He's All Ours
By: Shin Sankai
Author's Notes: I've enjoyed writing for Trifecta once more and I hope I can continue to think up a plot for the guys and their cute Hiyo-chan (and Sora-chan too) in the future. Perhaps someone has enjoyed this as well?
Chapter Five:
Two men poked their heads out of the bedroom door, glancing down the hallway. You could see the soft glow of light coming from under two other closed bedroom doors, but the rest of the house was in complete darkness.
Yokozawa hadn't meant for their intense love making to go so far, or for so long, but Kirishima's confession had really knocked him about, stirred unvoiced feelings up within him and set him practically on fire as he gazed at the man. When his older lover had finally collapsed on him, their bodies drained, sweaty and sticky, his eyes had glanced to the window noting sunset had already arrived! Yokozawa had ordered Kirishima to put his clothes back on and graciously (in a slight growl) asked the man to get off him as he was heavy. Even though Kirishima pouted, he did as asked, watching his lover's body twitch as he pulled out and fought the urge to plunge back into him. Again he had to remind himself that Hiyo-chan was sure to have a weekend at her grandparents or a sleepover at her friends place and thus it would leave the unsuspecting Takafumi in his very capable hands. As he dressed in his briefs and black slacks, lying back in the futon next to his completely naked lover, he quietly watched him take a few extra minutes to gain his own breath back and then Yokozawa sat up, shuffling back into his own underwear and jeans. The editor-in-chief couldn't help it, he yanked on the younger guys arm, the man loosing his balance as he fell back down onto the futon, his head resting against his left shoulder.
"Oi," Yokozawa had muttered, but stopped when Kirishima wrapped his arms around him, his throaty voice asking him to stay like this a little longer with him. The salesman couldn't refuse and the next thing he knew, as Kirishima mumbled something into his ear, his eyes were closing as he was being lulled to sleep.
The two men quietly made their way into the kitchen, trying to be as quiet as possible at 10 in the evening. They'd rudely skipped out on dinner, falling into slumber due to their antics, but now they were wide awake and stomachs were rumbling.
While Yokozawa opened the fridge, sussing out what was left over, Kirishima found a torch sitting in the pantry, clicked it on and positioned it upright on the preparation bench, the warm glow of light filtered on the ceiling. The salesman produced some cold sausages, left over salad and one big slice of Hiyori's cake which she had made.
"Well, isn't this just romantic." Kirishima grinned in the pale lighting and caught Yokozawa's roll of the eyes as he handed a fork over to the man. While Kirishima sat on one of the stools, Yokozawa just leaned over the bench, appetite hearty as he dug into the food. "Well, someone's hungry."
"You zapped me of my energy."
"I'll remind myself to take you out for a grand three or five course meal or perhaps even a banquet or an all you can eat buffet when I really want to have my way with you next time." The editor-in-chief watched his young partner pause, tomato on the end of his fork half way to his mouth, wide eyes glancing over at him.
"Is that seriously all you can think about?" Yokozawa had to fight off the urge to shudder when Kirishima's firm grip wrapped over his wrist, he leaning forward as he stole the tomato from his fork, those intense eyes not for a second shifting away from him.
"I think of many things, but being with you, your responsive body beneath mine, it certainly has taken homage in my brain." Kirishima grinned when a light flush graced his lover's face.
"Th-That's stupid, you should think about more important stuff like Hiyo-chan, your parents and work."
Kirishima to this day was still overwhelmed with just how freaking cute the salesman became in his embarrassment whenever he decided to unsuspectingly spout off some shit, albeit to him it was all true. "I am multi-skilled and can think about many things, but to me you are very important."
"Saying such nonsense will not make me jump back into bed with you any faster." Kirishima let off a hearty laugh, though its sound was slightly suppressed since neither man wanted to wake the other house occupants. "Do you think Hiyo-chan will open her own restaurant when she grows up?"
"Where did that come from?" Kirishima knew the man could jump from one topic to the next quite quickly, but he wasn't expecting it at this exact moment.
"Here, taste it." Yokozawa "ordered" his older partner as he held the fork out which had a piece of Hiyori's cake on the end of it.
"Being fed by my lover..."
"Shut up and eat." Yokozawa slightly fumed as he interrupted the older man's babbling and shoved the moist cake between Kirishima's parted lips, watching them close over the fork as he slowly dragged it out of his mouth. "So?"
"Mm, its good. I wouldn't be surprised if she does indeed do something with cooking when she's older. Another please..." Kirishima had closed his eyes, leaning forward and mouth open expecting Yokozawa to bend to his whim.
