A/n OH. MY GOD. THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE! I totally never expected this many people to like my story so much! Special thanks to PurpleScorpion and animelover4ever69 for the reviews! I have a paragraph at the bottom that is kind interesting but not very important to the story. Anyways thanks so much for coming back for the second chapter! I hope you like it!

Do you really think I own PoT? Come on, if I did I wouldn't be putting my writing up on a FAN fiction website.

"He really is a good kid," Ryoma nodded at Oishi's comment while watching Eiji, Momo and Roteki playing with chop-sticks, "May I ask where his mother is?" everyone shivered as Fuji's aura darkened.

"Haha, it's okay Fuji. To make a long story short is it was accidental and she will never show up again. Ever," Ryoma replied, unfazed by the question. Smiling as Roteki giggled at Kaido and Momo starting to argue, "He is a really good kid. I really don't know what I would do without him. This morning when I lost my shoe he was the one who found it in the dishwasher. I have no idea how it got there, but that's where it was," all three laughed imagining Ryoma running late one day and trying to put dishes away while putting on his shoes.

"You know according to the data I've written down, he has a high probability of going pro like you did. I can tell by his movements that you have taught him a lot already. He could go to Segaku and keep your family tradition," The group jumped as Inui popped up out of no-where with Tezuka in tow. Ryoma hadn't talked to his ex yet, but it wasn't awkward.

"No, he doesn't want to be a tennis player," confused looks came from every one of the prodigy's friends.

"That's right! I only play to have fun with Oyaji. I really wanna be an astronomer! Watching stars all day long sounds like the best job ever. Oyaji and I always look at the stars through a telescope after the dishes are done. I gave up my Legos so we could keep it in our apartment," Roteki jumped onto his father's back and kissed his cheek.

"You tired buddy? We took a long time shopping and you got up early today," Roteki vigorously shook his head.

"Yadda yadda yadda! I want to stay with uncles for longer!" the 'uncles' laughed at the father-son duo. Ryoma gave a thoughtful expression before smiling. He leaned over to Roteki's ear and whispered something in English. First Roteki seemed confused by his words then his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

"CAN WE REALLY! You usually don't let me,"

"Haha, yes and we have to go to grandma and grandpa's tomorrow for Ryoga's birthday. Bye sempai see you around," Ryoma replied walking over to the coat rack.

"YAY! Uncle Ryoga's matches are always the best! Okay we can go, BYE-BYE UNCLES!" Roteki waved grinning at his uncles, still clinging to his father's back like a koala bear. Once the door closed behind the pair silence reigned over the old tennis club members.

"WAAAAAA! Ochibi is all grown up and has his own ochibi!" Eiji wailed in Oishi's arm.

"I suspected something like that was bound to happen when he left for America. The probability of it being an accident and him cutting all ties to the mother is 100%," Inui pushed his glasses up higher onto his nose.

"It is still surprising that he became a father. I am worried about him, so young to have a child and raise it alone"

"Oishi I'm sure he will be alright. I mean he survived five years on his own," Takashi commented. Fuji was uncharacteristically quiet then Eiji had an epiphany.

"YOU KNEW! FUJI YOU KNEW AND YOU DIDN'T TELL US!"

"Why yes I knew, I found out when I went to his apartment a couple days ago. He asked me not to say anything so I agreed. OH! Look at the time, I have a meeting to get to, sorry," the tensai slipped out of the restaurant before any of the others could ask him more about his visit.

"Oyaji, I like my uncles, they are funny! And that one in the corner who didn't talk was the man who found me in the park a couple days ago! But I didn't want to say anything because he looked sort of sad, what do you think was wrong with him?" Roteki rambled as they were riding the bus back home.

"I don't know, maybe you can ask him next time you see him," Roteki nodded his head and yawned, "You can go to sleep baby, I'll wake you up when we get home so you can look at that okay?" the little boy nodded again and slumped onto his father's shoulder. There was an elderly lady on the bus who looked at the pair with a small smile on her face.

"You're boy is very well behaved, you must be a very great father," Ryoma looked up from his son's face and smiled.

