"You seem to be in a better mood," remarked Tezuka, quirking a brow at his smiling lover, Fuji, who was comfortably sitting on a chair with his camera in his hands. The brunette was humming quietly to himself until Tezuka asked, " Did something good happen?"

"I am also quite curious myself," Atobe joined in, putting the book he was reading on his lap to fully look at his youngest lover.

"Well, you see," the brunette happily started. "I went to the park and went around to take pictures and I met someone."

The diva of the four lovers raised his brow curiously. "Oh?" he responded and looked at the brunette expectantly. "And what's so special about this someone that put you in a good mood?"

There was a hint of jealousy that laced the silver-haired man's gone, but Fuji brushed it off and said, "He was a tennis player, which was perfect because I needed pictures for the sports magazine I told you about."

"Is that all?" Atobe asked, puzzled. Fuji nodded his head, smiling. "Really?" he inquired more. He and Tezuka were both looking at their lover questioningly, waiting for a more detailed reply from the younger male.

"He was really fascinating," the brunette answered honestly. Both of his older lovers flinched at his reply. "If you guys were to meet him, I'm sure you'd think of him the same way."

"I am not interested in anyone else other than my lovers," Atobe said with arrogance. "Nor am I interested in knowing more about this... acquaintance of yours."

Fuji chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Now, now, Keigo... I assure you he is nothing more than an acquaintance," he said with a smile. "Besides, you asked me a question and I simply gave you an answer. Was it wrong of me to give an honest answer?" he tilted his head with a questioning look.

The diva's jaw clenched at the male's words. He cleared his throat and said, "No, but I would like to say I am not pleased to hear about your interest in this person." The man narrowed his eyes. "I am sure Kunimitsu feels the same, do you not?"

"Ah," Tezuka responded minimally with a short nod of his head.

Fuji sighed through his nostrils, shoulders sagging. "But if you're curious, would you like to see a picture of him?" he offered, raising his camera. "I thought it was a nice scene, so I decided to take his picture."

Atobe sighed heavily and reached his hand out. Fuji got up and happily gave his lover his camera and waited patiently as the older male looked at the picture.

"You know," the brunette began. "I was kind of disappointed that I didn't get to take a clear picture of his face, but... I can tell you that he is an attractive one."

"It's a nice picture," Atobe said honestly, but his voice didn't show any signs of interest or whatsoever. "He seems to be a decent person." The man shrugged and passed the camera to Tezuka who willingly took the camera and looked at the picture viewed.

"He does seem to be," Tezuka agreed, staring at the picture thoughtfully. "Do you know who he is?"

Fuji shook his head. "No, but all I know is that his name is Echizen Ryoma."

Atobe's eyes widened in mild surprise. "Echizen, you say?" he muttered, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "From what I've heard, he is the younger brother of Echizen Ryoga, the successor of the Echizen family business."

The younger male's eyes snapped open, revealing his sapphire eyes. "You know him, Keigo?" he asked, surprised.

"Not personally," the older male answered. "But there's an upcoming party for Echizen Ryoga's son's birthday and my family and I have been invited," he informed them. "If it's okay with you all, I intend to bring you guys along with me to the party."

"I don't mind," Tezuka replied simply.

Fuji, on the other hand, smiled brightly and clasped his hands together. "I think that's a great idea!" he chirped, thinking of the opportunity of having to introduce his lovers to the beautiful younger male. It was absolutely perfect.

"Hoh," Atobe quirked a brow. "And I suppose it's because you wish to see this Echizen Ryoma? Have you forgotten about what happened with Sei-"

"Of course, I haven't," Fuji cut him off sharply, his eyes open and narrowed with a serious glint in them. "I simply wanted to introduce you guys to Echizen."

"And what for?" Atobe asked, disinterested. Fuji flinched visibly and couldn't come up with a reply. "I think I get the idea, but no. Whatever reason you may have, I am not interested in getting to know this Echizen Ryoma."

"Keigo," Tezuka said worriedly, looking at the troubled expression on his lover's face.

"I..." Their youngest lover spoke. "I understand," The brunette said, having no other words to say. Besides, even he himself couldn't understand why he wanted to introduce Echizen Ryoma to his lovers.

But then again... Why would he even want to?

"I'm home," a soft voice said to his ear. Thin but strong arms suddenly wrapped themselves around his neck from behind. The small action brought a smile to his face. "Is Rei asleep?"

"Yeah," the male responded, closing his laptop. "How was your day?"

The man unwrapped his arms from him and seated himself next to him. "It was so-so," he answered, shrugging. "I'm much more interested in talking about you, Ryoma." he smiled at him.

Ryoma smirked, his fingers twirling the emerald blue strands of his hair. "I think it might interest you, Seiichi," he said, causing Yukimura to raise a brow at him, looking at him curiously. "I met someone really interesting..."