"You have two hands, feed your damn self."
"Boo, don't be such a grouch, indulge me a little."
"I indulge you every time you want to go at it." The salesman frustratingly voiced, complaining like a small child. Its not that it was always Kirishima's fault after all. He knew he didn't have the same strength as his older lover, but he was certain he wasn't far off and even if he didn't want it, he could definitely voice it and surely after several long moments of pleading eyes starring at him, trying to make him cave, his older lover would eventually stop for him. Of course that actually had yet to happen since he'd never refused the man's advances. Just the sheer thought made him fume slightly and without thinking he ended up breaking a portion of the cake off with his hand and shoved it at his lover's mouth.
"Oi..." Kirishima's almond eyes darted open, hand instantly wrapping over Yokozawa's left wrist, stopping him from smearing cake and rainbow icing all over his face. "That's just childish." The man complained, but then literally seconds later a sparkle was within his eyes as he tightened his grip over a certain wrist and leaned forward, taking one long digit between his lips.
"Wha...?" For a whole two seconds Yokozawa had felt smug at smacking cake into his unsuspecting lover's face, but those seconds now cost him a small amount of pride as he was rendered speechless, lips parted, eyes impossibly wide, cheeks aflame and heart pounding in his ears as Kirishima's warm wet tongue sucked on his index finger.
"Isn't this like in those western films, where the bride feeds her new husband cake?" Kirishima muffled in his deep sensual voice.
"That's just stupid!" Yokozawa growled quietly, even though his over sensitive ears could pick up the sound of tongue and saliva sucking at his finger. "Stop..." The man mumbled pathetically, no real conviction behind the request as the editor-in-chief moved onto his middle finger and then his ring finger, feeling teeth sink into his skin painfully. "That hurts..." The salesman tried once more and when he felt his older lover loosen his grip slightly, it was his chance to pry away, turning swiftly around as he ran his hand under running water, trying to wash away the feel of tongue, teeth and lips. He could see the indent of teeth around his ring finger. God, they'd merely had sex several hours prior but his body was literally pounding with need again! This should not be possible and as such Yokozawa willed his responsive body to calm the fuck down!
"Did you want some more cake?"
"N-No..." And he couldn't believe his older lover could just switch conversation like nothing had ever happened! He cursed the man's coolness. When Yokozawa finally turned around, he noticed that Kirishima had polished off the last of the cake and was trying to lick off as much icing that was around his lips. If the salesman was a bold man, he'd go over there and lick it off, rendering his older partner speechless and downright shocked at the move, but of course he was yet to ever be that bold in such a way and thus wordlessly handed him a damp paper-towel to wipe his face with.
"Oh, thanks..."
Yokozawa cleared the preparation bench of the last of the cutlery and dishes. "We'll have to apologise tomorrow about our behaviour." The man tried to strike up an ordinary conversation.
"And just how much is your sister likely to tease you?" Blue met almond. "I'm impressed at how you held back your voice, but she's a smart woman, she'll know what we were doing."
"Don't remind me."
"Don't worry, I'll take responsibility of it for the rest of my life." The editor-in-chief felt his shoulders drop when his partner did nothing but stare over at him quietly and then turned away to place the empty glasses into the sink.
"I'll clean those tomorrow." Eyebrows furrowed as the older man was certain he voiced that loud and clear for anyone to hear, especially his cute lover.
"Takafumi..."
"Let's get some fresh air." The salesman interrupted as he strode passed his frowning lover. He knew his actions frustrated and hurt the older man, but just how the hell was he to react? Its not like he was a girl that would cry at such a statement and then immediately fall into his arms. He was a man and he had his pride, but of course he knew it wasn't fair that he remained silent throughout Kirishima's declarations of love. But for him to profess such words, such infinite feelings, it was downright embarrassing and he just wasn't built that way, he'd never been so open to anyone before, but just like he had voiced to Shiori-chan, he was changing and change was a good thing, so perhaps even just now it would be a good time to tell the man he loved him. "Kirishima, listen I..." The salesman faulted as he stood on the front porch, eyes boring holes into the back of his older lover's head as the man was standing on the top step.
"What a beautiful night." The editor-in-chief plainly remarked as he stretched.
"Zen..." Steely blue eyes widened when Kirishima missed a step, watching that tall firm body plummet to the ground as he thumped loudly on the wooden porch and stairs. "Are you alright?" Yokozawa rushed over, hoping no one inside heard the noise his lover made and helped the man stand up once more.
