Jiro stood in front of the pantry, he's busy making some coffee and a cup of milk tea. He poured the coffee into a mug and enjoyed it for himself. He sipped the black liquid a little while his eyes gazing
through the window. It's still 6.30 in the morning and not much people or vehicles showed up on the street. His eyes dropped onto the bushes fence and he decided that it's time to cut them off. But
considering the weather was so low, he cancelled it. He just hoped the snow wouldn't fall today, it would make the temperature lower and made him cancelled all of his planning.

He leaned to the pantry and continued thinking about things that he should do that day. Bringing some of his clothes to the laundry, shopping, and giving Takuro a visit because he was caught in high fever. He felt something warm touched the back of his neck.

He turned and Hisashi pulled him into his embrace. Jiro giggled, "Watch out! The coffee will splash on you…"

Hisashi grinned as he saw the cup in Jiro's hand. Jiro gave him a quick peck on the nose. "Would you like some?"

"Where's the morning kiss?" Hisashi protested.

Jiro laughed and leaned his head to kiss his lover, then he lifted the cup in his hand, "Would you like some?" he repeated.

Hisashi nodded. Jiro poured him some coffee and handed him the cup. Hisashi sipped it slowly. His eyes never left from Jiro. Watching his lover enjoying his own morning coffee while his innocent face showed an expression like he was thinking of something. His finger played with a stray of his long blonde lock. Sometimes Jiro looked so cute that it made him want to die of joy of having him as his lover.

Hisashi moved closer to Jiro again and encircled his arms around Jiro's waist. Jiro leaned his back to Hisashi, resting his head onto Hisashi's shoulder. Hisa leaned down searching for his lover's lips.Jiro raised his head a little, giving Hisashi easier access to his mouth and drowned into the kiss. Hisashi catched Jiro's lower lip with his teeth. Softly biting and nibbling on it until Jiro released small moans from the back of his throat.

Hisashi muttered a protest when Jiro suddenly withdrew from the kiss. "I need to ask you something…"the blonde one said.

"There's always time for that…"Hisashi replied as he pulled Jiro again. Jiro stopped him and shook his head negatively. "This is serious, Hisa…"

Hisashi sighed, "Okay, what is it?"

Jiro took a deep breath, "Where were you last night?"

An eyebrow raised, "Is that all? You just want to ask that?"

"Answer me, Hisa!"

"I was at Teru's house. We're finishing the song, remember?"

Jiro crossed his hand in front of his chest. "Why you didn't call if you're not going to go home?"

"Jiro, you know that when Teru and I came together, we're always forget about time. You know that. I thought you'd understand…"Hisashi replied.

Jiro nodded. "I understood. But Shirou didn't…"

Hisashi frowned, "Shirou?"

Jiro glared a dagger to Hisashi, "You promised him you will teach him about the iMac, remember? He waited for you all night and keep asking about you…"

The blue-black head sighed, "Of course I remember! But you could
teach him…"

Jiro rolled his eyes. "That's not the problem, Hisa. He wanted you to teach him and the important thing is you promised him, Hisa! This is the third time you forgot about your promise to him…"

"I didn't forget. I just didn't have the time…"

"Then don't promise him!!"

Hisashi stared at Jiro. The blonde one stared back at him with anger. Hisashi always hated making Jiro angry. His mind worked finding something to say. Hisashi stepped closer. He touched Jiro's arm. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I really really forget this time. Forgive me, okay?"

"Don't apologize to me. Shirou's the one you have to apologize…"Jiro answered with deep voice.

"Yeah, you're right." Hisashi nodded in agreement. "Let's not have a fight because of this, okay?"

Jiro stared at his lover then wrapped his arm around Hisashi's neck. "He loves you, Hisa. He adores you. Don't make him disappoint again…"

"I won't…You're not mad at me again, are you?"

"I'm not mad at you…"

They laughed together and were about to lean into another kiss when a boy of about six bounced in to the kitchen.

"Ohayou!!"

The little kid jumped onto a chair. Jiro smiled, "Ohayou, Shirou-chan…"he greeted back to the kid. He released himself from Hisashi's embrace and handed the kid the milk tea he had made.

Shirou looked up at Hisashi when he felt his head was being petted. When he saw it was Hisashi, he made a face and threw his face away.

Hisashi glared at Jiro hopelessly. Jiro rolled his eyes. Hisashi sighed and thought for a while what he had to say to his son.The lead guitarist bended in front of the kid. "Are you mad at me?"

Shirou cutely pouted and somehow the pout reminded Hisashi to Jiro. "You lie to me!"

Hisashi nodded. "I know. I'm sorry. You have a day off today, right?"

Shirou nodded his small head. Hisashi smiled brightly, "So…what about going out with me today? There's a cool computer exhibition in town so you can get more than what I can tell you about the iMac…"

A pair of small brown eyes widened brightly. "Hontou ni? Yay, I want to go! But…"he turned to Jiro, "Papa will take me to Takuro Oji-chan's place…"

Jiro gave his son an understanding smile, "I can go by myself…"

The kid threw himself to Hisashi, "Yatta! When we'll be going, Tou-chan?"

