FallenArchangelDD: Yeah, I thought I would throw in a little Mimi/Tai tease. Glad you liked it and who knows where they may go in this story.
Stained In Negativity: I have more of a different obsession now that I am trying control…at least that is the best, as I would like to explain my lateness, but it is all good. You are still doing a remarkable job in your story. I have not yet read the new updated section but I will do so at once.
onlyaname: What will Sora's parents think of Matt…you must be reading this story in my mind? Of course, there are going to be some concerns about Sora and Matt not only from her parents but Matt will start to think differently on relationships as well. However, you have to wait and read to see where I shall take this story. This is going to be a long story; I never thought it would be a lengthy story.
BanditPonyta: LOL! I love you! Thank you for your willingness to wait and I can assure you that you will not have to wait over a month for this story! I will do by best to do, at the very least, a weekly up date.
JyouraKoumi: I do not understand. Why couple contest?
Digi-Girl101: As always, thank you and I do really appreciate you sticking around to read.
Aki Midoshi: Wow, what a wonderful review. Thank you so much for your late night reads and I do hope you did not fall into any trouble sleeping during class. I will have to check up on your story. How can I not?
Inner Beauty: Thank you for your devotion to my story. I enjoy knowing that most of my reviews are from readers from the start.
Broken Angel01: Thank you broken angel. Tai is a master when it comes to confusion. He plays the part well; in fact, there are very little parts he cannot play. He is an amazing character. I am glad to see that your story is still going strong and more interesting with every chapter. I love how you make names for your creatures.
Cheers!
Matt leaned his head against the smooth, cool steel surface of the elevator door as he waited for his father. Relief that the end of the day had fallen upon them played in the boy's mind. All he wanted to do was switch on the television set and forget about everything. He thought about the day, the smile on his mother's face and with out his approval, he felt himself grinning and did his best to return to the poker face he portrayed so much. He focused his eyes on the back of Tk's head and glared. His brother blocked the elevator doors from shutting by standing at the entrance, letting the door slid shut and back open again as they waited for their father.
"You are very lucky that who ever invented elevators thought about imbeciles standing between the doors." Matt smirked as his brother looked over his shoulder.
"Stop being a jerk." Tk gave a frowned before looking back over the lobby for his father, who still had not returned from parking the car. Tk took a deep breath before turning his head to peer at his brother.
"What?" Matt asked his little brother. Tk only shook his head and turned back to the lobby.
"What?" Matt repeated his question more firmly. He knew his brother and he knew when a question would plague his brother's mind.
"What made you…?" Tk bit his bottom lip and turned his eyes down to his shoes. "What made you decide to visit her?"
"Don't know. I um…." Matt whispered giving his brother a false grin and a half shrug.
If he didn't show Ryoko to his mother, Tk would have been hurt and that played on Matt's mind since he found out he would be a father. He did not want the guilt of his brother's hope falling because he was just too bull-headed to forgive.
Then there was Hiroaki. Since the divorcé, Matt had became close to his father, they had this special bond that no one could come between, not even Tk. Matt had seen pain and the disappointment swarming in his father's dark eyes after the divorcé and he swore he would never be the cause of those feelings. If it meant that he would have to swallowing his pride, so be it.
Matt glanced down at the infant that nestled in his arms. Ryoko had ever reason to know his grandparents, his great-grand parents as well. Matt had no reason to take those special people from his life. Matt had many exciting memories he shared with his French grandparents and many warm and loving memories he developed and kept close from his Japanese grandmother. Ryoko deserved those special memories as well. Nancy, even if Matt hated to admit it, was a wonderful mother towards Tk and would be a loving grandparent towards Ryoko.
Matt felt the corner of his lips tilt upward as Ryoko crunched his face in a silent cry. Slowly Matt slid his finger across his son's soft cheek and Ryoko's little face relaxed back into a slumber. The huge part in his decision had to be his friend, Tai. Tai would remind him every minute how wrong it would had been not introducing Ryoko to Nancy. There was no way Matt could live a lifetime with Tai hounding him.
"Matt?" The golden hair boy glanced up at his brother, "Is that Akira?" Tk pointed towards a boy walking with two others.
"Yeah." Matt pushed himself away from the elevator's wall and called out to his band mates.
"Hey Matt!" Akira gave his two companions a nerve smile, a smile that Matt picked up right away.
"What's up?" Matt's eyes stayed in contact with his guitarist. In his mind, he was going over anything that could have happened to explain why this mates where currently standing in his domain. Akira might be grounded, not being able to practice and they needed it before the up coming concert. On the other hand…well with Akira anything could have happen so Matt braced himself for the worse.
