Sixes and Sevens (Chapter 8/10)
Title: Sixes and Sevens (Chapter 8/10)
Author: keeconk
Characters: Ryutaro-centric, TaDaiki, YabuTaro (hints)
Rating: PG
Gender: Crack, Fluff, a bit angsty this time.
Disclaimer: Daiki is my husband. Takaki is my secret lover. Ryutaro is my lovely son that I’m not even sure who the dad is. Of course all of this is just in my dream.. XD
Summary: Being adopted is what all orphans have in mind. Ryutaro dreamed the exact same thing since he was little. A nice loving happy family, with all the laughter and smiles they would have everyday. Or that was what he had in mind, until he was adopted by a gay couple.
A.N.: it’s unbeta’ed.. AU and some OOC.. and the ages are js simply messed up.. it was just my poor hectic mind on crack when writing this.. you’ve been warned..
( Chapter 1: My Hectic Family )
( Chapter 2: My Hectic Morning )
( Chapter 3: My Hectic Friends )
( Chapter 4: My Hectic Little Heart )
( Chapter 5: My Hectic Mind )
( Chapter 6: My Hectic Neighbour )
( Chapter 7: My Hectic Memory )
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He wasn’t really the type that enjoyed staying at someone else’s place. He rather called his dad just to pick him up than had to stay over in a place that he wasn’t familiar with. Maybe it was just his upbringing. Growing up as an orphan, he swore to himself that their little flat, that one flat that the three of them shared, would be the only place he called home and he would only sleep in that place.
However, for some reason, Ryutaro had been staying at Yabu’s place for the past one week. That was longer than Yabu had anticipated. Hikaru came by everyday with new clothes and some of Ryutaro’s books. That neighbour of Ryutaro’s had tried his best to convince the younger guy to go back home and stop mourning over his parents’ fight.
“What am I gonna do with him?” Hikaru complained.
“Let him be. It’s just that his rebellious stage has started. Unless he decided he should go back home, he wouldn’t go back no matter how hard you try to persuade him,” Yabu replied.
“You sound like some sort of child-expert, Yabu. You haven’t even graduated from highschool yet!” the other boy rolled his eyes, unamused. “I’m just worried. You should have seen his mom. He looked tried and pretty much down.”
“I know, but I can’t just force him to go back just like that. Ryutaro needs to understand that he makes his parents worried and all.”
“Do you think I should bring his parents here? At least one of them?” asked Hikaru.
“Maybe. But both would be better. He would think that they’re still fighting if only one of them came,” Yabu replied. “Wait. Are they still fighting?”
Hikaru just shook his head, but told Yabu that he wasn’t really sure himself. He did see the Takaki and Daiki around, especially when he came to get some of Ryutaro clothes and such. The two of them seemed to talk to each other just fine, but there was definitely some sort of intense aura between them.
Little that the two of them knew, Ryutaro was peeking at their little conversation. Hikaru and Yabu were talking on the living room, right across Yabu’s room. Ryutaro on the other hand, was sitting on the floor while leaning to wall beside half opened room’s door, eavesdropping every sentence that the older ones were saying.
It started to get into him, of course. He started to realise that he was being ridiculous, regardless of how wrong his parents were. Maybe he was just being slightly unreasonable with all this sulking because no matter how much he tried to blame all this to his parents, he knew really well that they were grown ups and that maybe he wasn’t old enough to understand what they were going through. It could be said that he was a lot more mature than those around his age, but it didn’t change the fact that he was still a child, and a child knew nothing about the worlds outside his playground.
As the only child, not to mention being adopted, very little that he knew what his parents had gone through before he came along and even maybe after he moved in with them. His very first memory of being with them was theme park. It was awesome, and made him feel that he was belong to that little small family that they were created. Nothing was really extra ordinary, in fact.
He remembered Daiki and Takaki picking him up from the orphanage just about a week after he was told that he would have his own parents. They were nice, just like any other parents that wanted to adopt him before them, but they weren’t fake. They didn’t call him ‘cute little thing’ or smiled and showered him with ‘love’. They were being themselves.