Hisashi glared at his wristwatch, "About ten…I have to take a shower first."

Jiro petted Shirou's head lovingly, "Now, finish your milk tea and go get yourself a shower…"

"Hai!"The boy nodded cutely.

***

Jiro pulled his car into Takuro's drive way. He quickly dashed to Takuro's front door before anyone in the neighbourhood recognized him. He pressed the doorbell twice. The door clicked open.

"Hi, Jiro!"

"Teru! What a surprise!" Jiro said with mused seeing the vocalist in front of Takuro's door.

"Yeah, come in! Takky's still in bed…" Teru stepped a side to give Jiro way.

Jiro walked in and Teru shut the door behind them. They moved toward the bedroom. "Is he still in high temperature?"Jiro asked in concern.

"Hai. Last time I checked, it was 39,5 degrees…"

"Gees, poor Takuro…"

Teru pointed at a plastic bag Jiro brought in his hand, "What's that?"

"Oh, just some food. Mind taking this to the kitchen? I want to see him…"

Teru cutely nodded. He took the bag from Jiro and went to the kitchen. Jiro watched him left and entered Takuro's bedroom.

The room's still dim. Takuro was sleeping so soundly on his humble bed. A glass, a bottle of mineral water, some medicines, and an ice bag laid on top of the nightstand. Jiro walked slowly and sat beside the tall man. He reached out his hand to touch Takuro's forehead. He grinned when he found out that the temperature was still high.

He slowly raised and walked out the room. He found Teru preparing some refreshment in the kitchen. Jiro sat on the chair in front of the pantry. Teru served him a cup of caffelate then joined his friend."Poor Takuro. It's been three days…"Jiro started.

Teru nodded. "Uun. But I think it's good for him. He's too hard with himself when it comes about the band affairs. He never gives time to himself. He needs the rest…"

"Yeah, he will learn about that after he's fine…" Jiro sipped the chocco drink, "…So, how's the song?"

A pair of eyebrows lifted, "Song?"

"Yeah, the song. The one that you're doing with Hisashi…"

"Ah, that song. You don't know? It's already finished a week ago…" Teru answered with a smug smile.

Jiro's brown eyed widened. "What? A week ago?"

"Yeah. We will have you guys hear it as soon as Takuro is ready to get work again…"

Jiro bit his lower lip. A week ago. The song had had finished a week ago. So where did Hisashi go last night? Why he was lying to him?

"Jiro? Are you all right?" Teru stared at his friend in worry.

"Eh…yeah, I'm fine. Were you…going out with Hisashi last night?"

Teru shook his head. "Nope. I'm staying here ever since Takuro was sick. But he dropped by in here last night…"

"Are you sure?"

"Why, yes. What happened, Jiro?"

Jiro shook his head negatively. "Nope. Nothing. It's just…Great! Yeah, great! I can't wait to hear it!"

"Hisashi didn't tell you a word about the song?" Teru asked again in curious.

Jiro shook his head again. "Well, I guess he want to make it some kind of surprise for you…" he continued. Jiro just smiled. He stood."Well, I have to go now. Tell Takuro good wishes from me…"

Teru simply nodded. Though he sensed something was wrong with Jiro's reaction, but he didn't say a word again. He walked Jiro to the front door and watched him left with his Toyota. He heard Takuro called him so he went to see what his friend needed.

Jiro drove his Toyota with full concentration. The song had had finished a week ago. Hisashi didn't spend the night at Teru's house. He was lying to him. Why? Why?

***

Jiro caressed Shirou's hair and kissed the kid's forehead. Shirou seemed so happy today. He couldn't stop telling his Papa what he had seen in the exhibition. Plus, Hisashi bought him a new iBook and he spent the whole day trying on that thing. Jiro smoothed Shirou's blanket and turned off the light as he walked out. He closed the door carefully.

He made sure all doors and windows were locked then went to his own room. He saw Hisashi sat on the bed, reading Sophie's World. He had weird hobby lately, philosophy. Jiro shut the door behind him, making Hisashi lifted his head from the book and smiled sweetly to him. The small man reached out his hand to him.

Usually, Jiro would come closer. Taking Hisashi's hand in his own hand. Hisashi would pull him and they would begin kissing, caressing each other's body, flirting, whispering romantic or silly words, laughing, petting, and making love. Usually, things would be turned that way. But Jiro just stood there. His eyes staring at his lover. He breathed slowly. His expression was unreadable.

Hisashi shivered when he realised that. He stared at his lover with worry. "Jiro? What's wrong? Something happened with Shirou?"

Jiro shook his head slowly. "He's fine…"

"So?"

Jiro took a deep breath, "Where were you last night?"

Hisashi shrugged, "Didn't I tell you that I was at Teru's house? We're finishing the song…"

"The song had finished a week ago."

Hisashi stunned. "Well, it…it needed a last touch. Teru called me up to finish it."

