Oh, and Takaba-san…?Akihito turned

Oh, and Takaba-san…?

Akihito turned to the woman after she spoke. "Yes?"

"Tell Aniki to go a little easier on you next time, I can't keep coming over if he makes this a habit."

The woman had a knowing smirk on her lips and Akihito could feel his face heating up with a blush. Luckily she didn't wait for an answer and left, leaving the blond feeling flustered and embarrassed. After a moment he decided some breakfast was in order for the both of them, if the baby hadn't eaten yet then no doubt she would be hungry about now too. He grabbed his phone first though, pocketed it and then head towards the kitchen.

After entering said kitchen, Akihito put Toya in her high chair, far away from the stove and made her a bottle. While he fed her he had some leftovers heating in the microwave, wanting to have something warm in his system after he was done with the baby. His phone suddenly went off in his pocket and he shifted so he could answer it.

"Hello?"

"Aki! Where the hell were you last night?"

The blond rolled his eyes. "Morning, Kou."

There was shuffling and cursing before Takato took over the line.

"Yo Aki, we slept at your place last night and you didn't show, what gives?"

Kou's voice could be heard mirroring Takato's in the background. Akihito shifted himself again so Toya sat half reclined his lap while he fed her, which left him with his head bent to the side in an effort to keep the phone by his ear while they talked. It felt uncomfortable.

"I went to a hotel last night," Akihito answered.

"You liar!" Takato shouted.

Akihito winced. "Whatever, you guys."

"So how was it?"

It was Kou's voice and Akihito figured they had the phone on loud speaker to be talking to him at nearly the same time.

"How was what?" The baby kept tugging at his shirt.

"Mou, was your first time with the Doctor good?"

"What the….?" Akihito caught himself before he said the swear word, he didn't want little Toya hearing him, her golden eyes was watching him curiously. "How the hell do you know about that…?"

Apparently his friends weren't intimidated by his hiss, because they started laughing.

"We didn't know Aki, you just told us!" Kou chirped.

Akihito groaned and rolled his eyes in embarrassment. "That was low of you guys…"

"Yup, but now we know the truth so we don't have to worry where you are at nights…" Takato pointed out.

"Like last night," Kou growled.

"Sorry, I didn't consider how much you would miss me. I'll let you know where I am next time."

"Promise?" the two asked in hopefully tandem.

"Promise," Akihito answered with a smile on his lips. Toya started shuffling, and for some reason she didn't want the bottle anymore. Her little pink tongue pushed against the nipple and she turned her head away before starting to cry.

"Sorry guys, the baby needs me."

"We understand, talk to you later," the two answered.

His friends hung up and Akihito allowed the phone to slide from between his ear and shoulder blade before putting the bottle down and checking the crying baby's diaper.

Yes, she needed changing.

The thing was, the blond didn't realize there was someone else currently in the house with him, someone that just arrived and used their own key to enter.

"Noriko, Ryuichi!"

Startled, the blond left the baby in her crib and ran out when he heard the voice, knowing nobody else was suppose to be here.

"Excuse me?" Akihito asked while looking down at the woman that stood in the middle of the living room with a blue handbag in hand that matched her floral blue dress and short heeled shoes. She had on huge sunglasses and she looked up at him puzzled.

When she took off the glasses he recognized her instantly, the woman from the picture in Asami's bedroom.

"Who are you and where is my husband?"

******MxF*****

Feilong felt the oncoming headache as he sat in a small restaurant a few blocks from his home by himself, waiting on the meal he ordered so he could go home and get some rest. The day was long, too long for his liking and now it was taking a toll on his body, especially since he hadn't eaten more than eight hours ago. Holding his head so he could massage his temple in a bid to ease the discomfort, he didn't see the pristine Russian that entered and walked over to him. But when he heard the incessant scraping of the chair across from him he bit back an annoyed curse.

"Feilong…"

What, no beautiful dragon? Apple of my eye, the breath that I take kind of crap? Taking a deep breath, Feilong opened his eyes and stared at the -for once not trying to jump him- Russian.

"What do you want?" The Chinese man bit out icily. He wasn't in the mood for any of Mikhail's games.

"Are you alright?"

Now that's a surprise. No serenade, no declaration, no noise. Good.

"I'm fine, can you leave now?"

He watched as Mikhail let out a sigh before resting his elbow on the table and cradling his chin in his right palm.

"Bad manners," Feilong gritted out.

"Oh, sorry," Mikhail chuckled before putting his hands in his lap. The waiter chose then to arrive with Feilong's order of egg noodles and fried rice with a side of aspirin and a glass of water. He thanked the young man when he was through.

"Anything for you, Sir?" the Japanese kid asked Mikhail and Feilong sighed when the man order a bowl of pork ramen.

Feilong grimaced when a sharp pain shot through his head.

