Author’s notes: Thank you for the small amounts of encouragement. I appreciate them and I hope you’ll look forward to each update I’ll make for this story.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Kingdom Hearts. You must eat it. It is a lie. I do not own the name Kayaki as well, since it is starting to become a fanon anyway. Sora’s default family name that is.

Warnings: Very, very big time jump. And a whole lot of confusion. And un-Riku-ness. Bear with the un-Riku-ness. XD

“Will there be anything else, Enjou-san?” A figure from the dark inquired carefully.

“No. I appreciate your help. Truly, I do.” A pause, before a smile. “The full payment is in the briefcase. I added a tip for your bonus service.”

The man opened the briefcase, admiring the neatly stacked yen bills. He mock-counted, surprised that the ‘tip’ was about 50 of the whole payment.

“Enjou-san is very generous. It has been a pleasure doing business with you. I hope to do so in the near future.” The man bowed gratefully, before picking up the suitcase and exiting the room.

Riku sat quietly, pensive at the information before him. There were various documents, neatly presented reports and stack upon stack of photos. He sighed slowly, calming himself as he recalled the events that had happened within the past week.

Chapter 3

Riku was aimlessly wandering the suburban area of Tokyo.

There were old style houses, new-style houses, apartments and condominiums, inns and houses for rent. The pull he had felt was outstretched in the vicinity, like a giant heart, pulsing waves of energy in the whole area. Riku could hear that beat, but he was unable to point out which part and what house could his beloved’s soul be in right now.

It was there, he knew it. Just there. So near, yet so far.

There were kids playing in a nearby river, some stalls that served food and benches that allowed a nice view of the waters.

His stomach growled, Riku frowned at that. He hadn’t made any progress yet. The anticipation was killing him, knowing he (or she) was there; but he can’t go on with his hunger pangs gnawing from the insides. I guess food would do wonders for his needs right now.

“Roasted sweet potater’s! Getcha’ hot, roasted sweet potater’s!”

Riku sighed, he hadn’t eaten much since that morning. Maybe some sweet potatoes would do good for a tired stomach. His stomach could do well with the Kansai man’s sweet potatoes.

He ambled towards the stall, being greeted by a blond, middle-aged man with a toothpick in his grinning mouth. His blue summer coat bore the name ‘Highwind’. Riku didn’t notice though, too busy searching for money to buy a potato.

“One, please.” A 100-yen coin turned up.

“Here ya’ are.” The dirty-blond man gave him a fat tuber, wrapped in a sheet of old newspaper. “100 yen, kiddo.”

Riku gave him the coin, muttering ‘thanks’ and judiciously started peeling the top part away. Steaming yellow…smells nice…Riku thought his growling stomach was starting to make him think illogically. He better eat now before anything else would happen.

“It tastes great, and uncharacteristically fluffy.” Riku said between bitefuls, squeezing a compliment in between. “For sweet potatoes, they sure are the best that I’ve ever tasted in years.”

And he was serious at that, mind you.

The man grinned back, apparently happy with the compliment. “You’ve got a sharp tongue, kid. I personally grow my potater’s. I’m proud of these babies.”

Riku looked up, a bit of potato on his check. “You have a farm?”

“Nope.” The man shook his head. “Backyard where I grow them. It’s right behind my bike shop. This is just my hobby really; selling sweet potater’s on the street.”

“You’re funny.” Riku grinned, offering his hand. “I like you. The name’s...Sephiroth.”

Riku spoke his alias silkily, earning no doubt from the potato seller.

“Likewise.” The man took the proffered hand. “Cid. The kids call me Grandpa Cid, so I don’t mind if you do the same.”

“Grandpa?” Riku raised an eyebrow. “You don’t look that old.”

“I spent the better years of my life smoking.” Cid shrugged. “That stuff makes you age fast, so don’t do it kid. I’m only 42 years old, but I have frown lines that make me and my father look like twins.”

Riku nodded, taking another bite of his potato.

“But enough about me.” Cid waved at a family before he turned back towards Riku. “I haven’t seen you in these part of the town, kid. You new here or what?”

“I really don’t live here.” Riku crumpled the newspaper with the peels inside. Cid pointed at the portable trash bin in his stall. The boy threw the balled up newspaper like a basketball.

“I’m here looking for someone.” He smirked when it slid in.

“Someone, eh? Oh, wait a minute…I have customers.” Cid excused himself as he greeted the family that approached his roasted potato stall.