"The ceiling, haven't you notice?" Akira grinned while the other two rolled their eyes.
"What's going on?" Matt dismissed Akira's reply and turned his attention to the band's drummer, the more practical one of the three.
"Well um…, you see." Takashi glanced around nervously. "Yutaka wanted to tell you something."
"I did?" The youngest of the band glanced at the other two.
"Yeah…" Takashi folded his arms.
"Hey is this Ryoko!" Yutaka moved into the elevator to look at the infant.
"Yeah and his is sleeping." Tk crossed his arms and stared at the keyboardist. "You might want to keep your voice in a low volume."
"What decayed up your ass?" Akira walked passed Tk, glancing down at the blonde.
"What are you guys doing here?" Matt slanted his eyes at his trio of friends. Something was definitely up.
"Told ya, Yutaka had something to ask you." Takashi repeated himself.
"Did not." Yutaka glanced at his older friend.
"Did too." Akira slapped the back of Yutaka's head. "Too much air in there, sometimes it needs deflated so the boy can think again. The space inside his mind is very limited and the amount of air that he absorbs builds until an unnatural pressure presses against the wall of the brain, causing the brain cells to…"
"What did I say about hitting me?" Yutaka punched Akira in the shoulder.
"Hey, now isn't the place." Takashi stepped between the two.
"If Yutaka had a question, he would have given me a call as he always had done so." Matt lifted up an eyebrow.
"Find, he doesn't have a question." Takashi bit the inside of his mouth.
"I forgot a book the last time I was here." Akira jumped in.
"You don't read." Matt reminded him.
"Which is why I didn't realise it was missing until now." Akira grinned.
"Boys." Hiroaki approached the small group. He didn't mind Matt's friends, in fact he enjoyed knowing that Matt had such wonderful friends but tonight he was secretly hoping for a night alone with his two son's and his grandson.
"Hey Mr. Ishida!" Akira gave the father his best smile. "How are you doing sir?"
"Good and how are you this evening?" Hiroaki stepped in the elevator. "And why are you here so late?"
"I forgot a book." Akira declared proudly. He, after all was able to think of an excuse while the other three tried to pass the reason onto another.
"You don't read. In fact, I never saw you carry a book since I have known you." Hiroaki stared down at the boy.
"I um…" Akira glanced at his friends for help, but there was no one offering. In fact, his friends, his very best of friends, seemed somewhat amused by his predicament. "It was a very small book."
"What was it about?" Hiroaki asked. "Perhaps there is a small chance I placed it among my book shelf."
"I don't know. I didn't have the chance to read it yet." Akira smiled again for his quick wit.
"You carry a book around which you have no idea what it is about? One usually would pick out a book to read because they have some kind of understanding on what the book is based on." Hiroaki frowned.
"I liked the way it looked." Akira cheeks started to ache as he tried to keep a smile on his face. Why did elevators take so long! He glanced up at the lighted numbers of floors. "Perhaps sir, you should think about taking up an apartment on the bottom floor, not much of a wait getting home."
"I like the view, what did the book look like?" Hiroaki was not but off by the change of subject.
"It was small." Akira blinked at the man. "And it had four corners, some pages in between and um…there were words but at this precise moment, I can not recall on remembering what the words stated. After all, as I had said before, I didn't get a chance to read it."
"You suck at lying." Matt shook his head in disgust.
"I'm not a liar!" Akira looked at Matt over his shoulder. "And there are far worse things to be then a liar that can't tell a proper lie!"
"That is because you suck at it." Matt told him.
"I could have come up with something better then that." Yutaka frowned at his friend.
"But you didn't, did you?" Akira asked. "No, you just stood there denying that you had any questions at all! Does your mind stop ticking at a certain time?"
"At least it ticks and I don't suffer from stupidness all day!" Yutaka shot back.
"Stupidness isn't even a word." Akira told the keyboardist.
"Why are you three here?" Hiroaki took in a heavy sigh. It was going to be a long night.
"We can't say sir." Yutaka muttered as he stepped out of the elevator doors.
"And why not?" Hiroaki asked, searching for the keys in his pocket as they walk towards the apartment door.
"We are afraid, sir." Yutaka took slower steps so he fell behind the small family.
"Of what?" Hiroaki placed the key into the door but turned his eyes to the troubled looking child.
"Of pain from torture, sir." Yutaka replied with all seriousness etching in his eyes.
"Tortured? By whom?" Hiroaki asked, pushing the door open.
"Surprise!" The room filled with cheerful voice.
Hiroaki glanced around his little apartment at the group of people who quickly swarmed around his older son.
"Them sir." Yutaka whispered. "We were 'fraid of being tortured by them."
Hiroaki nodded his head in sympathy.