to the living room.

"Ahhh!" Kyoko cried, while stretching her arms as she sat on the couch. She picked up a pillow, as Hikaru called it, and started to snuggle onto the pillow. Seiji glanced at his watch, and turned his head to the sky.

"It's going to be dawn," he muttered, nonchalantly. Kyoko just smiled as she browsed through the documents on the coffee table. She then tossed the folder to Seiji and just smirked knowingly. Noticing the evil smirk on Kyoko's face, Seiji sighed.

"What?" He snapped. Kyoko started to laugh softly, but it grew louder and louder as she 'BWHAHAHAHAA!'ed. Seiji shuddered, she was growing more and more like a witch. An evil witch at that.

Smiling darkly, she placed a thousand yen note on the coffee table.

"I bet a thousand that Sai wouldn't give lovely, gentle, cute Hikaru-chan to Shindou!" Seiji stood up from the couch, and headed for the apron hanging by the door. He pushed up his spectacles turned back and smiled.

"I wouldn't want to bet, because I think that the answer is clear." Seiji just laughed it off, softly nonetheless. Kyoko just pouted, thinking that she nearly had a new source of income.

Inside the room, both Hikaru and Sai were having a sweet dream, a dream about one another. The sun was rising high and tall, the rays were shining into their room, it was the start of a brand new day.

A/N:

Should I end it here? O.o Or should I make an Epilogue? Your choice!
When I end this story, I am going to start a new one. (This story doesn't have much of Akira. bows apologetically Even though a lot of readers e-mailed me to put in Akira. shudders)

The new story is… hm. Of orphanage, daddy-long legs and whatsoever. xD I love the Go Saint (Sai)! Muahaha! I am also –regrettably, a fangirl. xP