HOUSE OF SIN - The Diary of Uke Yutaka : CHAPTER 18 PART 2

[luna_no_koibito]

Title: HOUSE OF SIN - The Diary of Uke Yutaka
Chapters: 18.2 / 22
Author: luna_no_koibito
Genre: Human drama, romance, war, angst.
Warnings:  men/men relationship, cursing, sex, violence, incest.
Rating: from PG -15 to NC-17 (Depending on chapter)
Pairing: Revealing this might spoil the story just yet ... suggest looking at the character list (^_^)!
Bands: the GazettE, Dir En Grey, X-Japan, Nightmare, An Cafe', Alice Nine, Kra, SuG.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and don't wish I did because I'd be sorry for what could befall them （・＿・；）！
Summary:
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Made by 12thgrave

CHAPTER 18 PART 1


“Who is this, if I may inquire?” gravely and politely resounded the voice of Atsushi, the one and only attended, whose sole duty was to assist the commander in any of his requests.

“Akira” plainly replied the blond, as he composedly stood in front of the yet closed door of his father's studio, with Yutaka quietly standing behind himself “... no need to be nervous ...” reassuringly whispered the blond “... I know he might seem intimidating, but he will not attack unless given a reason to ..” explained the blond with a slightly nervous and soothing grin, but the brunette simply uttered no word, and made a rather queasy and agreeing sound.

“Good morning Mr. Hayashi” politely bowed Atsushi after having opened the studio's door, and allowing the blond and brunette through.

“I was just about to send Atsushi to call for you Akira, in fact-” plainly began the commander, stopping in his informatory speech as he raised his head and his gaze stopped on the brunette, coldly acknowledging his presence “... I am afraid that the matter of our discussion, is meant to be of our private knowledge only, being it a family matter” simply explained the general, who was talking to Akira, but still apathetically staring at the brunette, whom suddenly seemed to be incredibly uncomfortable.

“I understand” quickly precised the brunette “I shall be waiting outsi-” he tried to as quickly add, while taking one step backwards, but he was cut off be the blond, who swiftly grabbed his retracting figure, by his wrist keeping him put.

“Then I see no problem ...” calmly expressed Akira, staring back at his father “... since he is to be considered as being officially part of our family” added the blond, whom hadn't really want to announce such delicate matter, in his usual roughness, but as usual, his father always had the way to rub him off the wrong way, with his obviously fake concerned manner.

“I am not following” plainly stated the general, composedly placing his pen on the table, and leaning back on his armchair to sternly gaze at his son “... how exactly is Mister Uke to suddenly be a member of the Hayashi family? If you are grateful to the fact that he seems to have helped you all, you should not given as to how that is his job in faculty of apprentice doctor” simply explained the elder, still observing the blond, whom subconsciously found himself tightening his grip around the brunette's wrist. In the lawyer's life, there had, and still was nobody in the world he somewhat feared, and made him quite nervous, except from his father. Even if he didn't show said fright; he had never once been able to reject an order, or disobey his authoritative figure.

“As my lover” dryly replied the blond, following which silence fell over the room, for a few seconds after which the general merely smirked, seemingly finding what the blond had just professed a quite amusing joke.

“W-w-what?!” suddenly blurted out the brunette, whose head snapped in direction of the blond, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, whereas the general had quickly stopped looking amused.

“It is a little too late for you to have some sort of adolescent rebellion phase ...” calmly stated the elder “... I am really busy as you cans see Akira, so I will have to once again ask Mister Uke to please leav-” gravely tried to inform the general, but he was rather abruptly cut off by the blond

“I do not know if I should feel offended at the fact that you are considering this a prank, and indirectly offending the person, whom I just explained, I chose to to be my life companion ...” firmly began the blond “... or at the unnecessarily surprised reaction of said companion” lightly grinned Akira, releasing his grip around the brunette's wrist, and lowering his hands to clasp it with the apprentice's one.