"Teru's in Takuro's house these three days."

Hisashi bit his lower lip. He stared at Jiro's eyes but he quickly threw his face when he saw thousands of needles in his lover's eyes.

"Look at me, Hisa…Answer me. Where were you last night?"

Hisashi gulped. Trying to stay calm down. "Okay. I admit it. I wasn't at Teru's house. We're finishing it at Takuro's house…"

"You're lying…"

Hisashi clenched his fist, "Dammit, Jiro! Why you didn't believe me?"

"I will believe you if you're being honest with me, Hisa!"

Hisashi stepped down from the bed and stood straight to Jiro. "When do I not being honest to you? I always tell you everything, Jiro. Everything!"

"Yeah, everything! But that's a lie!"

"I am not lying, Jiro!"

Jiro rolled his eyes heavenward, "Sure! You're not lying! So just tell me where were you last night! And don't tell me you're finishing the song with Teru! I won't believe that!"

Hisashi lifted his hand, "Jiro…Look, I don't feel like debating right now, okay? It's up to you to believe me or not! I'm tired!"

"Fine!" Jiro turned his body and walked out the room. He slammed the door and went to guess room and slept there.

Shirou slowly closed his door and climbed to his bed. He buried himself under the cover and silently cried. He had heard his parents fight. He never heard them fight before. It feared him. He wiped his tears with his small hand and prayed for his parents wouldn't fight anymore.

***

Hisashi slowly walked to the rehearsal room. The hangover he had because of the lack of sleeping been really disturbed him. It's been a week since his last fight with Jiro. Like any other couples, they had fights but just a small fight and they usually quickly apologized to each other. But this time, Jiro was really really pissed off. They didn't talk to each other if not necessary. Jiro's been sleeping at the guess room and Hisashi couldn't sleep without holding his lover in his arms.

Dammit! If only that night he hadn't being such a fool. He was at Takuro's house, it's true. But when he stopped by at a club, he met Izumi. Yeah, that Izumi. The one he's dating years ago before he realised his feeling to Jiro or as a cover to his feeling to Jiro to be exact. She's still pretty, like she always did, but that night she looked a little miserable. As a friend, Hisashi comforted her and asked her to tell him what had happened.

They went to Izumi's place and she told him everything. It's just a common problem of lovers. She had fight with his fiancé and bla bla bla. But because Izumi wasn't a further-minded person, everything became more difficult. Hisashi decided to accompany her until she became more relax. He had wondered whether he needed to call Jiro or not. He didn't call…and he lied to him. He's afraid it would hurt Jiro if he told him that he was with Izumi. He decided to lie.

He reached the rehearsal room. Since they had Shirou, Takuro cutely scheduled all of GLAY's practice at morning or noon during the school time. He peered through the glass window and saw there are Takuro (he's survived from his fever), Teru, and…Jiro. He chatted and laughed with Teru. Hisashi felt jealous. It's been a week he didn't see Jiro laughed cheerfully like that. He just could hear him laughed with Shirou, but Jiro never laughed to him anymore.

Hisashi drew a deep breath and opened the door. Everybody turned to him as he entered. "Hi, everyone…"

"Hi, Hisa!" Teru's the only one greeted him back while Takuro was just simply nodded and smiled to him and Jiro…Jiro looked at him, but when their eyes met, he casually threw his face away to his bass guitar.

Hisashi just sighed and walked to his place. Right beside Jiro, but the bassist never looked up to him during the rehearsal. Not even a glare or peer.

The rehearsal was over and Teru looked at Hisashi as if he wanted to ask something, but Takuro called him so the genki vocalist just turned his back to him and walked over to Takuro.

Jiro took his backpack and was about to walk out but Hisashi quickly catched his wrist. Jiro glared a dagger to him. "Let me go…" he muttered between his teeth.

"I need to talk…please?"

Jiro stared at him. Hisashi still stubborn to hold his hand. Jiro nodded slightly. Hisashi slowly released his grip and entwined his fingers with Jiro's. He pulled Jiro with him and they passed Takuro and Teru at the front door.

"You're going to shop for Christmas?" Takuro asked them.

Hisashi smiled and answered him directly before Jiro could mutter a word, "Yes. There are so many things we have to buy…"

"Well, have a good time!" he said again.

Hisashi nodded and waved his other hand to his friends and walked to the parking lot. Jiro also waved his hand to them and followed Hisashi without a word.

Hisashi opened the passenger's door for Jiro and waited him to get in. He then ran to the driver's side and turned on the gear. He glared at his lover who was just staring straight to the front.

Hisashi drove carefully on the slippery street. There was silence, but none of them tried to say something. Hisashi missed Jiro's deep voice. He missed Jiro called him "Hisa". He missed Jiro's laugh. He missed those sparkling eyes. He missed the genki person he loved. He missed everything about the centre of his life. He missed him so badly he wanted to scream it out loud.

