Disaster Strikes in Threes

By: Shin Sankai

Author's Notes: Sorry for the wait, took some time off. Just wanted to say thanks for coming on another journey with me in a story I've created for Trifecta. Hopefully it was enjoyed in some way. And now for the conclusion.

Chapter Four:

It had been around 36 hours since emotional almond orbs had been blessed with steely blue ones finally snapping open and looking up at him. Kirishima could read sheer bloody panic and pain on his lover's face in an instant, not in the least bit surprised when tears had welled up in the salesman's eyes. Of course he could count the amount of times his younger partner had been overly emotional on the one hand, and seeing tears fall from the man's eyes instantly made his heart clench in his chest, knowing there was not a single thing he could do to ease the pain.

Since Yokozawa had woken from his coma, much to his utmost relief, he'd been so weak during it all that he'd been in and out of consciousness. During that entire time, Kirishima had refused to leave his side. Of course he rang his parents, advising them of Yokozawa's condition, they too were overjoyed at the news and had rushed to the hospital to visit, but the man was sleeping when they arrived. However it was still such a relief to see that overtime a number of the tubes had been removed and the man lay in bed with only a couple drips in his arm and also an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose.

When the specialists and nurses had stabilised Yokozawa, Kirishima had quite a back and forth conversation with his daughter, trying to convince her to go home with his parents, much to her displease. Of course she didn't want to leave, but in the end she finally relented. He finally convinced his daughter that it was up to her to pack a bag for her Oniichan, bringing him some clothing, which of course would all be borrowed from his closet, a set of new toiletries and any sort of knick knacks she deemed he'd like, to make his hospital room feel a little bit like home while he recovered.

Hospital staff had also gotten a hold of Yokozawa's family, advising them of the good news that the salesman had woken from his coma after they were certain he was now stabilised. His medical condition was still serious, but he'd been taken off the critical list for now. Kirishima wondered if any of his lover's family would make the trip to his bedside. He wasn't entirely sure any of the family would show up, now that his partner's father knew about them, but he didn't care. He and his precious daughter were more then capable of giving the salesman all the attention and love he needed.

A groan from within the private room broke Kirishima's thoughts, he stepping away from the window and walked over to stand by his lover's bedside.

"Hey," The handsome man softly voiced, peering down at the salesman who had pulled his oxygen mask off, it probably being quite irritating to him.

"What...time is it?" Yokozawa's voice was dry, raspy and it hurt to speak. He tried swallowing multiple times hoping that would help him.

"A little after 7 in the morning..."

"Work...late..." A chuckle escaped Kirishima's lips at the broken remark, noticing steely orbs narrowly gazed up at him.

"Trust you to only think about the office." Kirishima let out a slight sigh as he took a seat and then linked some of his fingers with Yokozawa's. "You're in hospital Takafumi."

"Hospital?"

"Mm," Kirishima observed as Yokozawa took notice of his surroundings, eyes stopping on the various bunches of flowers, get well balloons and cards on the window seal and resting on the bedside table next to him as well. Almond eyes followed his gaze to the cushioned chair near the window, a blanket strewn over it. The man was probably thinking just how long he had been here. "Tell me what you remember?" Kirishima interrupted Yokozawa's thoughts.

"Remember?"

"Like, for instance, the fire at your apartment building, how much do you recall of that?"

"A fire?" Alarm bells began to ring in Kirishima's head. When the specialist told him of the disease, he'd began to read up on it and found that memory loss was a possible concern and it appeared his lover was currently suffering from exactly that.

"Hey, you just concentrate on getting some rest alright?" The salesman nodded, not kicking up a fuss when Kirishima placed the oxygen mask back over his mouth and nose as he was asleep in literally seconds, the medications he was on knocking him out quick. Kirishima picked up his lover's hand, noticing the warmth of it now, compared to the bitter coldness of it previously and couldn't help but smile while pressing it against his face. "Everything will be alright, I promise."

Kirishima mumbled incoherently, eyes fluttering open as he realised he was hunched over, head resting on his arms and surprise of all surprises, his partner's right hand which he had been holding onto awhile ago was now fluttering through his unkempt hair. He found it cute that his bedridden lover appeared to be lost in thought while unconsciously gliding his skilled fingers through his locks of hair. It was like the man was petting him like he would Sorata, the fat feline being one of few things that gave the man comfort.

When a pained expression graced his lover's face, it made Kirishima frown and his left hand instantly moved from under his head, fingers wrapping around Yokozawa's wrist, feeling those very fingers stop caressing him and startled steely blue eyes locked with hypnotising almond.

"Are you in pain? Want me to get the nurse for you?"

Yokozawa shook his head, even if his body ached all over. "How long..." His eyebrows furrowed at his cracked and weak voice. "How long..." He tried again, coughing slightly as it hurt too much.

"Hey, don't worry about that right now." Kirishima rose to his full height, leaning over the salesman as he couldn't help but press his lips to his lover's forehead, watching cheeks flush slightly as he pulled away. "I know you have many questions, but talking hurts right?" He watched the younger man nod his head. "Just concentrate on your recovery." Kirishima glanced down at his lover's hand, watching as Yokozawa placed his thumb and index finger together, making the notion that he wanted to write something.

The businessman left the room, grabbing pen and paper from the clerk behind the desk and was back in seconds, sitting on the stool by the bed as he handed the pen and paper to Yokozawa. He raised the bed up, so the man was in a slouched seated position and observed him scribble away before turning the paper towards his eyes.

What happened to me?

"Its a long story."

I'm not going anywhere.

Kirishima let out a slight chuckle at that. "Your fat cat woke you from slumber, saving you from burning to a crisp in your apartment."

He's not fat!

"Sorry... To cut a long story short, a fire broke out in your apartment building. It spread quickly and you were able to escape with Sorata. Unfortunately the building is beyond repair and is set to be demolished once the police investigation is finalised."

Did everyone make it out of the building?

"Honestly, I'm not sure. My focus has just been you." Kirishima watched Yokozawa nod his head. "You woke Hiyo and I up, having arrived on our doorstep half naked during the middle of the night." Steely blue orbs blinked astounded at this news. "You were in shock, I wasn't really sure what to do for you so Hiyo and I wrapped you up, turned on the heating and we got you into bed."

You and Hiyo?

"Yes." Observant eyes watched as the salesman's darted away, the man chewing on his lip, deep in thought. He was probably beginning to freak out, over thinking things as per usual. "Hey," Kirishima grabbed his attention. "All we cared about was making sure you felt safe, warm and secure." Yokozawa nodded in understanding. "You woke the next morning feeling a bit better, though you had a persistent cough. Both Hiyo and I were very happy to see you up and about and she went off to make breakfast while you went and had a shower. I had to head off early because of a meeting I was running late for and I wanted to let others know what had happened to you. You took Hiyo to school, came to the office for a bit, but spent most of the day trying to sort out some personal documentation and stuff since you lost everything in the fire. When you returned home..." Kirishima paused, the salesman knowing he was hesitating.

Tell me...