“Welcome! Best sweet potatoes on the block!” Cid grinned confidently at them.

“Ooh! Really now, I guess we can’t let that pass us through!”

“…really, Iiwa-san! You’re such a hog!” A small laugh. “But if Grandpa Cid says it is, then it must be true!”

The family looked unimpressive. A father who was talking to Cid like they were close friends, the mother who carried a young boy in her arms (probably 2 years old), and the eldest son (around 10?) who was pushing a baby carriage with a rather petite infant inside.

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UUGH…

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It was like something exploded inside Riku’s heart, the feeling like his heart trying to break his ribcage open. The feeling wasn’t strong enough to pull him down, but it was enough to make him clench and clutch his left chest.

The eldest son glanced at him, storm eyes keen and observant. Riku gently smiled at him, pretending everything was alright. The boy shrugged, and looked away, turning back towards his noisy parents.

Happiness. Sadness. Longing. Hate.

Fear. Joy. Pity. Cruelty.

His heart was brimming with emotions that made Riku hurt.

He’s here! My beloved’s soul is here!

He turned towards the baby carriage, his aquamarine eyes beholding the sight of a sleeping infant with a brown tuft of hair. The babe was snoring softly, his hands curled up in security.

Riku felt happy. Words failedto describe the joy of seeing his beloved once more.

He momentarily took his eyes off the baby (his older brother was pointedly glaring at him seethingly anyway) as he made for Cid, with the hope that the older man would introduce him to the family.

His 100-year search was over…for now.

“Oh, Sephiroth!” Cid slung an arm around Riku, dragging him forward to meet the brunet man and the blond woman who will (he was rather confident) become his in-laws someday. “Iiwa-kun, Susuna-chan; this here is Sephiroth. Sephy, this is Kayaki Iiwa, and his wife, Kayaki Susuna. Iiwa used to call me ‘Uncle’ back then.”

“Sephy?” Riku mock-glared, smiling though. “Cid, you made my name sound like a girl.”

“You’re a pretty boy, anyway. I hate pretty boys, except you of course.” Cid snorted. “I should have been a pretty boy, if it wasn’t for smoking.”

“I’m not a boy.” Riku chuckled. “I’m a man, a father actually. I am 29 years old.”

Cid did a ‘WHAT?!’ while Iiwa looked stupefied and Susuna making a soft ‘o-oh…’ Riku turned away, a bit red, as if he was modest about his age.

All part of the plan, of course. He thought to himself.

“My wife passed away just a few months ago, when she gave birth to my only son. I’m actually looking for her parent’s house in this district, but I realize they probably moved away by now.”

Riku lied between his teeth, though it was an easy feat for him by now. He had lied his way in and out of people’s hearts and memories before, and he certainly can do it again.

“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear about your wife.” Susuna offered her condolences. “I’m glad you’re taking it well though. Most fathers who lose their wives at an early period end up hurting their children.”

“I’d never do that to my Riku-chan.” Riku shook his head, making sure to mention his name. “He’s all I ever have and I’ll raise him to be a proper, young adult.”

Susuna smiled at that, and mock-slapped her husband on the shoulder, telling him why he couldn’t be as sweet as Sephiroth was. Iiwa grumbled, muttering she should just go with Sephiroth. ‘Perhaps I will’, she said, rather haughtily. This earned him to panic and ask for her reconsideration, causing all the adults to laugh.

“Iiwa-san, I’m sure, is a very good father.” Riku said to his defense. “He seems so spirited and optimistic.”

Can’t hurt to try and earn cookie points right now.

The brown-haired man grinned. “Of course I am! If you have a lovely wife like Suna-chan, you’d turn out to be a great man like me!”

“Oh stop teasing him Iiwa!” She chided, despite her chuckles.

“Perhaps I shall steal her then.” Riku teased back, before noticing the eldest son’s glaring at him again. “But then again, the young master would be very mad.”

“Oh where are my manners?” Iiwa smacked himself in the head. “I had nearly forgotten to introduce to you my sons!”

“This is Leon.” He pushed the eldest son towards Riku. The boy earnestly bowed, but the glare did not falter. Riku merely raised an eyebrow, finding it rather amusing than vexing.

The young boy seemed to have an eternal glare fixed on his eyes. He had inherited his father’s brown locks and his mother’s steely eyes. Riku had no doubt the boy was going to grow those locks into an impressive mane.

