He's All Ours
By: Shin Sankai
Author's Notes: As I stated before, Yokozawa's parents are not showing up in this story, the man doesn't really give anything away (in the novels) as to what they are like so I don't really want to make them out to be the worst parents in the world (any more then what I've made them out to be already). Please enjoy the second to last chapter as this story is drawing to a close, but of course I wouldn't be me if I didn't torture poor Yokozawa just that little bit more with a bit of a surprise in the form of: his childhood idol. Enjoy!
Chapter Four:
A loud yawn echoed its way into the kitchen where Yokozawa was currently standing, looming over a frying pan as he was perfecting his omelette making skills.
"Morning," The salesman glanced behind him to see his lover with his arms above his head, stretching much like Sorata did, getting the kinks out of its body. The editor-in-chief glanced his eyes over to the wall clock within the kitchen to see it was 10:30. "Its pretty quiet, where is everyone?"
"Aomori, to make sure Shiori-chan didn't break her ankle."
"How long have you been up? You could have woken me."
"Just over an hour." He'd woken just after 9, naked and spent, flopped half over Kirishima's chest. There was a ridiculous smirk on the handsome man's face which made Yokozawa jerk away from him, hips protesting at his sudden movements as he stood to his feet. His eyes lingered on the stark naked body, cheeks heating up as he remembered their slick bodies moulding together as one and quickly he threw the blankets back over the unsuspecting man. Yokozawa placed on his black slacks and shirt, which he usually wore to bed but of course they'd quickly been removed during their heated antics and grabbed his toiletries, a set of clean clothes and headed for the bathroom. The salesman spent a good half an hour relaxing in the hot bath, before emerging to a relatively quiet household. He'd made his way into the living room, reading a note from Midori saying they were dropping Katsuhiko's parents back to their property and then she, Katsuhiko, Takahiro and Hiyo-chan were heading to their GP in Aomori to check on Shiori-chan's ankle. "I was coming to kick you out of bed." Yokozawa turned around, bringing the frying pan with him as he slid the perfectly fluffy omelette onto a plate which was on the preparation bench.
"So, what have you been cooking?" Steely blue orbs watched the man sniff the meal, almond eyes twinkling merrily up at him.
"What the hell does it look like?"
"Why darling, you've made me an omelette."
"Shut up!" Yokozawa fumed as he waved Kirishima off, turning around to make himself one since the other omelette had turned out pretty bloody good. The first time he had cooked anything for the man, one lazy Saturday morning, when they both didn't have to work and Hiyori was spending the weekend with her grandparents, he made omelette for his new lover. The man was so overjoyed that he was subjected to a long day of sex.
"Does this mean I can have my way with you aga-"
"Hell no, my hips are aching as it is!" He was so damn lucky the older businessman just let off a light chuckle and took his plate and the cutlery into the living room, not bothering to notice the flush on his cheeks.
"Takafumi, can I have a drink?"
"Get it yourself, I'm making my own damn breakfast." The salesman stiffened slightly when a warm body slid up behind him, lips at the back of his neck.
"Want a cup of coffee?" Kirishima murmured, not being able to help but smell his lover who was fresh from his bath and had a slight hint of his musky aftershave on.
"Mm, sure..." Yokozawa had to remember to keep an eye on his slowly cooking omelette so it didn't overcook, but when you had arms moving around your waist and lips trailing over your neck, it was bloody hard! "Go eat your damn breakfast before it gets cold, I'm not making anything else after this one."
"Tsk, spoil sport." Kirishima complained as he let his lover go, not before sliding a hand deliberately over Yokozawa's shapely backside and then made his way back into the living room with two cups of coffee. "Itadakimasu!" The editor-in-chief merrily chimed before digging in. "God I love your cooking Takafumi."
"You don't really have a choice if Hiyo-chan isn't there, considering you can't cook to save yourself." Yokozawa instantly replied as he entered the living room and sat on the other side of the table. "The omelette isn't going anywhere." The man was woofing it down like he hadn't eaten in days. "Slow down or you'll end up being sick."
"You'll look after me if I do, right?" Kirishima winked at his adorable lover before placing his plate to the side, the dish spotless as he took a gulp of coffee. "So, while the family is away, what should we do?"
"Definitely not what you are thinking." Yokozawa listened to the man chuckle as the editor-in-chief sat up on his knees leaning over the table, one hand capturing his chin as he pressed their lips together for a kiss.
"Relax Takafumi, I promised we'd go all out back in our home when Hiyo-chan is away."
"And what the hell was last night?" The salesman quipped, even though his head was reeling at the our home bit as Kirishima flicked on the television to capture a news channel. Of course he did have a key, but he'd never actually had the guts to use it. After all, what would the neighbours think? He knew Kirishima wouldn't give a shit about stuff like that, but Yokozawa was a bit more discreet or he tried to be. He wasn't stupid to think that perhaps some may be gossiping about them, not that any would come right out and ask, but lately the salesman had been looking around his scarce unlived in apartment, since he spent most of his days at the Kirishima's, that perhaps some serious thought about his living conditions was in order.
"Just a warm up."
Yokozawa snorted, knowing he was in deep trouble the next time Hiyo-chan was away. He tried to ignore the quickening of his heartbeat and the fluttering of butterflies within his stomach and instead rose from his seated position, taking their dirty dishes into the kitchen to wash them up.
"Thanks for breakfast."
"Mm," The salesman couldn't say much, words stuck in his throat at just how sickeningly sweet his older lover was as the man once again shuffled up behind him, arms looping around his body once more. Warm lips were ready to attack again, but stopped short of its final destination when a car horn went off. "Everyone must be back."
Outside, the car came to a stop, the engine turned off and then suddenly,
"Papa!" The two men eyed each other at the seemingly urgent way in which Hiyori had called out. "Papa, quick!" Kirishima broke his contact with Yokozawa and headed for the front door, calling out to his daughter as to what the problem was. "It was so exciting Papa, I just couldn't believe it at first. I think I stood for a full minute with my mouth wide open!"
"Easy Hiyo-chan, you look ready to explode, what's so exciting?" Kirishima was used to his genki daughter on a daily basis, but this was slightly different. She dragged him down the stairs and onto the dirt driveway.
"I met Kyoshiro-sama!"
"Who?" Almond eyes followed where his daughter was pointing when he took note of a black Mercedes as it came up the driveway, stopping about ten metres from where they were standing. The driver side door opened and a tall man, perhaps maybe an inch or two taller then himself stepped out.
"Its Sezawa Hiroki-san!" Kirishima tried ever so hard to recall the name. "He plays Kyoshiro-sama in the TV Drama I've been avidly watching!"
"Ah, I see..." Clearly the doting father had not kept up with his daughter and the few shows she was watching. He was more into books after all.
