I think i finally have something going with this! Plus I have a follower so I feel obligated to continue lol

Just to clarify; I don't like OC's, so ive taken random characters from random animes and used their likness. This isn't a cross over. You don't need to know anything about the characters in their original roles Ive picked them based on looks alone.. Kouki will hopefully be the only OC that has a major part. Hes loosely based off the looks of the cat kid in loveless, without the ears and tail of course. (Im sorry ive havnt actually seen it!)

Chapter 2

TEN YEARS LATER

Something my mother said to Maiko and I as a child comes back to me now, as I watch my shit covered toddler run naked through the living room, smearing his own feces on the walls; "I hope when the two of you have children of your own one day they're at least half as bad as you are." I realized now that she cursed us. The screen shakes and I can hear Riku's laughter filter out through the speakers. I watch my younger self, Hiro and Tatsuha, shield ourselves with towels, as we try to herd Kouki into the bathroom. We shriek when he gets too close, and this fuels him to continue to try and touch us. Tatsuha finally snaps the air with his rolled up towel and my precious angel runs away crying. I pause the tape. I've been lying in bed watching these old home movies for hours and I still can't sleep. I look over as the clock moves from 6:47 am to 6:48. Shit. Bad Luck is scheduled to be the special performance in tonight's Japan's Choice Awards show, we're nominated too. We've won tons of awards and played any ceremony show you can think of, but I can never sleep the night before.

6:54. In 6 minutes I'll have to wake Kouki and get him ready for school. I sigh roll back over and continue watching one of many failed attempts at early potty training. I watch my former self on television get the giggling boy in to the stand-up shower and hose him off; even now I can remember the smell. But what it doesn't show is that, I had to hire someone to clean and repaint my apartment; well what used to be mine and Eiri's apartment. Were in a different place now, with more rooms than we know what to do with, especially since Riku has moved off to college. God where did the time go? Somehow between tours, albums, birthdays and graduations, my boys grew up without my permission. I look over my shoulder again. 7:18. "Oh Shit!"

And so begins our normal morning routine. Were late, as usual, and we scramble around the penthouse throwing on whatever article of clothing that doesn't reek of body odor, because I forgot to do laundry again. I pop something frozen in the toaster, but it's long forgotten in our mad dash out the door. I kick Kouki out of the car just as his bell is ringing, and I manage to walk in to the studio at 8:45.

But something's off today. Even though it's almost expected for me to be late every morning, K and Suguru never miss an opportunity to give me shit about it. Today they're eerily quiet, so is Hiro. I'm curious and I want to ask, but I'm not stupid so I keep my mouth shut. Luckily I don't have time to blurt anything out. K yells at us to get to work from the couch. After he shot himself in the knee last year, he doesn't move around a whole lot. "I don't want any fuck ups in tonight's performance! He barks. I don't even know why he works with us anymore. Were national legends! I always figured once I made it to this point I wouldn't have to put up with his crap anymore.

We practice the same song non- stop all morning. This is unusual for us. We've never worked this hard for an award show before, and I'm beginning to think the four of them are trying at all costs to avoid conversation. As soon as we break for lunch Hiro leaves to pick up his daughter from kindergarten, since Ayaka doesn't drive. Suguru leaves to talk to Seguchi , which is strange because Tohma's car isn't here. We finally agree to just meet at the venue in 45 minutes. "And No Later!" K shouts. Even when avoiding eye contact with me he still cracking the whip.

So for the next 30 minutes I sit alone in my car and eat a greasy fast food burger. It's almost depressing in and of itself. The worst part, is that Im almost considered middle aged and I still don't have a lover to go home to. Don't get me wrong. I love my kids, I really do, but I still get lonely sometimes. I've never been able to keep a relationship for more than a couple of years, they always end up cheating on me, finding someone else in the spur of the moment, or... Well, whatever the reason, I'm tired of being alone. Which is probably why I'm so suspicious today, they're keeping something from me. I know it.

I text Hiro and ask if he's almost here. He doesn't answer; neither does Ryuichi, who I haven't seen at all today. Even Tatsuha's texts go unanswered. I can't help being paranoid, but then again they could all be busy. Maybe it is just my imagination.

As the day progresses, however, I know that's total bullshit. Every one, stage hands and celebrities alike, gets really quite when I walk in the room. They watch me like they're waiting for the axe to drop, especially after the host asks me to present the award for Best Novel Portrayed by Film. He seems oddly giddy about it when I accept, but makes a hasty retreat. The only person Ive seen from Nittle Grasper is Noriko, and she keeps ducking around corners. I've about had enough of the sympathy looks. These people are acting as if somebody died. I'm furious at this point but I don't get a chance to confront anyone yet, as a stylist drags me away to be fitted for my stage attire. Of course she plays dumb to my questions, as she picks at my eye brows. The last time I was treated this way was… no. I can't even bring myself to finish the thought.