“Oh shush, Leon. Where are your manners?” His mother scolded him, apologizing to Riku at the same time. “Leon is very protective of his family. Sometimes, he glares at visitors and family friends alike.”

Riku shrugged, not disturbed in the least. “I think it’s rather wonderful to have someone like young master Leon in the house. He seems very responsible, even for his age.”

Iiwa pointed at the boy clinging to his mother. “That is what we call a ‘Tidus’. It’s a rare specie of kids that cling to their mothers day and night.” The father muttered, a bit disappointed at that.

Susuna whispered, a bit of mischief in her eyes. “He’s just upset because Tidus never, every calls him Daddy. The only word Tidus knows is ‘Mama.’ This earned a laugh from Riku.

The ‘Tidus’ had her mother’s blond, spiky hair. Though the spikes drooped down a bit. He slept, so Riku couldn’t see the color of his eyes. Riku would surmise it to be blue, just like their father’s. It was rather impressive that the boy held on to his mother, even with barely any support. Almost like a monkey.

“Yes, well…anyway…” Iiwa pointedly glared at his wife, who just stuck her tongue out at him. “Here’s my pride and joy, hopefully he won’t be a second Tidus.” He snorted, “our little baby boy, born a few weeks ago. My heart and my life…”

“Wasn’t that supposed to be me?” His wife muttered back.

“Kayaki Sora!” His husband pretended not to hear her, pointedly ignoring her actually.

“So it’s big Leon, monkey Tidus…and little Sora.” Riku softened at the last part. “Wait…Sora is the only boy whose name isn’t foreign.”

“Yes, that’s why my idiot husband loves him more than the rest.” She snorted. “Sora was the only boy he got to name himself.”

“Hey, I gave you the first two boys to name!” He whined, pouting and all-puppy eye gushy. “Sora is Sora! That’s final.”

“No one’s arguing, dear.” She patted him on the head before she whispered back to Riku. “Of course, if it were me, I would have named him – “

“HEY! No conspiracies with the new guy!” Iiwa pouted full-blast. Riku chuckled at this, happy for Sora to be able to grow in such a very interesting family.

An over-protective eldest son, a clingy second son, an immature and childish father, and a headstrong, responsible mother.

“May I hold him?” Riku queried. “If it is okay with you.”

“Sure!” Iiwa all together gathered Sora from his carriage and carefully deposited him in Riku’s arms. “But if you drop him Sephy, Imma gonna open a big can of whoopass on ya!”

Riku merely smiled, murmuring ‘yes, yes’ softly.

Sora had woken up, immaculate blue eyes staring back at Riku’s aquamarine. Riku grinned, albeit gently. He raised the baby up into the sky, the sun bathing him in an ethereal glow.

“May the sun become your crown, and the moon become your light. May your kindness be as boundless as the sky above, and may your heart be filled with love evermore.

Sleep, and let the stars protect you. Breathe, and let the wind nourish you. Swim, and let the waters bring you to dry land. Walk, and let the earth support you.”

Sora had a confused expression on his face, before it turned into laughter. Riku grinned back, unable to hold himself.

“May you be surrounded by love, Sora. May you give your love back to the people around you. May you grow with the best the world can offer you.”

Riku finally brought him down, softly kissing the baby on the forehead. He carefully gave him back to his waiting parents, who were rather relieved to have the baby back in his arms.

“That was beautiful, thank you very much.” Susuna bowed slightly, teary-eyed.

“Yes, thank you very much.” Iiwa bowed too, slightly as well, since he was carrying Sora.

Riku turned towards the eldest son, who had now stopped glaring at him.

“Leon-kun, was it?” Riku stooped down to address the boy, patting the boy on the head.

The boy stood his ground, though he was listening out of courtesy and manners.

“Take care of your family okay?” He chuckled. “Especially your littlest brother, Sora-chan.”

“Even if you won’t tell me, I’ll still do it, Sephiroth-san.” Leon spoke with full confidence, like no ordinary ten year old should. The way he said it was full of eloquence and grandeur.

“Wait.” Riku pointed at him, slightly perturbed a preschooler could speak like that. “He is ten years old, right?”

“He’s six.” Susuna answered, wondering what was wrong. Iiwa nodded beside his wife.

Riku glanced back, more surprised. Leon reminded him of Taichi, a prodigy in his own right with business.