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Oh, and Takaba-san…?

Akihito turned to the woman after she spoke. "Yes?"

"Tell Aniki to go a little easier on you next time, I can't keep coming over if he makes this a habit."

The woman had a knowing smirk on her lips and Akihito could feel his face heating up with a blush. Luckily she didn't wait for an answer and left, leaving the blond feeling flustered and embarrassed. After a moment he decided some breakfast was in order for the both of them, if the baby hadn't eaten yet then no doubt she would be hungry about now too. He grabbed his phone first though, pocketed it and then head towards the kitchen.

After entering said kitchen, Akihito put Toya in her high chair, far away from the stove and made her a bottle. While he fed her he had some leftovers heating in the microwave, wanting to have something warm in his system after he was done with the baby. His phone suddenly went off in his pocket and he shifted so he could answer it.

"Hello?"

"Aki! Where the hell were you last night?"

The blond rolled his eyes. "Morning, Kou."

There was shuffling and cursing before Takato took over the line.

"Yo Aki, we slept at your place last night and you didn't show, what gives?"

Kou's voice could be heard mirroring Takato's in the background. Akihito shifted himself again so Toya sat half reclined his lap while he fed her, which left him with his head bent to the side in an effort to keep the phone by his ear while they talked. It felt uncomfortable.

"I went to a by PhraseFinder"> hotel last night," Akihito answered.

"You liar!" Takato shouted.

Akihito winced. "Whatever, you guys."

"So how was it?"

It was Kou's voice and Akihito figured they had the phone on loud speaker to be talking to him at nearly the same time.

"How was what?" The baby kept tugging at his shirt.

"Mou, was your first time with the Doctor good?"

"What the….?" Akihito caught himself before he said the swear word, he didn't want little Toya hearing him, her golden eyes was watching him curiously. "How the hell do you know about that…?"

Apparently his friends weren't intimidated by his hiss, because they started laughing.

"We didn't know Aki, you just told us!" Kou chirped.

Akihito groaned and rolled his eyes in embarrassment. "That was low of you guys…"

"Yup, but now we know the truth so we don't have to worry where you are at nights…" Takato pointed out.

"Like last night," Kou growled.

"Sorry, I didn't consider how much you would miss me. I'll let you know where I am next time."

"Promise?" the two asked in hopefully tandem.

"Promise," Akihito answered with a smile on his lips. Toya started shuffling, and for some reason she didn't want the bottle anymore. Her little pink tongue pushed against the nipple and she turned her head away before starting to cry.

"Sorry guys, the baby needs me."

"We understand, talk to you later," the two answered.

His friends hung up and Akihito allowed the phone to slide from between his ear and shoulder blade before putting the bottle down and checking the crying baby's diaper.

Yes, she needed changing.

The thing was, the blond didn't realize there was someone else currently in the house with him, someone that just arrived and used their own key to enter.

"Noriko, Ryuichi!"

Startled, the blond left the baby in her crib and ran out when he heard the voice, knowing nobody else was suppose to be here.

"Excuse me?" Akihito asked while looking down at the woman that stood in the middle of the living by PhraseFinder"> room with a blue handbag in hand that matched her floral blue dress and short heeled shoes. She had on huge sunglasses and she looked up at him puzzled.

When she took off the glasses he recognized her instantly, the woman from the picture in Asami's bedroom.

"Who are you and where is my husband?"

******MxF*****

Feilong felt the oncoming headache as he sat in a small restaurant a few blocks from his home by himself, waiting on the meal he ordered so he could go home and get some rest. The day was long, too long for his liking and now it was taking a toll on his body, especially since he hadn't eaten more than eight hours ago. Holding his head so he could massage his temple in a bid to ease the discomfort, he didn't see the pristine Russian that entered and walked over to him. But when he heard the incessant scraping of the chair across from him he bit back an annoyed curse.

"Feilong…"

What, no beautiful dragon? Apple of my eye, the breath that I take kind of crap? Taking a deep breath, Feilong opened his eyes and stared at the -for once not trying to jump him- Russian.

"What do you want?" The Chinese man bit out icily. He wasn't in the mood for any of Mikhail's games.

"Are you alright?"

Now that's a surprise. No serenade, no declaration, no noise. Good.

"I'm fine, can you leave now?"

He watched as Mikhail let out a sigh before resting his elbow on the table and cradling his chin in his right palm.

"Bad manners," Feilong gritted out.

"Oh, sorry," Mikhail chuckled before putting his hands in his lap. The waiter chose then to arrive with Feilong's order of egg noodles and fried rice with a side of aspirin and a glass of water. He thanked the young man when he was through.

"Anything for you, Sir?" the Japanese kid asked Mikhail and Feilong sighed when the man order a bowl of pork ramen.

Feilong grimaced when a sharp pain shot through his head.