They were young, Ryutaro remembered. He believed that Takaki was around twenty, and Diaki wasn’t even legally an adult yet. At some point, it felt like a nephew being stuck with his uncles’ date, a really bad date. Takaki couldn’t stop making fun of Daiki, and the younger guy kept on screaming and calling his boyfriend with names in reply. Not exactly a ‘meet your future parents’ meeting that Ryutaro had in mind, but he remembered how hard they both were trying to make him stop crying because he couldn’t stand all their little fights. Well, he was only five. And a five-year-old cried… a lot.
And he remembered how warm Daiki felt when he was carrying him. He was sure that he stopped crying because he was tired, and not because Takaki or Daiki managed to lure him to shut his mouth up. But yeah, when he actually stopped, he got really sleepy and it was when Daiki picked him up, holding him and letting him snuggle to his warm body as Ryutaro drifted to the dreamland. Maybe it was the way Daiki held him in his arms, or maybe it was the way Takaki stroke his hair gently to make him sleep soundly as he sat beside his boyfriend; but he knew that he agreed to adoption the very next day by shouting out loud to one of the caretaker, wailing to her that he wanted to go to the theme park again with them. And only them.
“What are you doing, Ryutaro?” a voice made him realised that he was daydreaming while sitting on the floor and he didn’t even realise that Hikaru had already left, and there was Yabu right before his very own eyes.
“Oh, nothing,” the boy stood up as he smiled faintly, not wanting the other party to know that he was reminiscing the very first memory that he had with his parents. At a point there, at least it made him realise that he had actually missed them. Missed their little fights and how things had been every single day in that small flat of theirs.
“Hikaru just came with your clothes and book,” Yabu patted his head.
There was something about the way Yabu always acted around him that made Ryutaro feel safe, almost as safe as when he was at home. Maybe it was the age gap between them, or maybe it was just the fact that he had known the older guy since he was still in primary school that the atmosphere around them had always been so soothing and calming, no matter how little words they actually spoke to each other. It was almost the mere presence of the older boy was more than enough to him. Not that he understood the reason behind all this.
“Do you think I should go home?” he asked when he saw Yabu crawling to his own bed. It wasn’t late at night, but after staying there for around one week, Ryutaro had noticed this one habit of Yabu’s where he would always go to bed early during the weekdays when he had school the next day.
“Well, do you think you should go home?”
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t you miss them?” the skinny figure before him smiled as he warmly casted his eyes at Ryutaro.
“A little,” Ryutaro answered honestly.
“Then maybe you should.”
Ryutaro knew that Yabu was right. It had been a week, and that was long enough for him to actually being away from home for his little ‘running away’ from his home journey. Well yeah, he was a boy, and boys were usually more stubborn and always be such rebels to their parents. But maybe for them, their parents’ love was pretty much for granted, and that wasn't the case for him at all. They had to work on their trust towards each other, they had to try their best to understand and love each other. What the had as a family wasn’t something that was there because it was supposed to be, it was something that they earned from being together for the past eight years and they had to work on it.
It was maybe really selfish for him to be away for too long, making them all worried about him. Maybe it wasn’t his where about that his parents were worrying about, maybe it was more towards the fact that they were worried that their fights might damage all those trust and love that they have been working on all this time.
“Would you mind sending me home tomorrow after school, then?” he asked at the end, crawling to the bed to Yabu’s side. There was an extra futon on the floor, but Ryutaro had never used it even one bit. He had been sleeping with Yabu on his bed and not caring whether the older boy minded about it or not (of course he assume Yabu didn’t, because if he did, Ryutaro was sure that Yabu must have kicked him off his bed).
“Well, if that’s what it takes for me to get your ass back your place, then why not?” Yabu chuckled as he poked Ryutaro’s soft cheek.
“Thank you, Yabu-kun,” he replied with a huge smile on his face.
“No problem, kiddo. Now sleep. School tomorrow. We do not want our student council president to be late, do we?”
“We don’t,” he giggled as he snuggled to the older person.
Sometimes Ryutaro wondered, if Yabu was his older brother, would they be this close?
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Unbeta'ed, so ignore mistakes. I'll check for mistake tomorrow, because I'm just lazy like that &hearts . This fic is supposed to be on hold, but I kind of have the mood to write its eight chapter. Hopefully I'll keep up this mood, despite the fact of my final exam next week and finish the other two chapters soon enough.
