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scriveynerTitle: Enter Biyo
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Babyfic/Gates'verse
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Kanata
Rating: T
Length: 1252
Summary: An unexpected visitor.
“I’m home,” Gotou called, hanging his jacket on the hook. He could hear the clatter and laughter from the living room and smiled - nothing smelled like burning today, either, which was always a pleasant thing to come home to. “Masayoshi?”
He loosened his tie as he padded into the living room. Masayoshi sat on the floor, Masanori in his lap, and Keiko painting his toenails. “Hey,” Gotou said, stopping behind the couch, and Masayoshi tilted his head back and squinted at Gotou. “No dinner tonight?”
Masayoshi was giving Gotou a very unfamiliar, scrutinizing look. Masanori looked up at Gotou, a concerned expression on his face, and then back to Masayoshi. “You’ve got gray,” Masayoshi said, in not-Masayoshi’s voice.
“I -” Gotou patted the top of his head indignantly. “I do not, I-”
“You do, it reflects the light differently.”
Gotou opened his mouth to retort something nasty, caught himself, and then his brain caught up with him as he realized it wasn’t just Masayoshi doing a funny voice for the kid’s benefit, his voice actually was different. Gotou’s mouth snapped shut and the blood went to ice in his veins very quickly - Keiko had looked up at him as well, smiling happily as if she wasn’t aware of the danger she was in.
“Dada~” Keiko said. “You like Uncle Kanata’s toes?”
He took a deep breath and smiled. “They look very nice, Keiko. Where’s daddy?”
“He’s in the kitchen.” ‘Uncle Kanata’ said, watching Gotou with a very interested expression on his face. Masanori got to his feet and the man huffed as Masanori climbed over him, up the couch and held up his arms to Gotou, who picked him up without hesitation. “HFF, what are you feeding the rugrat, he weighs a ton.”
Masanori tucked his face against Gotou’s neck, but kept his head turned and watched the man who looked like his daddy suspiciously. “You okay, baby?” Gotou murmured, and rubbed his back encouragingly. Masanori nodded against him, but didn’t speak, and didn’t take his gaze off of the not-Masayoshi as Gotou headed straight into the kitchen.
He surprised Masayoshi - his Masayoshi, hair cut a touch shorter, familiar grin lighting up his face when he saw Gotou. “Oh,” Masayoshi said. “You’re home earlier than I thought you’d be, I haven’t started dinner.”
“What,” Gotou said, very conscious of the alert and far-too-smart child in his arms paying attention to his every word. “Is going on?”
“Ah,” Masayoshi said. He hemmed and hawed a moment, and then sighed. “So remember that thing I promised I wouldn’t do because,” he glanced at Masanori, who was regarding Masayoshi with equal suspicion, although the comforting familiarity of his voice was causing him to relax a little in Gotou’s arms, “of the kids?”
“Masayoshi,” Gotou said.
“I didn’t do anything stupid,” Masayoshi said. “Or, well - it wasn’t my fault, at least, I was picking up groceries and he pretty much fell on me, what was I supposed to do, ignore him?”
“Who is he?” Gotou asked, and Masayoshi opened the refrigerator.
“Me,” he said. “A different-er me.” He was so matter-of-fact about it, that was the part that Gotou found the most bizarre. “He’s just me from a different timeline,” Masayoshi said. “Like, two timelines over if I’m understanding him correctly.”
“And you left him alone? With the kids?”
Masayoshi cocked his head at Gotou. “He’s me, Hidenori.”
“No, he’s not - you’re you, he’s someone who has your face and that’s all.” How could Masayoshi be so blase about this? Gotou’s heart felt like it was going to jump out of his throat. Keiko was still in there with him. “Keiko called him … Kanata?”
“That’s my name,” the other Masayoshi said, behind Gotou in the kitchen. Gotou managed to not jump, and Masanori looked at Masayoshi, and then over at Kanata, his eyes wide again. “I picked it, Masayoshi’s already taken, after all.”
Keiko had him by the hand. “I made uncle Kanata pretty,” she announced.
“Very nice,” Masayoshi said. He crouched in front of her. “Do you think you can take Masanori and go watch some Red Axe while we make dinner?”