"Ouch,"
"Did you hit anything?" Yokozawa directed Kirishima to sit down on the couch, observing the older man flex his wrist in the moonlight. He'd obviously used it to try and break his fall.
"Maybe my head, I'm not too sure." The cunning man was rewarded with Yokozawa sitting down at the far end of the couch and pulled on his shoulders, dragging his body down so his head rested in his lap. His eyes closed when fingers massaged his head trying to feel for any bumps.
"Mm, this is nice..." Kirishima couldn't help but mumble.
"Are you lying about your head?" Yokozawa growled in return.
"Maybe," He quickly raised his arms, wrapping them around the salesman who was ready to jump off the couch and dump him on the ground. "I did hurt my wrist though and its your fault." He watched a frown form on his young lover's lips. "Unless you start frequently calling my name I'll never get used to it and you'll cause me all sorts of accidents."
"That's..."
"So just get used to calling me Zen alright?" Kirishima's twinkling and hopeful almond eyes were gazing up at his lover, half a grin on his lips.
"Zen..." Yokozawa watched the grin widen.
"Hai?" The salesman's heart pounded at the sheer joy the man seemed to radiate when he spoke his name. If it was like that with just his name, what the hell would the man be like if he told him that he loved him. Of course he'd said it once or twice before, but it was usually after they'd had a petty argument and it was to convince the older man that he did like him. Of course Kirishima was pleased at confession, but even to him, when he had voiced it, it didn't really seem to sink home that he was in this for the rest of his life.
"Are you quite comfortable there?"
"Is that really what you wanted to say?" Damn, the man was sharp.
"Can you get up, I've something I need to do."
"At midnight? Can it not wait until the morning?" The older man was quite displeased as he knew his lover was hiding something from him, but he couldn't stop the man as he unlinked his arms and watched him stand up. "Want me to come with you?" He felt just a tiny bit happy when Yokozawa lifted his head and placed the cushion beneath it.
"I shouldn't be long."
"Takafumi," Kirishima was puzzled that the man was heading down the stairs and not back into the house where he thought he'd be going.
"Yes?"
"I love you." The editor-in-chief was waiting for some form of displease from the salesman but watched silently as he walked back over, bending down as his lips grazed the skin on his forward.
"I know you do." Kirishima felt his heartbeat speed up. Could this be it? Was this finally the moment that his young lover's wall was going to crumble completely?
"Ouch!" Or not as he was flicked on the forehead.
"Get some rest you idiot."
"Why do you always have to be so damn stubborn?" Again Yokozawa froze on the steps, eyes shifting to gaze at his lover's shadowed figure on the couch. "But I still love you." The salesman didn't know how long he stood there, but after several moments he left without saying a word and headed for the shed, where Katsuhiko had a small office.
It was finally time.
Kirishima let off a slight groan as a soft hand was patting his cheek. He peeled open his eyes, only to bring up a hand to shield them from the morning glare and found the smiling face of his daughter looking down at him.
"Did you and Oniichan not resolve your fight?"
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you were asleep on the porch. Did Oniichan kick you out of the bedroom?" Kirishima watched a pout grace his daughter's lips as he sat up, absently folding the blanket that was over him and then rose one hand to ruffle through his messy hair.
"No, we're fine."
"Are you sure?" The youngster worriedly questioned.
"Don't worry Hiyo-chan, they are perfectly fine." Almond eyes glanced over at another pair of steely blue orbs. "Shiori-chan is in the kitchen, she'd love to make breakfast with you this morning." The 12 year old headed back into the house after helping her father rise to his feet.
"And just how much did you tease Takafumi?"
Kirishima watched Midori shrug her shoulders. "Enough to satisfy me." The editor-in-chief let off a light chuckle at how cruel the woman could be, albeit lovingly of course. "Now its your turn to chew him out for leaving you here all alone."
"You do have a point. So where is that adorable brother of yours?"
"Packing I think."
While Midori made her way back into the kitchen, to supervise the girls while Katsuhiko entertained Takahiro in the living room, Kirishima waved a silent good morning to the man before striding towards the slightly ajar bedroom door. He found the futons were folded and placed away, the window was open bringing in a nice cool breeze and noticed his bag resting next to Yokozawa's. A fresh pair of clothes was sitting on top of it, reminding him to have a shower before they left. His lover was currently leaning over the table, pen in hand as he scribbled away. A towel was over his shoulders catching the droplets of water from his washed hair, dressed in jeans and another black polo shirt, his aftershave milling about the room. Kirishima watched him fold the paper and slip it into his back pocket, it slightly poking out, before rising to his full height and turning around, finally taking notice of him.
