O Gods of Fanfiction, I offer this chapter and ask in return that I stop cramping, plz.

There just doesn't seem any reason to hold this back. I don't wait for reviews, though of course they make me happy! If you read and enjoyed this, I'd love to know, but don't feel like you have to. I read stuff all the time and can't think of a THING to say.

What follows hurt? Comfort! Let's see if DaiTakumi get a happy ending.

Arigatou gozaimasu, puppets.

UNTOUCHABLE
Chapter 16

Takumi was calmed enough by the medication he was given to allow an exam, though he would only consent if Daisuke stayed and held his hand. He was undamaged internally, though his arms and lower legs were all bruised and he had sprained his ankle when he kicked Nabeto. Tetsuya stood outside the door, where he could often look in, and spoke to the police. Expecting at any moment to be arrested or thrown out, Daisuke held and stroked Takumi's hand. He softly whispered love in English until the boy's eyes tiredly closed.

"Poor baby," a young nurse said as she adjusted his IV. "You two are cute, though."

Daisuke smiled tightly. "How long with he have to stay?"

"Probably a day, if that. We need to get some fluids in him, get him out of pain, let him rest. Then we just need to have him cleared by the psych department and he can go."

"He has a psychiatrist." Daisuke gave her Nobuta's name and number, and she promised to call him.

The knot forming in Daisuke's stomach had him feeling a need to vomit by the time the nurses excused themselves. When Tetsuya came to sit at the bed's other side, he found Daisuke throwing up into a bedpan, one hand still stubbornly holding Takumi's.

"Are you all right, Sensei?" the lawyer asked emotionlessly.

"Fine, thank you."

"I have told the police what happened. They will need you at some point to confirm. I would not have known where Takumi was had you not called me when he didn't. Thank you."

"Hayama-san - "

"Have you had sex with my son?"

"I - we - "

"I don't want details or semantics. Simply, have you put your penis inside my child?"

"No, sir. I had no intention to do so until the law allows him to consent."

"I suppose I should be grateful."

"No," Daisuke said in a heavy sigh. "You should be as furious as you are. You trusted me with your son and I broke that trust. I am so sorry."

"Would you do it the same, if you had it all to do again?"

"I would. I'm sorry. But I am in love with him, and you may have realized he feels the same for me."

"And there is a...relationship."

"Yes."

"How long?"

"From very early. Before Takumi asked that the study door be closed."

Tetsuya rubbed his forehead.

"I won't lie. Takumi and I have been...physical. Maybe the law says what I've done is immoral, but I chose to trust my heart, and his, because it's so strong, so capable of feeling despite the hell he's been through."

Tetsuya cleared his throat. "Takumi lets you touch him? He can handle it? He isn't afraid?"

"He has been, a few times. I reassure him and that's all he seems to need. Hayama-san, you've seen what I have these past months. You put me in charge of a terrified and traumatized child. Takumi is now a happy and confident young man. He's interested in a life and future he never thought he could have. I don't take credit for Takumi finding his strength, he's come so far and that's all him. But...I don't know if he would have done it without me, to be quite honest. Sir, I love your son and will forever. Whether I do it close to him or from afar...I accept that's up to you."

Tetsuya stared at his sleeping son. "He nearly fit in my hand when he was born. He was beautiful from the very beginning, but quiet, aloof. He barely cried, and so Youko and I seemed always to be tending to Naoto, who always had something going on, a scraped knee, a tantrum, a complaint from a teacher for talking in class. He was ill and precarious and could be gone at any time, he was so vibrant and alive.

"Takumi was like a little ghost. We always loved him, but we thought he didn't need us. He must have been screaming on the inside for years before I pulled Naoto off him. Youko's right. I finally looked at him and now I can't stop. I can't seem to see more than the little child I looked past."

"He loves you and his mother very much, Hayama-san. If he's not forgiven you yet, he's working on it. Takumi, I know, depends a great deal on the care and affection you give him. You are a good father. Here, now. The past can't be changed. Only made peace with."

"And I'm supposed to do that by giving him to you."

"Never so that you yourself lose him. I want your blessing, Hayama-san, because I don't want Takumi to lose anyone. If you ask or force me to stay away from him, I will respect your authority and decision. But on the day Takumi becomes an adult, I will come and ask him what he wants. If it's still me, and you still object, I will take him away with me, and I don't know what his relationship with you will be like from then on."

