"Senpai." Tsumori glanced up at the approaching Nowaki, flinching at state of his friend. His cheerful demeanor had vanished, his appearance had deteriorated.
"Nowaki, what the hell happened to you?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow at the raven-haired man, obviously looking him over.
"It's nothing." Nowaki smiled, handing a letter to the Pediatrician. "To Akira." They both exchanged knowing looks, rolling their eyes at the obliviousness of their children.
"When do you think they'll finally get together?" Tsumori asked, and Nowaki shrugged his shoulders, motioning for the Pediatrician to read his daughter's letter, and Tsumori did.
'Dear Akira,' it read, and Tsumori had to squint to try to make out the scrambled and loopy characters. 'How have you been? My summer break has been interesting, to say the least.'
"Interesing?" Tsumori questioned, but Nowaki brushed it off, telling him to continue reading the letter.
"But I can't read any of this.." He frowned, before smirking widely. "Say, I know she isn't genetically your kid, but her handwriting looks just like your's.." He squinted again, determining that he couldn't make anything out past what he had already read. "It's sucky and hard to read."
"My handwriting isn't bad!" Nowaki defended, but Tsumori just gave him a 'oh really?' look, and the black-haired man accepted the remark.
"Now, when do you think they'll get together?" Tsumori inquired, and Nowaki shrugged.
"Preferably sometime soon. I wish they would just confess, and that would be that.."
Tsumori smirked as he thought up a plan, then turned to his dark-haired friend. "I think this calls for a little intervention from the fathers!"
Nowaki smiled, shaking his head at the other's antics. Tsumori's childlike behavior always made him feel a tiny bit better after a fight. "Whatever you say, Senpai."
When he awoke, the heat that had previously been at his side was gone, the old, smashed Gamecube was off and wrapped in various wiring, and the lights were off as well. The only light was from the moon, casting a white glow over the living room of his apartment.
Daichi glanced around, first realising that his blond was nowhere to be found, and then confirming his suspicions by noticing that Katsuo's shoes were missing from the entryway, even when the majority of the blond's belongings still lay on the coffee table. He sighed, loud and heavy, and began to prepare two cups of coffee, one sugary, frothy cappuccino for Katsuo, and a cup of regular black for himself. The boy would be back eventually, he knew.
As the coffee maker's stream of the bitter liquid began to dribble out into the foaming milk of a cappuccino, he heard Katsuo shove a key into the lock, and he went to greet the boy in the doorway.
He smiled as the blond opened the door and made his way in. "Hey." He whispered softly, embracing Katsuo, and the blond wrapped one arm around his waist, the other coming up to tangle his fingers in silver hair. He could feel the other smile against his scalp, his arms creating a barrier around the silverette.
"Hey babe." Katsuo whispered back, wrapping his arms tighter. He reached down, cupping the silverette's face as he connected their lips, if only for a brief moment before he pulled back, smiling brightly at the other boy. He sniffed slightly, smelling the coffee, even in the entryway. "You made me a cappuccino, right?"
Daichi giggled, sliding his hands up to the blond's neck, massaging his weak spots with his thumbs. "Of course," he answered, watching Katsuo's reactions to his hands and smiling, albeit shyly. He leaned in, kissing the other boy lightly.
"Am I interrupting something?" A velvety voice arose from the top if the stairs, and the two teenagers jumped apart, each staring up at the older silverette with wide eyes.
"Dad, what are you doing up?!" Daichi hissed, trying his best to remain calm, even when he could feel the blond's arms sneaking around his waist again.
Akihiko began to descend the staircase, heading toward the kitchen where he poured himself a cup of black coffee. "The smell of coffee woke me up." He explained, looking at the both of them. "It's kind of instinct now."
"Dad, please just go back upstairs.." Daichi said as he flushed, feeling the blond's lips murmur something into his neck.
Akihiko shook his head, giving the blond a pointed glare. "I may support your relationship with my son, but I advise you keep your hands to yourself when I'm around. As for you," he looked at his red-faced son, holding up the cappuccino with a concerned glance. "Who is this for?" He looked over it again, grimacing. "Not exactly the manliest drink.."
