Generations: Part 2 Version A

Generations: Part Two

Version A

Chapter Twenty-five

Tohma sat in bed, staring out the window at the now lighting up sky. He waited for someone to visit him again, to visit and tell him more about the life he forgot—it broke his heart not to remember his wife and family, especially since Mika was pregnant. Plus they already had a son, so he been told, a son he couldn't remember, couldn't even picture in his mind.

He waited ever since he learned of him for his son to visit, but that wait seemed in vain—his son apparently wanted nothing to do with him now.

Sighing, Tohma averted his eyes from the window as his room door opened and in stepped Yuki, running his hand through his blond hair.

"Hello." Tohma thought for a moment. "Eiri, how is Mika doing?"

"She's doing fine—she's relaxed now at least."

"I'm sorry I don't remember her."

"That's not your fault."

"But I'm still sorry." Tohma turned his body around so that his feet hung off the bed, facing Yuki directly. "My son hasn't visited me yet."

"Toya's having a hard time, I'm sure he'll visit sooner or later."

"I wouldn't blame him if he doesn't visit me—I don't remember him, I won't even know who he is if he walked in right now."

Before Yuki could say anything the door opened again, and in stepped the brown-haired teen, followed by Shinichi who practically pushed Toya into the room.

"I told you I don't want to be here." Toya growled at the blond teen, pale eyes narrowed.

"And I told you, you can't avoid this forever. Especially since we're already here."

Toya only glared at Shinichi, oblivious to the stares of Yuki and Tohma, until Tohma stood up and walked toward him.

"Toya." Tohma said as he wrapped his arms around his son, unable to explain how he knew who the brown haired teen was, all he knew he finally found a face he remembered, even if that was all he remembered.

"Dad…" Toya faced his father, confused by the hug—his father wasn't supposed to remember him, so why the warm embrace?

"Tohma?" Yuki looked at the blond man questioningly. "Do you remember Toya?"

"Yes." Tohma held tightly to his son, and kissed his forehead, smiling.

"Dad…." Toya trembled as tears filled his eyes—hearing that one word uttered relieved him, touched his heart deeply. "You remember…?"

"You're my son, Toya." Tohma muttered and let go of the teen, confusion in his eyes at Toya's tears—shouldn't his son be happy that he remembered him? "Toya, what's wrong?"

"You remember me? You really remember me?"

"Yes. Your face, the sound of your voice."

"Dad." Toya wrapped his arms around his father, tears of relief falling from his eyes. "I thought you wouldn't remember me—that's why I didn't visit sooner. If I'd known…."

"It's all right Toya, I don't blame you." Tohma whispered into Toya's ear, his own arms wrapping around his son again.

"Does this mean you remember what happened to Toya, too?" Shinichi asked while Yuki gave him a stern look that said 'be quiet'.

"What? What happened?" Tohma looked at Shinichi his eyebrows furrowed in thought. "Sorry, I can't remember anything about that. What happened?"

"It's nothing. Nothing you need to worry about." Toya quickly said, giving Shinichi an evil look. "All that matters is you remember me."

"Toya…."

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Kessuke waited outside the door to Tohma's room, barely able to hear what was being said behind the closed door. He understood that Tohma recognized Toya, but other than that he couldn't make out. He only hoped that it was going well for Toya's sake.

"Aren't you going to visit Seguchi-san?" Shuuichi stepped up to Kessuke.

"Not until Toya is done visiting him. I don't want to upset Toya again."

"Oh. Well why don't you visit with me, there's a lot I want to talk to you about."

"I…." Kessuke gazed into Shuuichi's eyes, his thoughts on Toya still.

"Do you like Shinichi?"

"Wha…well he's a friend."

"Just a friend? Nothing more?"

Kessuke blushed. "Why would you ask me that?"

"…Just asking." Shuuichi studied Kessuke's blush. "Shinichi really likes you."

A deeper blush adorned Kessuke's cheeks, and he turned away from Shuuichi, toward the door to Tohma's room. Before Shuuichi could say another word, Kessuke opened the door and stepped through it, not caring about the looks of surprise on everyone's face, or the look of rage on Toya's.

"Kess, you promised not to visit until Toya was done." Shinichi whispered looking from Kess to Toya and then back to Kess.

"I would've kept it if your papa wasn't out there asking me questions."

"Papa asking questions? How bad could that be?"

"He's trying to interfere with my love life." Kess hissed, unable to stop himself from blushing again.

"Oh." Shinichi stared wide-eyed at Kess, enthralled by the blush adorning Kess' cheeks. "What questions did he ask since you're so embarrassed by them?"

"It wasn't what he asked it's what he wanted to know." Kess went to the wall and leaned against it, ignoring everyone except Shinichi. "Plus he told me you really liked me."

Now was time for Shinichi to blush hearing Kess' words, knowing what he meant.

"So Papa's trying to interfere with my love life, too. Damn him—I wanted to tell you myself."

"Tell me what?" Kess eyes widened and he stopped leaning against the wall.

"UH…um….I…."

"You really do like me, don't you?" Kess snickered when that got a deeper blush to adorn Shinichi's face. "Don't be so embarrassed." Grinning, Kessuke grabbed hold of Shinichi's shirt and pulled him against his chest, loving the blush heating up Shinichi's face. Then he brushed his lips over the blond teen's, a soft kiss that ended within seconds.

"Um, um….I…." Shinichi blushed deeper as Kessuke chuckled, the black haired teen moving in for another kiss.

"Okay, stop it. That's my son you just kissed." Yuki pushed Kess away from Shinichi, scowling.

Kess averted his gaze around the room, finally noticing who else was there, paling a little when he saw Toya's angry yet shocked expression.

'Boy, did I just screw up Toya's visit with his father. Damn Shindou-san, why did he have to be so prying?'

"Kess? I think we should leave." Shinichi muttered, pulling on the teen's arm and heading toward the door—his attention on the angry look on his dad's face.

"Yes." Kess walked with him through the door, a blush finally setting on his face thinking about all who saw the kiss.

A/N: End chapter