"Morning, how long have you been there?" Kirishima watched his partner's hand grip the piece of paper from within his trouser pocket and instead moved it to the pocket on his polo shirt as though he were trying to hide it from him.
"Don't morning me you rude bastard, you left me sleeping on the front porch alone!" The older man complained.
"It took me longer to do what I needed to do last night and when I came back you were already asleep. I figured a night of uninterrupted sleep from a certain someone was what I needed."
"That's..."
"At least I gave you a blanket." Yokozawa remarked casually and he picked up Kirishima's clean clothes and toiletry bag and handed them to the quiet man who had no comeback for that. "Go wash up, we'll be leaving at about 10 so we can get to Aomori on schedule."
Breakfast was filled with much laughter as it was Katsuhiko and Kirishima who decided to reel off some stories of their boarding school days. If it wasn't to sneak into others rooms to read or watch something that was definitely not for under-age boys then it was being even more risky and sneaking out altogether! Katsuhiko had a couple older friends who had their licence and they'd cruise around the town seeing what kind of mischief they could get into. The young and innocent Kirishima was taken along as the decoy, distracting the employee while the others would sneak into the cinema and when Kirishima could get away, he'd head around the side to where the emergency door would be slightly ajar for him to sneak inside. His pure innocent eyes discovered so much more in his first year of that new boarding school with Katsuhiko as his Senpai.
Yokozawa graciously did the dishes, in thanks for a nice breakfast from both the girls. He was even successful in bullying his older lover into helping clean up. While they did so, the girls were exchanging phone numbers, email addresses and the likes. The salesman was so pleased that they were getting along so well, considering the fairly awkward start they had.
"Can you take the bags out to the car, I'll go make sure Hiyo-chan has packed everything up." Yokozawa asked Kirishima, handing him the keys.
"But we don't leave for another hour."
"You can still pack the car can't you?"
"But I wanted to listen to more stories about Takafumi."
"Its not like it'll be the only time we come for a visit."
"Promise?" Kirishima held out his pinky finger, Yokozawa's eyes glancing down at it before rising them to look up at the man.
"We're not kids, we don't need to make a pact."
"But it gives me a reason to touch you again." The editor-in-chief winked and another roll of the eyes was his reward.
"And since when do you ever need a reason, you just do it regardless." He watched a grin form on those bloody lips which always scorched his skin. "Go pack the car." Yokozawa repeated as he headed back down the hallway and towards Shiori-chan's bedroom. He knocked lightly on it once, pushing the slightly ajar door open.
The salesman found Hiyori was the only occupant in the room, she sitting at Shiori's study desk and it appeared she was writing. "Hiyo-chan, are you alright?" The 12 year old peered back at him as she folded the letter and placed it into a pink envelope.
"Mm, I was just writing a letter to Inoue-san's parents, thanking them for having us and for teaching me about decorating cakes and stuff." If there was ever a competition for the sweetest child in the world, Hiyori would win. "I also wrote a thank you note to Mi-chan as well." She'd win hands down for sure. "I've had so much fun that I don't want to leave."
"But then your grandparents would be sad because they wouldn't be able to see you and then there are your friends as well. And what about your new school? So many things to look forward to."
"When you put it like that..." The youngster stood up and pushed the chair in, coming to stand near the businessman. "I'm still going to miss being here, spending time with Oniichan's family. I feel like Papa and I just became much more closer to you." Yokozawa rested his hand atop her head, the both of them not realising they now had an audience who slowly shied away from the opened door not wanting to disturb the moment.
"We'll come back for sure."
"Really?" Her eyes beamed with hope.
"And they can visit us too, all of them and not just Midori and Takahiro."
"Mm,"
"Let me do your hair." Yokozawa had dragged Shiori's chair over and the 12 year old sat down happily, Yokozawa using his fingers to comb through her soft fluffy hair. If Kirishima looked inside the room, the two of them would be giving him side profile shots with how they were situated in the middle of the bedroom.
"Oniichan," Yokozawa grunted softly to let the girl know he was listening. "I-I'm sorry I listened into your conversation with Shiori-chan the other day." The man just tied off the braid he'd done in the girls hair and moved to kneel in front of her. His large hands took hold of her smaller ones.
"I should have told Hiyo-chan myself what she means to me, so I should apologise if you ever had any doubts about what you meant to me." She was cutely blushing by now.