Just my luck, as soon as I'm finished and my tight leather pants are crushing my nuts, I get a call from Kouki's principal. He needs to speak with me, In person. Wonderful. I turn on my heels and head immediately for the doors. I can almost hear the sigh of relief when I shout to K that I have to take care of something. Whatever, I'll deal with it later.

I burst through the doors of Kouki's school about 15 minutes later. I'm a little surprised I didn't get a ticket on the way over here. I hate coming back to this place, too many bad memories: the dirty playground politics, the near constant trips to the principal's office, and of course my fourth grade teacher telling my mother I'd never amount to anything. Well, look who makes more money in a month than the entire faculty does all year. Suck on that Mrs. Tanabe.

As soon as I open the door to the office, Kouki is sitting in chair bouncing his knees like a scared rabbit in a cage, and right next to him are his accomplices: Taira Yoshiyuki and Saku Yuji (1). They look like they're in much the same manner of distress. They finally look up at me. A mixture of guilt and shock flash across their faces. It's at this moment I realize I never changed out of my stage clothes. "Ah shit" I groan under my breath as I push my oversized sunglasses on top of my head. The secretary stops typing for a brief second to give me a once over, but I ignore her.

I'll admit. I'm a good looking guy for my age. I could be mistaken for someone in their mid-twenties. Every day I thank my parents, and my esthetician, for my youthful appearance. But right now, I'm a 34 year old father in a pair of severely low-rise leather pants, a tight black half shirt, and what I can only assume is a harness wrapped around my thighs and torso, standing in my kid's elementary school. I look like I'm either about to climb a pole or jump out of an air plane. I glare at Kouki, but it's hard to be stern when you look like a stripper. Thank god I decided to wait on make up until before the show.

In my peripheral I can see Yuji-san emerge from a small office, with Principal Fuyutsuki (2) in tow. When I had first enrolled Riku in school I was almost praying that this old fuck had died, or at the very least retired. Now that Kouki has him too, I'm positive that Karma is fucking with me.

Yuji-san looks like she could kill. Her face is beet red and contorted in to an angry scowl. I've only met the woman a few times. She never really walks her son up to the apartment, and I don't get out of the car when I drop off Kouki. She's always been very pleasant, so it's hard to imagine something could piss her off this much. I was hoping this was just a simple case of Kouki's big mouth, but apparently not. She storms over to her son and yanks him up by his arm. I almost feel sorry for him. Almost. I still don't know what they've done yet.

She turns to me, looks me up and down then points her finger into my chest. "You can corrupt your own children with your perverse life style, but you WILL NOT do the same to mine!" with that she shoves me out of the way and marches out the door. It slams shut behind them.

"Perfect timing Shindo-san. If you can follow me, please." When I look back over at Fuyutsuki, he's holding the door to his office open. My utter confusion must be written all over my face, because he certainly looks pleased.

"Have a seat" He says in that authoritative voice that I hate so much. I sit down in the revolting brown chair in front of his desk as he shuts the door. Their level of discomfort has me longing for the horrible contraptions Seguchi calls office furniture. He takes his place behind his desk and we stare at each other for a long moment. I notice that nothing has changed in the last 26 years. In this office Im still that "trouble making hooligan".

"What's this all about Fuyutsuki? You called me away from a very important rehearsal."

He smirks, and it takes every ounce of my control not to smack it off his face. "Kouki has already admitted to me that he stole these from his elder brother." He slaps down two magazines. The covers are adorned with a couple of nude wanton looking women. At first im shocked, then a little relieved, at least its straight porn. This could have been very awkward. "IF he would have received them from you," he continues. Then tosses down another. "this would be a much more serious matter Shindo-san"

The third magazine I immediately recognize. Its worn and tattered. Two men are in the middle of a very erotic act, as the pages lie spread atop the girly mags. This particular one was taken from under my bed. Sonova-bitch.

"We do not tolerate this sort of material here. Now we don't discriminate against parents who lead an alternative lifestyle, however we do not promote it either. Nor anything else of a sexual nature. You understand don't you?"

"Y-yes I understand" I reply. I don't know what to say to this. I am utterly embarrassed. "I will talk to him about this."

"See to it that you do." He scowls again "I'm afraid this may be too lenient of me but I am suspending the boys for the next two weeks. Their assignments are due via email at the original dates. I'll refrain from leaking this to press this time, but if this happens again I will report it to the authorities"

"Yes Fuyutsuki-sensei I can't thank you enough." I don't like to grovel but considering the gravity of what's happened, he's saving my ass.

He stands and makes his way to the door and I follow." I really hope I never have to see you in this office again Shindo-san" He presses the magazines into my chest, then flings the door open.

"That makes two of us" I reply. I slap my sunglasses back down on my face, and walk out. Without skipping a beat, I pick up Kouiki's book bag, fling over my shoulder then grab my son by the back of his shirt. Or my shirt, not only does the little shit steal my porn he also takes my clothes. I haul him to door as quickly as I can. I want to get the hell out of here before Yoshiyuki's mother shows up. I look back at Taira, who has the appearance of a man on death row. Poor little bastard.