Sorry for such a short chapter, but this fic was meant to be short anyway. LOL.
Author: keeconk
Characters: Ryutaro-centric, TaDaiki, YabuTaro (hints)
Rating: PG
Gender: Crack, Fluff, a bit angsty this time.
Disclaimer: Daiki is my husband. Takaki is my secret lover. Ryutaro is my lovely son that I’m not even sure who the dad is. Of course all of this is just in my dream.. XD
Summary: Being adopted is what all orphans have in mind. Ryutaro dreamed the exact same thing since he was little. A nice loving happy family, with all the laughter and smiles they would have everyday. Or that was what he had in mind, until he was adopted by a gay couple.
A.N.: it’s unbeta’ed.. AU and some OOC.. and the ages are js simply messed up.. it was just my poor hectic mind on crack when writing this.. you’ve been warned..
( Chapter 1: My Hectic Family )
( Chapter 2: My Hectic Morning )
( Chapter 3: My Hectic Friends )
( Chapter 4: My Hectic Little Heart )
( Chapter 5: My Hectic Mind )
( Chapter 6: My Hectic Neighbour )
( Chapter 7: My Hectic Memory )
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He wasn’t really the type that enjoyed staying at someone else’s place. He rather called his dad just to pick him up than had to stay over in a place that he wasn’t familiar with. Maybe it was just his upbringing. Growing up as an orphan, he swore to himself that their little flat, that one flat that the three of them shared, would be the only place he called home and he would only sleep in that place.
However, for some reason, Ryutaro had been staying at Yabu’s place for the past one week. That was longer than Yabu had anticipated. Hikaru came by everyday with new clothes and some of Ryutaro’s books. That neighbour of Ryutaro’s had tried his best to convince the younger guy to go back home and stop mourning over his parents’ fight.
“What am I gonna do with him?” Hikaru complained.
“Let him be. It’s just that his rebellious stage has started. Unless he decided he should go back home, he wouldn’t go back no matter how hard you try to persuade him,” Yabu replied.
“You sound like some sort of child-expert, Yabu. You haven’t even graduated from highschool yet!” the other boy rolled his eyes, unamused. “I’m just worried. You should have seen his mom. He looked tried and pretty much down.”
“I know, but I can’t just force him to go back just like that. Ryutaro needs to understand that he makes his parents worried and all.”
“Do you think I should bring his parents here? At least one of them?” asked Hikaru.
“Maybe. But both would be better. He would think that they’re still fighting if only one of them came,” Yabu replied. “Wait. Are they still fighting?”
Hikaru just shook his head, but told Yabu that he wasn’t really sure himself. He did see the Takaki and Daiki around, especially when he came to get some of Ryutaro clothes and such. The two of them seemed to talk to each other just fine, but there was definitely some sort of intense aura between them.
Little that the two of them knew, Ryutaro was peeking at their little conversation. Hikaru and Yabu were talking on the living room, right across Yabu’s room. Ryutaro on the other hand, was sitting on the floor while leaning to wall beside half opened room’s door, eavesdropping every sentence that the older ones were saying.
It started to get into him, of course. He started to realise that he was being ridiculous, regardless of how wrong his parents were. Maybe he was just being slightly unreasonable with all this sulking because no matter how much he tried to blame all this to his parents, he knew really well that they were grown ups and that maybe he wasn’t old enough to understand what they were going through. It could be said that he was a lot more mature than those around his age, but it didn’t change the fact that he was still a child, and a child knew nothing about the worlds outside his playground.
As the only child, not to mention being adopted, very little that he knew what his parents had gone through before he came along and even maybe after he moved in with them. His very first memory of being with them was theme park. It was awesome, and made him feel that he was belong to that little small family that they were created. Nothing was really extra ordinary, in fact.
He remembered Daiki and Takaki picking him up from the orphanage just about a week after he was told that he would have his own parents. They were nice, just like any other parents that wanted to adopt him before them, but they weren’t fake. They didn’t call him ‘cute little thing’ or smiled and showered him with ‘love’. They were being themselves.