"You found Sorata collapsed." Worry quickly rushed over the salesman's facial features. After all, everything that Kirishima was telling him felt like this was the first time he was hearing about it...and the fact something had happened to his beloved cat. "You rang me in a panic and then finally got him to a clinic. Sorata is suffering from smoke inhalation. He was placed under observation, his condition critical and had to be ventilated as he wasn't breathing on his own." Kirishima instantly stood, the salesman fidgeting within the bed, hands clenching the sheets as fear crept up into misty blue orbs. Kirishima quickly leaned over, taking hold of one of Yokozawa's hands while the other cupped his cheek. "Hey, take it easy. Sorata is doing a lot better now. He woke up, the medication is working and he's breathing on his own." He watched as Yokozawa closed his eyes and caressed his thumb over the corner of the man's left eye, wiping away a small amount of wetness. "He's a tough little guy, just like his owner."

Why am I here?

"Because you're an idiot." Kirishima watched anger flash in his lover's eyes, the wetness gone in an instant. Saying such a thing would definitely get the man's heart rate up, which was not a good thing at the moment. "Sorry, I just had to say that. You've no idea how worried Hiyo and I have been."

What happened to me?

"When we found out that Sorata's condition was improving, perhaps everything from the fire, you've lost your home after all, and to what was happening with Sorata just boiled over within you and your systems started to shut down. You couldn't breathe and collapsed in the kitchen. You wouldn't let go of me, you have quite the death grip in a feet of panic I must say. Anyway, I called for Hiyo, she got in touch with emergency services who stayed on the phone with us until they arrived and..."

What is it?

"When we got to the hospital, you went into cardiac arrest." The salesman's eyes widened at this news. "Hiyo and I just stood there, we'd no idea what to do for you. I've never felt so useless...so helpless. That hasn't happened since Sakura..." The Editor-in-Chief paused as he closed his own eyes, never wanting to feel such fear like that ever again. A soft caress of fingers glided down his cheek and he lifted his eyelids to look over at his silent partner, feeling himself tearing up instantly. "Please don't ever do that to me again." Kirishima's voice cracked as he ducked his head away, feeling quite embarrassed at how emotional he was at his age, but this very man had become everything to him and his precious daughter, so really, could anyone blame him?

"Go-Gomen..." Yokozawa croaked out, heart pounding at the raw emotion being shown to him by his usually over confident and cocky lover. Yokozawa listened to Kirishima sniffle lightly as he brushed his hands over his face, finally moving his gaze back to him, that handsome face almost set in stone as he continued on.

"You've got what is known as Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome. You weren't breathing on your own and so you were placed on Nitric Oxide, which can be quite dangerous. You've just woken from a coma which you've been in for nearly three days." Lips parted open in surprise, Yokozawa wanting to saying something, anything, but his voice just wouldn't come forth. "I've not been able to leave your side." Yokozawa had no idea the extent of worry he had caused his lover, but he did know that the older man hated hospitals and yet he had stayed by his side. It made his heart flutter at the realisation. "Well I did leave for a few hours, in order to shower and change my clothes, and sleep in my bed instead of that chair, but Hiyo and I were back by the morning. She ended up making bento for us, filled with all your favourite dishes, taking extra special care to make her tamagoyaki that you like."

She's such a good girl.

"She's been very brave throughout all of this. She was witness to when you had some sort of seizure in the kitchen, we not knowing what to do for you. We placed you in the recovery position, but she was very frightened and shocked when you'd spit blood from your mouth all over her hands." Yokozawa let out a shuddering breath at this information. "You probably find it a bit difficult to talk because of everything that's been happening and also, it turns out during your convulsion, you bit your tongue pretty badly, most of the blood formed in your mouth because of that." Yokozawa nodded in understanding. "She was also present when you endured not only your first cardiac arrest, but your second as well." Eyes were wide once again at this news. "When you feel better, please spoil her rotten just for a little bit due to her bravery." Yokozawa nodded his head, not knowing just how he could make up for the worry he'd caused the Kirishima's. "Ah, she's coming to see you soon. Along with Otousan and Okaasan."

I'm sorry I've worried all of you.

"All we want is for you to recover." Yokozawa observed the older man fidget in his seat and knew there was something else weighing on the his shoulder's. Before he could even write anything down, he watched Kirishima take a deep breath and turn his gaze to look over at him. "I met your father." And once again steely blue orbs widened as it was the salesman's turn to fidget restlessly within the bed. "The office has him down as your next of kin, so Shacho had to inform him of your condition." Yokozawa chewed on his lip. "Turns out your old man has been in town on business." Kirishima watched eyebrows crease, knowing instantly this was news to the salesman. "After some business, he came to see how you were, but we got into an argument."

Why?

"He voiced some things that I was not too pleased with."

Did you say unnecessary things to him?

"I'm not going to apologise for the way I spoke. They were my true feelings."

What did you say?

"You'll be mad at me...and I'd rather you think about getting better."

Zen, tell me what you said.

"Why is it that even when you write my name, but can't say it aloud, you still make me cave?" Yokozawa tilted his head at those mumbled words. "I told him...you were the one I loved." Heat instantly rushed to Yokozawa's cheeks. "Of course there were other things going on in my head of what I could of said, but saying you were being a nuisance to Hiyo and I...I just...lost it I guess." Kirishima took a quick glance at his partner, holding his breath as he waited for the man to explode, but instead the salesman was lost in his own thoughts, gazing down at his hands within his blanketed lap. "Takafumi," The light haired businessman got his younger lover's attention as he bowed his head. "I'm sorry I never consulted you and instead just blurted it all out. Look if you want, you can just tell your old man that nothing is going on, that its all one sided from me and you've not committed to anything and..." The Editor-in-Chief paused when he felt a slight tug on his hand, raising his eyes to see Yokozawa was silently waving him closer. Standing up, Kirishima leaned in, thinking the salesman was going to whisper something to him, but felt his own eyes widen when his button down shirt was gripped tightly and he stumbled slightly over Yokozawa as lips collided with his own. The lip-lock was over in seconds, but Kirishima felt heat rise in his own cheeks for once. "Wha..."

A knock on the door darted two pairs of eyes over to it as it was opened up. "Oniichan!" Both men found an excited Hiyo with Kirishima's parents standing behind her, they too with smiles on their faces. The youngster dashed over in an instant, jumping onto the bed and promptly hugged the salesman for everything that he was worth.

"Oi, Hiyo, take it easy will you?" The father voiced even though his daughter was doing exactly what he wanted to do. Instead he watched on, along with his parents as his precious girl sat back on the bed, sitting on Yokozawa's covered legs as she gazed up at him, her tiny hands cupping his face.

"Is Oniichan alright?" Yokozawa nodded lightly at her question.

"Talking hurts, so he's trying to keep it at a minimum for now." Kirishima offered as an explanation to his family.

And then it happened, the youngster burst into tears, instantly alarming the salesman as she sobbed openly in front of him, her father and her grandparents.