Once outside I let him go and wrestling my phone out of my pocket. I start to dial Seguchi's number as Kouki's high pitched whine cuts in "IM SORR-"

"Save it!" I snap.

After a few rings it goes to voice mail. Fuck! Where the hell is everyone today?!

I throw the backback and the magazines in the back seat of the car with a little too much force. I get in the driver's side and slam the door so hard it rattles the windows. Kouki crawls slowly into the passenger's seat and gingerly shuts the door. We sit in silence for a moment while I try to get a handle on my fraying nerves.

"Look" I finally say. He flinches at my voice. "You're curious and that's natural. But you are far too young to be looking at stuff like that! The fact that you thought you could get away with bringing it into a school is proof!"

"I'm not too young! When did you start looking at those?" He accuses

"I don't remember!" I lie. Shit he got me. "And were not talking about me! Youre grounded, for the next month is that clear?"

"A month?!" He whines.

"This isn't up for discussion. Do you have any Idea how serious this is? You could have been taken away from me!"

He pouts, crosses his arms and kicks at the floor board

I sigh. Yelling at him isn't going to get us anywhere. "Kouki you have your entire life to go looking for sex, and trust me the outcome is sorely disappointing.—." I look over at his big purple eyes and wild black hair. He looks like he about to cry now, then it dawns on me what I just said. "Damn it that's not what I meant!" I counter. I rub at my face in frustration and lean my elbows on the steering wheel. I'm pissed off but I can't be too mad at him. This is my own fault. "You're only ten. I've lived 3 of your life times. Trust me when I say that you're still innocent. Hang on to that for another 10 years… or 20." I start the car and pull out onto the road.

"I'm taking you to Grandma's" I tell him after a few minutes.

"What!? You're not going to tell her, are you?" Somehow I feel I should be disappointed that my child is more afraid of my mother than of me, but I really can't blame him.

"And tell her that not only her own son but both her grandchildren are perverts? No that would probably kill her. If she asks you're sick" What the fuck is wrong with my family?

Back at the venue nothing had changed. People are still glancing over their shoulders and whispering when I walk by. I finally get a chance to corner Hiro at the refreshment table. He seems to be deciding, while looking intently at the sandwiches. I sneak up behind him and get as close as I can. "Hey!" I say, a little louder than necessary. He jumps and spins around. "H-hey Shu! You missed dress rehearsal. K's pissed. Where the hell have you been?"

"I had to take care of something" I say flatly "So what the hell has been going on today?

"Wh-what do you mean?" He stutters. He can't lie to me and he knows it so he's stalling.

I gesture to the small crowd at the far end of the table. The group trickles away while trying to remain inconspicuous. I lock eyes for a brief second with Yoshito Morozumi (3). He nervously grabs a water bottle and makes a B-line for another T.V. actor who's name I can't remember.

I turn back to Hiro. "That" I say.

He rubs the back of his head and looks around quickly. "Oh. Shit. Alright" He caves and grabs my arm. We duck into the massive double curtain off the side of the stage. Im immediately distracted by the velvety red material.

Hiro blows air out of his cheeks, breaking me from my moment of stupidity. "Okay" He begins " I guess it's better you find out beforehand rather than while its happening now that you'll be announcing it."

"While what's happening?" I ask, already dreading his answer.

" The category your presenting the award for. Well. Crap. How do I say this. One of the novels was written by uh …" He mumbles the rest.

"What? By who? Spit it the fuck out." I'm too impatient for this bullshit.

"By Yuki-san" He says cautiously.

"That's it? That's what this whole day has been about? Because, Eiri wrote another fucking book?" There's a rustle on the other side of the curtain. Someone is desperately trying to find the opening. After a minute, Suguru finally pokes his head through. "What the hell are you two doing back here?" He huffs out of breath, while giving Hiro a look.

"Its okay" Hiro sighs "He knows"

"Y-you know?" Suguru asks me. "A-and you're alright?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be. Its been 12 years. I'm not the same kid that would freak out by the mere mention of his name" I'm a little offended by their lack of confidence in me.

"Oh that's a relief" He says happily "We were all worried about how you'll react when you have to hand over the award to him. Well any way K's on a rampage he wants us on stage. Now!"

Hiro claps me on the back as he follows Suguru out.

Hand over the award? Last time Eiri was nominated for something I was sure Seguchi claimed it for him. If I have to hand it over to him, then he's actually going to be here. The first man I ever loved, and the first man to break my heart. I havnt seen nor heard from him since the morning he walked out on me and our son, and our first encounter in a little over a decade will be live in front of millions of people. Suddenly this curtain seems like the perfect place to spend the rest of the evening.

Crap. NOW I'm nervous.

1: Saku Yuji and Taira Yoshiyuki are from Beck: Mongolian Chop squad. Theyre in their late teens in the show but for the story's sake I made them 10.

2: Kozo Fuyutsuki from Evangelion. I was going to use Gendo Ikari but hes not old enough to be in a teaching career for 30 something years.

3:Yoshito Morozumi is also from Beck. ( good show if you've never seen it)