"Yes, he is a very good boy. I don't believe I've ever had problems with him,"

"I'm sure his mother is proud too," such an innocent statement. Of course people asked Ryoma about Roteki's mother, but never had it really impacted him like that. It was like a back-hand across the face. Roteki would be curious about his mother soon. He would ask questions and want to know things. What would he think when he finds out his own father had to pay for his mother not to have an abortion? Oh, great! Another crap load of problems for me to deal with, Ryoma thought irritably.

"Yes mam, she is very proud of her little boy," what would it hurt to lie to somebody I will probably never meet again in my lifetime?

"Next stop Gaku Avenue! Gaku Avenue!"

"That's us, come on Roteki it's our stop," Ryoma shook his son; nothing. Not even a mumble or a grunt, the young father shook his head and slung the child onto his back and carried him up to his room and laid him down. When Roteki didn't relinquish his unconscious hold on his father, Ryoma slipped off their pants, lay by his son and they both fell asleep.

As the sun streamed through the windows Ryoma became aware of two things. One, he was not in his own bed, the little rockets on the sheets were a dead giveaway and two that his son was not by his side like he was last night. After a miniature heart-attack distinctive giggling was heard from the living room. After stumbling out of his son's room and walking toward the noise Ryoma found the cause of the laughter. Momo was laying on the floor, tennis ball stuffed in his mouth and hands tied behind his back. Roteki was standing over his captive with a scolding look and Eiji was trying not to laugh too loud lest the same fate befall him.

" . . . Um, what happened here?"

"OYAJI! Momo tried to wanted to talk to you but you needed to sleep so I made sure he couldn't wake you up!" Roteki grinned up at his father and Momo finally managed to dislodge the makeshift gag.

"Your child is crazy Echizen! I just wanted to ask if you want to play some tennis. It's me and Eiji-sempai's day off you up for it?"

"Um . . . Let me finish waking up first . . . Roteki did you have breakfast? I'm gonna make some French toast,"

"But you haven't let me look through the books yet! You promised!" Roteki whined.

"Go get them then Roteki, you can look at them while eating as long as you don't get syrup on the pictures." Roteki disappeared into the master bedroom while Momo and Eiji sent a confused look at Ryoma, "If you guys are hungry I can make some French toast for you as well."

"Has your cooking gotten any better than before? Because your cooking sucked in high school,"

"HEY! Oyaji's cooking is great! He always cooks and says that mommy loved his cooking when I was in her tummy," Roteki interjected as he wobbled into the room weighed down by two very heavy looking scrap books. Eiji ran over to help the little boy lug the books to the table and open the first one.

"NYAN! You kept these scrap-books Sakuno made you! I thought you would have gotten rid of them," Ryoma shook his head as he began cooking and the other three inhabitants of the kitchen looked through the old pictures of Segaku middle and high school.

"WOW! Oyaji that was so cool! I've never seen tennis like that, how come they never became professionals also? And what about the other uncles, why didn't they go pro?" Ryoma and Roteki were walking back from the park where they had played tennis with Momo and Eiji, it was getting close to dinner time and they both were very hungry.

"Well, Eiji has a doubles partner, Oishi, and Oishi wanted to be a baby doctor so Eiji decided to become a personal trainer. Fuji prefers to take pictures than be the one people take pictures of. Momo didn't like the pressure of tournaments and stuff; he prefers to play for fun, like you. Takeshi got to inherit his family sushi bar, Inui became a scientist and Kaido . . . I don't really know what Kaido does. I guess they all had something that they loved more," Ryoma explained, Roteki nodded and was silent for a while.

"Oyaji . . . What about the last uncle? Why don't you ever talk about him? Even at the party you didn't even look at him," Roteki looked up as his heard his father's humming grow quiet. They walked a while in silence till Ryoma finished gathering his thoughts.

"You know you are too smart for your own good sometimes . . . Tezuka . . . Tezuka and I . . . It's complicated. But he became a surgeon after school, because of an old shoulder and elbow injury his lover convinced him to just play for fun . . ."

"Oh, okay! Well I hope we can go play tennis with them again soon, uncle Momo and uncle Eiji are really funny! Haha,"

"Yeah Roteki, I hope we can do this again also,"

It had been over a month since the welcome back party and life was slowly beginning to fall back into a normal routine. Roteki, however, was still curious about his uncle Tezuka who was the only one who never visited. The little boy would ask questions about him but every time his father would freeze up and no matter how much begging Roteki couldn't get any answers. Until one Saturday Roteki stumbled upon more than he bargained for.

