Hello, it's certainly been some time! While I have no excuses, all I'll say is that this next moment has not only been a long time coming, but has actually been something I've had in mind for a few years - I've just been too unmotivated to write it out. Never fear, for here it is now, for all of you to read!

Enjoy!

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Side Moment: Fujimoto Shiro

If someone was to ask Father Fujimoto Shiro what his greatest joy in life was, he would happily and obnoxiously tell you all about his twin sons Rin and Yukio. If one was to ask Father Fujimoto Shiro what his greatest fear was, well...

It would also be his twin sons, Rin and Yukio. After all, if there was one thing Shiro knew for certain, knew deep in his bones...

It was that they would one day be the death of him.

"Okamura Rin, you get down from the damn roof this instant!" Shiro yelled out in both fear and aggravation, stood outside of the Southern Cross Monastery and face aimed towards one of the high steeples. A not-quite-scowl was gracing his features, while nervous sweat beaded around temples framed by short white hair, the aggravated tap tap tap-ing of a foot accompanying the shrill yell.

A small head of dark hair peeks over the rooftop, bright sapphire eyes full of mischief and childish joy, and not a little bit of stubbornness, looking down on the irate man. "But Daaaaaaaaad, I don' wanna! It's nice and warm up here!" The lilting voice of a young child cries out, Rin pouting at the fact that he had been found out so soon - and he had only just found a comfortable spot to take his nap, too!

Shiro, not swayed in the least, gives an irritated growl as he glares at his eldest. "Young man, you get down here right this instant, or I'm banning you from the kitchens for a month!" And then I'm finding out just how you got up there and doing what I have to do to make sure it doesn't happen again!

Up on the rooftop, Rin grumbles and pouts some more. Another small head of brunet hair pokes out from over the rooftop, nervous teal eyes framed by large plastic glasses peeking down to the ground. "Nii-san... I think we should go... Father looks really mad..."

"Geh, who cares! This is the ULTIMATE napping spot! You can go down if you want, Yuki, but I'm not leaving!" Rin mock-glares at his younger twin, before leaving the edge and shuffling back over to nap in the sunshine.

Shiro, meanwhile, merely grew more irate and concerned; during his frantic search for Rin, he hadn't realized that Yukio was missing as well, or that he would have been pulled along with whatever Rin had been doing. One of the other priests wanders up, a bemused expression on his face as he takes stock of today's current antics. "Boys giving you trouble again, Father Fujimoto?" A small chuckle accompanies the question; over the last 7 years since Shiro had adopted the twins, occurrences such as this had become commonplace.

"Damn, if I hadn't quit smoking... Tch." Shiro gnashes his teeth and stomps away as Yukio ducks back onto the roof towards his brother. Then again, if I hadn't, I woulda died from chain smoking by now. Peh. With that thought, the monastery's presiding Father marches inside the main prayer hall before climbing the stairs hidden off a side corridor leading to the residential section of the building. Shiro has a good idea just how the boys got up on the roof, if Yukio was with Rin. After all, while the elder child seemingly had the climbing abilities of a monkey, Yukio was frail; and once Shiro had them both down - safe, on the ground, away from falling, please God don't let either of them fall off the roof - he was definitely going to follow through on Rin's punishment.

Yes. If there was one thing that Fujimoto Shiro knew with all his heart, even hours later after scolding his boys for doing something so dangerous, it was that he would do anything for his adoptive sons.

Even risking his life to get them down from the damn roof.