"I've been so worried!" Hiyo confessed aloud through her sobs, everything finally boiling over within her. His eyes darted to the tears within Kirishima's parents eyes which had yet to fall and then over to his lightly smiling lover who brushed a hand through his daughters hair while she cried openly in front of them. "I thought Oniichan might die!" At those words, Yokozawa's heart clenched and as much as it hurt to do so, he leaned slightly forward, arms circling around the youngster as he pulled her close, letting her cry within his embrace.

"Hiyo..." The youngster sniffled when her name was voiced in such a raspy broken way. "You've been...so brave." She continued to sob within his arms, her tiny hands fisting in the material of his hospital shirt. "Arigatou..." Yokozawa mumbled over and over again, until his voice finally gave out and then all he could do was rub her back soothingly, hoping her cries would lighten now that he was wide awake and she was able to hug him and talk to him.

It took several moments but Hiyo finally pulled away, face flushed in embarrassment as she'd cried all over her beloved Oniichan. She didn't know where to look, but she had no choice but to lock her big brown eyes with the salesman's steely blue orbs as he'd cupped her face with his big hands.

Arigatou... Yokozawa mouthed to the youngster. Daijoubu desu ka? Hiyo nodded her head, a smile breaking across her lips.

"Everything is better now that Oniichan is awake."

"Hiyo, don't you want to give Takafumi-kun this?" The young girl took the bag from her grandmother and promptly opened it up.

"I packed you some stuff, so it would feel a little bit like home while you were recovering here." Yokozawa nodded as Hiyo handed him a framed photo. He couldn't hide his smile as it was a photo from Halloween. Of course he was as grumpy as ever in the photo, though a little blush was on his cheeks. It was a precious memory to him now. Hiyo was dressed as a fairy, adorable wings and all while Kirishima had don black attire complete with cape and fake fangs over his teeth as he decided to dress up for his pleading child as a very handsome vampire, much like the ones in shoujo manga. Yokozawa on the other hand had refused to dress up, even if he nearly caved to the pout on Hiyo's face, she too wanting him to dress up as a handsome vampire like her father. Instead, sometime during the night he'd been "attacked" by the older man and a set of devil horns rested atop his head. He'd no idea where his lover had gotten them from. Kirishima's mother had taken the photo, Hiyo standing in front of them, a massive grin on her face while the older man had thrown his arm around his shoulders, dragging him into the family photo. "I also want Oniichan to take care of him for me, so he knows I'm close even when you are resting." The salesman glanced down at the adorable grumpy bear that Hiyo had placed into his hands. She had been shopping with friends and couldn't help but purchase the bear, she saying it was his "bear look-a-like" and as much as he hated to admit it, the grumpy expression was definitely one he could produce on his face.

"And these are from us." Yokozawa gazed up at the older Kirishima's as they presented him with a bouquet of flowers and a card. He was truly touched and waved them over, one hand encircling around Kirishima's mother's while his other went out to shake the older man's hand.

Arigatou... Yokozawa mouthed his appreciation to his lover's parents.

"You're looking a little tired, perhaps we should be heading off, so you can rest some more?" They all watched as the salesman shook his head negatively, hand reaching for the pen and paper as he began to scribble down his thoughts.

Please don't go. I'd like to catch up if that is alright. And even if I drift off, knowing that all of you are here, makes me feel calm and at ease, so if you will allow me to be selfish, I'd very much like it if you could all stay for as long as you can.

"Oh Takafumi-kun..." Kirishima's mother voiced softly while patting his hand sweetly. "You've definitely picked up flattery from Zen for sure." The salesman couldn't help the blush that rushed to his cheeks but felt his shoulders ease as the room filled with laughter. And then all eyes were on Hiyo, she still sitting on his legs as she decided to be the first to fill the bedridden man in on what he'd been missing for the past few days.

"Zen..." Almond eyes glanced over at his sleepy lover who had once again found his voice, albeit it was still weak and crackly.

"I really do so love it when you call out my name." The Editor-in-Chief grinned at his lover. "Do you think when you get out of here you could start saying it more frequently and not when you're sleepy, in shock or bedridden in hospital?" Kirishima watched the adorable man flush. He would never tire of lovingly teasing the man.

Did I fall asleep? The salesman wrote on the piece of paper.

"Mm, but we all stayed, just as you asked of us. Well, as much as we could that is. Otousan and Okaasan took Hiyo home about an hour ago, she wanted to make them dinner as well. She's decided to go back to school now that you are awake and on the mend. She said her Oniichan wouldn't like her missing out on too much of her schooling so she's going to catch up and hopes if there is something she doesn't understand that you'll help her as usual?"

Of course I will.

"Takafumi..." A light knock on the door interrupted what Kirishima was going to say and he stared over at the door as it opened up, revealing an elderly woman who only had her eyes focused on the salesman.

"Is it too late for visitor's?"

"Obaasan!" Yokozawa croaked out, sitting up a little straighter in the bed as his eyes were wide, just like Kirishima's as she hobbled inside, most of her small weight leaning against the wooden cane she used. "How...?" Eyebrows furrowed once more as his deep gruff voice gave out on him again.

What are you doing here?

"I've come to check how my Taka-kun is doing." Kirishima smiled at the adorable nickname the elderly woman had given his lover. "Your father sent word that you'd been unwell and admitted to hospital."

You've been unwell too, please don't over exert yourself because of me.

"Ah," The Editor-in-Chief voiced when the elder woman leaned over her grandson and bopped him on the head.

"I'm a lot tougher then you give me credit and no matter what is going on I will come to make sure you are alright. When will you get that through your thick head?" Crinkled eyes turned to the left when chuckling broke through her ranting, she gazing up and over at the dashing man standing at the foot of her grandson's bed.

"Ah, I'm so sorry for my behaviour, I didn't realise someone else was in the room." The woman's focus had all been about her grandson ever since she boarded the shinkansen several hours ago.

"Its quite alright, I know exactly how you feel." Kirishima voiced and then made his way around the bed to stand before the short woman, bowing as he introduced himself. "I'm Kirishima Zen, I've been at your grandson's side since he collapsed."

"Thank you so much for being here for him." Yokozawa's grandmother shuffled closer to her grandson, a knowing smile on her lips as she bent to whisper in his ear, albeit not very quietly. "Taka-kun, is this man your boyfriend?" Almond eyes widened, a slight cough coming from the handsome man as he'd heard it entirely and watched his lover splutter in the bed while his whole face flushed bright red. "Taka-kun, please stay calm, its just me here." Those words seemed to ease his younger partner in an instant. Perhaps long ago, the only family member Yokozawa had ever felt comfortable with and trusted was his grandmother...and with that knowledge he'd opened up, at least to a specific secret he kept hidden within, to her.

"Let me get you something to drink." Kirishima exited the room, the offering of a drink being part of the excuse to leave the two family members alone for a moment.

"Oh, Taka-kun, what on earth has happened to you?"

Fire in my apartment, everything is gone, but Sorata and I are safe. He's at a clinic suffering from smoke inhalation and it appears I too am unwell.