Tetsuya wordlessly and carefully took his son's free hand, and looked at the other, being held by Watanabe. Daisuke's fingers were smaller, closer to the size of his son's. They looked like they belonged together.

"Takumi...has been happier. He played his violin. He hadn't touched it since Naoto was sent away. I think playing made him happy, and he didn't think he deserved to be happy while his brother suffered."

"I saw him play. Takumi knows now that he deserves happiness and love." Gently, feather-lightly, Daisuke tucked some loose hair behind the teenager's ear. "I wished him joy the moment I saw him. I didn't intend to be such a part of his recovery, but having him has completed my heart. I can't regret it."

"You knew he wanted the blanket off. You knew you could calm him by holding him."

"I just know him. That's all."

"It's a lot. And you knew when I did that something was wrong."

"What can I say, Hayama-san?"

"Nothing. I believe I need to think."

"Of course. I'll let you be with your son."

Daisuke gently tried to take his hand out of Takumi's. The boy frowned in his sleep, whimpered, fought to keep hold of it. Tetsuya experimentally pulled his own hand back, and it was let go without a fight. Both thought they could feel the man's heart sink, but he put on a brave face.

"You can stay with him. I'll update my wife."

"Hayama-san, I really am sorry."

"I believe you," was the only reply.

"What a mess, baby. I'm glad you're sleeping through this."

One of the police officers quietly came in. Daisuke half-expected to be cuffed and led out, but the cop only wanted his statement. It seemed the officers were unaware of the relationship, and if they suspected, they didn't show it. Daisuke explained Takumi's failure to call, his bad feeling, everything that led to here and now.

"You must be close to Takumi-kun if he was using you as a cover to visit Masata Hiro."

"We're close, yes. What's going to happen to Hiro?" No punishment is enough.

"He'll no doubt get a deal if he testifies against the actual assailants, but we'll make sure he's punished. To lure his own friend into a near-rape..." The detective shook his head. "He's remorseful, it seems, but no matter. Hayama-san is out for blood. Were it allowed, he'd probably try the case himself."

He feels guilty too. Takumi, you're not hurting alone. Is that any comfort?

"Have you seen Youko-san? Is she all right?"

"Rather upset. Takumi-kun's psychiatrist just arrived, he's speaking with her."

"Nobuta-sensei is good, he'll be of some comfort to her."

"And you seem to be comforting the boy, if the way he's holding onto you is any indicator." The officer looked at him analytically, judging, but not without some kindness. "I trust you, as a teacher, are law-abiding and up to nothing I might find fault with."

"I have done nothing illegal, nor will I." Daisuke took a chance and let his heart speak. "I love him."

"I love him too."

They both started, and turned with smiles to the bed. Takumi was looking at them tiredly, with a weak smile of his own.

"Baby, how do you feel?"

"Fine." Daisuke gave him a look. "Kind of strange. Still scared, but better, kind of."

"The meds they're giving you cause some fuzziness," the officer said, getting up. "I'll send someone in to check on you."

As soon as they were on their own, Takumi urgently said, "Get over here while we can. I don't think I have the strength to grab you."

Daisuke pulled him into a kiss, conscious that they had to be quick but determined to comfort them both. After the kiss he held Takumi close to him, rubbing the back partly bared by a hospital gown, sliding fingers into the messy hair. Takumi seemed to be calm, exhaling soft breaths onto Daisuke's neck. When Daisuke settled him back, he gently stroked the bruises around his wrists.

"Does anything hurt?"

"No. I think my doctor gave me the same medicine after Niisan, it's the same light feeling." Strangely, the boy smiled. "He was with me, Dai-chan."

"Baby..."

"Don't look so worried." Takumi explained the slammed closet door, the shaking bedroom that had scared his attackers. "Niisan was trying to protect me. You don't believe me?"

"I'll always believe you. I'll happily accept anything that helps you, and you seem better than I expected you to be."

"I do feel kind of shaky."

The man who had earlier identified himself as Dr. Wareta came in, closely followed by Nobuta. "Takumi-kun, how are you feeling?"

"Better, just a bit fuzzy."

"Sorry about that. I want to keep you on the drip a little longer, but when I send you home with pain medication, it's up to you if you want to take it." The doctor checked his chart. "No internal injury, superficial bruises, mild sprain. Can I check your foot?"

"Yes, Sensei." Takumi winced.