They reach their house and Jiro promptly got off the car and entered the house. Hisashi followed him quickly and catched Jiro's hand before he could go to his room and locked himself there."Sit down…"

Jiro sit on their huge sofa. Hisashi bended in front of him and held Jiro's hand in his. "Listen, I want to tell you something…" he waited for Jiro saying something, but Jiro didn't say anything. He gulped down and continued. "I…I'm sorry. I…wasn't at Teru's or Takuro's house that night. I…I went to Takuro's house to look at his condition
and because Teru said he would survive, which he did, I went home. I stopped by at a bar and I…I met…Izumi."

A shocked. "Izumi?" Jiro whispered slowly.

Hisashi nodded. "Yes. We talked…and…we went to her place…"

Jiro engaged his hand from Hisashi's grip and stared at him in disbelieve. "You…are you trying to say that you…you cheated on me behind my back? With Izumi?"

Hisashi shook his head directly. "No! For God, no! No, Jiro! We're not doing anything. We're just talked. She has this problem with her fiancé and as a friend, I was just trying to help her out…"

"Then why you didn't tell me from the beginning? Why you're using Teru as your excuse?" Jiro's tone became higher.

Hisashi shut his eyes. "Because I was afraid it would hurt you if I said I was with Izumi…"

"Hisashi, if…if you told me the whole thing, I'd understand. Just tell me the whole thing and I'll understand." Jiro said still staring at Hisashi. His voice became soften.

Hisashi leaned his head on to Jiro's lap. "I'm sorry. I really really sorry."

Silence. Jiro softly caressed Hisashi's hair. He bit his lips. Still, he couldn't ease the pain inside his chest. He drew a deep breath, "The problem is…you're lying to me, Hisa. And I don't know…how many times you had lied to me…"

Hisashi suddenly raised his head and stared at Jiro's almond shape eyes. "What? What are you talking about?"

"You had lied to me, Hisa. This time you confess, but what about the others? What lies you didn't confess to me? And how many lies you will make again?" Jiro shook his head sadly, "I couldn't use to lie, Hisa. I couldn't live on with a relation that was based on lies…"

Hisashi felt confused with Jiro's word. He felt something bad was going to happen. He took Jiro's hands again. "Jiro, I swear to you, this is the first time I lied to you. I promised there would be no other lie!"

Jiro smiled faintly, "Hisa…"

Hisashi became more frighten. Somehow, he felt he would lose Jiro. He shook his head. He tighten his grip on Jiro's hand.

"Hisa…I want…to divorce…"

***

Shirou put off his blue sneakers and bounced onto the house, "Tadaimaaaa…!!!"

Silence. He cutely frowned and ran to the kitchen. No one there. He ran to Jiro's dark room but didn't find his Papa there. He became worried and he ran to the guess room where his Papa been sleeping for the whole week. He slowly opened the door and sneaked his head. He saw his dear Papa sat on the bedside. Jiro bended to his knees with his head in his hands.

"Papa…" he called.

Jiro reflect wiped his tears and raised his head. "Okaeri. I didn't hear you come…"

Shirou put a worry face and neared Jiro. He touched Jiro's arm, "Papa, are you crying?"

Jiro wiped the tears from his face, "No. I was just thinking about something and suddenly my tears fell…"

"Is it…something bad?"

Jiro lifted his son and seated him on his lap. He hugged his son and caressed Shirou's black hair lovingly, "Maybe…"

Shirou looked up at his Papa. His dear Papa looked so miserable. He never seen his Papa looked like that. He didn't understand the whole thing, but he could sense that something wrong and bad was happening to his parents. He clenched a small fist to Jiro's shirt and buried his small body into Jiro's embrace.

Jiro couldn't find any right words to tell his son about what had happened to him and Hisashi. He felt his son snuggled into his embrace and he hugged him back tightly. Must the whole thing hurt Shirou too?

***

They sat on the sofa and Teru tighten his arms around Takuro's waist. Takuro rested his hand behind Teru's neck and his fingers moved caressing his skin. Teru buried his face into the crook of Takuro's neck and kissed him there softly.

"You're waiting for Jiro, ne?" Takuro asked as he dropped small kisses on the top of his lover's brown hair.

"Uun. I want to talk about something with him…"

"I don't have the right to know what it is?"

Teru chuckled, "Maa, don't tell me you're jealous! It's just about him and Hisashi…"

"I am not jealous! And I should warn you, Teru. You shouldn't get too involved with their problem. It's their own business…"

"I know. But their condition effects the others…I can't just not doing anything while I know I can do something…"

The doorbell rang.

"It must be him. Go get it…" Takuro said.

Teru engaged himself from Takuro and walked to the door. He opened it and Jiro stood there. "Hi, Teru…"

"Jiro! Come in!" Teru greeted him as he stepped a side to give a way for Jiro to come in.

"Uh, hi, Takuro…" Jiro greeted the tall man as he saw Takuro standing behind Teru. "Am I disturbing you?"

Takuro shook his head. "Nah. I'm just about to leave…" He took his coat and gave Teru a quick kiss on the lips. "Ja!" He petted Jiro's arm as he passed by.