"Ah, Zen-san, I would like for you to meet the one and only Hiro-niichan!" As Hiyori beamed a welcoming giddy smile, it was Kirishima who did nothing but silently eye the man. Even if it were spring, the man was dressed all in black, boots, tight jeans, polo shirt and with a leather coat over the top. His jet black hair was tied back in a ponytail that was only shoulder length, while the rest accentuated his sculptured handsome face as he made his way around the car, after tossing his expensive black sunglasses onto the driver's seat in his car and slammed the door closed. Introductions, however, were halted when the slamming of the front screen door stole everyone's attention.
"What's with all the commotion?" Yokozawa had finished the dishes and since no one seemed to be coming inside, he thought he'd go check out what was going on. When his steely blue orbs focused on a pair of smoky grey ones, he felt his own widen.
"Damn Fumi-chan, you've gotten bigger!" Yokozawa felt his entire body freeze, a sound in the back of his throat burst from his lips when his idol from his childhood sauntered up the stairs and all but pulled him into an energetic hug, slapping him happily on the back. Yokozawa on the other hand was downright awkward as almond eyes were watching them, judging them. "My little Fumi-chan is all grown up."
"Quit touching me." Yokozawa pulled out of the embrace.
"What has happened to my Fumi-chan?"
"Since when was I ever yours you idiot."
"Man, you are so grumpy now, what the hell happened to your cuteness?"
"He still has it." All eyes turned to look over at narrowed almond.
"Ah, um," Yokozawa was beyond feeling awkward and could feel a headache coming on.
"Just what kind of relationship do the two of you have?" The salesman was bewildered at Kirishima's behaviour, ready to unleash hell on the man when suddenly arms wound around his chest and a chin dropped onto his left shoulder.
"Why, the best kind of course!"
"Cut it out Hiroki!"
Another car door opened and thankfully, in Yokozawa's case, attention was stolen by someone else exiting the black Mercedes. "Oi, old man, what the hell are we doing here? You promised us we were going on vacation!" A teenage boy in ripped jeans, a j-rock shirt and black boots slammed the passenger side door shut. His jet black hair was streaked with red colourant, both ears were pierced and he was supporting a couple of chunky silver rings on his thumbs and two black leather wrist bands on each arm. He moved to open the back door of the car and two more children jumped out. These two were much younger, around four years old.
"Mako-chan, don't make that face or you may turn out like him." Yokozawa furrowed his eyebrows as his cousin pointed to him as he made his way back down the stairs, walking right past Kirishima who was observing the man like a hawk.
"And don't call me that, I'm 14 and not a child."
"But Mako-chan is Mako-chan, don't you think so Taka-chan, Tomo-chan?" The four year olds looked up at the tall stunning man. They were dressed in matching overalls and sand shoes but with different coloured tops. The girl was wearing a white shirt with a black cat on it while the boy was wearing a white shirt with a lion on it. They were clearly twins. "Mako-niichan is Mako-niichan ne?" He received toothy grins from the twins as they nodded affirmatively while clinging cutely to their seemingly annoyed older brother who folded his arms over his chest.
"Shall we head inside? I'm sure there is much to catch up on." Katsuhiko offered as he walked over with Shiori-chan who was supporting herself on a pair of crutches. For the moment Yokozawa decided to ignore both his lover and his cousin as he made his way over to his niece.
"How are you feeling?" His eyes dropped to her strapped ankle.
"I'm alright, its not as bad as they first thought. Just a nasty strain, nothing broken that requires plastering or surgery."
"That is good to hear. Want me to help you?"
"No thanks, I'm on these for two weeks, so I need to get used to them before I go back to school. I don't want to look like an idiot." Yokozawa couldn't argue there. Everyone piled into the house, Midori placing Takahiro on the ground as she did some quick adjusting to the living room, dragging the coffee table over to the low table, considering they were the same height for extra room thanks to their cousin and his children "showing" up.
"I can't believe you Oniichan," Hiyori turned her pout to the shocked man as all eyes focused on him. "I've been watching the series, taping it so you can watch it with me and not once did you say that Sezawa-san was related to you!" The young girl whined.
"Err, he's not famous to me so I didn't think much of it is all." Yokozawa pathetically responded.
"You watch my shows Fumi-chan?" If it could of happened, the salesman would of seen sparkles glittering about the man.
"I'll make everyone a drink." Yokozawa remarked, beating a hasty retreat into the kitchen, not ready to face the scrutinising gaze of his lover and the mountain of questions that were sure to be rolling around in that head of his.
"Make me one of your famous chocolate milks Fumi-chan."
"I'm not your damn maid!" Yokozawa voiced in irritation.
"Would you kids like one too?" He was completely ignored by the actor. "Make that three, but can you do small ones for Taka-chan and Tomo-chan for me."
"You'll get what you're given."
"Oniichan let me help you." Hiyori rushed after the salesman, forgiving him already for not voicing the fact that her favourite character in the series, the God-like and super cool Kyoshiro-sama, was played by his cousin. The man observed her practically bouncing on the tips of her toes as she opened the fridge to get out the jug of iced tea.
"Get the milk Hiyo-chan, I'll make chocolate milk for the kids." The 12 year old did as asked.
"What about Sezawa-san, are you going to make one for him too?"
"He is a kid." The salesman felt his shoulders drop slightly when Hiyori giggled up a storm at his comment. He opened the pantry, knowing Midori kept a bottle of chocolate syrup and began to make the drinks, they literally taking less then minutes. He placed them on a tray and gave them silently to Hiyori to take back out into the living room.
"Here you go Sezawa-san."
"Why thank you Hiyo-chan." The handsome actor graced the lightly blushing girl with a killer smile as she handed the two smaller drinks to the eager twins. "You've got such a polite daughter Zen-san." The actor was suddenly whacked on the back of his head, smoky eyes glancing up at his displeased cousin who held another serving tray perfectly on the open palm of his his left hand while he had thumbed his cousin with his right.
"Perhaps you should learn some yourself. Who says you can go around calling someone by their first name without their consent."
"But Mi-chan introduced him as such." Finally Kirishima decided to bring out the cool, calm and collected adult within him and shifted in his seated position, giving his full attention to his lover's cousin, politely bowing as he did so.
"Its a pleasure to meet you, I'm Kirishima Zen. I'd present you with a business-card, but I never carry them when I'm on vacation." His eyebrow arched as the actor shrugged his shoulders, not fussed at the idea of receiving one or not. "And as I can already tell, you've met one of your biggest fans, my daughter Hiyori."
"Papa!" She stomped her foot, cheeks puffy and once more a hint of pink graced her cheeks.
"Ah, my turn it seems." The actor was showing his true character and not the oozing coolness of an actor that was seen on TV or in magazines as he lazily and quite rudely pointed to his three children who sat on the other side of the table where Kirishima was on. "My eldest who seriously has a chip on his shoulder, Makoto and the cutest twins you'll ever see Takashi and Tomoe." While the twins drunk their drinks, gaining milk moustaches, their older brother smacked his head on the table in sheer embarrassment. "Oh, and I'm Sezawa Hiroki, 36 years old, incredibly talented actor if I don't say so myself. I'm a Scorpio, my blood type is AB and I'm depressingly single."
