Sensational Sins

Chapter Two: Wrath Part I

Bedroom

11H

After giving Riku a bath and playing dress-up pirates, I made breakfast. It's Saturday so Riku and I have the day off. However, for Yuki, his hours are unpredictable. Right now he's in his office typing away. Riku was going to spend the morning with me but found his father's typing more relaxing.

I turn to my back and look up at the ceiling. I had to come up with five more lyrics; I already got two done—three more to go.

After Yuki's and my crisis ended, I decided to start up on my band, Bad Luck. After his suicide attempt, my memories flooded my conscious and I remembered Hiroshi Nakano, my first middle school friend after that incident, when I had no friends. We entered Battle of the Bands at our school and won. I was so happy. He was my friend until Amida found him…Hiro found out everything and rejected our friendship.

I remember it being painful. I never knew what happen to him after Amida committed his infamous suicide and tried to murder me.

I wish I can meet him again, to get the misunderstandings clear between us. If only I can meet him and talk to him…if only.

The door to the bedroom startles me when I hear someone come in. It's Yuki holding a sleeping Riku. I look at him with questioning eyes.

"Fell asleep listening to me type. I don't know why the hell it's comforting, but to this little bug it is." He walks Riku over to bed and lays him down beside me. Riku grunts and turns over, his face like that of an angel.

"He looks like his Papa…." I whispered, Yuki lifts his head up and gazes at me with a weird look. I chuckle slightly. "I know what you look like when you're asleep. Riku looks exactly like you…y'know with his dirty blond hair and content expression."

Yuki sits down on the bed and sighs, I know what he's thinking. Thinking about Yuki Kitazawa. I crawl from up behind, careful not to disturb Riku. Yuki twitches as I hug his gently.

"I know you loved him dearly...and still do. I don't want you to be in pain. How can I make it better?" I kiss the side of his neck. I rests his hands on my loving ones and mumbles, "I don't know…"

I know his words are honest so I don't press the issue on him. I kinda let the 'ocean waves settle down'.

I nudge my head on his neck. We stay like this for ten minutes until we hear a Riku waking up.

"Mama, Papa?" I let go of Yuki and smile at him. Riku rubs his eyes, "Mama why're you hugging Papa? Is Papa sad?"

"Well, Papa isn't feeling too well…so I gave him a hug."

"Like what Papa does to Mama at night?"

My face completely blooms red. "Uhm…" I try to find that words, "Not exactly, it's a normal hug, like the hugs I give you."

"Oh…" Riku gets on his knees and crawls towards Yuki, "Papa…."

Yuki turns his head and torso towards Riku. Riku takes one of his hands and kisses it, "Pain, pain go away, come back another day."

Yuki stares at Riku in a weird way. He lowers his head, "Thanks Riku…" he pats his son's head and ruffles it. Riku laughs at his father's child's play.

"Papa! Papa!" He shrieks with laughter.

Yuki smiles.

I stare at with him awe. It still gets to me seeing Yuki smile at Riku. I remember the first couple months that we took the little kid home….

"I don't fucking care if that is a child! He's a fucking nuisance in our lives!" The beer can in Yuki's hand started to crumble up.

"Yuki please, he's only four!" I rest my hands on Yuki's hand but he just shrugs me off violently.

"Don't you fucking touch me!" I fell off balance and onto the floor, Yuki looked down upon me. His eyes were guilt-ridden.

Yuki was about to outreach to me but a little voice shrieked, "Mama!"

Riku Kitazawa ran out of the living room hallway and towards me. He hugs my neck with tears strolling down his chubby cheeks. "Don't hurt my Mama!"

I sat up, Riku in my arms. "Yuki, please…understand that he needs us."

"If you love the little shit so bad, take care of him yourself!" Yuki throws the beer can to the wall and walks out the living room and out the door to take a walk.

Riku burrows his head in my chest and I hear little sniffles. This little guy heard everything Yuki said. I embrace the little kid.

"Hush, hush…Yuki doesn't mean what he says. He's going through some tough times, he loves you." I stood up with Riku and cradled him back and forth. Soon his sniffles ceased and he fell asleep.

All he wanted was for his Papa to say he loved him.

Now his Papa says he loves him all the time. Yuki stands up with Riku in his arms.

"Where're you going?"

"I'm going to make lunch,"

The word "lunch" brightens Riku's face. "Yeah, Papa's cooking!" Yuki smiles again at Riku's enthusiasm with his cooking.

"Hey now!" I said playfully, "My cooking ain't half bad!"

Yuki chuckles as he leaves with Riku towards the kitchen to cook lunch. I mean Yuki is really good when it comes to cooking…he's good at about everything.

I blush. Thinking about such a thing at a time like this…

I get up off the bed after a few minutes and walk into the kitchen. I stop in my tracks. What I see is the most adorable image in the world:

Yuki and Riku are in aprons, Riku's on the counter helping his Papa help with what looks like omelets. I didn't say anything, but watched at as father and son cooked together.

Yuki looks happy. I can't believe that just two years ago he was at rock bottom. Yuki has accomplish a lot, it's not easy taking in a child whose father rapped him…a man he trusted, a man he murdered.

Riku is busy beating the eggs, milk, and salt when he notices me. "Mama!" Yuki looks over towards me; a hint of blush rides over his face.