"Come, have a seat!" Teru said after Takuro left.

Jiro propped himself on the big brown sofa. Teru went to the kitchen and shouted to his friend, "Would you like some coffee?"

Jiro settled down himself, "Ng, no, thank's! I can't sleep these few days, the caffeine will just make me feel worse…"

Teru came with two glass of lemonade. He put on in front of Jiro. "It's not the caffeine that will make your feeling worse…" he said calmly. Jiro stared at him but said nothing. Teru sat beside his friend and crossed his legs, "I know something was happened on you two…"

"He told you?" Jiro sipped his lemonade and stared at it.

Teru shook his head. "Iya. But I have eyes, Jiro. Even Takuro can see it! Now, spill it out…"

Jiro hesitated for a moment. He looked up at Teru who raised his eyebrows to him, waiting. He took a deep breath then spoke out all of the matters. He didn't realise that his tears fell while he spoke.

Teru gasped when Jiro told him about he asked Hisashi to divorce.Teru exhaled. He shook his head. "Jiro-chan, I know this is a serious problem. It's about truthfulness. But Jiro, divorce is not always the best way out…"

Jiro knew Teru's feeling about that word `divorce'. He had been through it.

"As you know, I've been through that. That's the risk of young marriage. Too close-minded, too selfish, too much ego, and it always ended with separation. Mine too. She thought I was so selfish and childish. She couldn't help it, she said. And she told me she wanted to divorce. I still loved her but I couldn't change her mind. The worse thing is she took my children… That was the most horrible time I had been through all my life, believe me."

Teru stopped for a while. He stared at his friend. Jiro still bending his head down, staring blankly at his glass. He continued, "Marriage…is hard, Jiro. You know it, don't you? Two different people who live together. Two different people with different manner also different thoughts. But there's something that can get over it. Love and understanding…"

Jiro sobbed. "I understand, Teru. I could understand. After he confessed, I could understand. But…but…he had lied to me. I can't help this feeling. I'm afraid he will lie to me again. I'm afraid he will lie and leave me behind…"

Teru took Jiro's glass to the table and held Jiro's hands. "Have you talked to him?"

Jiro shook his head slowly.

"You should talk to him, Jiro. That is the best way. Listen to me, Hisashi love you. He too loves you to hurt you. I'm sure he feels like in hell right know. Believe me, I know him. He will not doing anything to hurt you on purpose. And please, take off that divorce thing from your mind. You will regret it. Just talk to him…Think about Shirou-chan too. He's the one who will suffer the most…"

Jiro's sobs became louder and Teru pulled him into his embrace. He hugged Jiro and let his friend cried on his shoulder.

Takuro saw a small figure he knew sitting on the park's jungle gym. He got neared him. "What are you doing there, Shirou-chan? Are you supposed to be home right now?"

The small head looked down at him. "I'm just thinking…"

Takuro climbed the jungle gym and sat next to Shirou. The thought of a six years old kid thinking about something so seriously made him grinned. "What is it? If I may know…"

Shirou sighed, "Oji-chan, who I have to live with if Tou-chan and Papa get divorced?"

Takuro frowned, "Who says they will divorce?"

Shirou shook his small head, "No one says. They're not talking to each other these two weeks, Papa slept at the guess room, and I over-heard them…talking about…" he stopped to wipe his tears.

Takuro felt pity to the little kid. He reached out his hand and rested it on Shirou's shoulder. "I also know that they have problem, Shirou. But that doesn't mean they will divorce. It's just your Papa words, right? Your Tou-chan hasn't say anything yet, right?"

"I don't know…"

"Just calm down. Everything's gonna be all right…" Takuro said as he squeezed Shirou's shoulder softly.

"I don't want to lose any of them, Oji-chan…"

Takuro thought for a while. Suddenly he clasped his hands. "I know! Why we don't make something to have them making up?"

Shirou looked up at Takuro. His big brown eyes blinked, "How?"

"We'll think about it! Come on, I'll take you home. We shouldn't make your parents worry."

Shirou jumped to the ground and followed Takuro cheerfully. He assured that he would find a way and everything was gonna be all right. He sure of it.

***

Hisashi stayed in front of his iMac the whole day. He was updating his website but he couldn't do it perfectly like he usually did. His mind always flew to somewhere else. He released a big sigh and closed his iMac.

He leaned to the sofa and raised his left hand. He stared at the plain platinum thing that encircled his finger. He touched it gently and took it off. He looked at the ring. It was written at the inside: Jiro to Hisashi. Jiro wore the same as it, but the written was: Hisashi to Jiro. The symbol of their marriage. The symbol that he was Jiro's and Jiro was his. The symbol of their love. After everything that happened, was it going to be just simply a platinum ring now?

Hisashi cursed himself. If only he made a call that night. If only he didn't make any excuse. If only he told Jiro the truth. "Hisashi no baka!" he muttered. Now he doubted if he could change Jiro's mind.

Jiro was hurt and he's the one who caused it. He would never let anyone or anything in this world hurt his beloved Jiro. But now, he was the one who done that.