“Watch Red Axe BEFORE dinner?” Keiko asked, eyes wide.
“It’s a special occasion,” Masayoshi said, and ruffled her hair. She grinned at him and looked over at Gotou, who nodded his head. He set Masanori down, and Masanori immediately latched on to Keiko, keeping his gaze fixed on Kanata until they passed him and went back out into the living room.
Masayoshi pulled ingredients from the refrigerator calmly and Gotou let out the breath he had been holding when he heard the television turn on. “Who the hell are you?” he asked, his tone quiet but angry.
The man calling himself Kanata smiled sadly. “Your family is cute,” he said. “You’re married, then?”
“Answer my question,” Gotou shortly.
Kanata spread his hands. “I’m Hazama Masayoshi,” he said. “From - from another place, another time.” His expression was distant. “I go by Kanata now though, Hazama Kanata.”
Gotou looked over at Masayoshi, who raised an eyebrow at him, clearly having heard all this before. “Satisfied?” Masayoshi asked.
“Not in the slightest,” Gotou murmured. “How did you get here?”
“Beats the fuck out of me,” Kanata said. “I was walking home from the store and some idiot mugged a purse right in front of me, and I followed him down and alley. Next thing I know, I’m waking up on the sidewalk and my not-so-evil twin there is nudging me with his foot.”
“I’m not the evil twin,” his Masayoshi reaffirmed.
“You brought him home,” Gotou said.
“That doesn’t make me the evil twin.” Masayoshi opened a cabinet door. “If anything, I’d say that makes me extra-good, helping out the poor, timeline-displaced.”
“You are taking this in a stride,” Gotou said.
“He’s staying with us until we can figure out a way to get him home,” Masayoshi said, and Gotou said “Masayoshi, no.”
“This is so surreal,” Kanata said softly, as the Red Axe theme blared from the living room suddenly.
Gotou rubbed his head and sighed deeply. “That thing you promised not to do,” he said. “You’re doing it, Masayoshi.”
“Yeah,” Masayoshi said. “I know.”
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Babyfic/Gates'verse
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Kanata
Rating: T
Length: 1252
Summary: An unexpected visitor.
“I’m home,” Gotou called, hanging his jacket on the hook. He could hear the clatter and laughter from the living room and smiled - nothing smelled like burning today, either, which was always a pleasant thing to come home to. “Masayoshi?”
He loosened his tie as he padded into the living room. Masayoshi sat on the floor, Masanori in his lap, and Keiko painting his toenails. “Hey,” Gotou said, stopping behind the couch, and Masayoshi tilted his head back and squinted at Gotou. “No dinner tonight?”
Masayoshi was giving Gotou a very unfamiliar, scrutinizing look. Masanori looked up at Gotou, a concerned expression on his face, and then back to Masayoshi. “You’ve got gray,” Masayoshi said, in not-Masayoshi’s voice.
“I -” Gotou patted the top of his head indignantly. “I do not, I-”
“You do, it reflects the light differently.”
Gotou opened his mouth to retort something nasty, caught himself, and then his brain caught up with him as he realized it wasn’t just Masayoshi doing a funny voice for the kid’s benefit, his voice actually was different. Gotou’s mouth snapped shut and the blood went to ice in his veins very quickly - Keiko had looked up at him as well, smiling happily as if she wasn’t aware of the danger she was in.
“Dada~” Keiko said. “You like Uncle Kanata’s toes?”
He took a deep breath and smiled. “They look very nice, Keiko. Where’s daddy?”
“He’s in the kitchen.” ‘Uncle Kanata’ said, watching Gotou with a very interested expression on his face. Masanori got to his feet and the man huffed as Masanori climbed over him, up the couch and held up his arms to Gotou, who picked him up without hesitation. “HFF, what are you feeding the rugrat, he weighs a ton.”
Masanori tucked his face against Gotou’s neck, but kept his head turned and watched the man who looked like his daddy suspiciously. “You okay, baby?” Gotou murmured, and rubbed his back encouragingly. Masanori nodded against him, but didn’t speak, and didn’t take his gaze off of the not-Masayoshi as Gotou headed straight into the kitchen.