"Your father said you were in a coma?"

Yes, I was, but I hope I'm on the mend now.

"And who is this little guy?"

My bear-look-a-like, according to Hiyo.

"Hiyo? That is the young girl you sent a photo of?" Yokozawa nodded in affirmation. He'd sneakily taken a picture of Hiyo as she was making breakfast one morning, cutely adorned in her pyjamas, slippers on her feet and hair slightly askew and tangled. She looked so adorable he couldn't help it. "And she is your boyfriend's daughter?"

She is...but please stop calling him that.

"But isn't that who he is to Taka-kun? Would you prefer I call him your sweetheart?"

Hell no!

"Taka-kun?"

That'd make him even more happy! And he'd tease me non-stop!

"That handsome man of yours aside, perhaps we should discuss your condition?" Yokozawa nodded his head, a slight smile on his face as his grandmother tucked the sheets around his lounging form. She was still so motherly to him even though he was now in his late 20's. When she finally sat down, her eyes locked with his. "What does the specialist say about your condition?"

From what Kirishima relays, I've been suffering from Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome. I've been monitored around the clock, but the specialist has not come to see me as I've been in and out of consciousness. I assume tomorrow is when he'd want to talk, giving me 48 hours more of rest after waking from the coma.

"May I be present when the specialist talks to you?" The salesman's grandmother watched the man fidget once more. "I just want to make sure you are on the road to recovery. I also want to understand what type of home care will be required once you are discharged."

"Obaasan..."

"Taka-kun, perhaps you should come home with me?" Steely blue orbs widened at his grandmother's words. "You always did love staying with me in the countryside. You'll have peace and quiet and all the fresh air you require."

"I-I've brought you some coffee." Kirishima interrupted the elderly woman as he moved back into the private room. "Sorry to interrupt your conversation." The Editor-in-Chief handed the cup of coffee over, lips in a thin line, almost a frown as he did not like the idea of Yokozawa going anywhere. The room was eerily quiet and Kirishima thought it best he leave. "I should go, to allow the both of you time to catch up in private."

"Kirishima..."

"And I should check on Hiyo as well, make sure she's truly ready to return to school."

"Zen!" Almond eyes darted to the man in bed, hearing the desperation within the salesman's voice even though pain was vividly rushing across his slightly scrunched up features. "Don't go."

"Oi, don't aggravate your body, its trying to recuperate after the trauma caused." Kirishima carefully placed the oxygen mask over his lover's nose and mouth as his breathing was laboured. "Deep breaths Takafumi, just calm down and take in some deep breaths." His calm sensual voice appeared to be soothing the salesman, just like his expert fingers as he brushed them through Yokozawa's dark hair. After several moments, the salesman's breathing calmed and his eyes fluttered closed as the medication took over once more. Straightening, Kirishima turned his gaze to Yokozawa's silent grandmother. "I apologise, I didn't mean to upset him."

"That boy always makes me worry, for he never says what he truly desires." The elderly woman sighed aloud as she shuffled over and brushed her wrinkled hand over her grandson's forehead. "I guess he'll be out for awhile?" Kirishima nodded his head. "I should find a hotel to stay at...and then return in the morning."

"That won't be necessary." Crinkled orbs gazed up at him. "You are more then welcome to stay at my place."

"Oh my, Taka-kun has gained such a pleasant boyfriend."

"Err..."

"And perhaps a little bit shy like him if I refer to you as such?"

"Ah...well...I guess. It feels a bit odd...but not at all unpleasant, though I'm sure it makes Takafumi extremely embarrassed."

"Well..."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not offended by his reactions, I find everything about him to be very endearing actually. He can hide many things, especially from others, but knowing something about me has that kind of reaction, its very special to be apart of." Crinkled eyes quietly gazed over at the Editor-in-Chief who turned his own gaze to look down at her grandson once more. "I think what he doesn't really know what to do about is the fact I was the one to blurt out our relationship to his father.."

"I heard. My daughter, Taka-kun's mother ranted about it over the phone to me. I of course being the only one in the family not at all effected by the news."

"Because you are whom Takafumi trusts the most." The grandmother titled her head at his words. "He doesn't talk much about his family, but if he does, its about his beloved grandmother." Kirishima watched that cute smile which sometimes graced his lover's lips appear on the older woman's. So that is where he got it from. "Please, as I said before, you are more then welcome at my place, so allow me to take you home as you must be exhausted from your trip."

"I shall take you up on your offer Kirishima-san."

"Oh please, there is no need for such formalities."

"Zen-kun it is!"

"Ah, sure..." The handsome father was a little surprised she'd decided to call him by his first name straight away. Now if only his lover could be so bold and do the same thing.

"I am Mizuki Sakura." Kirishima paused in collecting his bag, turning to gaze back at the elderly woman. "Is something wrong?"

"Ah, no, please, follow me." The Editor-in-Chief lead her out of the hospital and hailed a taxi to take them back to his home for the evening.

The next morning found Hiyo up and dressed for school, her big brown eyes blinking at the elderly woman humming and making breakfast in the kitchen.

"You're awake." The youngster turned her gaze to her father as he waved her over, placing her in front of him as he rested his hands on her shoulders.

"This is my daughter Hiyori."

"Its so wonderful to meet you. Taka-kun talks about you in his letters to me." Innocent brown eyes glanced up at her father as he held a sweet smile on his lips, loving the fact his adorable partner secretly writes to his grandmother about his daughter...and hopefully about him too.

"This is Takafumi's grandmother. Her name is Mizuki Sakura."

"Ah, like Mama!" Hiyo turned her gaze to the elderly woman. "I'm so pleased to meet you."

"Mama?"

"Mm, my wife too was called Sakura. She died, many years ago."

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thank you."

"Can I help you finish making breakfast?" Hiyo hopped from foot to foot, excited at meeting another one of her Oniichan's family members...and this one seemed a lot more friendlier then his father that's for sure!

"I'd very much like that...and if you wish, I can fix your hair afterwards." The grandmother titled her head at the adorable giggle.

"Just like Oniichan, ne Papa?" Sparkling big brown eyes looked up at her father who nodded his head, excusing himself for a moment so he could take a shower. He decided he'd head to the office, to do a bit of catch up before heading back to his lover's side, also wanting to talk to the specialist to discuss the salesman's condition.

"Hiyori-chan," The grandmother watched as she placed a vase of flowers against her mother's photo before coming to stand back in the kitchen with her. "Do you like being with my grandson?"

"Yes!" The youngster voiced without hesitation.

"I'm very glad to hear that." The youngster wasn't too sure what she meant by that but grinned up at her as her wrinkled hand pat her on the head cutely and then asked her to make the salad to go with the fish and rice she'd already been preparing.

It was nearing 5pm as Kirishima hailed a taxi and requested the driver to take him to the hospital that Yokozawa was couped up in. He'd spent all morning in various meetings and then part of the afternoon with his staff, each one asking how Yokozawa was doing, they knowing the men had a good relationship. Just as Kirishima was heading to his last meeting, this one being with Isaka-san, he'd rode the elevator with Takano. Almond eyes had watched relief wash over Takano's face at hearing his friend had awoken from his coma.