“What are you trying to do Akira? I am not understanding the game you are playing at-” sternly attempted to retort the elder man behind his his desk, whose voice and strict expression where an indication of the fact that he was loosing his calm. Yet, he was newly interrupted by the lawyer, whom, out of all the law-cases he'd had to defended in his life, was intent to win this particular one at all costs.

“I am incredibly confused to the fact that you are confused given the simplicity of the matter ...” firmly argued the blond, keeping his calm features unwavering “... I am going to spend the rest of my life with the person now standing next to me, and if you are going to newly try to dismiss this as a joke, I will exit right at that moment. I am dead serious father, you should know better than making ridicule of anything I say, and I am sure you do” concluded the blond, tightening his grip on the trembling hand of the brunette, towards which he glimpsed, for it would have been a problem if the other were to somehow start crying; because that was sure to very quickly become one of his new weaknesses.

“... I wonder ...” sternly resumed the elder, turning to face the now head lowered apprentice -... I am wondering what sort of sorcery might you have used, Mister Uke, to get the only sane son I have to spout such unheard of nonsense, is that the reason why you came here? Do you have a grudge against my family? Are you taking out a revenge over us for something that my ancestors might have done to you? Do tell me the reason why you seem so keen to want to destroy my fam-” retorted the elder, is tone of voice struggling to keep calm but audibly shading drops of anger at each word, which were suddenly set to an halt, as the blond decisively turn on his heals, and firmly holding the apprentice's hand he began to walk away “Stop!” ordered the elder, making the blond stop on his tracks, but not turn around “... I ...” lowly began the elder with a forlorn sigh “... was hoping things would not get to this level, I ...” lowly declared the elder, his voice sounding like the one of a person whom had no energy or will anymore “... but I suppose that, in the end … we all reap what we sow ...” he added “if you … if he … so wishes to stay … do as you please ...” dejectedly resumed the general, as Akira hear the sound of the armchair shifting, and a few steps, making him slightly turn and witness the his father standing in front of the enormous studio window, and facing it “... say Akira …” suddenly called his father, with a gentle sort of tone, that the blond had never heard from the elder “... how do you repent for a twenty years long sin?” calmly inquired the elder, at which the lawyer's heart skipped a subsequent amount of beats, feeling himself and his secret being brought out to light.

“... I do not know ...” honestly replied the blond, now feeling his heart beat raging so much, he thought his heart could suddenly leap out of his mouth. His nervousness however, had apparently been caught by the brunette, whom somehow seemed to have magically set his shivering aside, while being the one this time to tightening his grip around the blond's; was this the true amazing meaning of two become one?

“All that I and your mother wanted …” suddenly resumed the elder, as if completely ignoring the reply made by the your blond, whom, thanks to the brunette's touch, was slowly calming down “... was to have a happy family” he simply stated “... I want to give you the best family in the world, and I will! A happy and loving one, I promise … that is what your mother always used to say … and she … well ...” suddenly paused the elder, raising his head slightly, as if looking at something else in the distance “... Myself, your uncle Kouyo, and your uncle Takuya were raised in a love-less environment. Our mother died giving birth to Takuya, after which your grandfather, our father, quickly re-married because … it would incredibly awkward for the head of the national army to own a family with the leading female figure missing … that was his reason quote by quote” began to narrate the man “... he owned us, we weren't anything more than objects he needed to keep the public silent and admiring of the great Hayashi house, like I am sure it had always been for generations … Good morning Genral Hayashi … Welcome back General Hayashi … Goodbye General Hayashi … never once were we prompted to call him father … never once had he call any of us son, and as you can imagine, more were the times that he was gone than present, and our step-mother would simply go on never-ending journeys with her ladies, and lords … leaving us three boys alone, with Kaoru, whom practically lived here, in this lonely-lonely mansion” continued the elder, calmly narrating the facts of what used to be, of which Akira had a vague knowledge of.

“Let's ...” suddenly spoke the brunette, successfully gaining the blond's attention “... let's get closer … he seems like he is trying to say something important ...” explained the brunette, looking away from the blond, whom then looked up at the turned figure of his old man, and silently sighing, he newly turned towards the desk, and walked to take a sit at one of the two guests' armchair, the other was taken by the apprentice.