"Okay, keep it wrapped for at least the rest of the day, and you can re-wrap it tomorrow if doing so feels better to you. How do your muscles feel, and the bruising?"

"Much better."

"Have you been getting any fluids besides the IV?"

"I had some juice before I fell asleep."

"Kept it down okay?"

"Yes, Sensei."

"Want to go home?" Wareta laughed.

"Please."

"Okay, if Nobuta-san here agrees, I'll let your father take over your care. Takumi-kun?"

The boy had started to tremble again. He looked at Daisuke, eyes pleading, and the tutor immediately offered his hand back. It was grabbed tightly, like a lifeline, and Takumi closed his eyes to take a shaky breath.

"Takumi-kun?"

"Wareta-san, better let me see to him."

"Of course. Page me if you need me."

Nobuta patted Daisuke's shoulder, then went to sit in the opposite chair. "Takumi, am I too close?"

"N-No, Sensei. I'm sorry."

"There's never been anything to forgive, Takumi."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Baby?"

"I hurt everyone."

"No, baby, you don't."

"I don't want to hurt Dad, but I want you."

"We have a bit of a mess," Nobuta summarized, observing them both with sympathy.

"Sensei, please," Daisuke said, moving to sit on the bed and slip an arm around the boy's quivering shoulders. "Do something for him, please."

"I can have them put compramin in his drip..."

"I don't want it," Takumi sniffled. "This is horrible, so I should feel horrible."

Daisuke pulled the teenager into a tight hug, helplessly, not knowing what else to do. "Baby, if I have to leave you, I swear I'll come back as soon as I can."

Takumi didn't want to make his lover feel any worse, but he couldn't hold back the tears. He recognized his father's footsteps and burrowed closer. Daisuke knew he had no legal right to do so, but he did his best to hide his boyfriend in his arms.

"Takumi - " the lawyer began gently.

"No! I'm not going, I want to stay here!"

Tetsuya took a physical step back, wounded by the hurt in his son's voice. "Takumi, I won't make you leave until you feel all right. I just wanted to check on you. Does anything still hurt?"

"No, but it will if you take him away, please don't..." The tiny voice dissolved into weeping.

"Hayama-san." Daisuke made his voice strong, for his Takumi. "If you want me to move from this spot, you'll have to summon the police."

"Let's all stay calm," Nobuta said worriedly.

Tetsuya ignored him. "I would be well within my rights, Watanabe-san. I'll decide what is best for my son."

Daisuke tried to force his anger down. "Enjoy the next four years, then, because he'll be with me after that."

"How dare - "

Nobuta stood up. "That's enough. Takumi-kun is my patient and he's having a panic attack. I want complete silence. Takumi, time out. Breathe."

Daisuke couldn't hold him still, the boy was shaking too hard. He rocked him and whispered, "I love you," and Takumi squeezed back so hard he risked further injuring his arms. The tutor felt no pain, beyond what was in his heart. It dragged out for several minutes, longer than the boy had ever needed.

"Takumi-kun, I know you don't want the compramin, but if you don't calm, the nurses will insist. Concentrate on Daisuke-san. Forget everything else."

A long, deep inhale. Quaking, the teenager focused on his breathing, did it loudly and deliberately, into the tense air, but also into the loving warmth surrounding him. Naoto's face popped unbidden into Takumi's mind, young and smiling. Are you still here, Niisan? he wondered. I'll be okay, though, won't I? Even if I have to wait for Dai-chan?

Slowly, Daisuke felt the boy's body untense and hang loosely in his embrace. He'll be okay, won't he? Even if we have to wait for each other? Takumi fisted the tutor's shirt and found strength in his hand, in the arms he had locked around his lover.

"Sensei." Tetsuya addressed Nobuta. "Do you approve of this?"

"It's not my place to judge, Hayama-san."

"Isn't it mine?"

"No," Takumi murmured, too soft for anyone to make out.

The psychiatrist spoke again. "If the law and what is right are the same thing. I'm not so sure."

"I just want what's best for my son."

"I know, Hayama-san. The question is, then, do you trust Takumi-kun to decide that?"

"He's sixteen, Sensei."

Slowly, Takumi drew back, and Daisuke steadied him as he sat up. He looked lost, haunted, pale and red-eyed, but he managed a smile as his face was cupped with warm hands. He looked straight into Daisuke's affectionate gaze, seemed to be absorbing strength or pulling it up from some deep reserve within him. He tangled his fingers into Daisuke's, held his hand, but without desperation this time.

