Watch! – Chapter Four

10:00 AM, August 22, Tokyo, Japan. Touma Fudou's Apartment:

After Touma tried to comfort the little one he started crying and still hasn't stopped. Fudou is desperate thinking it was his fault. The boy was soaking his shoulder with tears. He rocks the child to see if he would calm down, but it was in vain.

So he goes to his couch and looks for his cell phone. When he finds him, he immediately calls his secretary, Hiroshi.

- Hey, Hiroshi! I have a serious problem here! - He screams. On the other end of the line, Hiroshi was sitting working in his workshop. He takes off his glasses and sighs.

"Touma, explain to me what the problem is so serious?" Hiroshi asks, and on the other end of the line he can hear someone crying. Without thinking too much he concluded that it was Fuyuki and that was the serious problem too.

Touma thought a little about what to say, since knowing his friend he would curse him for somehow making the boy cry.

— Well… you know, somehow I made the brat cry and he doesn't want to stop. He starts talking to Hiroshi scratching the back of his head. He was speaking carefully so as not to irritate Hiroshi. And he continues. "So...you know, can you come over here for a minute?"

On the other end of the line, Hiroshi raised an eyebrow and was shocked by what he had just heard. Touma Fudou, one of the biggest CEOs in the country doesn't know how to take care of a child.

Well, it was to be expected. Since Touma has always been quite immature.

- All right. I'll be there in . . ." He pauses for a minute to look at his watch, then continues. - Fifteen minutes. Wait for me and don't do anything stupid.

Touma was happy with that and only confirmed with an "ok" and nothing else. Since when he went to add, Fuyuki hit his hand and he ended up dropping his cell phone. The grey-haired man went angrily.

"Oh, what's your problem, huh? he asks the boy who is still crying. "Can you stop for a second?" I don't know what I did to make you cry, but please stop. He spoke in a slightly elevated tone. His intention was to comfort the little one, but it was difficult to know his true intention raising the tone for a crincat like that.

Fuyuki, didn't get scared or anything like that. He even tried to stop crying, but he couldn't. He had been holding back those tears for a long time. He wanted to release his sadness. He would never see his mother again.

Touma stood watching him, waiting for an answer. But he realized he wasn't going to make it, so the only thing he did was sigh heavily.

"You know, brat, I can't help you if you don't tell me. If I did or said something that scared you. My sincere apologies…." He looked away when he apologized, as he almost never apologizes. He even felt a little embarrassed.

The little one is looking closely at his father and has even reached out with his small hand to touch Touma's face. But before she reaches it, the doorbell rings. Touma notices and immediately goes to the door.

— Hiroshi is serious, I sure as hell don't serve as a father! And one more thing: Of a son that is not even mine! Touma starts talking as he opens the door. He gives Hiroshi room to enter his house and then closes the door.

Hiroshi goes to the couch and sits down. He crosses his legs and fixes his glasses.

"Still talking about it, Touma?" – Hiroshi asks seriously and Touma makes a confused expression, but soon realizes what he's referring to.

"Uh, but isn't it true?" How can this boy be my son? - he answers Hiroshi without taking too long.

— I don't know, you answer me. Weren't you two married? – Hiroshi asks seriously.

"Yes, we were. But we never even slept in the same bed. Aside from that, our rooms were separate as well. - he replies Hiroshi.

Hiroshi chooses to let this matter go. It's an old subject, and you don't want to have to dig it up now.

"So what did you do with the boy?" – Hiroshi looks at Fuyuki who is in Touma's arms and continues. "You didn't intimidate him, did you?"

"Hiroshi you son of a bitch, do you really think I would do that? "His tone was that of an enraged person. He was offended. It wasn't bad enough to do that.

- I think yes. You're a delinquent, Touma! – Hiroshi answers Touma almost in the same tone as him.

"But so are you! What prejudice is this with me now? —Touma question in disbelief.

"First of all, I was a delinquent. Second, it is not prejudice. It's because of his terrible fame. – Hiroshi explains.

"Oh, let's skip the subject. It's not important for now. First we have to find a way to make this brat stop crying. – Touma says pointing to the little one and Hirsho is surprised, since Touma always gave full importance to their discussions. No matter how small.

"Well, let's see. Isn't it the way you hold him that must be bothering him? – Hiroshi supposes. "Why don't you try to hold it another way?" He suggests right away.

"I doubt that's it. Can you hold it for a moment? The problem may be who holds it. - Touma speaks and Hiroshi gets up quickly and goes towards the two. He reached out to grab the boy, but Fuyuki held onto Touma's neck tightly. Refusing to go with Hiroshi. — What is it, kid? release. I bet you like Hiroshi better, don't you? he asks and the boy shakes his head denying what he said.

"I don't know if I'm happy to hear the young master likes his slow father or if I'm hurt to know he prefers his incompetent father. - Hiroshi takes a thoughtful position. He puts his index finger on his chin and his gaze shifts.

"Look, you…" He was already raising his fist. He was prepared to curse his friend, but he chose to let it go. Because of the boy. - So what do I do? Since he doesn't want to go to you? he asks and Hiroshi looks at him seriously. He tilts his head a little.

— Turn around! The child is yours, and I was called here to help. But as you can see I can't do anything. He walks over to the couch and picks up his briefcase. He goes to the door and opens it. Before leaving he looks at Touma and finishes his sentence. "Good luck, Dad. - He walks away laughing. Leaving Touma alone again.

- Damn you! – Touma mutters. He lowers his head a little. He thinks about what Hiroshi said and in the end he sighed in defeat to think that he really was right. He looked at the boy, and saw him wiping away the tears that were still falling. Touma was finding it a pain to deal with the crying boy, so he put into practice what he had once read in a book. He ran his hand over the boy's head. "So, do you miss your… mother?" he asks hesitantly.

With the question, Fuyuki felt the need to answer her father.

"Yes. I miss my mother. - Fuyuki speaks between sobs. Touma was surprised to hear a response from the little one. He thought he didn't really know how to speak yet.

"Well, I know I can't replace your mother. And besides, I'm not even your real father. But it looks like Aimi really loved you, so I'll take care of you. - Touma speaks a little awkwardly to the little one.

"But you're my daddy!" - the boy says irritated. He thought it was rude of Touma to say that he wasn't his son. He was absolutely sure that he was his son, since his mother was always talking about him.

"Stop kidding, brat. Of course I'm not. – Touma speaks between laughs. Since he thought it was very funny that the boy said that he was the son of such a serious lie. Touma stopped laughing when he realized that he had already stopped crying. "Oh, you've finally stopped crying. Good…" He sighs in relief. "So now we'd better go get some coffee." I'm starving. He heads to the kitchen.

He puts Fuyuki on the other side of the utensils, as he had noticed last time that the boy is curious.

"This time, don't touch anything!" - He says and the boy falls with his head to the side. He realizes that the boy didn't understand. "Nothing, see! He gestures with his hand. As if he was representing space for the boy in an easier way.

The boy shakes his head confirming that he won't touch anything. Touma turns around and rolls up his sleeves ready to start getting his hands dirty. Before starting, he watches Fuyuki from the corner to see if he was quiet. He saw it was the same place he had left it, a thin smile appeared on Touma's face. He was even finding it interesting to be with the little one.