“I shall take my leave, and call for the other two-” tried to announce Atsushi, but the general promptly interrupted him

“There is no need Atsushi, I shall do that myself later ...” gently stated the general

“Then I shall be outside of these doors. Although I am aware you would not mind me staying, I would be of more use by standing outside, and prevent people from disturbing said moment” composedly informed the long-haired brunette, following which, as announced, he exited the room.

“I really would have not minded him staying … but that is just typical of Atsushi, is it not? … being considerate I suppose ...” randomly inquired the elder, still intently facing his window.

“It is indeed” plainly replied Akira, whom kept his gaze trained on the figure of his father's back.

“Just as being aloof was, and still is, typical of Kaoru. He was raised in an entirely different setting from ours, in what you could call a regular family … he knew his way with people and soon he became a very close friend of mine, or shall I say, as you probably know, my only friend. Though, he really is a good friend to all of us, the way his friendship went on, it was as if, then again he probably did … pity us immensely, but mind you, not in the bad way of pitying someone, because you will soon find out; that there are ways and ways of pitying someone” sorrowfully informed the general, pausing for a few second “However, where it became clear that he had special preferences for Kouyou, and liked to annoy Takuya … with me … I think, that out of all of us … he pitied me the most, and even though he may not have admitted it, back then, when we already were young man ready to take on the world, he probably had already given up on me, and my inability to reciprocate affection” stated general Hayashi, composedly folding his arms behind his back “... then … she came ...” solemnly added the elder.

“Mother? ...” promptly inquired Akira, still intently staring at the standing figure, wondering why all of a sudden his eyes couldn't weaver away, why he was suddenly so eager to know about his father's and mother's past. It felt as if he could find some sort of answer to the mystery's of the world, the mystery's of his own little-big world, and even though he knew deep down that the information he was given would probably still not change a lot in the lives of the people in the mansion, he couldn’t help but feel like, even if little, it was doing something; what, he had no idea, but it was.

“Yes ...” tenderly replied the general “... actually, it was your youngest aunt that I met first Shiina, I was around nine-teen, she was probably five, and one day, as I was turning a corner on the my way back to the mansion, from my daily solitary walk, Shiina bumped into me. She had been running, and the impact had been strong enough to make her fall on her behind … and I … I honestly did not know what to do. You have to understand, that “caring” and-or “the common sense in caring” was absolutely something we were not thought, and something that at least for me, out of the three of us, was absolutely not common sense. Obviously, Shiina started to cry and even though the outburst slightly startled me, I immediately resolved that it was not my problem. Usually, in the same way they still do, people fearful in our respects, in fact, it had happened once that a child had bumped into Kouyou in the same way, but even though he had already been sensitive enough to pull the child up and ask him how he was doing, the parent rushed to the scene, quickly apologized, and dragged the child away as if they were in the presence of the devil. Thus, I thought the same would have happened to me ...” serenely informed the general “... I had been wrong”.

“You!” screamed the voice of a girl who was not standing and glaring in front of Yoshiki, who was wondering whether she was actually talking to him “... there is not any other person around here, so stop looking at me like I am stupid!” quickly added the girl, walking up to him with an aggressive stance, as he stood silent all the while, wondering exactly what was to be done in situations such as this one; there was nothing on his manual that he could recall, regarding situation incurring a female young adult, and a female child “... are really just going to leave my sister on the floor like that?! Not even ask her how she is doing, or a simple I am sorry?” indignantly inquired the young girl.

“She is the one, who bumped into me, why am I the one to apologize?” calmly asked Yoshiki, genuinely wondering as to the odd presumptions of the girl.

“She is a child, doing children things, such as not listening to her older sister ...” angrily began to explain the girl, quickly flashing a glare at the child, who quickly went silent “... of curse she did not mean to bump into you, and now she is probably not even wounded, or have anything serious … but that is simply what girls, and children do … do I need to explain such a common sense thing?” frustratedly pointed out the girl, moving away from her face her brown-orange long wavy locks.