"I love you," he said very clearly.

"I love you too, baby."

"Dad?"

"Yes, Takumi?"

"I like that we've gotten closer."

"So do I, son."

"I can forgive you and Mother, now, for Niisan. I know now I'm not broken beyond repair."

Tetsuya wiped his eyes roughly. "Of course you're not, Takumi."

"But Dad, I've gotten better because of Dai-chan, because I'm in love and being loved, in a way I didn't think was possible. My heart is mine again because it's his too. I can forgive you and Mother, and even Niisan. But...I can't forgive you if you make me wait to be with Dai-chan. Because then you'll be making me lose you, and I can't stand the thought of..."

His voice broke. He wanted to hide in Daisuke's embrace again, but instead squeezed the tutor's shoulders, and kept sitting straight.

"At least give me a little time to say goodbye. To Dai-chan now, and to you in four years, when I leave with him."

It hurt Takumi's chest to look at his father. The man rarely shed a tear and now his heartbroken face was soaked. Takumi couldn't tell where Tetsuya was looking, whether it was at him, past him, or at the child he used to be.

Finally, the man approached him, and the couple prepared for the possibility they might be physically forced apart. Instead Tetsuya stroked the top of Takumi's head, traced the path of his hair down to the nape.

"Sensei." He was looking at Daisuke now.

"Sir."

"You will not have sex with my son until he is at least eighteen. The study door will remain open during lessons, as will Takumi's bedroom door whenever you're in there. Myself and Nobuta-sensei will be watching Takumi more closely than ever before, and you too. I don't like your age difference and I don't like that you are my son's teacher as well...but I would be deceitful myself if I said I haven't come to like you. Please don't make me regret this."

Mouth slightly ajar, Daisuke quickly nodded. Takumi hugged his father so suddenly he nearly pulled out his IV; Daisuke had to grab his arm and caution him to be careful. Tetsuya squeezed his son and kissed the top of his head before settling him back down.

"Dad, thank you. This means everything to me."

"I've prayed you would someday be healthy enough for this. This is not how I would have chosen it to be, but I want you happy. And I'm not willing to lose you. But I expect the rules to be followed. I won't even attempt to forbid physical contact, but I'm trusting you both to obey the law."

"I promise, Hayama-san."

"Yes, Dad."

Tetsuya let out a deep breath. "I'd better go fill your mother in. Daisuke-san, I'll ask you to look after Takumi."

Daisuke lifted a steady white hand to his lips. "Gladly."

Nobuta had returned to his usual jovial self. "Splendid. Takumi-kun, I'll go get your discharge process started. Rest a little more in the meantime. You'll probably need to stay off that ankle, but I think you have enough people around to take care of you."

"I'll...have Youko ready the guest bedroom," Tetsuya said quietly. "I'd appreciate another pair of eyes on Takumi, Sensei, while he's recovering."

Daisuke covered his shock. "Of course. In his current condition, he won't be able to run from geometry."

"I just love happy endings," Nobuta said airily, as he followed the lawyer out.

"Dai-chan, am I still asleep?"

"If you are, so am I. Let's not wake up." Daisuke gathered him close. "It's a miracle. Maybe we do have an ally in heaven helping us out."

"I think...I don't hate him anymore."

"I'll work on doing the same." Daisuke lightly nudged the boy's chin. "I am so proud of you. You stood up for yourself and for me. You're my hero. Seriously."

Takumi leaned in and rubbed his face against Daisuke's neck, trying to hide a blush and reveling in the happiness he was feeling. He knew Daisuke had meant what he said, and had never expected that he could protect Daisuke the way Daisuke protected him. The boy dove in for a kiss, and Daisuke kept it fairly chaste, but filled with love, as all his gestures were.

"Maybe you can serenade me while your ankle is healing."

"I do miss playing. Maybe I'll start lessons again."

"I'll lighten your homework load if you need time to pactice."

"If that's a bribe, I can think of other things I want more," Takumi teased.

"Two years, and if you're ready, we'll do everything."

"I think I'm ready now...but you're right. We made an agreement with Dad. And you're right. I do still need them."

"And time, for old wounds to heal. How do you feel?"