Is it possible to visit him? The Editor-in-Chief of Emerald quietly voiced, Kirishima smiling broadly at the dark haired man. He'd be very pleased to see you. Kirishima instantly responded, knowing how much these two men treasured each other as friends.

In Kirishima's meeting with the President of Marukawa, he had assured the man that his staff were not falling behind due to his temporary absence. The Editor-in-Chief had responded that he was conversing with the staff via email and though he wasn't physically in the building, he most definitely wasn't lapsing in his own workload either. It wasn't the end of the cycle just yet, so he was very thankful to Isaka for allowing him the time off and had also advised the man that he would be returning to work now that Yokozawa had awoken from his coma.

Thanking the driver, paying for his fare, Kirishima exited the vehicle and headed inside and up to ICU. He bowed politely at the woman behind the counter, she familiar with his face nowadays and walked down the hallway. The businessman could instantly hear his precious daughter's voice.

"Your Obaachan made breakfast this morning, it was really delicious! And you know, she even did my hair for me, just like Oniichan does."

"Did you ask her to style it the way I usually do it?" Kirishima's shoulders eased at hearing his lover's voice. It was still a bit raspy, but he could now string together sentences it seemed.

"Mm, I like it this way. I can do it on my own now too."

"But you'll still let me do it every now and then right?" Kirishima leaned against the opened door as his adorable child was sitting on the bed, facing his lover, a big smile on her face as she nodded her head affirmatively at the man's question.

"And you know, your Obaachan was telling me how much you liked her okayu when you were sick. She said it was the only thing you liked eating when you were little."

"It was all I could keep down."

"She's staying with Papa and I for now, so I asked her to show me how to make it so when you get out of hospital I can make it for you." The youngster took hold of the salesman's hands, a serious expression on her adorable face. "Oniichan is coming home soon right?"

"Only if we allow him time to get some rest, so why don't we head off and let him do that, ne Hiyo?" He watched the two most precious to him jolt in surprise at having him sneak up on them. The Editor-in-Chief decided to interrupt the little conversation, knowing something was weighing on his lover's mind but thought it best to cut in so the man didn't have to make up any sort of lie to his girl, especially since there was the possibility that the salesman would not be returning to them after the specialists gave him clearance to be discharged from hospital.

"Ah, Papa, how was work?"

"Work is work." Kirishima walked in, a slight grin on his lips. "How are my two favourite people?"

"We're great! Oniichan, show him!" Hiyo prodded the beloved man as she jumped off the bed and stood by her father. Kirishima silently watched in awe as his partner removed the sheets from his legs and swung them over the edge. He took a few deep breaths and then carefully stood up on his weak legs, though his hand was still holding onto the bed for support. "How fantastic is that?" Hiyo proclaimed with great pride for her Oniichan, beaming up at both men.

"You're amazing." Kirishima softly voiced before helping the man back into bed, taking note of the cute blush on his cheeks.

"Its just the start of my recovery, baby steps is what the specialist said I need to aim for."

"And even if it annoys you, you really need to make sure you stick to them and not overexert yourself." All three in the room turned to gaze over at Yokozawa's grandmother.

"Hiyori-chan, how about we head on home, give your father and Taka-kun a chance to talk?" A pout formed on the youngster's face. "We can practice making okayu and there is also another couple recipes we can chat about and if you've the ingredients at home I can teach you them as well. Taka-kun was a little picky when he was your age, so I was pretty much the only one that could get him to eat his meals."

"Okay!" She darted over to the bed to give the salesman a quick hug and then did the same to her father. "Get some rest Oniichan and I'll see you at home Papa." Kirishima nodded his head and then gave a quick bow to his lover's grandmother for giving them some privacy.

The silence was thick in the room, but before the Editor-in-Chief could say anything, it was his lover who broke the silence. "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about what the specialist said to you. You've discussed after care with him correct?"

"The main thing I've been ordered to do is quit smoking." Kirishima nodded his head. "He's given me various pieces of information about joining support groups and such if I require it, He also advised that there are various groups which support people who've suffered from this disease. And also groups to support family members in case they need it too."

"Sounds like you've a lot to read though."

"I guess, but I've the time to do so at the moment. Due to my lungs being damaged, I'll need to take extra care if I ever have a chest infection or cold. Sensei mentioned that I may tire easily and suffer from shortness of breath too. Over time that may improve, but it may not."

"So vigorous sex is out then?" Kirishima watched his younger lover blush once more at his words and he couldn't help but chuckle. "Don't worry, I'll go slow and we can pick up the pace when you believe your lungs and body can handle it."

"He also said that I should ask for help if things get too difficult for me." The salesman thought it best to bypass Kirishima's comment entirely. He knew the man was trying to get a rise out of him. "I'm also meant to stay away from second hand smoke as much as possible so you may need to cut back as well...or you could quit as well?"

"Only for you will I do that. We can become each others support person through it too." Yokozawa nodded in agreement.

"Sensei has also given me information on pulmonary rehabilitation as it may be something that I will require. Basically I just need to take steps to improve my quality of life which will take some time, but with support from family and friends I'm sure I can do it."

"That's very good news. Oh, before I forget, Takano may stop by. I informed him you'd awoken from your coma." Yokozawa nodded his head quietly before silently gazing at his lover.

"Now tell me what you're really thinking about?" Kirishima let out a slight chuckle. There were times he really wished to hide his insecurities, but the man seemed to have a sixth sense about it these days and decided to broach the subject head on.

"When you're discharged, are you returning to the countryside with your grandmother?" Almond watched steely blue widen. "I mean I'd understand why you would. Your grandmother said her home was the place you enjoyed the most when growing up and you'd have endless crisp clean open air as well."

"Kirishima..."

"And Hiyo and I can come stay during some weekends if you want to see us. It also gives us the opportunity to visit one of the places you grew up in when you were little and..."

"Zen!" The handsome father stopped ranting when he locked eyes with his lover. "Why are you saying that?" Yokozawa began to fidget. "Am I...a bother to you and Hiyo?"

"Of course not!" Kirishima sat on the edge of the bed, one hand instantly linking with Yokozawa's. "I don't ever want you to go anywhere, but if the countryside is where you want to be, I won't stop you at all. Whether you are five minutes from my side or five hours from my side, my feelings for you will never change." Almond found blue wide open at his heartfelt confession. "Whenever I close my eyes, you're always there. Not having you at our sides, it'll be hard for Hiyo and I, but we would still want what is best for you."

"And if I choose to stay?"

"Then you'll stay with us. My home is your home."

"I never said..."

"Stop being so bloody indecisive and just stay with us forever." Kirishima interrupted his stubborn partner. "After all, you fell in love with us a long time ago."

"D-Don't be so damn cocky!"

