the kitty kitty cat -rawr- (poetanarchy) wrote in roshikya,
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Title: Like Father, Like Son
Author: 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: This chapter is going to be kinda short and yeah...the aim SNs are not their SNs! Lol Again I'm not happy with this chapter. I think I wrote it horribly. T_T


Chapter Four

Rose finally managed to sign onto AIM several minutes later and after typing his password wrong a million different ways. He immediately added JaeJoong's screenname.

A little window popped up in the corner of the screen, showing JaeJoong was online. He smiled and doubled clicked the name:

Blondredroses: Hey

Rose sent the message nervously waiting for JaeJoong to reply.

Naturalplayboy19: Hey Rose
Blondredroses: Yay! It works!
Naturalplayboy19: -laughs- of course, silly
Blondredroses: What are you doing?
Naturalplayboy19: Talking to you and working on a paper for school...
Blondredroses: Oh, sounds like major fun.
Naturalplayboy19: No kidding. Nothing like 15 page paper on Globalization
Blondredroses: Ew.
Naturalplayboy19: My point exactly. But it's due next week and I've just now started.
Blondredroses: That's extremely intelligent of you. –giggles-
Naturalplayboy19: I know. -_-

"Rose," Rose heard Yoshiki call and groaned slightly.

Blondredroses: My father is calling me...I should go, I guesss. I love you.
Naturalplayboy19: All right. Junsu wants the computer anyway. Take care and give your father a chance. I love you.

At that they both signed off and Rose turned the computer off with a heavy sigh. He missed Jae so much all ready... He shook his head and hurried towards the living room to see what Yoshiki wanted.

"What were you doing?" Yoshiki asked, sitting by Heath on the couch, head leaning on his lover's shoulder.

"I fixed up a dial-up conncection on my computer," Rose answered tersly. He didn't want to tlak to Yoshiki; he didn't want to bein the same room as the man.

"You should ask before you do something like that," Yoshiki replied in a soft voice.

"Why should I?" Rose asked bitterly. "I miss my home and the people there. How else can I talk to them!" Rose said; his voice unintentionaly rising in pitch and volume, not that he cared that it did.

"This is your home," Yoshiki said firmly though he shook slightly.

Rose's eyes narrowed angrily. "This is –not- my home. You are –not- my father!" he nearly screamed in his hurt and rage. He then turned abrubtly, stomping back into his room like the petulant child he was.

"Heath..." Yoshiki said, whimpering pitifully. He desperately clutched at the dark-haired man's shirt, tears filling his eyes and slipping over his cheeks. "I don't know what to do..."

Heath shushed him, rubbing his back gently. 'Shh..." he cooed but finally pulled away and stood up. "I'll talk to him," Heath said. "Go make that phonecall you wanted to make," he instructed, watching Yoshiki nod dumbly and move to the kitchen. He sighed as he walked to Rose's door, knocking gently.

"Go away!" Rose yelled. His voice was thick and almost scratchy as if he had been crying.

"It's Heath, Rose. I just want to tell you, I'll see if Yoshiki will get DSL. I know the transition is hard for you and it's important for you to be able to talk to those you love," Heath said and watched as the door slowly opened, revealing a red-eyed teary Rose.

"Really?" Rose said, wiping at his eyes. "Can you see if you can make him not force me to go to school yet?"

Heath chuckled slightly at that, shaking his head. "I agree with him on that, Rose. Keep an open mind and you could make some friends here. You don't have to be alone."

Rose nodded and simply shut the door, falling on his bed, shoulders shaking. Could he do this by himself?

No, Heath was right; he needed friends.

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