"I can't believe Hiro...he was my friend." He had felt fine a moment before, but the sadness filled him up suddenly and spilled out his eyes. "This whole time, he was helping Hatake and he almost - "

Daisuke put his arms around the boy again. "It's okay to cry, baby. You've just been through something awful."

"But I've got you now and I'm not losing you. I'm happy, really."

"Me too. I'm gonna beat the crap out of that kid if he doesn't go to jail, though."

"Dai-chan, don't get in trouble. Especially now that Dad's okay with you."

Daisuke shrugged. "He'd defend me in court."

"But I wouldn't kiss you for a month."

"Okay, that's much scarier than jail. I'll be good."

A nurse came in to disconnect Takumi's IV and explain his discharge paperwork. She charmed him into taking a pill for his residual pain, and warned him he'd probably need to sleep for much of the remaining day. Daisuke helped Takumi into the clothes Youko had brought him, and lifted him into the waiting wheelchair. The tutor pushed him out to the waiting area, and Takumi stood up on his aching foot to hug his red-eyed mother.

"I'm okay, Mom."

She squeezed him tightly. "I'll have the guest room ready for Daisuke-san in no time. Sensei, thank you for helping protect my son today."

She surprised the tutor by hugging him, and further by what she whispered to him. "I've been rooting for you, you know."

"And I for you, Youko-san."

She understood. Takumi had not called her 'Mom' since he was a small child.

daimaodaimao

Two years later

"Stop flirting with my husband, jailbait," Tomo teased.

"I'm not jailbait anymore, and I can't help it if Kei's lap is comfortable," Takumi said with a shrug.

"According to my watch, you're jailbait for another ten minutes."

With Takumi perched on his knees, Keisuke was examining the boy's new ring. "White gold, very classy. Tomo made me give him a diamond, the hussy."

"Hey, you want a trophy husband, you gotta treat me like one. So you set a date?"

"I'm in no hurry," Takumi said contentedly. "My mom's all excited, though, she wants to plan everything."

"Let her," Tomo suggested. "Unless she's crazy like my mom and orders four cakes because she can't decide on one."

Kei laughed. "Hey, they got eaten, didn't they?"

"Except the carrot cake. That was mostly used for lubricant."

"Hey," Daisuke yelled from the kitchen, where he was cleaning up from lunch, "don't pollute my angel's ears with vulgarity."

Kei hmphed. "Don't I get points for not having an erection?"

Tomo rolled his eyes. "Only because I blew you on the way over here."

"Um, didn't you guys take the train?"

"And a taxi. The perv driver tipped us."

Takumi laughed, having grown used to his friends' dirty humor, and he rarely blushed anymore. As a young man in his final year of high school, Takumi retained his doll-like prettiness, but he was taller, less delicate-looking, no longer the easy target he once was. Men still stared, but rarely dared proposition. A cool look of defiance usually sufficed, and when Daisuke was with him, no one wanted to mess with him either. Just in case, the couple had taken a judo refresher course together, and Daisuke also attended the boy's violin lessons. Takumi was strengthened by both, as well as by him.

"Did your parents decide yet," Kei asked, loosely holding Takumi around his waist, "if they're following you to Tokyo?"

"No. They trust me to just be with Dai-chan, I think. They just said they'd miss me."

Tomo nodded. "You'll be busy, though, between Todai and spending time with us."

"I would like some alone time with my fiance," Daisuke called.

"Yeah, yeah," Tomo said casually. "But I'm not leaving till I get my promised ice-cream cake."

Daisuke dimmed the lights before lighting the candles and bringing the platter out. All three men sang to the new 18-year-old, who beamed softly as he blew the flames out. Kei resignedly let him go into Daisuke's arms, where he was passionately kissed, and then lifted and spun around.

"Happy birthday, baby," Daisuke said, and was echoed by Tomo and Keisuke.

"How much longer?" the boy whispered.

"You're officially legal in seven minutes. Time enough to have cake."

They all dug into the ice-cream cake. Kei promptly was hit with an ice-cream headache, which was cured, supposedly, by Tomo's tongue down his throat. Takumi thanked the other couple again for their gift, a certificate to an onsen in Nagoya Takumi and Daisuke were planning to visit that weekend. The Hayamas had been tolerant about letting their son have time alone with his boyfriend, and their trust had not been misplaced.