"I-I'm not sad or anything, because I think all this time I've already known how Oniichan feels. What is confusing me is when Oniichan said I have a void in my heart."
"Well that's because..." The man tried to begin but stalled when Hiyori shook her head at him.
"I know I have a Mama and I'm really happy that Papa tells me many stories, even before I was born of what she was like, but even so I never feel sad and in fact think myself very lucky everyday." The young girl had the salesman's full attention. "I was fortunate enough, even if I cannot remember it, to be so dearly loved and I'm sure because of their love, I am the person I am today. And for that I'll always thank Papa and Mama for having me."
"Hiyo-chan,"
"And even though Mama is not with us, she'll always be in our hearts and with that reasoning we don't ever have to feel sad about it. After all, Papa and I have Oniichan." The 12 year old beamed a smile at the speechless man. Hiyori pressed her hands over her heart, her eyes closing for a moment. "I don't feel like anything is missing in here Oniichan because Papa and I finally have someone beside us again. I may not know how Papa felt when Mama passed away, I was too little, but I'm sure he too knows that Mama would only ever want him to be happy. And we are so very happy with Oniichan at our sides, surely you know that right?" Her eyes were pleading with him to understand her.
"I...yes..." The man was literally struck for words.
"Oniichan is someone I love very much, just as much as Papa."
"He'll cry if he hears that." Yokozawa listened to her giggle softly.
"Papa already knows I'll never forgive him if he lets you go." Yokozawa's heart constricted within his chest as she was lightly blushing once again.
"Hiyo-chan's love is very strong."
"Is that annoying?" She pouted up at him and the man caved in an instant.
"Iie... In fact it is I who should thank you both for loving me."
"Oniichan is all we need!" Hiyori all but squealed happily as she leaned over and embraced the shocked man. "I know that no matter what happens, I've got all the confidence in the world to go out and try my best since I'll always have Papa and Oniichan looking out for me thanks to their love and support."
"Hiyo-chan can trust us to always look out for her."
"Mm," Finally the salesman lifted his arms and carefully wrapped them around the youngster. "Thank you for always looking after us...Otousan."
Emotion ripped through his entire body. "Cheeky..." It was all the man could do as his arms grew tighter around the giggling girl.
Finally leaving the two alone, after hearing the heart wrenching conversation, Kirishima headed down the hallway and towards the backyard. There was no way this smile was ever going to leave his face. His eyes caught sight of Midori hanging out some washing and made his way over to her.
"Your brother is going to be fine with us."
"What brought this on?" The beautiful woman questioned, thanking the man silently as he flipped the sheet over the line for her.
"Because both Hiyo-chan and I are ridiculously in love with him."
"And Taka-chan?"
"Well, he may not say it directly to me, but I know we are very important to him."
"Were you eavesdropping again? I can definitely tell by that smile of yours." Midori poked Kirishima in the cheek, listening as he let off a hearty laugh.
"I'm totally a goner because of him aren't I?"
"I'm more then pleased to hear it." Midori lifted up the empty washing basket and sat it against her hip. "I've to finish off a little present I'm sorting out for you and Hiyo-chan so if you are more then happy to entertain yourself..."
"I was thinking of going for one last walk."
"You know it won't be the last time you come here right? You and Hiyo-chan are more then welcome any time."
"Thanks, Takafumi said the same thing."
"And I bet you just wanted to ravish him then and there."
"Oi," The editor-in-chief watched her laugh as she pat his shoulder, heading off back to the porch while he headed off in another direction, disappearing through the lush greenery.
Midori placed the basket back into the laundry room, started a new load of washing and then headed down the hallway towards the living room, pausing slightly to see that her baby brother and Hiyori were hugging like their lives depended on it. It was truly adorable. When her son called out to her she continued on her way.
"What is the yelling for?" The three year old beamed a winning smile up at her.
"Where's Fumi?"
"He's currently with Hiyo-neechan at the moment."
"We've been drawing." Shiori-chan voiced as she pointed to the three different drawings (scribbles) that Takahiro had produced.
"Wow," Midori voiced with much conviction, watching as her boy grinned from ear to ear, little chest puffing out in pride. "Are these presents to give to your Uncle, Zen-san and Hiyo-neechan?" The mother watched her son bop his head affirmatively and drew him into a hug, making the boy giggle up a storm. "Aren't you just the sweetest!"
"Kachan must help too."