"He doesn't need to know that crap! Wait, single, what about Mariko-san?" Yokozawa was sitting at one end of the table as he poured iced tea into glasses for everyone else.
"Okaasan ran off with Taniyama-san." Eyes shifted over to the teen who voiced such news in the most plain and simple way possible, like he'd been expecting it to happen! The boy quietly thanked Hiyori for passing him a drink.
"Taniyama-san, wait, isn't he your lawyer?" The salesman incredulously asked.
"That would be my ex-lawyer now and now ex-wife, of one week as of today. Can you believe it, Taniyama-san stole her from right under my nose!"
"Definitely." Yokozawa hadn't meant for that to come out and took a large gulp of the iced tea.
"Fumi-chan," Hiroki pouted like a child.
"Well...um..." How the hell was he going to force that comment back down his throat?
"Yokozawa-san is right old man, you had it coming, leaving Okaasan alone a lot of the time as you trapsed around the countryside doing series after series. You totally sucked at being a husband."
"Waaaah, Mako-chan..." The man dramatically voiced all the while Katsuhiko and Midori burst out laughing. "And just what would a little boy know of relationships, huh?" Everyone watched the teenager turn red in the face as he abruptly stood up.
"I-I'm going for a walk." And he strode off, going out the front door, the screen clacking heavily.
"Seriously Hiroki, arguing childishly with your son, what are you five?" Yokozawa rolled his eyes at his cousin. Granted the man had aged well, was definitely a striking man to look upon, successful in his chosen profession, but still lacked tact when it came to his eldest son. That was definitely not the way to get your child to open up about any questions or concerns he had about the opposite sex. "If an agency ever offers you a part in a series where you play a parent, please decline it for all our sakes as you would need lessons first."
"Says you, Mr Has no Children of his own." Hiroki's childish side reared its ugly head again.
"He does have a child."
"WHAT?" Even Yokozawa had blurted that out in sheer surprise along with his sister and brother-in-law as everyone was gazing upon Kirishima who all too calmly took a sip of his drink.
"Hiyo-chan," Kirishima pointed to his wide eyed daughter who was sitting next to his lover. "After all, you sent me that text, telling me what he said."
"Huh?" Yokozawa intelligently voiced.
"Oniichan said I'm practically his own daughter." Kirishima reeled off plainly, remembering the adorable giddy text with smiley faces and love hearts in it that he got from Hiyori earlier this morning. It had been what woke him up after all and when he saw his lover cooking in the kitchen, albeit without the polka dot apron, his heart went all aflutter for the man. Everyone at the table was clearly confused over the comment, except for those that knew what that meant, especially Yokozawa who felt his face heat up.
"Pa-Papa, that was a secret." Kirishima shrugged his shoulders.
"Y-You were listening?" His voice had gone up an octave, cracking slightly. Hiyori clapped her hands together, placing them in front of her face as an apology.
"I'm sorry Oniichan." Hiyori cracked open one of her brown eyes as she glanced up at him through her thick bangs. "I-It made me really happy though."
Laughter filled the living room, all eyes turning to Shiori-chan who appeared to have tears in her eyes. "Uncle, you look so funny!" Shiori was trying ever so hard to contain herself. It was the loudest any of them had heard her be and it sent happy smiles to the faces of her parents while Takahiro clapped happily, sitting in his big sister's lap, not entirely sure what was going on around him but his sister laughing and smiling was all that he cared about.
While Yokozawa fumed silently, not truly having a comeback, Kirishima gave him one of his smiles which did not go unnoticed by Hiroki.
"Tochan, its hot." A tiny sugary sweet voice piped up, it coming from Tomoe-chan.
"It's hot!" Takashi chimed in, repeating what his "big sister" said, she being the first one born, only by minutes though.
"If you'd like, we could get out the pool and pump it up so you can have a swim." Midori offered.
"Pool!" The four year olds chimed merrily, both on their feet with stars in their eyes at the mention of going for a paddle.
"I've got a box of girls clothes from Obaachan stashed in my bedroom, we could find something in there for Tomoe-chan to wear and I'm sure there maybe something in Takahiro's cupboard that would fit Takashi-kun."
"Why do you have a box of girls clothes in your room Shiori-chan?"
"I think Obaachan wants you and Otousan to have a little girl next time, she keeps knitting pink socks or little jackets and hats." For once it was Midori who was left speechless and downright embarrassed as she blushed. Her blue eyes glanced over at her husband, eyes widening at his serene look as though the very thought of having more children with her had already been a scenario he'd played out within his head!
"Ah, um, how about we get the two of you changed?" The beautiful mother now knew how flustered her baby brother felt and slightly, only slightly though, felt sorry for him with how she teased him. As she shuffled the bouncing four years olds out of the living room and down the hallway to the bedrooms, Shiori-chan following on her crutches, Yokozawa just couldn't resist...
"I'm more then happy to be an Uncle again."
"Shut up!" Was the growled response. The salesman let off a chuckle.
"Takafumi-kun, must you anger her?" Katsuhiko voiced worriedly.
"Relax, she'll get over it shortly. Besides, you should be worried, since the last time we spoke about how many children she wanted, it was five."
"F-Five!?" The doting husband seemed to pale, he not so sure if he could handle a house with so many children. He was unable to think much on the matter when the house phone rang. Yokozawa grinned as Katsuhiko staggered to answer it.
"Just how long ago did you have that talk with Mi-chan?" Hiroki questioned his cousin.
"She was 17 and madly in love with some guy that caught the same train as her."
"Sounds like the airhead Mi-chan I used to know and love."
"Say that to her now and she'll give you a good right hook."
I don't doubt that at all." Kirishima was clearly feeling left out of the conversation while his daughter didn't seem to mind as she fondly watched "Kyoshiro-sama" in the flesh. The editor-in-chief couldn't take this idle chitchat anymore and rose from the table, the two men stopping for a moment to look up at him.
"I'm going to help Midori-san."
"Want us to come and help?" Yokozawa questioned.
"No, we'll be fine without you, talk as much as you want, catch up on the good old days together." Kirishima was generally the laid back type, but currently his voice was chipped with ice or was it annoyance? Yokozawa was having trouble differentiating between the two.
"Not a very friendly man is he?"
"Papa is always friendly!" Hiyori protested, protecting her father lovingly. The editor-in-chief actually hearing the comment but decided to be man enough to continue walking away as though he hadn't heard as he tried to remain calm and not be provoked by Takafumi's idol. He never wanted witnesses as to how childish he could be, after all, only two people were allowed to see it...and bear it for that matter.
"Ah, sorry Hiyo-chan." Hiroki apologised to the girl. His smoky orbs silently observed as Yokozawa placed his hand atop Hiyori's head.
"Its just because they don't know each other well enough, ne?"
"Hai!" The youngster voiced with much conviction as her hands fisted to emphasise her affirmation. "Just you wait and see Sezawa-san, Papa is a really good man." The actor smiled before watching her brown eyes glance in the other direction from where her father had walked off. "Ah, um, Makoto-kun has been gone awhile, should I go see if he's alright?"
