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Suggested Listening: Shelter by Porter Robinson and Madeon

Sound of a Heartbeat

Chapter Two: Care to Explain?

Daichi sat before his son's teacher. After a little prodding he managed to figure out the culprit behind the sudden question.

"Were you aware that my son had learned a rather," He inadvertently paused to try to fish for a word that'd suit its description best without verging on the obscene. "Colorful word in your classroom?" He'd give the woman enough leeway to dig her own grave. His patience in this matter had just hit its end.

The woman wasn't much younger than himself. Hardly in her thirties and bearing more perfume that forced him to lean away from the overwhelming smell. He thought Kazuki had been exaggerating when he'd told stories about how much his teacher smelled. Now he fully understood.

"Sir, I understand how frustrating it must be. However we cannot monitor every interaction between the students." She put on a placating smile as she crossed her leg over her knee. "It's natural for your son to pick up a few unsavory expressions from his fellow classmates during their break periods."

Daichi fought to remain calm. He could do this. It was a simple task after all.

"He didn't learn it from his friends." The man's tone grew a few degrees colder. "He clearly stated that he'd heard you say it after our parent-teacher meeting last week." It'd been something that she'd requested to 'get a firm handle' on Kazuki's progress prior to the official start of school. Now he was certain that she'd only done it as an excuse.

The teacher paled, "If I may ask, what word did he supposedly hear?"

Daichi kept a firm hold on his stoic expression, "It was dilf. He asked me what it was this morning." He purposely avoided how the rest of that conversation went. "Mind explaining why he told me that he heard you say it after our meeting?"

Her face bounced between a sickly shade of white and a bright red. Under most circumstances he probably would've asked if she was alright but he was currently too furious.

"Well I'm sure he must've misheard." She turned her head to the side.

Daichi narrowed his eyes, "Misheard dilf? My son doesn't even know what one is. So why would he suddenly know about it now?" His foot began to tap restlessly.

He hated this.

If Kazuki had just done something to get in trouble then that'd be one thing. He could handle that. But this? He was way out of his league. For a moment, he envied Kagome's ability to talk someone into confessing their darkest secrets. That woman was a pro at handling uncomfortable situations.

The teacher stumbled around her explanations. Using everything from his friends, to her intern and possibly even television to explain the word's appearance in his son's vocabulary. She did everything but confess to the fact that she'd likely called him that at the end of their meeting. He'd just answered Kagome's call at the time so he'd been distracted. Kazuki hadn't been though, so he'd heard it all.

"Alright then let me make this easy for you." He clapped his hands over his knees. "You get to be the one to have this little talk with Kazuki today. You're going to explain to him, appropriately," He shot her a withering glare. The woman shrank back in her chair with shame. "What a dilf is. He's not to use it in the future and I expect that you'll be showing our family more respect in the future. Have I made myself clear?"

Daichi wasn't in the habit of getting angry as much as he used to. He tried to keep his temper calm and even. But in that moment he was still seething.

The woman nodded vigorously, "Of course. I'll handle this situation."

He roughly stood, "Yes you will." With that he tucked his hands into his pockets and walked away.

That was not how he had wanted his morning to go. The man trudged down the brightly colored hallways. It was time to go to work. His first coaching lesson was in just under an hour.

Daichi sucked a breath between his lips. He just hoped that the rest of his day would go well. Suddenly, a child burst past him, screaming bloody murder with finger paint smeared across his face.

Somehow, that felt like an ominous foreshadow of his day.

Daichi collapsed onto his bed. It'd been horrible. The kids were all wound up. The teens had been uninterested and the parents, oh gods the parents! They'd just let their children run amuck through his training center. He felt the irresistible urge to scream into his pillow.

"This is just a nightmare." He said to no one in particular.

Delicate hands began to massage his back soothingly, "That bad?"

He felt his wife press a soft kiss to the back of his neck. A shiver went down his spine in reaction. He sighed to himself.

"Yes. You heard about what Kazuki asked this morning, right?" Daichi rolled onto his back. Kagome took the invitation to straddle his hips with her thighs. His hands instinctively went to her waist. In that second he realized that she was only wearing a night gown.

"You mean the dilf question?" She teased, trailing the tips of her fingers down his exposed abdomen sensually. His body readily responded to her touch. "How did you handle that, Dad?"

A cold chill suddenly went through his body at the remembrance of this morning's awkward meeting. He threw his arm over his eyes, "Please don't call me that. It feels weird coming from you."

She leaned over him. Her hair fell like a curtain around his head, "Aw but it's more fun that way. Besides you can't deny being a dilf."

He was sorely tempted to glare at her. Instead she gently grasped at his wrist and moved his arm away.

"After all you're the father of my children and I still want to." She pressed her lips against his softly. "It's your charm, you know."

Daichi closed his eyes. He wrapped both his arms around her waist and rolled them so that she was underneath him once more.

"Okay, I'm done with all the dilf talk." He began trailing his lips along the side of her neck sensually. "I think it's time we picked up from where we left off." His hands immediately set to work on trying to remove the negligee. He'd managed to push it up to her midriff before she dropped another surprise on him.

"You didn't answer my question." She tipped her head up to meet him halfway for another searing kiss.

Daichi grunted, "Because I don't want to."

Kagome wrapped her legs around his waist like a vice; preventing him from undressing himself. His brow twitched in subtle annoyance.

"Come on, at least tell me how you explained it to Kazuki. He was pretty quiet during dinner." That time he playfully nipped at the hollow of her neck.

"I didn't explain anything." He unwound her legs from his waist temporarily. "His teacher did."

His wife laughed, "You seriously made her do that?" A knowing spark lit in her azure gaze. "You totally ran from it, didn't you?"

Daichi no longer cared. There was only one thing he wanted to do and he'd be damned if he was denied a second time by interruptions.

"Yes." His answer was curt. He pushed his palms up the hour glass of her figure to try to remove the fabric more easily. "Now help me out here." He sighed when she refused to lift her arms.

A small smirk tugged at her lips, "Make me."

Daichi smiled. That was one thing he loved about her. No matter what she never lost that spark of playfulness.

He tipped his lips down to her ear, "Don't mind if I do." With that, he lost himself witting the warmth of her embrace.