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FIC: Like Father, Like Son 1/? NC-17

Title: Like Father, Like Son
Author: Anestel
Email: Anestel@hithanaur.net
Website: http://anestel19.tripod.com/index.html/
Livejournal: www.livejournal.com/users/anestel
Genre: X-Japan, The TRAX, DBSG
Pairing: YoshikixHeath, RosexJaeJong, Rosex?
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): AU, possibly minors involved in sexual situations(16-17 year olds), yaoi
Disclaimer: Rose is not Yoshiki’s son(dur). I don’t know them. This is fake; it is a figment of my overactive, untamable imagination.
Summary: Yoshiki recieves the surprise of a lifetime. Can he and his lover deal with a new addition to their house?
A/N: The other day the words just sort came to mind and I started writing and here it is! This is *completely* pretty much AU! Not real! Fiction! Got it? Also eventually TRAX and DBSG will become groups but for now they aren’t together yet. When they do form there will probably be more pairings. ^_^


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Chapter One

-Febuary 2002-

“I have a what?!” Yoshiki demanded, nearly yelling into the phone.

“You have a son, Yoshiki-san,” said the soft female voice on the other end. “He’s sixteen now…I can’t take care of him anymore.”

“You have to be kidding me,” Yoshiki said through gritted teeth. “Are you sure he’s mine?” he asked, pushing his hair out of his face.

“Of course, Yoshiki-san. Please… I need your help,” she said softly.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” Yoshiki asked, sighing in frustration. “How is he going to get here? When?” Yoshiki began spouting out the questions as they flew through his mind.

“I have a plane ticket for him all ready. He’ll be arriving in Tokyo airport tomorrow evening. His flight is 347 on the Korean international airline…”

“Can he speak Japanese?” Yoshiki asked, laying his head back on the couch.

“Hai, you think I would have let him not learn? He can speak English too. His name is No.”

“No…” Yoshiki repeated.

~~~

“Yoshiki…” Heath’s soft voice came from behind the couch as the other hung up the phone. “Something wrong?” he asked, wrapping his arms aroudn the other’s neck, leaning down to kiss his ear.

“I have a son,” Yoshiki said flatly, tilting his head away from Heath’s kisses. “He’s sixteen. His name is No. He’ll be here tomorrow…” Yoshiki whispered. “Heath…” he murmured, turning his head to look at the other. “I don’t know what to do.”

“You have a son! Why didn’t you tell me?!” Heath thundered angrily, pulling away and crossing his arms.

“Because I didn’t know till just now!” Yoshiki yelled back, tears filling his eyes. “He was born before I even knew you, but she never told me she was pregnant,” Yoshiki tried to explain though his throat was tight.

“He’ll be here tomorrow?” Heath asked softly. “What are we going to do with a sixteen-year-old?”

Yoshiki shrugged. “I guess he’ll get the guest room… Hopefully he’s bringing his own things. We’ll probably have to do some shopping… I’m sorry Heath,” he said thickly.

Heath hopped over the back of the couch, sitting beside Yoshiki. “everything will work out,” he whispered, pulling Yoshiki close against his chest.

Yoshiki nodded, closing his eyes, letting Heath hold him. “I reallydon’t need a son around, Heath. I don’t know how to be a father and I all ready have so much stress in my life,” he said into the other’s shoulder. Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes and he reached up to wipe away the wet trails.

“Yoshiki, it will be fine. I will help you,” Heath promised, running his fingers through Yoshiki’s hair. “It’ll be all right,” he said again.

Yoshiki nodded numbly, caressing Heath’s neck gently, kissing it. “It’ll be all right,” he repeated.

~~~

The airport was crowded as usual as Yoshiki made his way through the mass of people searching for Gate 30. The plane would land soon; the man had decided that it would be better for him to go alone; though now he wished he had allowed Heath to come.

Gate 30.

There it was. Was he ready for this? To meet his son? No… but he couldn’t just leave, though his insticts screamed at him to run. He soon stood in the waiting area, staring blankly at the runway.

~~~

Rose chewed his gum with his mouth wide open as the plane descened, hoping that his ears wouldn’t pop. He couldn’t believe his mother had shipped him off to live with some stranger, even if said stranger was his estranged father. He closed the magazine. He just didn’t understand why his mother had done this! They had been happy and content. Well, at least he could speak Japanese. Things could be worse; she could have shipped him to Timbuktu or Kalamazoo.

A few minutes later the plane landed it was time to get off. He hesitated, pulling down his bag and walking down the aisle. Each step took him farther from home and closer to his new life. With each step his feet grew heavier. If only he could run back home.

TBC…
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