"You truly are a very sweet girl Hiyo-chan, ever so thoughtful of those around you. You know what, you can definitely have Mako-chan."
"U-Um...thanks?" The young girl stood up, heading out the front to go look for the 14 year old and completely missed the whack that Yokozawa gave Hiroki on the arm.
"Ouch, what was that for Fumi-chan?"
"Don't say shit like that to Hiyo-chan, you'll give Kirishima a heart attack."
"Don't worry, she clearly didn't understand me anyway."
"That is not the point. You can't say shit like that to someone else's daughter."
"Hai, hai..." Hiroki rose from his seated position, Yokozawa following suit as the two men made their way towards the backyard where squeals of delight were coming from. The pool wasn't even inflated yet, but that didn't stop Shiori-chan turning on a hose, spraying the water in the air and the twins, plus Takahiro ran underneath it. Tomoe-chan was dressed in a one piece striped swimsuit that Shiori-chan had dug out of the box and Takashi-kun was in a light blue singlet and black shorts, while Takahiro was in red shorts with a black singlet. The salesman's nephew had not yet learned how to fully swim yet so Midori was sitting on the porch blowing up an inflatable device in the shape of a ring for him, whereas Hiroki's kids were practically water babies, having been "thrown in" since they were about a year old thanks to their currently absent mother.
Yokozawa eyed his lover who was pulling the pool, it would eventually be about waist height when it was inflated, from a large box that Midori had clearly told him where to find in the shed off to the side of the house. He'd also brought along the electric pump they could use to inflate it. There was no way you'd try to inflate it using your own lungs, you'd end up passing out if you tried, which was why Katsuhiko had invested in a pump. The salesman felt a slight tug on his arm, eyebrows furrowing as Hiroki pointing towards the swing set under a large Sakura. Since Kirishima seemed to have everything under control, Yokozawa followed his cousin, not once realising that almond orbs were watching them walk off. The two men sat down, the swing set creaking under their weight, but it still held them just fine.
"What perfect weather we have."
"And what perfect company too." Hiroki added and listened to younger cousin snort at his words, those steely blue eyes not for a moment shifting away from Kirishima, it made the actor frown. "Oi, do you want one?" Yokozawa darted his eyes to his cousin and then down to the pre-offered cigarette, not realising he'd been silently starring over at his lover who was currently chatting happily to his sister and trying to get the children to wait patiently as he got the electric pump started. His character was back to normal around them, but seemed to go a bit soar when it came to trying to converse with he and Hiroki.
"No thanks, I'm trying to quit for Hiyo-chan." The actor shrugged his shoulders, lighting up the cancer stick and took a long drag, head titled as he blew the smoke upwards. "If Hiyo-chan sees her Kyoshiro-sama smoking she'll be deeply troubled by it."
"Ah, speaking of the sweet girl, she found Makoto-kun." The two men watched as Hiyori came around the side of the house with Makoto, the two of them seemingly in deep conversation as they headed over to her father, Midori, Shiori-chan and the children. Hiyori seemed to wave slightly to Makoto, as though telling him she would see if they needed help and for him to have a seat on the back porch. Instead, the teenager offered to take over spraying the hose for Shiori-chan so she could rest her injured ankle which she graciously accepted, albeit a little shyly. She'd only met Makoto a few times before and she didn't know the first thing to talk about with him and so they'd never really "hit it off" - unlike Hiyori it seemed who could strike up a conversation with just about anyone.
"So, how've you been?" Yokozawa turned to look at his cousin, arching an eyebrow as he did so.
"You ask me that all the time when you send a text, call or email me. Seriously, even though we haven't met face to face in ten years, that's the best you can do?"
"Well..."
"Why are you here Hiroki?" Yokozawa continued on.
"Its merely a coincidence. The kids and I are on a road trip and we just happened to be in Aomori. We were just walking down the street and suddenly I saw Mi-chan coming out of a GP. We got to chatting and then she asked if we'd like to come over for a bit so here we all are."
"Coincidence my ass." Hiroki rose a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "Do you honestly except me to believe that crap? Your eye twitches when you lie. Now try that again, how did you know I was here...that we were here?" The salesman emphasised as he included the Kirishima's in his questioning.
"Fine, fine, Mi-chan called about a month ago." Yokozawa quietly listened. "I was pretty busy on location for my newest series, which is airing in June by the way, here's hoping you and Hiyo-chan watch it avidly, but when I noticed it was Mi-chan's caller ID, I just had to take it. I could never refuse her."
"For she would kill you if you did." Yokozawa listened to his cousin laugh heartily.
"She was so excited that you were coming for a visit that she blurted out the dates you'd be here and said if I ever had any time to come as well. So I freed up my massively busy schedule just for you and came rushing to Aomori with the kids."
"Why?"
"Because she said you wouldn't be coming alone this time." Yokozawa folded his arms over his chest, legs moving slightly as he swung himself on the swing absent-mindedly. "At first when she said you were attached I fell out of my chair."
"You idiot..."
"But I was surprised! My little Fumi-chan, attached!" Yokozawa rolled his eyes and suddenly stopped swinging when a strong hand clapped on his shoulder. "And not just anyone can have my Fumi-chan."
Yokozawa made a face as he pushed his cousin's hand off his shoulder. "Knock it off, that's just plain creepy coming from you."
"Fumi-chan is so not cute anymore."
"I'm a man you idiot, I'm not meant to be cute."
"Hm,"
"You know you shouldn't be wasting your time here." Hiroki looked slightly offended by the man's remark. "Since your wife has run off with another man, this practically means your a single father now and you need to spend as much time with them before your schedule becomes hectic again."
"Well look at you sounding all fatherly and serious, its quite weird coming from the man who would have meaningless relationships here and there while suffering in silence about his unrequited love."
"Why you..."
"Mako-chan is pretty good at looking after himself." Hiroki cut off his cousin. "The twins don't really understand what is going on, so they aren't as affected by it all like Mako-chan is. If it all gets too much I could send Taka-chan and Tomo-chan to Fumi-chan's place for awhile right?"
"No way, raising two kids is enough for me."
"Two?" Hiroki queried, his smoky grey orbs following Yokozawa's gaze to where he was looking at both Kirishima and Hiyori. "A handful?"
"Like you wouldn't believe." Yokozawa mumbled, though that was more a reference to Kirishima rather then the adorably sweet Hiyori.
"Before the divorce occurred, I was trying to free up my schedule, but I guess it was too late to save the marriage." The salesman chewed on his lip, not sure how to really respond. "I do try and free up my schedule, I'm actually off for the next month, needing to spend time with the kids. After all, big changes are happening in the Sezawa household." Yokozawa arched an eyebrow. "The twins will start grade one soon and Mako-chan will be starting his last year of junior high, I'm hoping by then he'll have some idea as to exactly what he wants to do in the future."
"He's only 14, you didn't know what you wanted to do at 14."
"Girls was what I knew." The handsome actor chuckled, flashing back to his childhood.