"Alright, but my drawing is definitely not as good as Takahiro's." The youngster missed his mother winking at his older sister who grinned back at her. Katsuhiko was sitting on the couch, beaming from ear to ear at his family while flipping through a book.
"You draw just like your Uncle." Midori voiced as she watched her three year old grip the entire pencil with a fisted hand, scrapping it over the paper with his tongue poking out the side of his mouth. He was in full concentration mode.
"Don't be ridiculous." All eyes turned to Yokozawa and Hiyori walking into the living room. "Takahiro is so much better at it then I was." The three year old grinned widely as his Uncle ruffled his black hair. He watched the youngster scramble to his feet, since he was drawing on the floor, resting on his belly.
"Fumi, for you." The boy presented the black and blue scribbled drawing to the salesman.
"Why thank you so much." And the boy was off, picking up the one with pinks and reds in it as he rushed over to Hiyori who was now kneeling on the floor next to Shiori-chan.
"And this one is for Hiyo-neechan."
"Thank you so much Takahiro-kun." The 12 year old gushed as she sat the boy in her lap asking him what he had drawn for her.
It was then Yokozawa realised the living room was missing a certain someone. "Have you seen Kirishima?"
"Still referring to him as Kirishima?"
"Shut up." Yokozawa complained.
"I'm not answering until you ask again."
"Fine, have you seen Zen?" The salesman huffed as he watched his sister and Hiyo-chan for that matter grin widely. It was still weird for him to say it and it was still going to take him some time to get used to it, but perhaps throwing it into a conversation here and there would surprise the older man greatly. Of course he would just have to make sure he wasn't walking down a set of stairs.
"He headed in the direction of Shiori's flower field."
"Want me to come with you?" Yokozawa shook his head at Hiyori's offer and headed down the hallway and out the back door.
Quietly walking through the trees and shrubs, it gave Yokozawa a bit of time to think about things, especially about what he had done last night. With the document already sent, the one in his pocket was just a hard copy, its not like he could turn back now. When the salesman finally came to the opening, hand raising to ward off the morning sun, his steely blue eyes focused instantly on the very man standing in the middle of the field. His name was on the tip of his tongue as he watched the cool breeze blow about him, loose petals floating around him and his wild unkempt light coloured hair. He wore a pair of loose cargo pants, a black singlet and a white opened shirt over the top, it billowing in the breeze. His face was upturned, gazing into the clear blue sky. It made the salesman pause in calling out to him. Perhaps he was thinking of Sakura-san? Though even if the thought had crossed his mind, it didn't stop him from wandering over.
"Ne, Takafumi..."
"Mm?" He would always be drawn to him in an instant that deep sensual voice calling out to him. Blue eyes just couldn't break from his finely chiselled features, noticing just how at ease and relaxed the man appeared to be.
"The countryside is nice and peaceful isn't it?"
"Yes it is."
"When Hiyo-chan has grown up, has decided to leave our sides, lets leave the hectic city life and buy a place in the countryside."
"What are you spouting?" He'd no idea why the man was talking like this. "Anyway, you've no idea what will happen in the future, so how can you say something like that?"
"I know I'll always want to be with you." Yokozawa gulped down the lump in his throat. Granted he'd heard this all before, but it still shocked him. It was finally starting to sink in that the Kirishima's wanted him, always wanted him. "And our place in the countryside, wherever we decide to purchase it, lets have a nice big home, somewhere in the hills with lots of greenery and places where we can go walking together and in the winter time we can huddle around the fire talking about when Hiyo-chan was a child. It'll be a wonderful place for her to come on vacation and bring her children along."
"Ch-Children? What are you..."
"Lets be silly doting grandfathers together, ne?" There was that serene, peaceful and content smile that Yokozawa had come to love on the man's lips.
"Ba-Baka..." Yokozawa mumbled as he listened to Kirishima's hearty laugh. Perhaps the countryside air had affected his brain. Yokozawa watched as Kirishima stretched his arms above his head and as they lowered to his side the younger man felt himself take a couple small steps forward, until he was but mere inches from his lover's back. The salesman closed his eyes as he rested his forehead between Kirishima's shoulder blades. "Zen..."
The editor-in-chief felt his lips quirk into a smile. "Mm," And he was certain his face would split open as his smile grew even more impossibly wider as slowly, ever so slowly, arms moved around his waist to hold him close.
"Arigatou..."
"And what's the thanks for?"
"Do I have to say it?"
"Well you don't really, but it would make me very happy if you did." Kirishima by now had finally turned around, eyes gazing down at a slightly flushed face.
