8:00AM, September 1st, Tokyo, Japan.
Touma Fudou's Apartment:
It's only been two days since Touma and Fuyuki were together again. The two spent their days just doing the same things. Fuyuki and Touma woke up, ate, slept. And on other occasions Hiroshi would show up to deliver some papers to Touma. The man read, wrote, and signed papers. While the little one was quiet beside him, just watching. They exchanged very few words.
The man with the lilac iris seemed to be on silent strike. But he wouldn't leave the little one alone. Almost everywhere in the house he went, he took the boy with him. They bathe together, sleep together, eat together. In short, they do everything together, but they don't exchange words. And that particularly irritates the little one a little.
Why did he have to have such an immature father? And on top of that he said he wasn't the father!
Fuyuki seemed to have her father's temper, although her mother was also a very simple woman to deal with. And that's why, very few times Hiroshi said that the two matched. Both were delinquents.
On this particular morning, Touma woke up. He got up and sat on the edge of the bed. He admired for a few minutes the peaceful face of the little one next to him sleeping. The boy was very cute. He ran his hand lightly over the girl's dark strands and sighed.
— You have the same hair strands as Aimi. He bent down a little and carefully picked up the boy. The little one stirred and snuggled. Touma goes to the door and mutters again. "Seriously, I didn't want something to remind me of you, Aimi...
He went downstairs and yawned. He ran his hand over the unruly strands and thought about what he was going to make for breakfast. With the little one still in his arms, he opens the fridge and takes out milk. He opens the closet door and takes out cereal.
"Well, cereal is good for the kid. He sets it on the counter and a thought comes to his mind. - Wait one moment. I don't remember buying this. Hiroshi, that one…" He stopped himself from cursing his friend and continued. "Oh, whatever.
Just then, Fuyuki woke up. He rubbed his small hands over his eyes and yawned.
- Good Morning. – Fuyuki says to Touma. At first the man wanted to ignore it, but he responded.
— Good morning… Fuyuki. I hesitated to say the little one's name, but still let it out. Since he still believes the boy is not his son. Or just don't want to swallow that he's a father.
They sat at the table with their bowls full of milk and cereal. Though Touma was unsure if he could feed the boy this. He doesn't know about his allergies or what a child his age can or cannot eat.
He took the small bowl from the boy's front, and the boy held out his arms to keep from taking his meal, but it was in vain.
"Wait just a second. I will return it after checking one thing. - He looked around for his cell phone, and found it on the coffee table. She went to him and Googled what a two-year-old can and cannot eat. Touma read everything and saw what simple cereal could. So he concluded that everything was fine.
He handed the food back to the little one, and Fuyuki wrapped her little arms around the bowl and puffed out her cheeks. Touma noticed the little boy's caution with him and laughed.
"I won't steal your food. Do not worry. He raised his hands as if in surrender and the boy still looking at Touma ate. To make the boy more comfortable, Touma went to the couch.
He picked up some papers that were on his desk. It contained the child's date of birth, the city, the hospital where he was born and the time. Paying more attention to the boy's date of birth, Touma brought the paper closer to their face.
- Wait! His birthday is March 24th. So if I count the months before he was born, to complete the nine-month period. And Aimi, left August 22nd. He bows a little. "So when she ran away she was already pregnant with the boy. He opened his mouth indignantly. That was enough to confirm that he was the boy's father, and that Aimi didn't put much faith in him as a father.
"Why, did she run away when she found out about this? And why, did she hide it from me? No sense of her actions, Aimi. That's why I don't like dealing with you. Insists on complicating everything!"
That was the thought that went through Touma's head.
His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone. He looked to see who it was he was calling and saw it was Hiroshi. He sighed and hung his finger on the screen.
"Hello, Mr. Hiroshi. What's your call at eight in the morning about? — Touma joked a little with Hiroshi. The man with the black wires, just ignored it and kept his serious posture.
— I ask you to please, at one o'clock in the afternoon, go to the mall and take Fuyuki-chan. he asks politely. It went straight. Since I was very busy right now.
- For? Touma arched an eyebrow and was curious about what Hiroshi was up to with that.
"When you get there, you'll know. Bye Bye. - Hiroshi answers him and ends the call. He knew that if he lasted longer, Touma wouldn't leave him alone, until he knew what he planned.
Touma threw the cell phone on the sofa and looked in the direction where Fuyuki was, who was also watching him with curious eyes. The man slightly cocked his head to the side and the boy did the same. Touma smiled and asked the little one:
"Hey, wanna go for a ride?" - He talks excitedly.
- Sure! — the boy responds almost in the same animation as Touma. The man gets up from where he is sitting. And go to the boy. He picks it up and takes it upstairs.
The two do their morning hygiene and take a shower. After getting dressed, they leave the building.
Touma is dressed in black jeans ripped at the knees, a loose white shirt and a black jacket. Fuyuki, on the other hand, was wearing navy blue shorts, a white shirt and a black cap.
They walk to the mall on foot. There was one very close to them, but Touma didn't want to go there yet. So he took the boy to a tokoyaki tent. And then to a bakery. He bought some cookies, and several more slices of cake. They sat for a long time eating sweets. And at the beginning of the store Touma managed to catch a stuffed animal in the claw game. When they were done, they went to the primary destination. The mall.
12:00AM
"I have no idea what Hiroshi wants me to buy here. He looked around and didn't particularly see anything that pleased him. Since it was a wing of the mall that only people like him could enter. Even having entered this world, he cannot tolerate his people. They are mostly arrogant and disrespectful. He knew it was both, but not quite.
A man in a suit that he could tell from a distance was expensive looked in Touma's direction. Recognizing him, a smile appeared on his face and he approached Touma in quick steps.
— Mr Fudou, it's been a long time! The man raises his arms as if to embrace him, but Touma took a few steps back. The blond-haired, blue-eyed man made a slightly sad expression.
"What do you want, Mr Suzuki?" — Touma is direct and rude and without waiting for the answer he continues. "I thought we had finished our negotiations some time ago. He started walking again. "If you have something to say, deal with my assistant.
The man persists in the smile, even though Touma was being indifferent and rude. He noticed the small knot in Touma's arms, who was looking at him in a somewhat surprised way.
— I didn't know that Mr. Fudou had a son. He seems like a pretty smart kid. Besides being very cute. — the man approaches Fuyuki. And he raises his arm to touch it. But Touma doesn't let him. The man with the silver threads took the man's hand and gave him a penetrating glance.
— Please, Mr Suzuki. Don't go around touching other people's children so intimately." Touma released the man's wrist and walked, as he passed, he whispered in the man's ear. — Be careful next time. And I hope you don't tell other people about it. If I hear about it, I'll know very well who gets there first.
The man swallowed and placed his hand over the wrist Touma had held. He looked back and still watched Fuyuki, with a thin smile and waving his hand. As if he was saying "See you later." Suzuki did the same thing.
— I am more and more impressed with this boy. I still don't believe in the fact that he has a son. I've never even seen rumors that he was married. — The man talks to himself. "Well, looks like I'm going to need to investigate a bit. He stretches his arms and cracks his fingers. "Touma Fudou, you are more than interesting.