"Don't remind me." Yokozawa mumbled out, he remembering how he caught his idol in a rather compromising situation with a furiously blushing schoolgirl. As the girl quickly got her uniform in order and rushed out, never to be seen from again, it would be another few years before such a situation would happen again and the innocent Yokozawa spent the entire weekend with his cousin, being grossly informed of the ins and outs of girls which would stay with him to his dying day.
"I'm hoping he's going to help me out by dropping off and picking up the twins from their school, its only a block or two from his junior high after all. Though I'm sure that will annoy him greatly."
"He's like you."
"Really? I thought he was like his mother, he can be such a bloody hassle."
"No, that is definitely you, always wanting to do everything your own damn way, not wanting to listen to parents warnings and getting everyone into trouble in the process."
"Regardless of how much my cute son has changed over the years, emerging from his bedroom one morning with his dyed hair, earrings and dark clothes, I think because of it, Mariko had a nervous breakdown and just couldn't handle the pressure of being the wife of a star."
"He's just trying to find what makes him comfortable as a person."
"Try explaining that to his uptight mother, always wanting him to be spic-and-span, perfect in every single way." Hiroki stubbed out the cigarette in the dirt. "I'm a 'go with the flow' kind of father, as long as he's happy, I'm happy."
"There are 'go with the flow' fathers and then there is you. You really need to keep an eye on him so he doesn't end up going down the wrong path."
"Mako-chan is a smart kid, he never gets into fights and he's never in trouble at school, he's actually got pretty good grades as well."
"He's definitely smarter then his father."
"Man, you sure are bitter these days."
"I'm not bitter, I'm just...straight forward."
"They used to it?" Hiroki jutted out his chin in the direction of where Kirishima was fighting with the blow up pool and had three eager and impatient children watching on now.
"There's nothing to get used to."
"Please, looking at that frowning face all the time, its got to be depressing for them."
"Well I..."
"Oniichan!" The conversation stalled as Hiyori came running over. "Papa is having issues with inflating the pool."
"All thumbs in the kitchen and now with a kids pool too? Just how did you survive growing up when you were younger Hiyo-chan?" Hiroki watched the 12 year old giggle as his cousin brushed his hand through her unbound hair as he stood up. "Want me to do your hair later?" Yokozawa questioned the girl who nodded her head, a big smile on her face as she innocently clasped his hand and dragged him over towards her father. The actor watched his cousin mouth something and then light heartedly pushed Kirishima out of the way as he rolled up his sleeves on his light blue button down shirt and got to work.
Leaving the children in the capable hands of Shiori, Hiyori, Makoto and the two currently quarrelling adults, Midori quietly made her way over to her cousin and took a seat next to him.
"Where did Katsu run off to?"
"He got a call, I think it was his parents." Knowing that, Midori knew her husband could be on the phone for hours. Even if they'd stayed the night before or he'd seen them merely hours ago, neither parent was short of conversation, not that Midori minded, she loved having a house filled with noise. "So, will you be having another baby soon?"
"That is definitely a conversation between my husband and I, not us Hiro-niichan." Midori quirked her lips as her loose braided hair fell over her right shoulder as she's turned slightly to her cousin at his blatant question.
"Good excuse to practice right?" He winked and Midori let off a light laugh as she shook her head, bare feet digging into the dirt as she swung herself on the swing.
"We don't need excuses."
"I did hear that you wanted five though." Steely blue eyes widened, halting her back and forth motions as she remembered saying that so long ago. "When Katsuhiko heard that, I think its likely your husbands little soldiers shrivelled up." He received a whack on the arm for that.
"You have not changed at all Hiro-niichan. And thoughts of having five children are not a desire to me anymore. I was just a silly lovestruck teenager then."
"Now your a lovestruck woman who has blossomed beautifully."
"Keep brushing up on your flattery, you may land yourself a wonderful woman who can not only handle your eccentricity but love your children too." She watched him ponder on those thoughts. "I was actually thinking maybe another two, but no more after that. I don't ever want to walk down the street and have the scenario of being mistaken for a grandmother of my own child!"
"A little over dramatic there aren't we Mi-chan? And besides, you don't look like you are in your 30's so relax a little will you?"
"And that's why I love you Hiro-niichan, because on some occasions you always know what to say to a girl to make her feel better." Midori could hear her cousin mumble 'what do you mean on some occasions' and her lips twitching upwards as squeals of delight fluttered through the backyard as Yokozawa successfully found the problem of a leaky pipe which connected from the pump to the inflatable pool and replaced it with another one. The pool was quickly filling up with air.
"Even though Fumi-chan and I haven't kept in touch much over the years, just a text, phone call or email here and there, he's not changed much."
"Are you sure about that?" Midori questioned and watched her cousin sigh.
"Well, he's a little too honest these days, but he still tries to hide behind a massive wall, guarding himself from anything and everything, but with them, the wall crumbles."
"Mm, I thought so to."
"You approve of him?"
"I approve of them." Midori corrected the guy. "The three of them have been together, like a little family, for over two years now." Midori nudged her cousin when he made a whistle sound, he seriously impressed at the news. "And when you watch, as an outsider, you can see just how happy he is."
"You mean how ridiculously in love he is."
"Hiro-niichan, are you jealous?" Midori fought off the urge to laugh.
"No, not at all." He found a perfectly shaped eyebrow arched as Midori stared quietly at him. "I'm not!" Both pairs of eyes turned to the squeals of delight as pool was now fully inflated and two hoses were directed into it, filling it up as fast as possible, which of course was not fast enough. Hiyori and Makoto went to fill buckets up to help the process along.
The occupants on the swing set watched Yokozawa barking off a plight of displease as Kirishima sprayed him with water from the hose he'd been holding, dampening his shirt and drenching his hair, the salesman raking fingers through his bangs to keep them out of his eyes, the strands spiking up in all sorts of directions. There was no way the younger businessman was going down without a fight and thus...he attacked! "Well...maybe a little..." Hiroki mumbled softly watching the two adults becoming even more drenched, Kirishima placing Yokozawa into a choke hold. It was the ever mature Hiyori who broke them up, pointing towards the inflatable pool as she made them direct their hoses back to it.
"Just a little?"
"Well, he's my little Fumi-chan, I can't help it, he's become so..." Hiroki trailed off as he was graced, along with everyone else, with a rare smile and a burst of laughter coming from his seemingly grumpy cousin when the twins decided to pelt Kirishima with foam pool toys because he had been "picking on" Yokozawa, they apparently siding with him over the play fight.
"He's become so...?" Midori repeated. "Grown up? Independent? No longer requiring his Hiro-niichan to look after him." The woman offered as she laughed sweetly and clasped Hiroki's hand. "No matter what, you'll always be his Hiro-niichan."
"But he never calls me that anymore." The actor whined.
"I think that's because such a name is now deemed as far too 'cutesy' for Taka-chan. And there is no way he's going to act cute or say something cute, not in front of anyone, well except perhaps..."
"Them?"