"Oi, that's mine!" Katsuo growled, peeling himself from the silverette to reach and grab for the sugary coffee, failing only when the man held it out of his reach. "Asshole, give it!"
"Miyamoto, I would watch your language around me." Akihiko glared, violet irises narrowing into a dark, threatening amethyst. "I am the only one who is keeping Misaki from kicking both your asses, so I'd suggest you show me some respect before I kick you out of my son's life."
"Dad, no!" Daichi was silenced with an impatient glare from his father. He stepped back, fearing this side of the older silverette, the possessive, protective side his papa always told weird stories about. Katsuo glanced back at Daichi, stalking over to wrap him in his arms.
"You can't make me leave my Daichi." He ground out, pressing the boy's head to his chest and glaring at the older silverette. "He's mine, and I promised I would never leave him."
"Isn't that a bold promise for such a young man?" Akihiko smirked knowingly, turning away from the couple just when Misaki's tired voice floated from their bedroom. "Ah, the mistress calls." He sighed, handing his black coffee mug to Daichi. "I best be satisfying him."
"Eww, seriously Dad?" Daichi groaned. He had heard enough of his parents sex life already today, and he didn't need, or want, to hear more. "I did not need to hear that!" He whined, but the older silverette ignored him in favor of focusing on the blond.
"Don't fuck up." And with that, the man disappeared upstairs, leaving the teenagers to their own actions.
"So, when are you going to tell them?" Mahiro's head snapped up from the eggs he was preparing to send a questioning glance in his lover's direction. Once he did, their eyes met, and Mahiro looked away as quickly as he could. The brunet tensed when Ryouta's arms wrapped around his midsection, and his fiery-haired lover buried his face in the man's neck. "I don't know how much longer I can go without you telling them, Mahiro.."
"I..." Mahiro started, but stopped, shutting his mouth quickly. It was painful, keeping his lover a dirty little secret, but he didn't want the disapproval or the dishonor he always imagined his father sending his way every time he played out the 'coming out' scene over in his mind. He wanted to come out, but he didn't know or want the consequences of doing so.
The brunet turned in his arms, leaning into the other man's warmth. "Ryouta.." He whispered softly, burying his own face in the man's neck. "I want to. I really, really, truly want to.. I want to be happy with you, grow old with you, die with you.. But I also want the support of my family.." He looked up, cupping the man's face with a calloused hand, running his padded fingers over the red-haired man's cheekbones. "I.." He paused, and Ryouta pulled him in for a tight hug, running his hands over the other's back in a comforting rhythm.
"Shh, it's fine, you don't have to do it now-"
"I love you, Ryouta.." As soon as the words left his mouth, he flinched, trying to draw away from the red-haired man, but he was just drawn closer by the Ryouta's tightening arms.
He heard the man chuckle, breath ghosting over his ear. "I love you too, you silly boy." Lips met his halfway, and the kiss was nothing like either had ever experienced: sweet and tender, even while it had a forceful nature to it. They both needed the contact, the connection, and they almost found it before the fire alarm went off due to the now blackened eggs Mahiro had been trying to cook. He turned, taking one look at the gristle, then picked the pan up and smiled at Ryouta.
"Breakfast?"
A/N: Wellllll, don't have much to say about this chapter, so, uh, hope you enjoyed~
pinky5907: It's cool, I'm glad you got the references~ I like pokemon~ third favourite gaming franchise ever! And, uh, Katsuo might, just might, ask Akihiko to write him a book.. *whistles innocently*
invisiblemage: :P internet withdrawal... It's what threatens to kill me every week.. XD Well, you won't be reading this in a while, but I hope you have fun on your vacation~ And yes, it is much sexier when an uke initiates~ I love writing them, because, when you think about it, there aren't many in any yaoi anime I've watched. Anime always makes ukes seem shy and easily-embarrassed, and that makes me mad. *grr face* and I'm also glad that you liked the lemon and the fanservice~ :D and this lemon you wrote... show me, please~! I'd like to read it~ Of course I would take my reviewers into consideration~! What author doesn't? I'm glad you liked the humour, and THANK YOU for reviewing, as always~
xela44: Thank you~ :3