I Wouldn't Change A Thing

Anteiku

I look over at my alarm clock, seeing the time being six am. I lightly rub my eyes for a moment before getting up. I go to my closest and slip into a dark blue shirt and black slacks.

By the time I go to reach for my door knob, my door creaks open and in pops Masaru's head. He looks up at me with this doe-like innocence in his eyes. I smiles slightly down at him. "Oshi?" He asked with his tone and voice being light and soft.

Masaru had always called me Oshi, even when he first started to learn how to speak. Now, I've just gotten so use to it that I can't bare to correct his mistake. I mean, come on, it's so adorable.

"What is it Masaru?" I asked looking down at the spiked-haired male. I watch as the young Sakai starts to mess with the hem of his shirt. I slowly kneel down towards his height. "Hey, Masaru, what's wrong?" I was, worry starts to leak into my veins.

"Do you and Mr. Nishio hate each other?" Sakai #1 ask. My eyes widen at that.

"No sweetie! Why on earth would you think that?" I reply with a question, wanting to know where this was coming from.

"Me and Mitsu heard you and him yelling last night," he mutters looking down at the floor. I move my hand and gently lift up his chin.

"Masaru, I promise you that we don't hate each other. Adults just get into arguments over silly stuff some times," I say to him, hoping that he won't continue to think that we hate each other.

"Pinky promise?" The boy says looking at me while holding out his pinky finger.

I smiles slightly as I nod my head. I interlock my pinky with him. "I pinky promise," I tell him. I watch as the negativity rushes away from him. I smiles slightly before hugging him for a moment. "Why don't you go and play with Mitsu," I suggest. He nods his head quickly before racing over back towards his bedroom. I laugh for a moment before looking over by the door and see Nishio standing there.

I clear my throat and stand back up before looking at him. He looks down at me for a moment. The area is becoming more awkward the longer we stand. I close my bedroom door before going to see if the twins are ready, I had promised to take them somewhere special today. Now....all I needed to do was take them there without Nishio and Kimi ever finding out what it really is about.

I gently knock on the twins' bedroom door. "Mitsu, Masaru, can I come in?" I ask before a noise of confirmation.

I slowly ease the door open smiling over at them helping each other with their shirts. "You two almost ready?" I ask, even though I already know the answer.

Mitsu nods his head slightly. "Yes sir!" He says smiling. I sigh with a small smile on my own.

"You know that you don't have to calm me sir, right?" I say to him. I know that no matter what I do, I won't ever be able to be their father, but I can sure as hell get close though.

"Then what am I suppose to call you?" The boy with his hair down spoke.

"Well, you could call me Uncle. Or if you're not comfortable with that, you can always call me Kiyo-"

"Or Oshi!" Masaru says quickly as he smiles widely. As soon as he spoke though, he quickly puts his hands over his mouth. "I'm super uper duper sorry Oshi," he adds.

I shake my head slightly. "It's okay Saru, I know that you just got really happy," I tell him smiling.

"So you're not mad?" He questions looking up at me with his head tilted to the side. I shake my head no.

"No, I'm not mad Saru," I comment. He goes over and hugs my leg tightly. I smiles slightly as I gently brush through hair, hoping to ease his nerves. I know he was nervous for today. Who wouldn't in today society?