"You got it." Midori stood up as her three year old was waving at her from inside the now filled pool, he perfectly secure within the floating device. "Sometimes he doesn't realise he's openly showing it, because at that stage his totally occupied with Hiyo-chan since she's become such a big part of his life now, but when he catches your gaze, after blushing of course, he quickly places up that wall. At first I was a little hurt, I'm his sister and we've been through so much together, so why can't he be open and honest with me. I have to practically beat it out of him."
"I can definitely see that." Hiroki rose from his seat as well.
"In the end, getting to know Zen-san and Hiyo-chan and just how much they want to make Taka-chan happy, to see how openly they love him, I'm more then happy to entrust my baby brother to them. They will have tough times, for not everyone will be as understanding as us, but with how strong they are together as a family, I know its going to work out just fine."
"Well, if Mi-chan has given her blessing, there is no way I could make a case against them."
Midori let off a light laugh as she started walking over, Takahiro calling out to her. "You are important to Taka-chan, regardless of whether he says it or not." Midori made her way over to the pool, picking up Takahiro as the boy had clearly had enough. He'd only been in there for merely minutes, but with how brave the other two were, diving under the water, seeing who could hold their breath the longest, it had probably scared him instead. Midori wrapped a towel around Takahiro, he being deposited into Yokozawa's lap as the man sat on the porch keeping a sharp eye on the twins.
"And what have the two of you been talking about?" He muttered accusingly at all the things that were rolling around in his head that could have been spoken about.
"Nothing..." Midori merrily voiced in a singsong way.
"I don't believe you." And his remark was waved off.
"Mi-chan, what do you say to a BBQ lunch?" Katsuhiko finally made his presence known even though he still had the phone to his ear.
"I don't have anything thawed out."
"Shige-san from up the road has invited us over, but considering the kids are having a great time in the pool, I thought he could come down here." Shige-san was their closest neighbour. He'd been divorced for two years now, trying ever so hard to raise his son on his own, the boy preferring the countryside over Sendai where his mother now lived with his stepfather and his little sister, she but six months old.
"Is Sano-kun coming as well?" A squeak came from Shiori-chan who'd been sitting beside her Uncle.
There was a pause as the man on the other end of the phone had obviously heard her question. "Yes, he's returned from his trip at his mother's. Apparently he brought a souvenir for you."
"I...I'm going to change!" She was up on her feet, crutches under her arms and she hobbled back into the house.
"So, see you in about an hour? Great, bye!" Katsuhiko hung up the phone and sat himself down by his brother-in-law.
"She flew out of here quick smart." Kirishima remarked, the first thing he'd really spoken with Hiroki in ear range.
"Well, since Sano-kun is coming over, why wouldn't she?"
"Sano-kun?" Yokozawa hadn't heard much about the boy.
"He and Shiori-chan have been exchanging phone calls as of late. I know she's not sure what she is feeling, but I think its developing into a crush."
"Eh, I never heard about this."
"Its not something children these days are really open about. You have to be the ever knowing parent, watch and listen from afar and just be patient for your child to come to you. Besides, she's at that age where boys are becoming more and more intriguing to her."
"At that age..." Kirishima quietly repeated, almond eyes glancing further into the yard where Hiyori was talking with Makoto again.
"Don't freak out." The editor-in-chief found his lover taking up his line of sight. "Hiyo-chan is not at that stage yet, she's probably going to be a late bloomer."
"Depends on the boy when you think about it."
"Hiyo-chan!" Kirishima called out to his child at the far too casual remark from Yokozawa's cousin. His precious daughter came jogging over to him.
"What's the matter Papa, Makoto-kun and I were going to go for a walk."
"Why?" The father found a puzzled look gazing up at him.
"I wanted to show Makoto-kun the flower field."
"Could you help me prepare some salads instead, we are going to have a BBQ lunch."
"Of course." She beamed a smile at her suddenly guilty feeling father, they both heading inside and towards the kitchen.
"Thank you for that comment Hiroki, now he's going to be freaked out for months."
"Good."
"What?" The salesman clearly felt like the puzzled Hiyori from seconds ago as Hiroki walked over to the pool.
"You two can stay in until its time for lunch, then you have to get out and dry off alright?" Their chubby faces pouted up at him as they clung to the edges.
"But why?"
"Because after we finish lunch we'll be heading back to Aomori and going on the ferry to go see Ojiichan and Obaachan in Sapporo. We'll have a few days there before coming back and heading off to Tokyo Disneyland, just like I promised."
"Tokyo Disneyland!" They cheered happily, splashing up a storm, Hiroki quickly getting out of the way before he was splashed with too much water. Never mind about the mention of the grandparents! "Mako-niichan, Mako-niichan, guess what?" Tomoe happily yelled, waiting for her big brother to come waltzing over to see what all the fuss was about while his father made his way back to the adults.
"What about staying the night?" Midori offered sweetly.
"As much as I'd love to reminisce about the good old days, of Fumi-chan and I playing, swimming, bathing and even sleeping together, I'm afraid my kids shall come first this time."
Yokozawa rolled his eyes. "I'll be sure to hide my complete disappointment over hearing that." The man sarcastically commented, heading into the house and towards the kitchen.
"Papa, are you alright?"
"I'm fine Hiyori. Where is the chopping board?"
The young girl pointed to the board sitting on the preparation bench in front of her father. "Papa, you never call me Hiyori, so something must be wrong." She pulled out the carrots, tomatoes, cucumbers, capsicums, cheese and lettuce from the fridge and placed them onto the bench. "Have you and Oniichan had a fight?"
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you've not really spoken much since Sezawa-san arrived." She was a very smart girl.
"We're fine Hiyo-chan." Yokozawa watched as Kirishima straightened up, half turning to glance back at him for a few seconds before he began cutting the tomatoes. "Why don't you go for that walk with Makoto-kun, as they are leaving after lunch to go on their road trip, so you may not get another chance."
"Can you take over preparing the salads for Papa, he's butchering the tomatoes." Hiyori grinned heartily at her father, the man poking his tongue out at his cheeky daughter and proceeded to sit down on a stool as Yokozawa silently nodded his head affirmatively. He came up to stand beside his older lover and pulled the chopping board, knife and salad items towards him.
"Who said you could make the decision of her going for a walk with Makoto-kun?"
"Nothing is going to happen, he might be Hiroki's son, but he's nothing like his father in that respect. Didn't you see how he blushed when his father was childishly arguing with him?" Kirishima really didn't have a comeback for that at all. He only got up to get out a large bowl for the first salad, placing the metal bowl on the counter a little bit roughly. Out of the corner of his eye Yokozawa watched the man drop his head into his folded arms, face hidden, but the nape of his neck was fully exposed. The salesman had blinked a couple of times, finally taking notice that his fingers hovered over the delicate skin, as though wanting to caress the man and quickly pulled back, continuing on with chopping. "Are we alright?" He questioned his far too quiet lover.