He kissed the ring and his tears fell.

***

Shirou climbed to his bed and Jiro covered him with the huge blue cover. He sat on the bedside and made sure that his son felt comfortable.

"Papa…" Shirou called.

"Hm?"

"Two days again is Christmas, right?"

Jiro nodded.

"What my present will be?" he stared at Jiro in shiny eyes.

Jiro laughed. "Not telling. It's a secret…"

Shirou pouted. Jiro laughed again. "Have you pray?" he asked his son.

Shirou shook his small head. He then entwined his fingers and muttered a pray.

"Dear Father in heaven, thank you for Your bless for me, Papa, and Tou-chan today. I want to rest now. Please protect me from evil and please make Papa and Tou-chan stay together. Amen."

Jiro stunned. "Shirou-chan…"

"Papa…"

"Yes, Shirou?"

"From your whole Christmas, which one is your favourite? Which one made you felt so happy?"

Jiro thought for a second and smiled to his son. "Christmas at seven and six years ago…"

"Why?"

His face was so soft as he spoke, "Seven years ago was when your Tou-chan proposed to me. Six years ago at Christmas Eve when your Tou-chan brought you for me. You are the most wonderful present your Tou-chan ever gave me."

"Do you love Tou-chan, Papa?"

Jiro smiled, "Yes. I love him."

Shirou smiled smugly. Satisfied with Jiro's answered. "Would you sing for me, Papa?"

Jiro sighed and nodded. He took a breath then began singing:
Lullaby and good night, in the sky stars are bright
Round your head flower's gay, set your slumbers `till day
Close your eyes now and rest, may these hours be blessed
Close your eyes now and rest, may these hours be blessed

Jiro smiled as he saw Shirou had fallen asleep with a small smile performed on those small lips. He caressed his hair and kissed his forehead. Jiro turned off the light and closed the door as he stepped out.

***

Hisashi took his cell-phone as it rang. He got a message from Teru:We have this Christmas party at my house today at about seven. Might as well tell Jiro coz I can't contact him. Take Shirou with you. Ja.

Hisashi scratched the back of his ear. He walked out of his room and went to the living room, but Jiro wasn't there. He went to the guess room. He stood right there staring at the wooden door. He raised his hand to knock but he cancelled it. He was afraid of Jiro's reaction if he found out he knocked at his door. Hisashi raised his hand again when the door was suddenly opened.

The two of them jumped back in surprised. They stood staring at each other's without saying a word. Hisashi stared at Jiro from top to bottom. Jiro's hair still looked like silk and shiny. His almond-shaped brown eyes he loved so much staring straight to him. His luscious pouty lips slightly parted. Hisashi licked his own lips.

"I…uh…Teru sent me a message. He said…there would be a Christmas party at his house today. The party will be atseven. And…he…uh…asked me to tell you."

Jiro frowned. Hisashi continued, "He said he couldn't reach you."

Jiro nodded. He had turned off his cell-phone. But why Teru didn't ring the regular phone? "Thanks…" Jiro whispered.

Hisashi nodded. "Your welcome…"

But he still stood there. Jiro scratched his nose. "I…uh…want to make some coffee. Err…would you…uh…have some?"

Hisashi nodded directly and he followed Jiro to the kitchen.

* * *

Hisashi turned off his car engine. Jiro took off his seat belt and turned his body to help Shirou took off his seat belt at the back seat. Hisashi took off his own seat belt then reached out his hand to take the champagne he put between the seats. Accidentically his hand brushed Jiro's. They stunned for a minute before Jiro pulled his hand and got off the car. Jiro opened the back door for Shirou and the kid jumped off the car. Jiro tucked on his son's coat and took his hand.
Hisashi sighed. He got off the car and locked it.

There were not so many people in Teru's house. Teru as the host, Takuro who couldn't get his hand off Teru's waist, Shigeo, Toshi, Masahide and for surprised, DIE was there!They drank, laughed, making joke, giving present, and else. But
Hisashi and Jiro still made a distance between them. Hisashi didn't want to make any distance, but evrytime he got neared to Jiro, Jiro casually avoided him. Jiro didn't want to make any distance, but he felt miserable. Hisashi missed Jiro. Jiro missed Hisashi.

They played the Ou-sama game (Everyone draw a chopstick with a number written on it. The one who get the chopstick with the Ou character on it may ordered the others to do some task and can not be sued). That was what Teru, Takuro, and Shirou planned to make Hisashi and Jiro making up to each other.

Everyone had their chance as the Ou-sama and of course there's so many funny things happened. Like Teru wanted Takuro to act like Sugizo or DIE ordered Shigeo to wear his horse mask for three hours.

The last round and Shirou jumped in ecstacy when he found out he was the Ou-sama. He ran to Teru and sat on his lap. They're whispering to each other then Shirou nodded his head."I demand number two…"

Hisashi chuckled. It was his number.

"And number…six…"

"Ah!" came from Jiro.