“I better leave then.” Riku muttered more to himself than them. “Riku-chan must be hungry by now.”

“Oh Sephiroth-san, it was a pleasure meeting someone like you. I hope our kids can meet Riku one day.”

“As is to me, Susuna-san.” Riku smiled back. “A pleasure for me to know you as well, Iiwa-san.”

“Don’t mention it.” Iiwa grinned. “Wait…do you have a phone number? We might invite you to go out sometimes. Bonding and what-not.”

Riku handed him a business card, making sure it only had his phone number and nothing else.

“Thanks again.” Riku bowed slightly, turning towards Grandpa Cid.

“Oh, and Cid, please treat them to all the potatoes they can eat. I held them up with their potatoes, this is the best apology I can give at the moment.” He whispered conspiringly, sliding a 1000 yen bill.

“Well, fucking pretty and rich boy.” Cid shook his head in amusement. “Should I keep the change?”

Riku nodded, chuckling. “You read my mind, Grandpa Cid.”

He said his goodbyes, Cid delaying the surprise treat for them. Riku did not need the incessant gratitude he would be getting from them. He had to go home and carefully plan out his movements for then next sixteen years.

When he was certain that no one was looking at him, Riku removed the long, platinum wig he was wearing, and stashed it away in his coat pockets.

“Good thing I chose to wear the wig that time…” Riku wearily scratched his head in commendation to his paranoia. “I had been expecting to see them, but not really see them and personally get to know them.”

“That Leon boy might be a problem for me in the future. His eyes tell me that he’ll remember me. Even without the wig. Perhaps I should set Taichi at him just to keep him busy.” Riku grinned at himself. “He’ll grow to inherit his family’s business.”

Riku had decided to give less thought to that. He had sixteen years of life ahead for him to prepare.

The Kayaki Fabrics financial reports were first. Riku had noticed the erratic pattern of profits and losses the company had. It seemed Iiwa was a fickle person of sorts; he never stayed with the people that either brought him money or disaster. The only thing keeping the company above water was its long heritage and reputation of sorts.

“Iiwa seems to be a man of no ill intention. He’s naïve’, yes, but naivete’ is a good trait for a healthy home. It’s not good to mix it with business though.”

He had shuffled through Susuna’s past records. Health care of sorts. She was a nurse when she decided to accept Iiwa’s marriage proposal. Her family was poor, hence she would spend out as much as she can for her family.

“She seems responsible enough to know when to stop though. No wonder the two of them make a good couple.” Riku shook his head at the insignificant realization.

Leon’s report came next.

“Kayaki Leon was the first born. He was rather lucky to have evaded the nuclear bombing, being born a few years after the fateful incident of world war two.

Radiation or not though, he’s smart for his age. A genius, as some would put it. Leon was qualified to be accelerated to grades a few steps higher than where he was.”

Riku raised an eyebrow at the next paragraph.

“But strangely enough, he refused to be accelerated and chose to take the normal course, step by step. His reasons, he mentioned, were his friends. He chose his friends over his studies. But he did not neglect from his responsibilities.

He was always class representative, top 1 in his grade school, and voted most popular.”

Riku chuckled at the rather too-stern face Leon had in the candid picture the investigator took of him. It made the boy all the more, cuter in a sense. The boy was far too mature for his age, Riku doubted the boy did not feel the same way he does.

Leon was growing up too fast even for himself.

Riku skimmed through the report about Tidus, the second son. There wasn’t really much to do anyway. The kid inherited his mom’s spiky, blond hair. Leon inherited his dad’s suave, chocolate brown locks.

And then there was Little Sora.

There was only one picture of the baby; it was taken while he was in the hospital’s nursery. The baby was sleeping, hands rolled into cute little fists, skin a bit red from the blood underneath.

Riku took a picture frame he had prepared and carefully set the picture inside. He felt satisfied despite himself, the picture looked good in his study table.

“Sora…Sora…” Riku rolled the name in his tongue, liking the way it slid so easily from his lips. “Mhm…Sora…Sora…”

Pi ro ro!

Pi ro ro!

The phone in the living room rang. Riku wondered who would call him during this rather ungodly hour.

Pi ro ro!

Pi ro ro!

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“Moshi moshi?”

“Dad? Oh god, tell me you still know how to speak English!”

“Taichi? My boy, it’s nice to hear from you!”

Silence.