He surprised Masayoshi - his Masayoshi, hair cut a touch shorter, familiar grin lighting up his face when he saw Gotou. “Oh,” Masayoshi said. “You’re home earlier than I thought you’d be, I haven’t started dinner.”
“What,” Gotou said, very conscious of the alert and far-too-smart child in his arms paying attention to his every word. “Is going on?”
“Ah,” Masayoshi said. He hemmed and hawed a moment, and then sighed. “So remember that thing I promised I wouldn’t do because,” he glanced at Masanori, who was regarding Masayoshi with equal suspicion, although the comforting familiarity of his voice was causing him to relax a little in Gotou’s arms, “of the kids?”
“Masayoshi,” Gotou said.
“I didn’t do anything stupid,” Masayoshi said. “Or, well - it wasn’t my fault, at least, I was picking up groceries and he pretty much fell on me, what was I supposed to do, ignore him?”
“Who is he?” Gotou asked, and Masayoshi opened the refrigerator.
“Me,” he said. “A different-er me.” He was so matter-of-fact about it, that was the part that Gotou found the most bizarre. “He’s just me from a different timeline,” Masayoshi said. “Like, two timelines over if I’m understanding him correctly.”
“And you left him alone? With the kids?”
Masayoshi cocked his head at Gotou. “He’s me, Hidenori.”
“No, he’s not - you’re you, he’s someone who has your face and that’s all.” How could Masayoshi be so blase about this? Gotou’s heart felt like it was going to jump out of his throat. Keiko was still in there with him. “Keiko called him … Kanata?”
“That’s my name,” the other Masayoshi said, behind Gotou in the kitchen. Gotou managed to not jump, and Masanori looked at Masayoshi, and then over at Kanata, his eyes wide again. “I picked it, Masayoshi’s already taken, after all.”
Keiko had him by the hand. “I made uncle Kanata pretty,” she announced.
“Very nice,” Masayoshi said. He crouched in front of her. “Do you think you can take Masanori and go watch some Red Axe while we make dinner?”
“Watch Red Axe BEFORE dinner?” Keiko asked, eyes wide.
“It’s a special occasion,” Masayoshi said, and ruffled her hair. She grinned at him and looked over at Gotou, who nodded his head. He set Masanori down, and Masanori immediately latched on to Keiko, keeping his gaze fixed on Kanata until they passed him and went back out into the living room.
Masayoshi pulled ingredients from the refrigerator calmly and Gotou let out the breath he had been holding when he heard the television turn on. “Who the hell are you?” he asked, his tone quiet but angry.
The man calling himself Kanata smiled sadly. “Your family is cute,” he said. “You’re married, then?”
“Answer my question,” Gotou shortly.
Kanata spread his hands. “I’m Hazama Masayoshi,” he said. “From - from another place, another time.” His expression was distant. “I go by Kanata now though, Hazama Kanata.”
Gotou looked over at Masayoshi, who raised an eyebrow at him, clearly having heard all this before. “Satisfied?” Masayoshi asked.
“Not in the slightest,” Gotou murmured. “How did you get here?”
“Beats the fuck out of me,” Kanata said. “I was walking home from the store and some idiot mugged a purse right in front of me, and I followed him down and alley. Next thing I know, I’m waking up on the sidewalk and my not-so-evil twin there is nudging me with his foot.”
“I’m not the evil twin,” his Masayoshi reaffirmed.
“You brought him home,” Gotou said.
“That doesn’t make me the evil twin.” Masayoshi opened a cabinet door. “If anything, I’d say that makes me extra-good, helping out the poor, timeline-displaced.”
“You are taking this in a stride,” Gotou said.
“He’s staying with us until we can figure out a way to get him home,” Masayoshi said, and Gotou said “Masayoshi, no.”
“This is so surreal,” Kanata said softly, as the Red Axe theme blared from the living room suddenly.
Gotou rubbed his head and sighed deeply. “That thing you promised not to do,” he said. “You’re doing it, Masayoshi.”
“Yeah,” Masayoshi said. “I know.”