The rules were followed, but neither felt that their love life was lacking. Takumi almost never panicked at an intimate touch, and greatly enjoyed them. He had not been able to achieve a second full orgasm yet, but Nobuta continued to advise patience. In the meantime, Daisuke made sure he felt plenty of pleasure. Kei had of course not gotten his foursome yet, but Takumi had surprised them all by saying he would think about it.

Tomo frowned at the cake. "I tried to get the bakery to write 'Happy Dai-chan's no longer a pedo,' but they said 'Happy Birthday Takumi' would look better."

Kei was taking pictures of all of them. "Ignore Tomo. He's always testy when I make him wear a butt plug."

Takumi laughed, then began coughing. Daisuke had to pound him on the back to clear his airway.

"Sorry, kiddo," the surgeon said. "Do you need medical assistance?"

"I'm okay. Um...Tomo...what do you do if you have to...like...go?"

Tomo smirked. "Now you know why I ate so little at lunch. Eh, at least it's more comfortable than the cock ring. If you guys want one - "

Daisuke covered Takumi's ears. "God, Tomo, can you wait one more day before you corrupt him?"

"I don't really need one," the birthday boy laughed. "You know I've only been able to...once."

"Give yourself time," Kei said seriously. "Don't worry about it, it'll happen."

"Make Dai-chan wear it. Although in that case, you really need a lot of lube. Fisting helps too."

"What's fisting?"

Tomo raised his hands in surrender at Daisuke's look of warning. "Uh, I'll send you some videos. At a later time. Speaking of time, time for us to go!"

Tomo all but dragged Kei out the front door, both calling out a few last birthday wishes. Takumi waited till he heard the elevator ding, then pulled Daisuke close to him.

"I'm ready, I'm ready."

"You're really sure you don't want any candles? You don't want me to create a mood?"

"All I want is you."

Their clothes disappeared in a whirlwind of fabric. They got to Daisuke's room and onto the bed. Pillows fell as Takumi yanked Daisuke's welcome weight on top of him, begged him to hurry as wet fingers probed him. "Oh, right there," the teenager groaned. Daisuke always found it right away, was contented to play with it for hours. He never rushed, even now, though Takumi clearly was in a hurry. He was getting hard, and they always hoped each time would be the one, when Takumi would come for the second time.

Daisuke focused more than ever on stretching now, working almost his whole hand inside. Takumi arched into it, his usual innocence all wantonness and sexuality now, running his hands all over the tanned body covering him. His cock bounced invitingly, but he waved away the hand that went for it.

"Nnn, not yet, with you, with you."

The boy burst into tears when it was finally buried inside him, relieved and overjoyed and even welcoming the hint of pain. Daisuke brushed away his own tears and hugged Takumi until they'd both calmed a little.

"Okay, baby?"

"I'm ready." I'm happy, the glowing eyes beamed up at him.

"You feel so...God."

Words failed the erudite teacher. He slowly began to move, easing himself in and out slowly, only increasing pace when Takumi pulled at his hips. He pressed his forehead to his lover's, pressed their tearful smiles together in a heated kiss. The pressure, the occasion, Takumi's groans, and the wet trail of pre-come smearing his stomach drove Daisuke nearly over the edge, but as always, he would try to take Takumi with him.

He had barely taken it in hand before the boy let go, and what had been incomplete so many times was fulfilled. Takumi let out a loud cry, and he was spurting, years of repression spraying white onto their joined bodies. With amazement, Daisuke stilled his thrusting and stroked Takumi to completion. It took so long that Takumi's strength was gone by the end of it. He could only weep and smile as Daisuke reached his own peak, and filled the smaller body with a heat that pooled beneath them.

Daisuke found just enough energy to pull out and hug the dazed teenager close. "I guess," he panted teasingly, "it was me you needed all this time."

"I could have told you that," Takumi laughed softly. "I think I started knowing that the day we met."

"You were scared, but you forced yourself to take my hand." Daisuke kissed him. "Feel any different?"

"Not really. I don't think I could possibly be any happier, though."

"I accept that challenge. Think of our wedding day, and our kids arriving."

Takumi cried himself into a sort of half-sleep. He couldn't quite slip into full unconsciousness. His body ached pleasantly from the recent exertion, and his jaw from smiling.

The End
July 5, 2015
9:33 p.m.

I'd be very pleased to know what everyone thinks! Sorry if it seemed a little rushed, I was kind of running out of plot. I've never before had my posting and my writing so close together. I normally like to be way more ahead than I was. Was it okay?