"Really?" there was a mysterious glint in the man's eyes, which Ryoma recognized was jealousy. The thought of jealous Yukimura only tempted him to tease the man more. "Who was it?"

Ryoma hummed, resting his chin on his hand. A mischievous smile was playing on the younger male's lips. "I think you can guess who," he said slyly. "Light brown hair and bright blue eyes."

Yukimura's eyes widened in shock. "Syusuke," he muttered, his fists visibly clenching in lap.

"Interesting man, he is," Ryoma told him, inspecting his nails with a thoughtful expression.

"Did he say something?" The bluenette inquired with a wary look in his narrowed eyes.

"Said he wanted to meet me again," the golden-eyed male replied in a pretend absent-minded tone of voice. "You know, I think he might be interested in me."

Yukimura's expression was blank. He didn't know whether he should react badly about it or not since he loved Fuji, but he also loved Ryoma. "Is that so..?" was all he could say for the lack of words.

"You're not jealous, are you?" Ryoma smirked, blinking his eyes at the man innocently like a child. "I kind of implied that maybe I'll be seeing him again."

Yukimura's lips extended into a smile. "Did you think I would be?" he challenged, running his fingers through his wavy locks. "Haven't I told you before I wanted to introduce you to my lovers? I thought an addition wouldn't be too bad."

Ryoma bristled at the nonchalance in the older male's words. His eyes narrowed and hands balled into tight fists. "And I told you I wasn't interested, didn't I?" he half-growled, eyes burning with building rage.

"I tried." The bluenette shrugged.

"And you failed," Ryoma grinned wryly.

"Do you think badly of my lovers?" Yukimura glared at the younger male. He knew his lovers and deep inside they were such kind-hearted people. It saddened him to think that some people thought badly of his lovers.

"Former lovers, Seiichi," the male reminded him. "From what I remember, you guys broke up."

"Thank you for reliving me of that memory," Yukimura nearly snapped, creasing his forehead. "But I don't think I ever asked you to remind me nor do I needed to be."

"I don't think badly of them," answered Ryoma flatly. "I just wanted to know," he gazed deeply into the man's amethyst orbs. "Do you regret... us...?"

Yukimura froze. He blinked at his lover who stared intensely into his eyes. Sighing deeply, he honestly replied, "At first, I did. Half of me regretted being with you, but the other half of me didn't. Whenever I think of Rei, I remember how happy I was when he was born," he closed his eyes and placed his hand on his chest, smiling as he continued, "I wouldn't ever want to replace that moment with anything in the world."

"I see," Ryoma muttered, looking away from the man and staring blankly into space. "I didn't expect to be a father," he thought aloud.

"Neither did I," Yukimura chuckled softly. "Since I could never imagine myself with a woman, but... When you told me you were expecting, I was really shocked. I never thought such a thing could happen," he sighed, shaking his head fondly at the memory. "When I first saw Rei, our son, my heart melted," he smiled sweetly as he thought of their son. "I've never seen a more beautiful sight. He looked exactly like me, but he had your eyes."

"I could've hidden him from you and run away."

"But you didn't," Yukimira interjected. "You made me a part of his life and I'm grateful for it." He smiled at his lover, eyes shining with a love so deep and passionate.

"Don't get too many ideas," Ryoma snorted, turning his head to look at his lover. "I only did what I thought was right. You're Rei's father. Hiding him from you, I thought, would be wrong of me to do. Plus, he needs another parent to take care of him."

Yukimura's lip twitched. "You're just saying that because you're too embarrassed to say you care."

The younger male's cheeks flushed bright red. "Don't think so highly of yourself."

"It's cute that you meeting Syusuke would make me jealous," the bluenette teased, causing a darker blush to color his lover's cheeks. "But if you're interested in him, I don't mind. -"

"Oh, shut up," Ryoma cut him off and shot him a glare, still with an awfully red face. "Besides, he isn't all that interesting." Yukimura arched a brow. "I simply thought it'd be fun to tease him since he's the one who's got all interested in me," the younger male sassed, running his fingers through his hair in a manner that reminded the other male of Atobe, which made him smile. Waves of nostalgia washed over him as he thought of all the arrogant moments of Atobe.

"Well, now... I didn't know you were one to play with hearts, Ryoma," Yukimura teased again, but Ryoma was unfazed by his words. "But knowing Syusuke, I'm pretty sure he'll find a way to charm you into-"

Ryoma broke into sniggers, shaking his head. "No way," he said in between his sniggering. "Besides," he cleared his throat. "Poor little Syusuke will have to have his heart broken because I'm already with someone." A rare, affectionate smile appeared on the male's lips as he looked straight into his lover's amethyst orbs.

"That, you are," Yukimura agreed, amused by the sudden show of affection.