Shirou grinned cheekily to Teru and Takuro, "I demand the two to stand in the centre of this room…"

Hisashi and Jiro raised from their seat and moved to the place they were ordered. Everybody stared at them.

"That's it? We just have to –stand-?" Hisashi asked to his son.

Everybody stared at them. Teru, Takuro, and Shirou giggling like crazy, the other were staring at them in disbelieve.

"What?" Jiro asked. He felt annoyed.

"Look at above, you fool!" DIE said as he shook his head.

Hisashi and Jiro raised their face and looked at the ceiling. There, hanged sweetly a bucket of mistletoe. They stunned. Slowly they looked at each other shyly. Jiro bit his lower lip and Hisashi rolled his eyes.

"Aw, come on! You know the rule!" Teru grinned at his friends.Hisashi slowly leaned his head forward. Jiro shut his eyes. He couldn't stop his heartbeat that he felt became harder.

"Matte!" Shirou yelled.

Hisashi turned his head. Jiro released a sigh. He wiped his sweated hand to his pants.

"You must hug Papa, Tou-chan. Do it like you usually kiss him in the morning!" Shirou demanded.

Jiro didn't know what he had to do. In one side, it was just a game and he shouldn't take it seriously. But at other side, he missed Hisashi's kissed. He couldn't deny that he loved Hisashi so much.

Hisashi had lied to him, but he couldn't stop loving him.

He bit his lower lip when Hisashi moved closer to him. His whole body straighten when Hisashi held him. Hisashi could feel it. He leaned his face forward and whispered Jiro's name right before Jiro's ear and Jiro became relax.

He brought his lips to met Jiro's lips and kissed him softly. Their morning kiss he longed so much. He had missed it for these two weeks. He missed the luscious lips he's kissing right now. Hisashi's hands went around Jiro's waist and held him tight while Jiro's hands instinctively went surround Hisashi's neck.

Shirou watched them happily. Takuro couldn't help himself and demanded Teru's lips. The others just went to the other room for they couldn't hold any longer of the making out session in front of their eyes.

Hisashi held Jiro closer. His hand caressed Jiro's small back and deepened the kiss. Oh, how he loved Jiro so much. Jiro didn't mind. He kissed Hisashi back with the same passion. He found Teru was right. However, he couldn't deny that their feeling, their passion, their love to each other was still there and always be there.

When they finally broke up the kiss, Hisashi caressed Jiro's silky blonde hair and whispered at his ear. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please forgive me."

"Hisa…"

"Please, Jiro. Please don't leave me. I can't live without you. Please don't leave me alone…"

Jiro's tears fell. He loved Hisashi. What's the meaning of a little lie than to their love? He loved Hisashi and Hisashi loved him too. That's enough.

"I'm sorry too, Hisa. I won't leave you. I love you…"

Hisashi stared at his lover's eyes and kissed him back. "Thank you…thank you…" he muttered between quick small kisses. "I love you too…"

***

Hisashi and Jiro smiled when they saw their son fall asleep on the back seat. Hisashi catched Jiro's hand when he was about to take Shirou. "Let me…" Hisashi got off the car and took his son in his embrace. Jiro locked the car and followed his lover entered their house.

Jiro locked the front door and catched up Hisashi to Shirou's room. He saw Hisashi put Shirou slowly on the bed. He leaned to the wall and watched Hisashi took off Shirou's shoes and coat. He covered his son with the blanket and tucked it slowly. Shirou mumbled something and back to sleep.

Hisashi smiled and kissed his son.

"You never do that, don't you? Giving him a good night kiss, I mean…"

Hisashi smiled again. "Yeah. Sometimes I think I'm not being a good father for him."

Jiro walked near. He encircled his arms around Hisashi's shoulder. "But he never mind that. He loves you so much. He had said to me that one day he will be a person as great as you."

Hisashi stared at his son lovingly. "I know…He's so adorable, ne?"'

Jiro nodded. "I thanked you, Hisa. For bringing him to me. You fulfilled my wish…"

"Aa…"

Jiro engaged his hands from Hisashi to give their son a kiss. Hisashi waited for him at the door and when he and Jiro was about to leave, Shirou mumbled, "Papa, Tou-chan…"

They turned their head, staring at their beloved son. "Merry Christmas…" Shirou mumbled then back to his slumber.

They smiled to each other. "Merry Christmas, Shirou-chan…" Hisashi said as he turned off the light.

* * *

Hisashi sat on their bed and reached out his hand to Jiro. Jiro grinned and reached out his hand too. Hisashi took the latter's hand and pulled him to his embrace. He buried his face into Jiro's hair enjoyed the good smell of Jiro's shampoo. He held Jiro close and tight. He didn't want to let him go. Jiro was his and just his. He would never let him go again.

Jiro curled up in Hisashi's warmth. He buried his face in the crook of Hisashi's neck, smelling musk aroma from Hisashi's aftershave. He felt save and warm. Hisashi's the one who could make him felt like that. He cursed himself for being such a fool. He almost gave up on the most valuable thing in his life. Thank God he didn't do that. Thank God he listened to Teru and analized the whole matter all over again. Thank God he still had his love with him.