"Midori-san is fine, Senpai is fine, the kids are fine, Sezawa-san is fine, you're fine, everyone is fine, so stop asking me." Yokozawa placed down the knife at hearing that muffled reply.
"I'm not asking about everyone, I'm asking about us, about you."
"Of course I'm fine, why wouldn't I be." The stool scrapped on the floorboards as Kirishima tried to make his escape, the salesman instantly reaching out, his hand going around his lover's left wrist.
"Oi..."
"Just drop it Takafumi!" Steely blue eyes widened at the tone, his grip loosening in an instant. "I need to go cool off." Yokozawa stood in the middle of the kitchen, utterly dumbfounded at this behaviour.
"Need a hand Taka-chan?"
"I'm fine, he's fine, everybody's fine!" Midori listened to her brother rant, silently watching as he began to butcher the poor tomatoes.
Anyone would think there was a party going on at the Inoue household as the backyard was filled with screaming children, all now bone dry as they ran around on the lawn playing tag. The teenagers had paired off after introductions were made between the two boys, Sano and Shiori had opted to sit under the shade of a tree, he talking about his trip and showing her some photos while Makoto and Hiyori had just returned from visiting the flower field. And then there were the adults, but not everyone was in a particularly happy mood. For one, Hiroki couldn't drink considering he had a long drive ahead of him and Kirishima, who had decided to avoid all contact with his younger lover and struck up a conversation with Shige-san instead, much to Yokozawa's utter annoyance.
"Food is ready!" Katsuhiko shouted and children came from all directions, practically salivating at the mouths since they'd been smelling burgers, sausages, steak and chicken. As the children were taken care of first, the adults were next, steely blue eyes watching as his cousin and his lover headed for the BBQ at the same time.
"Let them be Taka-chan." The salesman darted his gaze to his sister who had quietly come up behind him. "You're looking at two bulls butting heads over you."
"That's just..." Yokozawa began but watched as the two men grabbed the tongs to pick up the same piece of sizzling steak, each pausing and then the starring competition began. "This is just stupid." And his long strides took him over to the BBQ, snapping up a plate and a fork as he stabbed it into the steak the two men were still "battling" over and dropped it onto his own before heading for the salad.
"Fumi-chan that was mine!" Hiroki complained.
"Oniichan, you said you'd take over from making the salad." Hiyori piped up, the man's eyes focusing on the mutilated tomato on her plate.
"Ah, sorry, I did, but my mind was elsewhere." He eyed Kirishima who picked up the last of the chicken and also grabbed a sausage, not even worrying about salad and walked off, as far away as possible from everyone, this spot being the swing set.
"You two are fighting aren't you?" The worried 12 year old voiced. "I-Is it because I've become a little silly over seeing Sezawa-san?" The man in question barked off hearty laughter.
"Its not Hiyo-chan and its not Sezawa-san either." Yokozawa sent a glare to his sister who'd softly whispered 'do you want to bet' at his mention of his cousin in his ear as she wandered passed to refill her drink of iced tea. Takahiro and thee twins were in the capable hands of Katsuhiko and Shige-san, the children happily munching on sausages. "I promise to talk it out with him after he calms down." Yokozawa cupped the youngster's cheek affectionately and she nodded her head, making her way over to where Makoto, Shiori and Sano were sitting. "And where do you think you're going?" Yokozawa sternly commented as Hiroki appeared to be heading off in the direction of where Kirishima was eating on his own, plate balanced on his thighs as he sat on one of the swings.
"I was just going to have a friendly chat with Kirishima-san, work out the kinks in our relationship."
"What relationship?"
"Exactly!" Hiroki snapped his fingers.
"Wait..." The salesman tried desperately to keep the two men apart.
"Yokozawa-san, its been quite sometime hasn't it." The man's attention was stolen from him by Shige-san. They'd been acquainted since Midori and Katsuhiko got married and whenever he came to visit, he and his brother-in-law would be dropped off by Midori so the three of them could indulge in drinking and then they'd stumble home, which was about an hour or so walk away.
"Ah, yes, it has." Slightly worried blue eyes glanced once more over at as his lover who ever so slowly looked up at his cousin as the man eased into the swing next to him.
"Yokozawa-san?" The salesman forced a slight smile as he walked off with Shige-san, they heading for Katsuhiko, the three of them striking up a conversation, even if every now and then Yokozawa couldn't help but look over the BBQ at the two men on the opposite side of the backyard.
"Kirishima-san, we've not had a chance to chat since we've met."
The editor-in-chief shrugged his shoulders at the comment. "I wouldn't want to get in the way of you catching up with your family."
"They are great aren't they, especially Fumi-chan, ne?" Hiroki slyly pinpointed out the salesman.
"Are we going to go around in circles for the rest of the afternoon or are you going to come out and tell me exactly what you want to discuss?"
Hiroki was impressed he wasn't dealing with an idiot. Though he was fairly sure his cousin wouldn't ever date a stupid man. "Of course its about Fumi-chan."
"And what exactly do you want to discuss about Takafumi?" Kirishima accentuated his lover's first name.
"Well for one, why are you still Kirishima and he is Takafumi to you?"
"What we call each other shouldn't matter and besides," Kirishima fully turned to the actor. "Who says he doesn't call me Zen when we are alone?" The handsome businessman felt slightly chuffed when smoky grey orbs widened, fully understanding his meaning of the word 'alone'. Of course the damn salesman had never moaned out his first name in the throes of passion, but the damn actor didn't need to know that. And he was bloody lucky the salesman was not in ear range to hear this conversation either!
"Mi-chan said you've been together for a coupe of years now."
"That is true."
"And how did that come about, did you feel sorry for him about his unrequited love?" Kirishima paused slightly from placing a piece of chicken in his mouth. So the man knew about Takano then?
"Sezawa-san, my personal matters with Takafumi are mine alone, I do not need to explain myself to you...and neither does he for that matter."
"Hm, isn't that rather bold of you, considering he craves approval from those that are most important to him. Do you know what would happen if I disapproved?"
"DON'T INTERFERE!" Kirishima had shot up, his plate, cutlery and his unfinished lunch plummeting to the dirt.
"Oi, what is going on?" Yokozawa came rushing over when he and everyone else for that matter listened to Kirishima's sudden outburst.
"Sorry, I'm not feeling well, please apologise to everyone for me. I hope you and your family have a safe trip." The editor-in-chief brushed passed his lover and headed inside.
Hiroki rose from his seat, jerking slightly when he received a punch to his chest. "What the hell did you say?"
"Nothing much..."
"Your eye twitched you bloody liar!"
"Mako-chan, get the twins for me, we should be heading off so we don't miss the ferry." The actor ignored his fuming cousin.
"Oi, tell me what was said?" Yokozawa annoyingly asked.
"He refused to tell me how the two of you got together."
"How is that any of your business!" The younger man bent down, picking up the dropped lunch.
"Well, its not, but I couldn't help but ruffle some feathers is all. It'll help keep the excitement in your relationship going."
"Our relationship is fine and like hell I'm going to take advice from you, Mr Divorced Twice!"
