After Acts

Author's Note: I got quite a few requests for Haruka-chan, so here's a nice bit of fluff. I jumped numbers simply because this is about 4-5 years later. I am not going to fill in between 306 and 538.(232 acts is just way too much. ^^;) But if anyone wants to use any part of this go ahead, just give me a heads-up and a preview before you post it anywhere, please.

Scene 1

They all stopped sweeping. He looked up to find Maru and Moro staring at the front gates, smiles slowly blooming across their faces. A loud drunken laughter suddenly staggered across the grounds as he walked over to him. Just as suddenly, the laughing was followed by a woman skipping through the gate. She stopped as the girls suddenly cheered, "Mommy!" as the rushed over.

He turned from the group hug, looking up at him. "Mommy?"

Papa put a hand on his shoulder as he knelt next to him. "Remember what we told you about your sisters Haruka."

He nodded as he turned back to the women, "That Daddy's not really re-related to them. Moro and Maru's Mommy left them with Daddy when she left." He turned back to Papa, "Why'd she leave?"

He jumped at that sneaky voice, "I had business to do Haruka-chan. It was better for everyone that the twins stay with Daddy."

That look on Papa's face - Daddy called it preda- no territorial - made him back into Papa's leg. Papa always knew who the bad ones were.

"No, you're just too selfish," he smiled at that voice, turning to find Daddy coming around the back of the temple. He tried to hold still as Daddy came over to them. Looking up at Papa, he caught the little smile at him remembering what he was supposed to do if something really powerful showed up.

The lady smiled funny as Daddy stood beside him, smiling back. "You could have at least let us know you were coming Yûko. You know Haruka hasn't seen you much."

"Yûko..." he whispered as he took Daddy's hand.

All she did was wink at him.

Scene 2

Why was he outside?

He remembered going to bed... so why was he outside in his festival kimono without his glasses? Blinking, he noticed that nothing was looking fuzzy, so he started back to the house. Somebody starting down the temple steps stopped him briefly before he turned and ran to him. He skid to a stop as he stopped halfway down the steps. "You're not Papa... but you..."

The look-alike chuckled, "You sure are their son, little one." He sat on that step and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "I think you know who I am."

His eyes went wide as the man lit a cigarette. "Daddy told me he talked to Papa's Grandpa in his..." he suddenly remembered his manners, bowing slightly, "I'm sorry Great-Grandfather."

He only chuckled again, "No need to be formal little one, we are family, right?" he patted the step beside him. "Since we have the same name little one, why don't you just call me Ojii-san."

He smiled big as he started up the stairs and sat down. "Papa's told me a lot about you too Ojii-san. I really wanted to meet you."

"I know little one, but I had to wait until you were old enough to understand," he answered before tousling his hair, "I really wanted to meet you too."

He giggled as he tried to get away, suddenly stopping when he remembered. "Daddy said they weren't very long," he whispered, hanging his head.

That arm went around his shoulders, "Yes, but I saw Daddy to help him. I can just come visit, to play with you too. But this time-"

He cut him off by suddenly hugging him tightly. "I love you Ojii-san."

He smiled as he returned the hug. "I love you too Haruka-chan," before pulling away.

He knew he had to stay there as Ojii-san started walking away, will-o-wisps gathering around him. "I'll see you soon little one."

Haruka smiled as he faded away.

He opened his eyes to a fuzzy toy fox, stray tears rolling down his cheeks. Hopping out of bed, he rushed to his door. "Daddy?" he called out as he stepped into the hall.

His head peeked out the living room doorway, "Haruka?"

He started running down the hallway, watching Daddy kneel in front of him. He instantly wrapped his arms and legs around him, smiling with the silent tears he was pressing into his shoulder. Feeling Daddy standing and heading back to his room, Daddy laid his cheek against his hair and he knew Daddy knew too.

"Haruka?" stopped Daddy. Staying against Daddy, he turned to Papa as he started rubbing his back.

He felt Daddy smiling against his hair. "He's nice, isn't he?"

He nodded into his shoulder, "He looks like Papa."

Papa chuckled softly and smiled as they started into his room. "He told me to call him Ojii-san since we have the same name," he kept talking as Daddy put him back to bed. "He even told me he'd come to play with me too. Does Ojii-san still come to help you Daddy?"

He chuckled as he gently pushed him to lie down, "Sometimes, but he doesn't look like Papa anymore."

"What does he look like?" those mismatched eyes were eager.

And the other pair smiled. "Close your eyes," he followed orders as he gently covered his eyes, "That's what he looks like."

"Like a real grandpa..." he said sleepily.

They smiled at each other as he tried to keep his eyes open. "Like a normal grandpa Haruka. He is a real grandpa," Daddy said.

"He's our Ojii-san." He replied, yawning.

Papa leaned over him, kissing his forehead. "Yes, ours."

"Now go back to sleep little one," Daddy added with his kiss.

"G'night Daddy. Night Papa..." he mumbled sleepily.

Scene 3

Smiling as he slid the door closed, he turned to find a look in his eyes he never could name... but he knew exactly what it meant. Slipping one arm around his waist, his other hand drew his head down onto his right shoulder. Those arms rose up, holding him tight and he smiled. "I told you he would," he whispered.

He couldn't help the smirk when he pulled away, blinking a little too much. "We should get to bed. You're probably exhausted."

He caught his hand, making him turn back, "Not really."

The only response he got was a smirk as he was pulled into their room.