“If it were common sense, I would have known ...” simply stated Yoshiki “... now if you would excuse me-” tried to dismiss the red-head, but he was suddenly pushed back by the wavy haired girl

“No you are not excuse Si-r!” hissed the girl “... not until you show some concern to my little sister” precised the girl, folding her arms on her chest, her features turned deadly serious, and obviously awaiting for words, that the red-head wasn't ready to give anytime soon.

“But I have done nothing wrong!” bemusedly exclaimed the young adult, staring at the young lady wide-eyed.

“It is not a matter of right or wrong, Sir, it is a matter of simple courtesy and education!” shouted back the girl, looking as if she were ready to start a war.

“Well if that is so, I doubt that an economically challenged girl such as yourself, could understand anything about proper educat-” tried to retort Yoshiki, but a swift and well placed slap on his cheek, quickly put a stop to that.

“How dare you result to offend me? Have you no shame?” almost whispered the girl, looking incredibly shocked.

“I ...” hesitantly began the red-head young man, whom was now standing in front of her, with his hand over his reddened cheek, in pure shock; never had he even been accidentally hit, not to talk about slapped “... I was just pointing out the obvious” he sincerely expressed.

“So you really do not see anything wrong with what you have just done and said?” inquired the girl, astonishingly staring at Yoshiki, who resolved to simply keep quiet, not wanting to be maybe punched next, because one thing he recalled was that he was not allowed to use violence against the female gender; that at least he knew “Where do you live Sir?” impatiently inquired the girl, receiving no answer other than newly unbelieving and wide eyes “... I am asking you were you live sir, we are going there now, the three of us, you sir, myself and my sister” informed the girl, at which Yoshiki merely pointed behind the girl's back, whom turned around “... that is one big house, oh well” he expressed turning back around, walked past the red-head to grab her sister, and start walking towards the mansion “... let's get going Shiina, we will fix this properly, and quickly, since we do have other things to do” hissed the girl, as Yoshiki silently watched them stomp towards his house, while calmly following them, and even though his cheek had been hit rather harshly for a girl, for some reason, he was not angry; why was that?

As they arrived, Yoshiki silently brought out his keys, and let them in from on of the back doors in the house, after which he let the two girls in and simply stood there.

“Thus ...” haughtily inquired the elder of the girls.

“Thus? ...” confusingly asked Yoshiki in a low tone.

“Where are your parents, I request to have a talk to them” expressed the girl, sternly looking up at Yoshiki, who merely stared back at her.

“My mother is deceased, my father is not in town, same as for my step-mother” plainly informed the red-head, as he observed the girl getting angry by the second “... but if you would like to leave a message, I shall promptly deliver it at my father's retur-” hesitantly tried to reassure Yoshiki, whom was however abruptly cut-off by the gril, whom finally seemed to have lost her, already invisible cool.

“I do not tolerate being made fun of! Take me serious Sir! I … I … I-!” kept shouting the girl, whom was then politely interrupted by the voice of another man

“What do we have here? ...” said the young man, to whose side was another young man with long blond hair “... an angry but unexpectedly beautiful sight” politely interjected the young brunette, politely bowing at the girl.

“Someone with a bit of manners I see ...” whispered the girl, bowing herself in reply “... may I please talk to the owner of the house sir?” asked the girl looking at the new-comers.

“Well my young lady ...” began the brunette “the owner is currently not present, but you do seem very troubled, so you might express any of your concerns to the young man standing next to you, for he is acting as the owner in the absence of his father” clearly and kindly expressed the brunette.

“Well sir ...” cynically retorted the girl “... the young man standing next to me so happens to be the cause of my distress. His lack of manners towards a visibly suffering little girl, and simply towards the opposite gender!” she heatedly explained.