"B-But it's so bloody embarrassing."
"All the more to say it."
"Why you..." Steely blue couldn't help but gaze up into warm almond orbs as the older man had cupped his chin within a firm grip.
"Its only me here after all."
"Well, I don't really know how you'll feel about it and it may just be me getting ahead of myself." The salesman clearly knew he was doing nothing but confusing the editor-in-chief.
"This isn't a break up is it?"
"What?"
"If this is a break up I'm going to kill you because even though we've had a rough patch during this vacation thanks to your cousin spoiling my 'love-love' moments with you, that doesn't mean we should break up."
"Love-love? Are you even listening to yourself? I'm not breaking up with you, I'm doing the opposite in fact."
"Oh?" Kirishima was a little displeased when Yokozawa broke the contact between them, but his eyes watched the man pull out the slip of paper he saw before and presented it to him. "Did you write me a love letter?"
"Shut up and take it." The salesman snapped. He didn't realise he was holding his breath as he waited for Kirishima to unfold the document, eyes glancing over the big bold lettering at the top of the document which read: 'Notice: Termination of Lease Agreement'.
"This is..." Almond eyes didn't know where to look first. "You never told me you were moving."
"Are you even reading it? Look there you idiot!" Yokozawa pointed to the section which stipulated a forwarding address for any future mail that would come to the apartment.
"That's...my place." Almond eyes looked over at the suddenly uncomfortable salesman.
"Well, you did ask me ages ago and I still have the key, but if you don't feel comfortable with me..." He couldn't get any further as he was pulled into a fierce embrace, his older lover practically crushing him.
"I've been waiting for this day!" Kirishima pulled slightly away, their foreheads touching. "Only you can be Hiyo-chan's Mama." He watched steely blue orbs narrow at the comment. "Sorry, I mean only you can be the mature Otousan."
"Were you..." Yokozawa was interrupted as lips fell on his, making his heart skip a beat at its intenseness.
"God, this is definitely love isn't it?" The editor-in-chief mumbled against slightly parted lips, their breaths mingling.
"Mm, its definitely love." Yokozawa couldn't help but laugh a little at the expression of Kirishima's face when the man drew back, seeing if what he heard was in fact real. "You heard me." The salesman produced a small grin, but felt his eyebrows furrow when Kirishima let out a frustrated groan instead of a usual hearty laugh and a beaming smile.
"You're lucky you know."
"Why?" Now he was really confused.
"Because we need to get on the road and catch our train. If we had more time, I'd do you right in the field."
"That's just.." Yokozawa could feel even his ears were red! The editor-in-chief grabbed his hand, a serene smile on his face making him look younger then what he was.
"Let's get going."
"Uh, mm..." The salesman couldn't refuse, nor could he hide the little grin on his own face as Kirishima held onto his hand firmly, pulling him back to this sisters place. The document he'd been fiddling around with the night before was sitting in Kirishima's back pocket and there was no way he could miss noticing that large giddy smile on his face.
Everyone was out the front, saying their farewells.
"This is for the both of you, its the present I referred to earlier Zen-san." Midori handed over an album, the father crouching down so Hiyori could have a look also. He flipped it open to the first page where a photo of a fast asleep Takafumi was. He was wrapped within a blue blanket, a tuft of his black hair and his sleeping face was all that could be seen. There was writing underneath which said 'six weeks old'.
"Thank you so much." The two Kirishima's wholeheartedly voiced in unison. Hiyori was the first to hug everyone, promising to write and call often.
"If you ever come to the city, please let us know, we'll make room for you."
"It might be a bit rowdy with all of us in the one place."
"Then I'll enlist the help of my parents."
"Or you could stay at Oniichan's place." Hiyori added into the conversation.
"Ah, about that..." The father was whacked on the arm, blinking silently at his partner for a moment. Did he not want them to know? His eyes met his younger lover's watching as he jerked them down to Hiyori and he finally understood that he wanted his daughter...their daughter...to be the first to know.
"Thank you for having us." Yokozawa shook hands with his brother-in-law, gave his niece and nephew a hug and then turned his full attention to his sister. "You good?"
Midori nodded her head. "And you?" She watched her brother glance back at his lover who was in deep conversation with his Senpai, they too shaking hands.
"Without a doubt." Yokozawa cupped her cheek, once again showing that little bit more affection then what his sister was used to from him. Being with the Kirishima's was definitely changing him for sure. "You take care of this family."
"And you take care of yours."