“Don’t scare me like that Dad! You haven’t called me in two weeks!”

Did he forget? Ah, damn. The excitement of last week made him forget!

“Sorry, something funny happened really. Guess what?”

“…”

“…what?”

“…what?”

“No, ask me what!” Riku mock-whined.

“Uhm…okaaaay? What happened?”

“It’s a boy!!”

Riku had heard the boy drop his receiver to the ground.

“Err…what?”

Riku rolled his eyes. “He’s a boy. His name is Sora.”

“…did you say, Sora? I’ll pretend to be calm and not blow up hearing my father say his boyfriend was newly-born…but Sora?”

“…yes, why?”

“That’s my fiancé’s name!”

“…Sora…ah! Takenouchi Sora, right?”

“YES!!” Exasperated tone.

“He’s different. His name is Kayaki Sora.”

“Kayak-ee?” The brunet was playing with the word in his mouth. Riku made a mental note to teach Taichi nihonggo.

“Never mind that for a while. What about you and Yamato?”

Riku distinctly heard Taichi stutter at the phone.

“We’re fine. He doesn’t bother me anymore.”

“And?”

“…and?”

“That’s it?” Riku laid himself down on the tatami floor, knowing this was going to be in a long conversation.

“Er…am I forgetting something about…him?” The sounds of a creaking bed and collapsing foam could be heard in the background.

“Did you two fight again?”

“No.”

Delayed gratification.

“No, you did not fight, huh? Silly me…he’s AVOIDING you, is he?” Riku knew his foster son too well.

“Are you my dad? You talk…like the way my classmates do.”

“I’m adjusting my speech pattern, Taichi. I’ll be going to school in a decade or so. But stop buying yourself some time. Why is he avoiding you?”

“I don’t have any idea at all, dad – “

“Bakayarou.”

“…erm…”

“Go on. Please, for my sake.” Riku slapped his forehead out of exasperation. It was easier cursing in Japanese than in English.

“Anyway…” Taichi cleared his throat, knowing his dad would have slapped his forehead by now. “I invited him to my engagement party with Takenouchi next month. That was where he started avoiding me afterwards.”

Riku had seen this coming. He, soooo, had seen it coming.

“You think maybe he has a crush on Sora, that’s why he’s avoiding me? We’ve always been pretty stiff about competitions back when we were little. And Sora was a close friend of his in junior high…”

The silveret continued listening to his son’s rambling, hoping that the words ‘Matt, like, me, love’ would pop up. But the chocolate-haired idiot of a son that he was, he pretty much prattled on and on for the next thirty minutes, without nearing the point and cause of Matt distancing him.

“…he’s been complaining that I’ve been breathing down on the band too much one time though and - “

“Alright, just stop.”

“…”

“How much percent of your head is brain, and how much is hair, Taichi?”

“HEEY!!”

“Haven’t you ever thought that maybe, like ‘Oh I dunno…’ Matt actually likes you?”

“…doesn’t he like me?”

Wow. If he threw Taichi off board a cruise liner, no amount of lifesavers would float him up. Was he ever that dense before?!

“Quick Taichi! Look down! You dropped something!”

“Wha-what?!”

“Your IQ.”

“Ha. Ha.”

Consternation.

“Matt likes you, idiot son of mine.”

“That’s great. But he’s not speaking to me.”

“Matt like likes you.”

Pregnant pause.

“Like likes me?”

“No, Matt like likes you.”

Sucking of breath.

“Oh…o-oh…OOHHH.”

“. . .”

“Uh-oh…you think I should call off the engagement?”

Riku threw his hands in the air in jubilation. See? All Taichi needed was a little bent guiding.

“Taichi…apart from your cellphone investment and genetics researching; that was actually the most brilliant idea I have ever heard from you.”

“Thanks? I…I think?”

“I told you before, and I’ll tell you again. Stop living your life in a lie. You’ll seriously regret doing so.”

“But I don’t like like Matt!”

“Sure you say that, but do you like like Sora?”

“…I like her.”

“Just…like her?”

“She’s a good childhood friend.”

“And wasn’t Matt a – okay, screw that one.” Riku remembered the past Yamato, the jerky, bastardy, hair-tugging, finger-flipping Yamato.

“You like Sora. As a friend.”

“Yes.”

“You’re marrying her.”

“Yes.”

“You like Matt. As a friend.”

