Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I claim to own the wonder that is Junjou Romantica, a manga by Nakamura Shungiku, anime produced by Studio Deen.

A Past Indiscretion

A dark haired man who appeared to be somewhere in his early to mid forties with eyes that appeared to be black had called his two sons to meet him at the park nearest to his youngest sons residence. He had told them that it was both urgent as he had received a strange letter that they should all discuss. His older son, Haruhiko, had agreed to the meeting. It was however regrettable, that his younger son, Akihiko, had declined over the phone, but in the background he had heard his sons editor Aikawa demand that he go in case it was too important to miss. Besides that way she would be able to go through all his ideas while he was gone and they could discuss them when he returned.

That was how he found himself sitting on a bench across from Akihiko, Haruhiko standing to the side of the bench where he himself sat.

"Father, what is the reason of this meeting?" Asked his dark haired twenty-two year old son.

Fuyuhiko let out a short breath, disentangling his legs as he pulled out from his back pocket a folded up letter. He slowly unraveled it.

"It is this letter, which I received it appears that we have another relation."

The two young men stared at their father, whom neither seemed to be all that fond of, though Fuyuhiko loved them both. He truly had not been a great father as he was always off on some business trip, neglecting them and Akihiko was in Teito University, but living alone and earning a living through his fantasy world. Haruhiko on the other hand was taking over some of his duties for the Usami's company. It was his greatest regret, that he had never formed a better bond between them.

Akihiko, "Are you going to read it or not?" He frowned, "I'll be going home if not, I do not appreciate being dragged out by something that isn't as important as you tried to make it sound."

Haruhiko shot daggers at his younger silvery haired brother. However both their gazes were riveted as their father began to speak.

Fuyuhiko coughed slightly, shaking the paper between his hands. "Well this is important, so I'll read you the contents and tell you what decision I've drawn."

The two young men waited, listening intently as the older man read the letter he'd received by three days ago.

To: Usami Fuyuhiko,

Fuyuhiko, I have finally come to realize that I should have told you this ages ago,but to my shame I was never able to do so, for I simply wished to forget that one night where I lost my sanity. That night the pair of us were each looking for an outlet some seventeen years ago. I never until now was able to tell you what that single night, that single moment resulted in, for it was a night of shame I have regretted and too I have regretted this. I only wanted to forget that night and you. However for nine long grueling months I was unable to do so, and only when I had wrapped the child in a blanket and set him on the doorsteps of the Kusama orphanage was I able to forget or at least I had deluded myself into believing that I would never remember.

I delivered him one day and gave him up the next. I can still remember though, his hair as pitch-black as yours had been then. Though his eyes, they looked as though they'd turn a brilliant shade of the deepest ocean blue. The day I gave him up the place was beset by a typhoon and I hid down in a subway station among other passengers waiting for it to end. I'll never know if he survived, but even then I cried.

Perhaps it is true, that when one is on their deathbed all the dirty little hidden secrets surface. If he were, if he is still alive even now, I hope that you would find him and give him the albums and the video tapes that I've sent, the letters to him that could never reach him for I knew not where he was. Perhaps he - still is at the Kusama Orphanage, but I have ever been a coward in case I learned for sure that he had been caught in the typhoon.

For him, despite never knowing, I have saved up so much and wish him to have it. He'll be of college age soon and I hope it will help to alleviate those costs and whatever is leftover he'll be able to use.

Let him know that his mother is a heartless coward, but that even so I was able to love him despite myself, though I could never again hold him in my arms then, or now.

I truly am sorry, for keeping the knowledge of your third son from you, but at the time I thought it was for the best, for myself and for you.

~ Sincerely Hayate Yori.

While he had been reading it his two sons eyes had widened, both stunned and not quite sure what to say until their father was finished.

Haruhiko, "You can't keep it in your pants, can you?"

Fuyuhiko's own eyes widened, his gaze snapping to his sons as he frowned. "You should no better than to speak to your father like that. However this was only one incident."

Akihiko asked, "You have three sons from three different women, what do you expect us to think?"

For once both Haruhiko and Akihiko were in agreement, but Fuyuhiko wasn't happy about it as he stood up, pocketing the note.

"I've decided that I'll be taking a visit."

Akihiko, "At Kusama Oraphanage?"

"Yes."

Haruhiko frowned, "I don't like it. That child would be sixteen now wouldn't he? Whose to say he wont try to take advantage of you or the family Father?"

Akihiko only thought that his family would deserve it, if it came to that.

Fuyuhiko sighed, "If this boy is alive, he may have grown up at the Oraphange or in Foster families. He is however my son, your brother."

The silvery haired youth could only think to himself. 'I'll be glad if he's not like either of them, but if he is I want nothing to do with him.' He was sick and tired of dealing with his family members, especially his parents and his older sibling. As he thought he stood up.

"I'm going home then, let me know if you find him."

Fuyuhiko frowned, "You don't want to go with me?"

Akihiko, "Not really."

Haruhiko, "No one is going. Just leave it be, besides its already too late surely."

Their father sighed, "Perhaps you're right Haruhiko," though he had hoped that maybe there was still a little time left to be close to at least one of his children, even if he had never met this younger son of his.

Haruhiko fixed his glasses and turned, "I'll be heading back to the office then, you should return too Father."

"I will, I just want to speak with Akihiko," when Haruhiko stopped he said grufly, "alone." That had Haruhiko scowling as he left the park.

Violet eyes turned to black, asking, "And what is it you want to talk to me about?"

"I was wondering, if you would be the one to check out the orphanage, take your friend, the neighbor kid with you if you'd like. I hear there's a huge old library near there."

The young author frowned, "You mean, Hiroki?"

The older man nodded, "Yes, if that's his name. The one who belongs to the Kamijous?"

With a sigh Akihiko agreed, "Fine, but this is the last favor I ever do for you," and only because he was even just a little bit curious about this little half-brother of his, did he still even exist.

Fuyuhiko smiled and waved him off as he left, "Thank you."

As the young author turned he gazed ahead, thinking that he would have also invited Takahiro, but he still had his hands full with his little ten year old brother.