"Hey, there is no need to get nasty and bring up my first marriage that was back in my College days before I became famous."
"You deserved it for making him angry." Yokozawa massaged his temples after he threw Kirishima's lunch in the bin. "Why the hell did Midori tell you I was here."
"She wanted me to approve of the two of you...well the three of you I should say."
"I don't need your damn approval...or anyone's approval for that matter."
"Ah," Hiroki grinned. "I knew you'd say that. Shige-san, Katsuhiko, tell next time. See you later kids." The actor waved to Sano and Shiori, but watched Hiyori come walking over with Makoto who was carrying his younger siblings.
"Ah, um, I'm sorry about my Papa, he must be feeling ill, he never gets mad like that."
Yokozawa had to bite back a comment about Kirishima hiding that part of his character from his daughter. After all there is no way such a doting parent wants to act like that in front of their adorable child. "Hiyo-chan, why don't you take a photo with Hiroki and Makoto-kun as a memento of your trip? I'm sure Yuki-chan, Miki-chan and Eiri-chan will be very jealous of you meeting him after all."
"Hai!" The 12 year old pulled out her pink phone from her denim shorts pocket and placed it on camera mode, handing it off to the salesman. She stood in front of Hiroki who had taken Tomoe-chan from his eldest son so he could stand a bit closer to the widely smiling Hiyori. The youngster gave the camera two peace signs and a big smile. When the moment was over she rushed over to Yokozawa to have a look. "Thank you so much Oniichan."
"No worries," He felt her tug his shirt and he bent down slightly.
Hiyori placed her lips near his ear. "Even though I am a big fan of Sezawa-san's, I still love the photo of Papa, Oniichan and I the best."
"Me too." Yokozawa quietly responded and ruffled the girls hair.
"You don't want to miss the ferry." Midori remarked as she, her brother and Hiyo-chan walked the Sezawa family around the side of the house to the Mercedes. Hiyori helped Makoto place the twins into their car seats, strapping them in securely.
"Bye, bye..." She waved energetically to them and in turn received adorable waves and toothy smiles.
"Err, do you want to exchange numbers?" Makoto awkwardly asked, hand going to the back of his head. "You know, like if you want to know what's happening with the twins or even the old man."
"I'd be thrilled to stay in touch to see how they are going, but I hope Makoto-kun will tell me about himself too." Hiyori smiled innocently to the lightly flushed boy.
"Ah, sure..."
"Ah, being young is truly adorable." Midori quipped with a light sigh as the adults watched the two switch numbers.
"Let me take your photo, for Caller ID." Before she could agree or not, even though Hiyori didn't have a negative bone in her body, the 14 year old took a shot of her, hair billowing about her thanks to the cool afternoon breeze and her eyes were in fact closed when he took the shot.
"Ah, no fair Makoto-kun, I've to do the same now."
"But..." Her lips were slightly pursed, eyes boring up and into his. "F-Fine..." He caved instantly, much like everyone else did within the presence of Hiyori. Her laugh erupted through the countryside as he pulled a face for his Caller ID photo.
"We really should be on our way." Hiroki interrupted and the young girl quickly came around to his side of the car.
"I'm so happy I met you Sezawa-san!"
"And I you, Hiyo-chan. I'm sure we'll see each other again, now that we are linked because of Fumi-chan."
"Mm!" Yokozawa stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders as they watched the car drive away, Hiyori waving enthusiastically until it was well out of sight. "Oh my God!" Both Midori and Yokozawa jolted at the sudden cry from Hiyori. "This is the best holiday ever!" The girl squealed as she turned around and hugged the salesman around the waist. "Arigatou Oniichan!"
"Y-You're only happy because you got to met Kyoshiro-sama." The man idiotically mumbled.
"Not at all, I'm so happy because Oniichan and Oniichan's family are so awesome!" He felt a blush grace his cheeks, knowing how Kirishima suddenly felt when he'd called him awesome quite some time ago. Midori felt a smile grace her lips as she watched her baby brother give the young girl a light squeeze before she pulled away. "Although there is someone here who isn't being very awesome at all."
"Ah, let me go have a talk with your Papa." He watched Midori and Hiyori head back around the side of the house and took in a deep breath before climbing the stairs.
Kirishima was currently lying on his right side, back to the door when he heard it click open and then quietly close.
"Get your shit together, Hiyo-chan is worried about you." Of course that wasn't what the man had wanted to say first, but looking at how pitiful the man was being, it was truly stupid.
"I'm fine."
"Like I'm going to believe that!" Yokozawa stepped over the man, turned around and promptly sat on the wooden floorboards in front of his lover. The man had his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes were closed.
"Can you just let me be for a few hours? I don't want to have a fight with you on our last night here."
"Just tell me what's been making you so damn aggravated."
"You seriously can't be that damn blind can you?" Kirishima annoyingly voiced as he sat up, crossing his legs as he faced his younger lover, hands fisted as they rested on his knees.
Yokozawa furrowed his eyebrows, mind reeling before his steely blue orbs widened. "Are you trying to compete with him?"
"Of course I am!" Kirishima seriously wanted to wipe that expression off the guy's face. "All I hear is Hiro-niichan this and Hiro-niichan that and how much you idolised him."
"Err, well I was a kid back then and he was pretty cool. He's just my idiotic cousin nowadays."
"And he knows so much about you and he shoves it freely into my face."
"Wait," Yokozawa was slightly bewildered by his sudden realisation. "Are you...jealous?"
"Of course I am, figure that out already you idiot!" The younger man watched Kirishima ruffle a hand through his hair, spiking it up as he made a slight growl. It appeared his lover was possibly frustrated about his own behaviour. "You've no idea how frustrating this is." Yokozawa had been right. "I'm meant to be this laid back, pretty awesome guy and here I am acting like some jealous teenager because your attention is drawn away from me for merely seconds. Its so damn pathetic, its laughable!"
"Well...yes..."
The darked haired businessman watched his lover scowl. "You don't have to agree, I'm already annoyed enough at myself as it is without you having to shove it back in my face."
Yokozawa snorted. "Seriously, there is no need to get..."
"God, being this much in love with you should not be possible." Butterflies scattered and a heart thumped rapidly as Yokozawa was stuck for words.
"Are you... Nng!" Kirishima did not get any further as he was literally assaulted by his younger lover, the man encasing his lips in a heated open mouthed kiss, tongues waging war as he was pushed on his back. Hot breaths mingled as Yokozawa slowly pulled away, gazing heatedly down at the editor-in-chief.
"Why I do believe my confession has gone down quite well."
"Then think of this as my appreciation of you telling me how you feel." Yokozawa tugged at Kirishima's shirt, pulling it slightly open as he nipped the man on the shoulder while he brushed his knee against a hardened groin, pleased with the grunt of surprise and pleasure coming from his lover.
Of course the man flipped them over, he was after all, skilled in judo, well slightly, but he knew he'd never be able to win against the man and shockingly enough, as lips were once again crushed against his, it didn't bother him at all.
To be continued...