“I am afraid ...” began the brunette with a melodramatic sad face “... I understand your pain milady … you see … unfortunately this young man has absolutely no clue whatsoever regarding exactly how to deal with a woman … he was not thought, those he does not know … you see ...” paused the brunette, walking towards Yoshiki, and patting him on his shoulder as he reached him “... he does not interact with people at all. He was sort of home school … and between me and you ...” he then paused lowering his head towards the young girls ear, to loudly whisper the following information “... he is so rich and powerful that he will not have to look for a wife … they are going to find him one” concluded the brunette.

“Kaoru!” indignantly called the blond, who was then glaring at the brunette.

“I feel sorry for the poor girl then ...” plainly stated the girl, quickly glimpsing at a still rather confused and silent Yoshiki.

“Do you not?! I actually do as well ...” amusingly agreed Kaoru, walking back to the blond's side “... even Kouyou here, who is the young man's younger brother thinks is really sad indeed …' he concluded with a grin

“No I do not!” angrily retorted the blond, turning to frustratingly glare at the innocent looking brunette “... stop, stop it!” added the blond, then breathing out, and turning away to look at the girl “ … Yoshiki, my elder brother, is not a bad person … he really simply … does not understand people period. But he is by no means evil, or purposely meaning to be so … he just ...” lowly trailed off the blond.

“He just might need someone to show him … some sort of maybe … manner training or people training … in particular female relationship … and I was thinking ...” nonchalantly began Kaoru “... you obviously do not know who you are standing next to, and I a doubt you would be scared off even you did, Miss ...” stopped the brunette, inquiring for the girls name.

“Amuro, Namie Amuro” promptly answered the girl.

“Miss Amuro ...” repeated the brunette “... you seem strong enough to be able to teach our poor Yoshiki some of all the deal with manners and human relations. They are incredibly rich, they would pay you the amount of money if you accepted to do so … I mean do think about his poor wife? Do yo not want to make the life a girl even a bit happier?” innocently proposed Kaoru.

“Kaor-” newly attempted to call the blond in a hissing voice, but he was cut off by Namie.

“I do not need the money ...” stated the girl “although I am certainly economically challenged, as he so nicely explained, I obviously so happen to possess something that apparently money cannot buy, thus I am willing to offer my help as an obvious service to humanity” condescendingly stated Namie.

“Wonderful!” cheerfully concluded Kaoru walking over to the couple, and patting them both on the shoulders “... is this not the luckiest day in your life?” exclaimed the brunette, receiving a rather menacing glare from the red-haired “... aw do not do that face, I am sure you will have lots of interesting fun” added Kaoru walking back to the blond “... well it was nice to meet you Miss Amuro, me and Kouyou need to leave now, so I suppose I will leave you to sort out things, goodbye” greeted the brunette, followed by a bow, which Kouyou imitated, and after which they walked away.

“So mister ...” vaguely inquired the girl looking back at the incredibly concerned and silent red-head “... may I please know your name? Even though your brother had been so kind to say it, I do not quite remember it, and I have no intention of calling you sir and mister throughout the whole time” calmly explained the girl

“Yoshiki Hayashi ...” weakly replied the young man, whom was currently thinking just into what exactly had Kaoru manged to drag him into; again.

“Good Yoshiki Hayashi, I will work hard enough on you, and can guarantee hat by the end of this ...” fiercely stated the girl, grabbing her sister's hand, as she got ready to leave “... you will make your future wife incredibly happy” she declared “I will be back tomorrow around this time, be ready Yoshiki Hayashi” she concluded and speed-walked out of the back door, she had just walked though not too long ago.

“Needless to say ...” resumed the general, still standing unmoving in front of his window “... I fell head over heals for her … she did lose her temper quite a lot with me, in fact, you do remind me of her in that aspect, Akira … but I got to visit her family and friends a couple of time, and seeing how easy-going, gentle and incredibly hard-working she was was around those she loved, made me want to strive to be one of those she loved as well ...” calmly explained the elder “... and somehow, I still to this moment do not know how … I manged to make her accept my feelings as well, and now that .. that day … was for sure the happiest day of my life” admitted the general “... her family was incredibly poor, with her parents working really hard, herself being the elder sister of three, whom all worked in the tiny field they had and still managing to make an earning … all the way in Manchester” he whispered.

