A/N: This is the next chapter. This fic won't be too long. Lemons in the next chapter just so you guys know. No huge warnings and nothing incestuous except maybe some kissing and there won't be unless I get some requests for it then I will add another chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own.

The man sat with a blank scroll in front of him debating what he wanted to write to his son. He had thought he could hide his feelings better than he did. He was a ninja he should have been able to and it seems that no one else knew just his son. It shouldn't have surprised him this was his son after all someone who knew him better than anyone else. He thought over the past couple of scroll they had exchanged. It hadn't exactly shocked him when he was called out on his feelings, it was more like he was ashamed. He had loved his wife more than anything and she passed away 15 years ago and now for the past couple of years he's found himself falling in love with someone else and not only that another man.

He wasn't stupid he had been curious growing up but he had only ever loved her and it's not like gay couples were discouraged or unheard of after all with how teams were set up it was bound to happen. No he just worried about what his son would say. After his last scroll though he had taken three days to think over everything and now he was just torn. On one hand he loved his son and wanted nothing more to see him happy with everything but he knew his wouldn't accept him bowing out, in fact he could almost bet his son had already decided to put his feelings aside and bowed out of claiming the one he loved. On the other hand He loved the same person and he was so very lonely and if he had the chance he knew he should take it.

If he was happy his son would be unhappy and if he was unhappy he knew his son still wouldn't do it for fear of making his father hurt even worse so he was at an impasse. There was one way it could work but he was very hesitant to even suggest it. He actually imagined it to see what kind of feelings he might have weather it repulsed him or otherwise and while in theory he may have been against his own idea, when he imagines it the three of them together he can't help the tightening in his stomach. So he pushes the images aside and grabs a pen to start writing back to his son.

Son,

I have thought very hard over what you have said and you are right it's long past time that I find a little bit of happiness while I have the chance. However I don't think I should do that at the cost of my own child's happiness. So there is a compromise I have thought on and while it may not sound great at first I must ask you to stop and think it through before you reply with a resounding no. The three of us together could work if you and he were to agree on it. I will speak with you more on the matter with you when you get home. Just remember to think about it and I love you never forget that.

Love Dad.

He called up a summon and sent it on its way. It was almost dusk so he figured the team would be stopping to make camp if not now than very soon and he was anxiously awaiting his son's reply.

As he was finishing setting up his tent a summon appeared behind him. He stopped to take the scroll and thank the summon. He eyed the scroll with some trepidation and decided to leave it till after he ate. The rest of his teammates finished up with their chores gathering fire wood, water and cooking their evening meal then they sat and ate quietly all lost in their own thoughts for the moment. When they were finished the other three chatted about the mission, how it went and how happy they were that they were almost home. He picked up the scroll and took a deep breath expecting to have to argue with his father some more before the man would relent to his reasoning. What he read however was a bit unexpected.

His teammates watched him curiously while he wasn't paying attention to him. They watched as emotions passed quickly over his face. Sadness, determination, surprise and curiosity before he close his eyes for a minute. His mouth dropped open, his breath hitched and his eyes flew open in astonishment. They watched him burn the scroll down to ash before he got this mischievous look on his face and pulled out a blank scroll and wrote down a quick reply. He call his summon to take it. After it was gone he sat in front of the fire with his eyes closed humming happily under his breath.

He was surprised that he didn't find the idea disgusting in fact it was very appealing and it gave him hope that both he and his father could get what they wanted. The only problem he could see was him turning them down or him only wanting his father it was enough to dampen his excitement a little but he wouldn't think of that yet he'd let whatever was going to happen, happen and at least they could say they tried.

The man received his son's answer only a couple hours after he had sent his scroll and he was nervous about what was written there. He opened the scroll slowly and stared at the answer before laughing. It contained one word.

Yes.