"Roteki I'm gonna go out with Fuji for a while, stay home and stay out of trouble, I'll be back soon I promise," Ryoma said leaning through the doorframe of his son's room.

"Okay oyaji, I'll probably just look through the scrapbooks again and then play next door. I love you oyaji," when Roteki heard the sound of the door clicking shut and the sound of the deadbolt sliding home he jumped up and ran into his father's room. After opening the closet he reached up to grab the old photo books, but in the process he knocked down a small box that spilled its contents on the floor.

As he bent down to retrieve the pictures that spilled, something caught his eye. It was just a normal picture, but it was the people in the picture that made him double-take. In it was his father holding hands with Tezuka as they were eating an ice cream cone. Tezuka had a smear of the frozen treat across his nose with a disgruntled look on his face and Ryoma was about to burst into laughter. Roteki's eyes widened as he dropped onto his knees the floor old scrap-books forgotten; he had just found something better.

"Hey Ryoma! How is Roteki?"the blue eyed photographer smiled as his favorite kohai walk over to their table at the small café.

"He's still at home, I just wanted to talk to you about . . . Tezuka and he doesn't need to know about that,"

Fuji opened his eyes, surprised that Ryoma wanted to talk about that. "I have been curious about what happened between you two Ryoma . . . After high school I know you moved in together and you both seemed really happy . . . Then one day you just were gone. No good-bye, nothing . . ."

Ryoma sighed; maybe he wasn't ready for this . . . maybe he hadn't healed from the hurt yet. No, he had to get this out; he couldn't let the past keep creeping up on him. He had to let it out or he would break, then who would take care of Roteki. This needed to be said. Ryoma needed something to help his wounds stop bleeding.

"Well, I guess we were happy it just . . . I don't know, something didn't seem right with him. He acted like he was guilty of something . . ." Fuji sat back in his chair, knowing this would be a long conversation.

Meanwhile Roteki sat on the carpet floor of his father's room staring at the twenty or some pictures, all of his oyaji and Tezuka. In some they were holding hands, others they were looking into each other's eyes and in very few they were kissing. Most surprising of all; they were all candid shots. In the box was also many ticket stubs for movies and theme parks. At the very bottom Roteki found what looked like a college assignment.

With shaking hands he slipped the paper out of its envelope and slowly read the contents, his eyes widening slowly until he finished reading the heartfelt words. He looked over at the stack of pictures he had organized from newest to oldest, and understood what his father meant by saying it was complicated.

Fuji stared, dumbfounded as Ryoma poured out his heart to the one person who he never used to trust, "But Fuji . . . I think I still love him,"

A/n DUN DUN DUN! What's gonna happen next? Stick around for the next chapter and you'll find out! And here is my blathering about how it was the write this rather irritaing chapter:

At the beginning of writing this chapter I had already typed up and revised the way that I wanted Tezuka and Ryoma's confrontation to be like. Then came the part where I had to bridge the first chapter to the fight. It was really slow going in the beginning and I began to kind of beat my head against a wall in frustration because I just couldn't get it right. I probably deleted more paragraphs than there are in this entire chapter. Finally I just stepped back and looked at the story I had going and thought to myself "IDIOT! I merely need someone to push him in the right direction until he snaps and something happens," Then came the questions of who would push him, how would they push him, would Roteki find out or would Ryoma have to explain later? The this idea popped into my head and I though I AM A GENIOUS! Kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. Haha so anyways this is what you end up with and I ended up completely deleting what I had already written because it made me want to punch something, the writing was terrible and I couldn't go anywhere with it. So some major shinanagins are going to go down in the next chapter and I might make it so that you want to cry but I don't know. All I am positive about is that it will be really sweet and so bring your tooth-brushes. And don't worry I will explain the college assignment later :)

To clarify I would like to say that when Ryoma whispered into Roteki's ear he was promising to look through the scrap-books. Also Fuji had taken the pictures in the box but Ryoma couldn't bring himself to throw them out so he hid them from Roteki.

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