“Manchester?” shockingly inquired Akira, as he wondered exactly how did his mother travel each they from Manchester to London with her economic conditions.

“That summer, she was in London visiting a friend, so no … she did not travel back and forth from Manchester if that is what you are wondering” lightly smirked the general “Approximately a year following to our encounter I proposed to her, and she seemed more than genuinely happy, which was still such a mystery to me … the more time passed, the more I realized just how special this girl was, and she almost felt too good for me. Yet, I decided to be selfish enough to want her all for myself, and she was truly happy with it as well. Thus, it was that we were able to make her family situation lots better, my parents were not too joyful of the union, of course, but I did not care, all that mattered for me was Namie and following … it became Namie and my children” firmly declared the general “I truly wanted us to have a family were laughter and singing, as they say, could be heard, I was ready to become a loving and more attentive father, and she would have been the best and most wonderful wife and mother in the world” stated the general with slight.

“So ...” lowly interjected Akira, lowering his head, feeling his own guilt quickly surfacing again “... so, what happened? ...” he managed to inquire, after which he felt Yutaka's hand over his own on the arms chair.

“I deceived myself … ignored reality … and kept living in my own mental continuation of our dream of a happy and loving family” declared the elder, turning around to finally face them both “... that your mother has a mental illness, it is well known by now, I suppose, however ...” he then stopped, to painfully look at Akira, whose nervousness was starting to escalate again. Was he to reveal his secret now? Was he to relieve his father of his sadness and apparent turmoil? “... that it had been like that from far before … even before our wedding … was something I had noticed, but never had the courage to bring forward, or even investigate … even though I had Kaoru …” lowly confessed the general “... at a point … it seemed like she was getting better, so I believed, I newly ignored and-” kept hurtfully explaining the elder, when he was suddenly cut off by the blond, whom couldn't keep his silence anymore.

“It was I!” exclaimed the blond “I made mother go insane in the way she is right now, I did not do it on purpose, I was-” tried to frantically explain the blond, blond he was interrupted by the elder, who kindly smiled at him.

“And behind that innocent promise of yours ...” shamefully began the elder, newly sitting down at his armchar barely capable of keeping eye contact with his son “... there … is where I comfortably hid. And while I stayed there ignoring the state of mind of my beloved … refusing to believe that such a thing was happening to us … was happening to her … thoughts such as It could not be helped … I was not there when it happened … I could not do anything … there is nothing I can do … useless thoughts like those just kept feeling my mind, making me feel better, and clouding my reality entirely” admitted the elder “... I just kept refusing to believe that this could be happening to the same Namie Amuro that saved me from so much … to the same woman that had the courage and strength to stay by my side, and want to willingly give me so much … I-” the general suddenly interrupted himself, closing his eyes, and staying silent for a moment, as if trying to keep in those tears that Akira was quietly letting out “... I am sorry Akira … I am so sorry … a caring father would have never ever allowed his own child to believe they were the cause of their family's misfortune …” apologized the general, whose eyes were still closed, and whose voice was slightly trembling “... for twenty long years I had known of your promise, for twenty more years I had known of your turmoil, for more than twenty I have known of your mother's conditions … and though I probably know there are not words I can say to beg for your forgiveness …” stated the elder, standing up and bowing at the still paralyzed and silently crying blond “... I do … deeply still do the same and implore for your forgiveness” concluded General Hayashi keeping himself bent “... and I will keep trying until you will at least feel less remorse”

Twenty years were an incredibly long amount of time. His twenty years had been an excruciatingly long amount of time, they had felt like forty, they had felt like a hundred years, in which he half hated himself for an amount of time that could easily equaled to eternity. If along the way he had been told all of these, he perhaps would not have been the person he was today. If he had been told this he perhaps would have ended up carelessly carrying himself around alongside with his beloved Takahiro, he would probably chosen a different profession … he would have perhaps been less angry. However, if he had been told all of these somewhere along the way of those twenty years, in this precise moment, the hands that was so kindly still holding tight to his, would have not been there, he would have never met Yutaka, he would have never learned to what extent really being happy and to be loved meant; but would he have needed to? If he had known he would have probably been happy and loved anyways, and Yutaka would have probably been not necessary. Wrong; or so said the painful jab he felt though his heart. Now that he knew Yutaka, and what it felt to be with Yutaka; his life had to absolutely be no other way but with him.