“As a friend, dad.” Taichi’s mutterings did not escape Riku. “And yes, I do.”

“Well, if you’re keen on marrying your friends, why not go with Matt?”

“DAAD!!” Taichi sputtered on the other end of the line.

“This is the gay dad speaking, okay?” Riku massaged his temples with his right hand. “I’d rather have your boy friend for you, than some drippy, little gold digger as your partner.”

“Fuck, dad! You barely know Sora!”

Ohh, was Taichi growing horns now? Riku couldn’t be more proud his son was growing up.

“…sorry. I’m sorry I shouted back.”

“…I only said that because I don’t know Sora, but I DO know Yamato. He’s a nice young man who can protect you when the time comes.”

“I know you’re a strong and grown man, Taichi. I’ve seen you grow, and I’ve seen how you assert yourself. You’re the type of person who would want to protect everyone around you, even if it means not protecting yourself.”

“Needless to say, I’ve also seen how hurt and vulnerable you are sometimes. Don’t deny it! I’ve seen you cry when you go running up your room to tend to your wounds. I was an insensitive father, I did not protect you as I should.”

“I never thought you’d know…those days back when I was crying…” Taichi muttered.

“This is the guilt-wracked father now speaking. I don’t want you to feel like that anymore. Yamato is a tough guy, you know him better than I do.”

“It’s not a big deal. If Sora were here during those days, she would have tended to my wounds. She’d hold me until I’d stop crying.”

“I’m your father. It is a big deal for me. If Yamato was there during those times, he would have asked who made you cry, and rushed out to beat them six ways till Sunday. Then, he’ll come back, tease you a bit for being a crybaby, and hug you till you forgave him.”

“…you’re feeling a bit proud of yourself, today, huh Dad?”

Riku could feel the smile through his son’s voice.

“I should.” He closed his eyes. “I’ve seen my loved one, and I plan to protect him. I want to see you try and protect yours as well.”

Taichi snorted.

“I thought I was the one needing protection.”

Riku snorted back.

“You’re an Evans. You won’t stand down being protected by Yamato all the time. You’ll do things yourself, hurt a little, and Yamato will come and make things better.”

“Girly, much?”

Riku chuckled warmly.

“This is your mother speaking now, since I never got a wife to help you feel what it means to be loved by a woman. I’m not imposing that you should be gay for me Taichi. Marry Sora for all I care…”

“…sounds wrong. Marry Takenouchi for all I care. But is it worth losing Yamato?”

“…no.”

“Look at it like friends do. If Yamato married some other girl, would you be happy?”

“Well, yeah. Of course I would be.”

“Figures.” Riku smirked. “But if Yamato married some other boy, that’s a different story all together, right?”

Silence.

Riku wondered if he stroke a nerve somewhere.

“…don’t you have to be somewhere else tomorrow, dad? If I’m not mistaken, it’s midnight there.”

“Close to midnight actually.” Riku glanced at the grandfather clock. It was 5 minutes before 12.

“I gotta go then. I’m sure you’re tired from all the excitement of…err…your boyfriend’s birthday.”

Riku coalesced his thoughts before the goodbyes.

“Just follow your heart, that’s all I ask. Don’t listen to me. Don’t listen to Sora or Yamato either. Listen to what deep inside of you tells you to do.”

“…thanks dad. I sure will.”

“You’re not calling me Papa, anymore.”

Taichi snickered.

“That’s lame already. Dad is cooler now.”

“You think so? I guess, dad is cooler, huh?”

“Bad pun, dad.”

“I try.” Riku laughed softly. The grandfather clock finally heralded midnight’s arrival, bludgeoning the air with dull bell chimes.

“And there’s the clock. Alright, dad. Good night and sweet dreams.”

“You too, son. Sleep tight.”

Riku was the first to put the phone down, knowing Taichi would refuse to do so until he did. His son was rather adamant of not breaking people off.

“Alright.” Riku slapped himself in the face with both hands. “Sixteen years, here we come. Make some money, grow a company, enroll in Sora’s school, and we’ll all be set afterwards.”

He stretched himself, yawned and slid into a deep slumber in the living room floor. The tatami mat felt cool in his back.

The RiSo-ness would probably start at the end of next chapter. I forgot to include AkuRokuAku (hot damn!) in the main pairings.

Oh well, drop me a review and tell me what you think m’kay? I do like to hear people try and predict what would and would not happen.