"Jiro…I…I'm sorry for everything. I'm a fool and I…"

Jiro put his point finger on Hisashi's lips. "Ssshh…stop it, Hisa. Everything was over. Let's just forget about it. Besides, I'm the one who's wrong. I was taking it too seriously. I'm just afraid you would leave me with your lies…"

Hisashi kissed the top of Jiro's head. "No, koi. No. I will never leave you. There's nothing on earth I will leave you." He leaned down and catched Jiro's lips with his.

The kiss was a soft warm-hearted kiss, but along with the passion, soon it became deep passionate kiss. Hisashi slipped his tongue inside Jiro's mouth. He explored every inch he missed. Jiro kissed him back passionately. His hand went blankly to Hisashi's head and brushed his thick blue-black hair.

They moved slowly. One by one all particle of clothing dropped on to the floor. They're caressing each other's skin. Feeling the contact of their bare sweated skins. They hissed out each other's name numerous times. Releasing small moans and `I love you's.

They're panting slightly. Hisashi stared at his lover's eyes. Found the passion and love in those sparkling almond-shaped eyes he loved so much. Jiro shut his eyes and let his fingers lingered on Hisashi's face.

"Open your eyes, koi. Look at me…" Hisashi whispered.

Jiro shook his head, "I can't…"

"Please…"

Jiro opened his eyes slowly. Meeting the brown eyes in front of him. Hisashi kissed him again. He went down on his lover. Giving Jiro all the pleasure he could give. Jiro hissed out Hisashi's name as he felt the pleasure.

Hisashi entwined their fingers together. "I love you, Jiro…" and he united their bodies. Jiro moaned. Feeling the unite of their bodies, of their souls and he let Hisashi brought him to heaven.

Jiro snuggled himself to Hisashi. Hisashi dropped small kisses on Jiro's face."I love you, Jiro. Merry Christmas…"

Jiro kissed his lover tenderly, "Merry Christmas. I love you more…"

***

Shirou opened his small eyes slowly. The sunlight shone through the curtained window. He yawned and sat. He blinked a few times. Suddenly he jumped off the bed and ran to the living room. There's a huge Christmas tree decorated nicely and with a bounce of presents under it.

He searched for his presents. He opened it one by one. There were a cute blue cap from Takuro Oji-chan and a set of drawing stuff from Teru Oji-chan. He reached out a blue wrapped box and opened it. He screamed happily. He grabbed his iBook and the present with him then ran to his parent's room.

He opened the door then stopped. He stood there in front of the door watching his parents slept hugging at each other. His Papa in his Tou-chan's embrace and they had this smile on their face. He smiled happily. He didn't lose them. He still had them together with him. He jumped to the bed and landed on Hisashi's stomach.

"Aaww…!!" Hisashi yelled and made Jiro awaken.

Shirou sat on his Tou-chan cutely grinned. "Ohayou!"

Hisashi grasped Shirou's waist and tickled him. "Ohayou, you little brat!"

Shirou laughed loudly. Jiro sat and smiled watching his lover and his son playing. Hisashi hugged his son, "What happened?"

Shirou shook his head. "Nothing. It's Christmas, Tou-chan!"

"You have opened your present, ne?" Jiro asked.

Shirou nodded. "Hai! Thank you so much, Papa!"

"What do you get?" Hisashi asked in curious.

Shirou took the blue box and opened it. It was an electronic dog same like Jiro had. Shirou always wanted it. He gave it to Jiro, "Show me how to operate it…"

Jiro took the dog and showed where the switch and the dog slowly moved and produced a small bark. Shirou laughed and took the dog from Jiro.

"Actually I want to give you a puppy, but I cancelled it. Your Tou-chan will spend his whole day protecting Ayu from the puppy…" Jiro explained as he stared at Hisashi in mischieveous look.

Hisashi pouted. "Don't you ever dare…"

Jiro gave his beloved a cheekish grin and kissed his nose. Shirou, still in Hisashi's embrace, watched his parents adoringly. He was really really happy. He reached out his hand and hugged his parents together.

"Merry Christmas, Papa, Tou-chan…"

Hisashi and Jiro laughed. They hugged their son back. "Merry Christmas, Shirou…"

The dog barked again and they laughed. Hisashi got off the bed and realised that he still naked. Shirou laughed and Jiro threw him a robe, "Don't you have any modesty?"

Hisashi pouted again. He wore the robe, "C'mon, anyone want Christmas pudding?"

Shirou jumped off the bed with his dog. "Christmas pudding!"

Jiro catched up with him, "When did you make it?"

"It's a secret, koi. You will love it." Hisashi said as he kissed Jiro.

Jiro sighed. Everything was back into the way it used to be. He glad he hadn't called his lawyer after he said to Hisashi that he wanted to divorce. He glad God still send His angel to remind him of the risks. He glad this was Christmas or the mistletoe thing wouldn't do anything.