"I'm not being cocky. I've been watching you, all this time, and for Hiyo and I...you are ours." The older man watched the younger man's cheeks flush. Kirishima brought up Yokozawa's hand and pressed his lips against it. "Hurry up and commit yourself to us. We'll never leave your side."

"Don't say such cute things that'll make me want to do you." Kirishima burst out laughing, his adorable partner twisting his own words around. The older man became a little surprised when the salesman brushed a hand through his unruly hair. "For a long time now, I've been thinking about what to say to Hiyo about us." The Editor-in-Chief blinked silently over at his partner. Looks like the conversation he had with him before his unexpected collapse was now going to be continued. "How does one explain what we have? What if Hiyo doesn't understand or accept it?"

"What if she does?" Kirishima shot back, hand rising to stop the one absently stroking his hair. It was a nice feeling, but for now he needed to be restrained and gentle with his partner and the petting was sending a nice little buzzing sensation to his stomach region.

"What if she doesn't? What if I loose the both of you entirely?"

"Takafumi..."

"I don't think I could ever get over the both of you." Kirishima's heart melted in an instant. For a split second he pondered whether it was the medication making his lover seem more honest, but the look in his slightly wavering eyes meant he was finally opening up his heart that little bit more. Yokozawa was finally entrusting him with one of his fears. This awkward man was so fucking adorable it took all of Kirishima's strength not to smother him in his kisses, caresses and hugs. "Being with the both of you, I'm so very lucky. To be a part of your lives, I could never ask for anything more. However, feeling this happy and content, it scares me."

"What makes you think we don't have those feelings and thoughts at times too?"

"I'm not saying you don't, but you and Hiyo have each other if this doesn't work out whereas I..." Yokozawa paused. He really didn't like sounding so pathetic and decided to change direction in what he was confessing. "You and Hiyo, besides my grandmother, are the first to accept me as I am. I know I'm stubborn and awkward and I know it can annoy you, but you still accept me. Even your parents have accepted me like I'm one of their own. That feeling, I never want to loose it. Being able to meet the two of you, being able to stay with the two of you, I've never been happier. So what if a day comes and you realise I'm not what you really wanted? What if you both stop liking me?"

"We don't like you." Steely blue eyes widened as large warm hands cupped his face. "We love you." Kirishima couldn't help it as he leaned forward and locked lips with Yokozawa. He didn't care if someone walked passed the slightly open door or even walked in! He needed this man to understand the burning love and affection he had for him. His heart thumped in his chest and ears, knowing that is exactly what was happening to Yokozawa as well. Pulling away, almond eyes fluttered open and observed steely blue do the same thing. "Won't you stay with us?"

"I..."

Clearing of the throat jolted both men as they turned their gazes towards the door where Takano stood. "Saved by your best friend." Kirishima smirked as he stood up. "Get some rest." He headed for the doorway, slapping Takano on the shoulder as he walked in to visit his best friend. "Hey Takafumi," Two pairs of eyes looked over at him. "Since you've been truthful, I may as well be too." He watched the salesman tilt his head in confusion. "Our girl already knows."

"What!?" The dark haired man shouted, hands flinging the sheets off his legs as he wanted to rush after the Editor-in-Chief but was stopped by Takano.

"Get back in bed!"

"But..."

"You've all the time in the world to get angry at him when you're fully recovered." Takano's words seemed to have worked as the salesman settled down. "I don't know what that was about, but you've got a pretty good guy there." The Editor-in-Chief of Emerald knew his friend was quite awkward about him knowing, but this was something he had to say. "Kirishima has been very worried about you. The thought of you not recovering from your coma..."

"Its alright," Yokozawa began as he half smiled over at his friend. "Its taken me awhile to understand, but I know I'm very lucky to have them. I'm also lucky that you and I can return to being friends."

"Its in thanks to him."

"Don't start, he'll only get cocky." Takano laughed as he took a seat, the two of them chatting randomly about this and that.

"I'm home!" Kirishima kicked off his shoes and padded down the small hallway into the living area, pocketing his phone as he'd just finished having a conversation with the Vet Clinic where Sorata was recuperating.

"Welcome back." He smiled at the elderly woman before gazing about the place.

"Where's Hiyo?"

"She's having a bath. She said after she got out she was going to send you a message as she didn't want to have dinner without you."

"Thank you for indulging her."

"Its my pleasure. She's very adorable after all."

"She certainly is."

"I sometimes feel like I can see the Taka-kun within her. He liked watching me cook just like Hiyo does, though she likes to get in and help as well. Taka-kun didn't really get into cooking until he moved into his own place."

"Sometimes when I watch the both of them, I can see a little bit of Takafumi in Hiyo, but she's going to be quite a beauty as she gets older, just like her mother."

"I hope you don't mind my directness, but how does Taka-kun feel about..."

"My having been married?" Kirishima finished off the sentence for the grandmother, watching as she silently nodded her head.

"I'm always going to love my wife, she gave me Hiyo and for that I'll always be thankful to her. At first Yokozawa was shocked that I was a father, I felt a little insulted, but it didn't take him long to fall in love with Hiyo. When we first got together Takafumi got angry with me, telling me to go find a new mother for Hiyo, but in the end, I don't need a new wife and Hiyo doesn't need a new mother. We've got Takafumi. He is who we want and no one compares to him. Our turning point was when he asked to come to Sakura's grave next time. It truly meant a lot to both myself and Hiyo. And he no longer feels awkward if I tell Hiyo stories about her mother too. She was too young to remember her when she passed so he actually encourages me to talk about her so Hiyo will always have memories of the mother she cannot recall."

"Taka-kun would make a great father."

"He does make a great father." Steely blue glanced over at almond. "Hiyo may call him Oniichan and I teasingly refer to him as being a Mama, but he truly is an adorable father for her. Probably a more serious and organised one then me." Kirishima let off a laugh at that.

"May I ask how your family feels about this?"

"We've not really come out and said anything, but my mother and father are really smart and in tune with everything that goes on. I don't know if they've voiced any of it to the rest of my family, but my parents are aware of Takafumi and I. All they wish is for Hiyo and I to be happy. My mother had a discussion with Takafumi's father, it got a little heated as she defended us. She told him she would never abandon Takafumi. Just hearing her say that, it was more then I could ever ask of her. I hope to one day express that to Takafumi, so he can truly understand that what we have together, nothing will ever break us apart."

"And your wife?"

"Well, one cannot expect to get a response from the dead, but she too is a Sakura and like you, she never had a judgemental bone in her body." Kirishima grinned at the grandmother. "Right before Sakura passed, all she wanted was for the two of us to be happy. Of course at first there was no way I ever thought that was possible. I was a widowed single father, fumbling my way through everything as I tried to raise Hiyo as best I could. During that time no one was interested in a single father and I wasn't really interested in finding anyone either. When I met your grandson, I knew he was in pain. Though my pain was different from his in a sense, I still knew what it felt like. I wanted to help him. Of course I never thought it would amount to what it is now, but as I looked at him, began to understand him each passing day, Sakura's words resonated in my mind. It was a shock to me at first, but now, having your grandson at our side, we are very happy. I just hope I can express that to him over time so he will understand. After all, I'm in this for the rest of my life."