They were young, Ryutaro remembered. He believed that Takaki was around twenty, and Diaki wasn’t even legally an adult yet. At some point, it felt like a nephew being stuck with his uncles’ date, a really bad date. Takaki couldn’t stop making fun of Daiki, and the younger guy kept on screaming and calling his boyfriend with names in reply. Not exactly a ‘meet your future parents’ meeting that Ryutaro had in mind, but he remembered how hard they both were trying to make him stop crying because he couldn’t stand all their little fights. Well, he was only five. And a five-year-old cried… a lot.
And he remembered how warm Daiki felt when he was carrying him. He was sure that he stopped crying because he was tired, and not because Takaki or Daiki managed to lure him to shut his mouth up. But yeah, when he actually stopped, he got really sleepy and it was when Daiki picked him up, holding him and letting him snuggle to his warm body as Ryutaro drifted to the dreamland. Maybe it was the way Daiki held him in his arms, or maybe it was the way Takaki stroke his hair gently to make him sleep soundly as he sat beside his boyfriend; but he knew that he agreed to adoption the very next day by shouting out loud to one of the caretaker, wailing to her that he wanted to go to the theme park again with them. And only them.
“What are you doing, Ryutaro?” a voice made him realised that he was daydreaming while sitting on the floor and he didn’t even realise that Hikaru had already left, and there was Yabu right before his very own eyes.
“Oh, nothing,” the boy stood up as he smiled faintly, not wanting the other party to know that he was reminiscing the very first memory that he had with his parents. At a point there, at least it made him realise that he had actually missed them. Missed their little fights and how things had been every single day in that small flat of theirs.
“Hikaru just came with your clothes and book,” Yabu patted his head.
There was something about the way Yabu always acted around him that made Ryutaro feel safe, almost as safe as when he was at home. Maybe it was the age gap between them, or maybe it was just the fact that he had known the older guy since he was still in primary school that the atmosphere around them had always been so soothing and calming, no matter how little words they actually spoke to each other. It was almost the mere presence of the older boy was more than enough to him. Not that he understood the reason behind all this.
“Do you think I should go home?” he asked when he saw Yabu crawling to his own bed. It wasn’t late at night, but after staying there for around one week, Ryutaro had noticed this one habit of Yabu’s where he would always go to bed early during the weekdays when he had school the next day.
“Well, do you think you should go home?”
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t you miss them?” the skinny figure before him smiled as he warmly casted his eyes at Ryutaro.
“A little,” Ryutaro answered honestly.
“Then maybe you should.”
Ryutaro knew that Yabu was right. It had been a week, and that was long enough for him to actually being away from home for his little ‘running away’ from his home journey. Well yeah, he was a boy, and boys were usually more stubborn and always be such rebels to their parents. But maybe for them, their parents’ love was pretty much for granted, and that wasn't the case for him at all. They had to work on their trust towards each other, they had to try their best to understand and love each other. What the had as a family wasn’t something that was there because it was supposed to be, it was something that they earned from being together for the past eight years and they had to work on it.
It was maybe really selfish for him to be away for too long, making them all worried about him. Maybe it wasn’t his where about that his parents were worrying about, maybe it was more towards the fact that they were worried that their fights might damage all those trust and love that they have been working on all this time.
“Would you mind sending me home tomorrow after school, then?” he asked at the end, crawling to the bed to Yabu’s side. There was an extra futon on the floor, but Ryutaro had never used it even one bit. He had been sleeping with Yabu on his bed and not caring whether the older boy minded about it or not (of course he assume Yabu didn’t, because if he did, Ryutaro was sure that Yabu must have kicked him off his bed).
“Well, if that’s what it takes for me to get your ass back your place, then why not?” Yabu chuckled as he poked Ryutaro’s soft cheek.
“Thank you, Yabu-kun,” he replied with a huge smile on his face.
“No problem, kiddo. Now sleep. School tomorrow. We do not want our student council president to be late, do we?”
“We don’t,” he giggled as he snuggled to the older person.
Sometimes Ryutaro wondered, if Yabu was his older brother, would they be this close?
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Unbeta'ed, so ignore mistakes. I'll check for mistake tomorrow, because I'm just lazy like that &hearts . This fic is supposed to be on hold, but I kind of have the mood to write its eight chapter. Hopefully I'll keep up this mood, despite the fact of my final exam next week and finish the other two chapters soon enough.
Sorry for such a short chapter, but this fic was meant to be short anyway. LOL.