The three of them piled into the tiny car, Hiyori waving out the window to Shiori who was on the front porch, leaning against the post with a waving Takahiro against her hip.
"Ah, I forgot, this is for you Takafumi-kun." Yokozawa took the envelope from his brother-in-law. "I found them when Mi-chan and I were putting together your photo album. I've a lot of stuff in boxes in the shed, so there may be more, but these two were floating about so I thought they were definitely for you to have." Yokozawa pulled out the first photo.
"What the hell are you wearing?" The salesman flipped the image so Kirishima could see it.
"Drama club, Romeo and Juliet. A little hard and weird for that matter to act out such a play considering it was an all boys school." The young Kirishima was frowning in the photo as it appeared he's been made to play the role of Juliet. Yokozawa turned around to give it to the grinning Hiyori.
"Which boy kissed Papa in the play?" Yokozawa couldn't help but arch an eyebrow as he too was intrigued at just who'd stolen the long haired youngsters lips.
"No one, for Kiri-chan would sock them in the groin."
"Katsuhiko-san..." Yokozawa admonished the man who apologised to a giggling Hiyori.
"I'll only ever allow one man to kiss me for the rest of my life." Kirishima winked at the trying ever so hard not to blush Yokozawa. Instead the younger man glanced down at the last photo, hand going over his mouth to try and suppress his laughter.
"Oh great, by that reaction, this photo must be a good one." Kirishima sarcastically remarked as Yokozawa turned it to him. Now he knew how his lover felt when he was being picked on by his sister. There the young Kirishima Zen was, long hair placed into pigtails and he was sitting on the carpet, dressed in a white and light blue frilly dress, one of the spaghetti straps hanging off his pale slender shoulder. His face was laced with make-up: mascara, eye-liner, eye-shadow, blush, lipstick, the lot. He was starring at the camera with a very cute pout on his face.
"Papa you look really funny!" Hiyori was in fits of giggles in the back. "And yet quite cute too."
"Oi, don't make fun of your old man." Kirishima whined like a child. "That photo haunted me for the three years I was at that boarding school." The man continued to complain.
"Ah yes, after the photo was taken, it went around the school, its how Kiri-chan became to be known as the princess after all."
"Although I was able to get my way."
"Trust you to find the positive out of such an image."
"Well I got my homework done for me and free lunches for the rest of my days there."
"Papa!"
"Ah, don't tell your grandmother."
"Have a safe trip back."
"If you do find any other photos, please do send them to Hiyo-chan and I." Even though Kirishima complained lightly, he being picked on by his family, the three of them waved out the windows to the Inoue's as Yokozawa turned the ignition over. He beeped the horn as a final farewell and headed down the driveway.
"I can't wait to see Sora-chan when we get back."
"I'm sure he's been missing you as well."
"I bet he's missed all of us, since he loves snoozing in Papa and Oniichan's laps."
"When we get back, we'll all pile into a taxi and swing by Masamune's place and pick up Sorata and then we'll all go home together."
"Home? Together?" Hiyori repeated, her eyes meeting her father's. Yokozawa observed his older lover slip her the Termination of Lease Agreement he'd emailed off to the landlord. He quietly watched as her eyes flicked over the document, he waiting with baited breath for her reaction. "This is..."
"That's right Hiyo-chan, Takafumi will be living with us from here on out!" Kirishima enthusiastically revealed to the 12 year old.
"This truly is the best vacation ever!" The young girl gushed happily. "We'll have so much fun!"
"Yes, lots of fun indeed." Kirishima repeated, a wink in his eyes as Yokozawa tried ever so hard not to take notice of it or the kind of fun that the editor-in-chief was thinking about. God, had he done the right thing?
"Love you heaps!"
"Wah, Hiyo-chan sit back down, that's dangerous!" The girl had unbuckled her seatbelt to lean forward and wrap her arms around his shoulders in a moment of sheer joy.
"We'll never let you go, you're all ours!" Yokozawa slowed the vehicle down when the two Kirishima's had voiced this declaration at the same time. He glanced in the rear vision mirror at the giddy Hiyori, she beaming him a smile and the peace sign, such an adorable trait of hers. He then quickly glanced at her father, the man was doing nothing except looking at him, a serene smile plastered on his face and love clearly flashed sickeningly within his eyes. It was silly, but it made his heartbeat speed up and turning his eyes back onto the road, the salesman increased the speed of the car as they made tracks towards Aomori as he felt a smile spread upon his lips.
"Yeah, I'm good with that." He'd done the right thing.
The End.