“Faith ...” lowly began Akira “... had made it so that I were to not keep suffering in the end anyways … thanks to your … lack of better judgment father … I was united with the love of my life” continued the blond, trying to keep his voice as unwavering as possible “And even though a part of me wants to hate everything that you are right now … another part of me does not feel entitled to even judge you … because I am not sure I would have been able to act differently if I had been in your shoes ...” expressed the blond “... it probably would have been hard for me as well to accept that something bad could be happening to Yutaka, and even though would not justify anything … I can understand, that is all” concluded the blond, after which a solemn silence fell in room, during which the general raised, and walked back to his desk.

“I do not know …. what I should do, I-” then suddenly began to declare the general, but he was cut-off by a still clearly bitter sounding blond.

“You could try and fix things as much as you can … before we leave” suggested the blond “... try and make everyone understand that you do not hate us … that we are not unwanted children, that there was a time and place for us … that there still is a time and place for all of us, and that you will take us there ...” almost pretended the blond, keeping his voice in check the best he could, as he felt the brunette's hands tightening around his, every time his anger seemed about to take the best of himself “... stop living in your dream, father, just bring him back, the father that used to happily play sword with us twenty years ago, make the dream become reality again ...” stated the blond in a trembling voice, as he observed the general silently nod, and finally reply with a nostalgic kind smile.

“Well … “ calmly resumed the general, looking at the apprentice “... I humbly apologize for my initial aversion to your relationship with my son … and for the following unfolding ...” he stated, receiving a reassuring nod from the brunette “ … please … take care of him, in the way you have apparently been doing in this past weeks, which has clearly been much better than what I have been able to in the past several years ...” pointed out the general “... you are both dismisses, tomorrow I will announce the reason of my return to the entire family and ...” he paused, turning to look at Akira “... I will keep your suggestion in mind” reassured the elder, receiving a nod from the blond, whom then got up, and walked away followed by the brunette.

“It was not my fault ...” lowly professed the blond, suddenly stopping on his incredibly shaky legs, and dropping to the ground from mental exhaustion “it was not my fault ...” he kept repeating like in a mantra, as the brunette joined him on the ground facing him, and tightly embraced the blond's head, whose tears were flowing freely on the brunette’s chest, each drop carrying with itself some of the hardship he had to go through all those long twenty years. Relief; ti felt good. It felt as if he were a prisoner, who had finally been freed and had won a long-long case, and to have someone to celebrate his liberation with made everything even more joyful. He was loved, happy, and lucky; did it get any better than this? “... it was not my fault”

“Yes ...” tenderly affirmed the brunette, whom was soothingly passing his hand back and fort over the blond's back “... it was not your fault”.

CHAPTER 19 PART 1

A/N: DUN-DUN~! And now the secrets are TRULY concluded, I needed to keep the existence of another secret for myself~ LOL. So we got to see a little bit of the past of General Hayashi the time of his encounter with Namie, and Akira is now completely “free of charge” isn't that great? Now I really really really tried my best to despise general Hayashi for what he had done, there is ABSOLUTELY NO JUSTIFICATION for his behavior, but … how should I put it … even though there is only one truth, said truth is relative to the believer. Well what is going to happen next 3 chapters to go I think … and we still have a very distressed Takeru going around the house … what will happen I wonder? Well just stick around I suppose ne? THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! See you soon~! Notice a chapter was added~!

Much Love -LnK♥(~_^ )/-