"Mama!" I walk over to Riku and kiss his forehead. "Papa's teaching me to cook! I'm gonna be a great one when I grow up like Papa!"

I chuckle softly, "Like father, like son…"

Yuki grunts, he hates it when I say that. I guess it's because he doesn't want his son to turn out like he did.

"Sounds good. I dunno what I would do if I didn't have you two handsome cooks to cook for me!"

Yuki rolls his eyes.

"Papa, the eggs are mixed!"

Yuki had buttered the pan and chopped vegetables while Riku was mixing the eggs—he doesn't like it when Riku holds sharp objects. "Alright Riku, let's pour some of the mix into the pan and make sure it's even in the pan." Yuki helped Riku position himself in front of the stove so he doesn't hurt himself. He and Riku pour the mix together into the pan.

Fifteen minutes later, the omelets were made and the three of us are sitting at the dinning room table eating.

"…so we got this new kid coming in to fill in Noriko's spot in Bad Luck." I finished cutting Riku's omelets in four pieces, "They didn't mention his name, only that he's a great guitarist and young." I finish slicing the omelet for Riku and he drives right into it.

Yuki takes a small portion in his mouth and swallows, "They didn't tell you his name? That's weird."

"Yeah I know, but if he's good as K and Tohma say he is, then I ain't complaining." I take a bite out of my omelet. "Wow! Papa and Riku, this omelet is very delicious!" Riku giggles at my compliment.

"Thanks Mama!"

I was going to pat Riku's head but the doorbell rang. "I'll get it." I scoot myself from the table and stride to the door. I open up the door.

"Hel—" I stop. This man….with that same 'ol guitar strapped to his back.

"Hey Shu...how's it goin'?"

Hiroshi Nakano.

"H-Hiro…." I'm speechless. I don't know what to feel. Should I feel angry? Sad? Depressed? What? "What…are you doing here…?" my face must be priceless right now…

"I'm you're new bandmate. I'm the replacement for Noriko." His face is full of bereavement. I wonder if he knew what happened two years ago?

"How did you find—"

"Mama! Mama!" Riku runs to the door. "Papa wants to know what's taking so long?"

He clings to the back of me and peers over at the man. "Mama, who's this man?"

Hiroshi stares at the child then at me, "Mama? Shuichi who is this—"

"I think you should leave." A deep voice from behind me sends shivers behind my back; Yuki is now standing behind me his facial features tightening with aggression. "We don't need this shit coming into our lives, especially Shuichi's." his voice is cold and harsh.

Hiroshi's face turns from shocked to angry, "Don't tell me that…"

I sigh deeply. "A lot has happened in the last five years Hiro. I eloped with Yuki and we had a child. This is my family."

Hiro's eyes widen in complete awe, "Are you fucking serious? How can you marry a fucking killer?" He looks down at Riku, "And even bringing an innocent child in this!"

Riku's hold tightens on me, "Mama, the man is scaring me…" he begins sniffling, "He's saying bad-bad words, Mama. Make him stop!"

Yuki gently pushes pass Riku and I and stands face-to-face with Hiro. "How dare you come knocking on my door, disturb my wife, and say such crude words in front of my child!" His golden eyes pierce through Hiro's—fear is apparent in his eyes. "Don't ever come here and harass my family!" he pushes Hiro slightly and leads Riku and I back in the house. He slams the door in Hiro's face.

Riku's crying. He doesn't like to see his Papa so angry. I pick him up and cradle him in my arms, "Shhh…hush little baby, don't you cry, Mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird but if that mocking bird don't sing, than Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring…"

Riku's sniffling settles down. I can tell by looking that Yuki is frustrated by the situation. Mainly at Riku witnesses his father's wrath.

Yuki walks up to Riku and I, "Hey Riku…" he whispered. Riku, looks at him. "I'm sorry you had to see Papa do that…"

"That man was a big fat meanie. I'm mad at him, not you Papa."

Yuki smiles in relief, "That's good to know. Well, shall we go eat our omelets?"

"Okay…" I walk Riku to the table and we begin eating again.

After a minute, Riku stops eating, "Mama,"

I shift my head, "Yes?"

"What did that man mean when he said you 'married a murderer'?"

I immediately look across at Yuki, he has dropped his fork and gone pale. "That man was talking nonsense, sweetie. Just ignore him, ok?"

Riku nods his head but instantly took worry in his father's appearance, "Papa, are you alright?" Yuki, wipes his mouth with the napkin. "Please excuse me." He walks away from the table and I know he's going to lock himself up in his office.

Right now, Yuki feels incredibly guilty. Guilty for killing Riku's biological father.

Riku turns his head to me, "Is Papa going to be okay?" His eyes are replete with worry. I smile at him, "Papa's going to be fine. He just needs some space."

"Is it something I said?" he asks.

I shake my head, "No, he's just remembering some painful memories…"

"Of what?"

"A friend…"

Riku looks at his dish, "Where's his friend?"

I think for a moment before answering, "With an angel." Even though I know that Yuki Kitazawa is paying in Hell for forcing that crude and vicious act upon Yuki but I don't want Riku to ever discover the truth about his Papa's past. He doesn't need to know that his Papa killed his real father.