"While growing up, Taka-kun had a tough time. Showing emotions, letting people in and letting down his protective walls, its something very difficult for him." Old and wise eyes glanced over at almond orbs as Kirishima nodded his head in agreement. "Please be patient with him as I'm sure in time Taka-kun will open up to you."

"If he wishes to open up, I will listen to everything. If he doesn't, it will never change the fact that he is who we want by our sides."

"Taka-kun is very lucky to have the both of you." Kirishima found a serene smile on the elder woman's face as she gazed up at his tall form. "I entrust Taka-kun to you and Hiyori-chan, so please take care of him." The Editor-in-Chief couldn't help it, he instantly hugged the woman, surprising her a little as she pat him sweetly on the back.

"I promise."

"Papa?" Kirishima let go to see his daughter holding a towel to her hair while gazing over at the both of them.

"Dinner smells amazing Hiyo." She beamed him a smile as he removed his jacket and hung it over the backing of the chair as he took a seat. As he began dishing out the curry, Hiyo sat next to his lover's grandmother and poured her a glass of iced tea. "I've got some news as well."

"What's that?"

"Sorata is allowed to come home tomorrow."

"That is fantastic! I can't wait to tell Oniichan tomorrow!" And with a beaming smile, Hiyo began chatting about her day.

Several days passed as the Kirishima's, plus Yokozawa's grandmother travelled back and forth from the hospital. True to her word, Hiyo spoilt Sorata every chance she was at home, not that the adorable cat complained about it.

Hearing about his precious cat and how well he was recovering gave the salesman a lot of confidence as he too was gaining his strength back each passing day.

In fact, Kirishima was on his way to the very hospital to pick the man up. He'd been discharged and was coming home to he and Hiyo. It was a day to celebrate and as much as his precious girl would have joined him, she in fact was organising a surprise dinner for the salesman.

Pulling up in a loading bay zone of the hospital, Kirishima got out and waved at his lover who was dressed in blue jeans, black shirt and an overcoat. At his feet were several punches of flowers and helium 'get well soon' balloons as well as his duffel bag.

"Where's Hiyo?" Yokozawa voiced while placing his gifts and bag into the back seat of his lover's car and then hopped into the passenger seat.

"She's at home waiting for you. I hope you realise she's going to spoil you rotten."

"I can do the same in return." Kirishima laughed as he pulled out onto the road and headed for home.

As soon as Hiyo heard the front door click open, she bolted from the living room and skidded to a halt near the entrance, a massive smile on her face.

"Welcome back!" She hopped from foot to foot, allowing her beloved Oniichan to remove his shoes and once he was upright she dove into his open arms instantly.

"I'm home..." Yokozawa squeezed the ecstatic youngster before she pulled away, her tiny hands gripping his.

"Close your eyes Oniichan."

"Eh, why?"

"Just do it." Kirishima voiced with arms occupied by the flowers and balloons as he toed off his shoes. "Indulge our girl alright?" The Editor-in-Chief winked at his lover, grinning when a cute pink flush crept onto his lover's cheeks.

Yokozawa consented to Hiyo's request and closed his eyes, stepping up from the genkan and cautiously made his way down the hallway with the youngster still holding his hands. His sharp ears could hear movement coming from the living area and then stopped when Hiyo asked him to.

"Open your eyes Oniichan!" When steely blue orbs blinked open, the salesman jolted when party poppers went off. He gazed around to see the room was decked out with balloons, streamers and 'welcome home' banners were hanging from bookcases. The coffee table and dining table had a mountain of food, probably the finest sushi and sashimi money could buy and then his gaze finally took in those that were standing around looking over at him. Kirishima's parents, his grandmother and Yokozawa's heart thumped heavily in his chest when his eyes focused on,

"O-Oyaji..." To see his father here was definitely a shock indeed. To think he'd come back, though he was probably convinced by his grandmother to come see how he was doing. The stern father nodded quietly at him, but all that didn't matter as Yokozawa dropped his gaze to the youngster at his side. "You did all this for me?"

"Hai!" Hiyo grinned up at him, her pretty brown eyes growing slightly wide as Yokozawa squatted to be eye level with her, his lips pressing a kiss to her forehead and then his large warm hands cupped her face, taking notice of her adorable blush on her cheeks.

"Arigatou."

"Mm..." It was so cute how she suddenly became shy all of a sudden. Instead of teasing her, something he knew her father would do, Yokozawa rose to his full height and found Sorata lightly snoozing on the couch. He pet his cat, ears flicking for a moment and then he pulled away as his attention was stolen by Kirishima's mother.

"Its so wonderful to see you up and about Takafumi-kun." She gave him a loving hug before handing him off to her husband who gave him a hearty handshake and a slap on the back.

"Its good to be home." The salesman was directed to sit down on the couch, right next to his feline companion and accepted a plate filled with delicious food from Hiyo who took a seat right next to him, her left arm linking with his. It was truly adorable that she didn't want to be even a foot away from him. It melted Yokozawa's heart instantly.

The dark haired businessman partook in a lovely dinner and a multitude of conversations, though every now and then his gaze darted over to his father who sat further away from them, the man silently taking everything in. Sooner or later Yokozawa would have to work up the courage to break away from the "party" and converse with his old man.

Several hours had passed and while Yokozawa insisted on doing the dishes, he was kicked out of the kitchen by Hiyo and her grandmother. Kirishima was deep in conversation with his father and so Yokozawa finally had a moment to pay his respects to his lover's deceased wife, placing a vase of his flowers next to her photo.

"Don't you think its about time you go talk to him?" Yokozawa turned his gaze to his all knowing grandmother and silently nodded his head. She squeezed his hand before joining in on the conversation that the Kirishima men were having as the salesman took a deep breath and stepped out onto the balcony where his father was gazing out over the view of the city.

"Um," It wasn't exactly the first thing he wanted to say, but it did get his father's attention as the older man turned to look over at him. "I know it was probably Obaasan who convinced you to come here, but thank you for coming."

"You are my son."

"I am also Okaasan's, but she doesn't appear to have bothered to come see me."

"She is still working through some things." Yokozawa was not an idiot. That was his father's way of saying his mother was not accepting that he was in a relationship with a man. The salesman titled his head, surprised that his father had made the effort to come. Was he perhaps willing to try and understand what he and Kirishima had?

"Your Obaasan said you weren't returning to the countryside with her."

"That's correct." Yokozawa turned his gaze to watch as Hiyo was picked up by her doting father and she sat snugly in his lap, conversing happily with the other visitors in her home. "I'm needed here."

"It may not be the open countryside here, but you've a nice home here."

"Thank you." Yokozawa watched his father scratch the back of his head, that definitely being something he did when he was feeling awkward and unsure about what to say. "If this is too hard for you..." Yokozawa began, but paused when his father placed up his hand, stopping him from going further.

"I'm not saying I accept what is going on, but I'm going to try and understand the decisions you've made."

"Thank you. I know Obaasan can be scary and like me, you can cave easily to her demands."

"I will agree to that, however in this case, after much thought, it in fact was Hiyori's words that brought me back."

"Eh?"

"I'm almost convinced she's gotten your outspoken behaviour."

"Oh?"

"She told me off."

"What did she say?"

"In short, she said no matter how I felt about you, it didn't matter as her and her father wanted you. To them you are family. Hiyori said that her and her father promised to always be with you and if I cannot accept or understand that then I was to stay away from you." Yokozawa's eyes were wide open in shock. "She of course apologised the very next day for her behaviour."

"Hiyo is not a mean girl and if she has a random outburst, she will inevitably feel guilty about it soon after."

"She truly just wants me to understand, just like her grandmother who defended you." Yokozawa tiled his head at his father's words. "You are very dear to them. Kirishima-san advised that she would never abandon you." The salesman was touched beyond words. "You've surrounded yourself with a very loving family."

"Well..."

"Just watching how you interact with the Kirishima's, its almost like this is the first time I've truly seen you."

"..."

"You were always guarded when you were a kid, never opening up about anything, but with them..." Yokozawa's father paused, trying to find the right words, but instead whatever he wanted to say was lost to him when he watched a small serene smile grace his son's lips.

"They make me happy."

The usually stern father wondered if his son knew he could show such an expression, but maybe, secretly, it was only meant for those inside the apartment and for once he'd been privy to a hidden facial expression of his son's. "Your grandmother and I can see that." The older Yokozawa cleared his throat, gaining the salesman's attention once more. "That little girl in there...she really loves you." Yokozawa turned his gaze to look back inside, noticing Hiyo was carefully carrying a cake to the coffee table. "Takafumi?"

"Mm?"

"I know I've not been a great father to you...and I can never change what has happened."

"..."

"Watching you this evening, with Hiyori, you make a great father."

"Oyaji..."

"Oniichan!" Both men turned to gaze at Hiyo who had interrupted them. "Ah, I'm sorry."

"Its alright, what's up?" The salesman was more then happy with how his conversation had gone with his father. It had not turned into an argument, so things couldn't be better for the two of them at this very moment. And hearing his old man say that he'd make a great father himself, it truly meant a lot to him.

"Obaachan and Ojiichan need to leave soon and so they were hoping you'd come inside and have some cake with them, in celebration of you returning home to us. I made it with your Obaachan, she said its her famous sponge cake you liked when you were little." Yokozawa's father watched the youngster walk on over, her hand slipping into his son's as she pulled him inside. "Yokozawa-Otousan, are you coming?"

"In a minute." He watched through the glass windows as his son was sat down on the couch once more, he picking up Hiyo as he sat her in his lap, taking note of the flush on his cheeks as he thanked everyone around him. Seeing his son looking so unguarded was a sight he never thought he'd be witness to. The dark haired father tilted his head when his hardened gaze caught the youngsters as she seemed to voice something aloud before hopping off his son's lap and she came jogging towards the opened sliding door which lead onto the balcony.

"Its not right Yokozawa-Otouan."

"What's not right?" He softly gazed down at the youngster, feeling something twitch within him when her tiny hand tugged on his. "You've to be with us too." She gave him a tiny lopsided smile and it truly looked like one from his son's younger days. He allowed Hiyori to pull him inside and leaned against the arm of the chair his mother-in-law sat in. All watched on as the salesman asked Hiyo to assist him in cutting the cake, his larger hand wrapped over her tiny one as they sliced the sponge cake, thick with sweetened cream and jam, into big slices for everyone.

Once everyone received a piece of sponge cake, Hiyo cheered happily, congratulating her beloved Oniichan on his return and for what felt like the millionth time that evening, Yokozawa thanked everyone.

Yokozawa exited Hiyo's bedroom, having tucked her in bed. All the excitement had exhausted her and she fell asleep relatively quickly, his "bear look-a-like" snuggled under the blankets with her, an adorable smile on her lips. Not long after his lover's parents had left did his father and grandmother. They were staying near a hotel close to the train station as they were both heading back to their respective homes, but each promised to keep in contact to see how his recuperation was coming along. Yokozawa's steely gaze found the outline of his lover leaning against the balcony railing, most of the lighting in the living area had been turned off and a lamp in the corner was all that was on. He stepped out into the cool evening air.

"You're not smoking out here are you?" He listened to a throaty chuckle from his lover as the man turned to look over at him.

"I said I'd quit for you, so I'm going to do exactly that."

"Then what are you doing out here?"

"Can't I have a breather?"

"Its quite cool though."

"Its not like I'm the one with damaged lungs."

"I'm fine." Almond eyes narrowed at his lover's stubbornness. "If I'm cold, I can always ask you to hold me."

"Are you sure you didn't drink anything tonight? You're being very open and honest with me."

"Is that bad?"

"Of course not, but it is something new for me to get used to."

"I was being serious."

"About what?" Yokozawa wasn't sure if the man before him was playing dumb or not, but took a deep breath in and then let his thoughts out in one breath.

"I'm cold, so hurry up and hold me already."

"Don't say such cute things that'll make me want to do you." Kirishima sultrily murmured as he stepped closer to his younger lover, keen eyes taking note of the light flush on the man's cheeks. Was it the crisp cool breeze? Or was he just adorably embarrassed at the moment?

"I'm game if you are."

"What?" Now it was the Editor-in-Chief who was feeling a bit shocked all of a sudden.

"You heard me." Had the salesman come out of his coma with a bit more gusto and boldness?

"What if something goes wrong? I don't want any other disasters, three is enough."

"You said you'd go slow for me."

"Well..." The man's heart skipped a beat as soft lips pressed against his own. In an instant his arms lifted up and held his dark haired companion against him, deepening the lip-lock until they had to break apart, both gasping for air.

"Zen," Yokozawa mumbled softly, tongue darting over his lips as he savoured the feel of the older man's against his own. It had felt like forever since they had last touched. Steely blue finally rose and locked with a heated almond gaze. "I'll take that key from you now."

"Only if you promise to always stay with Hiyo and I."

"Mm..." The salesman was pretty much assaulted by Kirishima's lips as he was subjected to another intense lip-lock before pulling away, his head fuzzy with desire and then suddenly he felt himself being lowered onto Kirishima's...no...their bed, his eyes darting about the room.

"How the hell..." The salesman began, but faulted when Kirishima cupped his face, the man resting up on his knees, bent over him. Merely seconds ago he'd been out on the balcony and yet it was like he'd been teleported to the bedroom by the Editor-in-Chief. All thoughts were lost to him when a very sexy smile broke across Kirishima's lips, it sending butterflies scattering within Yokozawa's stomach and got his heart rate pumping.

"Okaeri nasai, Takafumi..." The salesman suddenly felt ridiculously shy, almost like a blushing bride as his hand took hold of his lover's, linking their fingers together.

"Tadaima, Zen..." And lips fell sensually over his own, eyes fluttering closed and the mutual love the two men had for each other took over.

End.