I MISS US

A/N: It's a future fic of the Violin Romance pairing. Wanted to post it up in conjunction with Fathers' Day in my country ;) It's a fic I'd been keeping in my laptop for quite awhile as I'd been really busy and my final exams are in a few days' time.

I wanted it to be a short songfic but it turned out too long ...

Disclaimer: I don't own the wonderful LCDO as well as Kenny Loggins - I Miss Us

Reviews are much appreciated!

Italics = Song lyrics (at the beginning of new paragraphs)...and thoughts (in between)

Chapter 1

Look at us

And the life that we made

Oh, darling I wouldn't trade a single thing

Still in love

But I can't help dream about yesterday

Oh yesterday

"Kaho, honey, you're being unreasonable…," Len tried to speak, running a hand through his blue hair. Don't you know I'm having a concert during this period? I already told you last month. He was currently in London, performing with the London Symphony Orchestra.

Kahoko was on the telephone, livid. "I'm not being unreasonable, Len! I agreed with your performing in London but it was up till last week!"

The violinist had to hold his cellphone a few centimeters away from his ears. He couldn't believe how angry his wife sounded. "I know, but they requested a special performance week up till this Friday, that's why I'm not back yet…"

"Kei-chan's debut performance in his school's annual Spring concert is this Thursday! I already told you this when you told me about your London concert! He's hoping for you to come and watch him and now you're going to disappoint him?"

Len winced at the shrillness of her voice. He had obviously forgotten about it – his son was going to perform in front of the whole school, an accomplishment to the young chap. Damn… "Honey, I…"

Kahoko cut him off. "It always has to be music first, right? We don't matter at all?"

Okay, so she was still angry with the time when he forgot about their wedding anniversary because he was too busy rehearsing and also the time when he was supposed to pick up their daughter from the kindergarten as Kahoko had students to teach…also because he had to arrange his pieces for another concert…

"No…I'm…"

"Goodbye, Tsukimori!" Slam and the phone went dead.

"…sorry…" Len whispered the word pointlessly. He had a sinking feeling inside. Definitely Kahoko's threat was going to be a reality for now.

The last time they argued, she asked for a divorce.

Since you're so in love with your damn violin, you might as well marry your violin instead and forget our two kids and I ever existed!

At the thought of his wife divorcing him, Len's heart turned cold. He loved her and their beautiful children…she couldn't be serious with her threat, could she?

Len's cellphone rang again. Wearily he answered it – probably Kahoko hadn't gotten enough of lecturing him. "Yes, honey?"

"I'm getting a divorce."

"What?" He nearly dropped his phone in shock. Surely she couldn't be serious? It was ironic that his worst fear which he thought of earlier was now a reality.

"I've discussed the matter with Fuji-san, the lawyer and signed the papers. When your special performance is over, you can come back and sign the papers too," she sarcastically spoke.

"W-When I come back?" His answer was shaky, very much unlike the cold him which he projected to the world. Oh God…

"Yes. Goodbye." Kahoko didn't evne wait for his reply.

And just like that, the world famous Len Tsukimori's marriage of eight years went up in ashes at that mere sentence of four words. I'm getting a divorce. He held his head with both hands, feeling a wave of dizziness sweep over him.

"I'm getting a divorce…A divorce...A divorce…" Kahoko's cruel sentence kept ringing in his head, jeering at him. How on earth did his parents manage to keep their marriage alive up till now? Mr Tsukimori senior was sometimes gone – overseas – for half a year and by the time he came back, it was Misa Hamai's turn to leave for her own concerts. Len was left at home most of the time with the servants. His parents missed his concerts occasionally, so what was the big deal? Why had his wife flipped out on him?

Oh yeah, Kahoko was not exposed to a professional musician's life like he was. Although she was famous solely in Japan, she had decided to cut down her performances to care for their children. Len, having higher recognition than her had to travel frequently for his concerts.

He was scared for real this time…And he did the most cowardly thing. When your special performance is over, you can come back and sign the papers too.

He didn't go back to Japan after his performance. He stayed on in London.

That was a month ago, with more angry, threatening calls from Kahoko but she couldn't do anything. Since he didn't return to sign the papers, they were still legally bound to each other as husband and wife. He just allowed her to scream at him on the phone – it was the only way he could hear her voice, know that she was okay…

I miss Sunday mornings free and easy

Lazy days and endless evenings

I really thought somehow

That I'd be over it by now

And I miss lying in your arms till morning

With nothing on our minds but making love…

Baby most of all, I miss us…

Len woke up in his hotel bed, his hair tousled and drenched in cold sweat. Damn it! He had been so close to kissing Kahoko's luscious lips, probing his tongue through it as he unbuttoned her blouse…It had all been a dream – a sexually torturing dream, the tenth he had gotten in the period of a month.

He sat up in bed, his chest heaving. After all this time…I'm still not ready yet? I'm not over Kahoko yet? His extension in London with the London Symphony Orchestra – who were greatly pleased to have him – was just the façade for him to go back to being his old, cold self before meeting the vermillion haired lady and whipping out his Mont Blanc to sign the papers. He thought time would let him get over the woman he married, but…

The violinist realized that he was feeling very uncomfortable down there and hurriedly made his way to the bathroom where he blasted the shower onto himself – full power. What the hell was with those lust driven dreams he had been getting?

Love making with Kahoko was…needless to say, passionate and con fuoco – with fire. The way their bodies gyrated together in a secret, seductive rhythm only known to themselves. Each time he or she returned from their concerts they would make love…after making 100 percent sure their kids were fast asleep, of course. He loved Kahoko's shyness but yet passionate driven…Len shook his head – his hair spraying water droplets about – clearing his mind off wild thoughts.

Heh, Len Tsukimori…respected musician but closet pervert!

His hand twisted the shower knob, stopping the water supply.

His throat felt parched and at the moment, he really needed a drink.

His legs were needles and pins as he left the hotel room.

Never mind the fact that it was in the morning – as in no one would be frequenting a bar at those hours – but Len didn't care. He simply felt he couldn't contain his bottled up emotions any longer. He found one place which was a few blocks away from the hotel he lodged at and entered, wrinkling his nose in distaste at the odious smell which stung his nostrils once he entered. Maybe someone puked at the doorstep last night…

The bartender, wiping some glasses, whistled when he spotted the younger Asian man enter his bar. Len halted momentarily, stuck between wanting to leave and to stay. But he had wanted a drink, right? Or maybe he just didn't want to be cooped up in the hotel at the moment. His feet carried him to the bar counter.

"Mornin' mate! Mightly early tuhday, aren't we?" The bartender cheerfully greeted him as he kept the glasses.

The violinist studied the man with mild interest – the bartender with an old nametag of O'Reilly pinned on his grubby looking shirt had a beer belly, no doubt coming from his job; a slightly pockmarked nose, bushy eyebrows, a double chin and he was balding with white hair on the edges. However, the man's best feature had to be his twinkling eyes which indicated he was a friendly person and made him look like a very happy man. Probably an Irish or and English from the country side…Len concluded based from the name and the accent.

"Good morning…I'm sorry to bother if the bar is…closed…," Len spoke in perfect English, save for his slight Japanese accent.

O'Reilly genially waved him off. "Pah, think nuthin' of it! We're open 24 hours daily 'cept Sundays. What'll ya be havin', mate?"

The younger man paused. What did he want to drink? "Do you have a Pepsi?" He hadn't eaten breakfast yet and a Coke would be too gassy for his stomach. Normally he drank fruit juices, but since this was a bar after all…

The least thing Len expected was the bartender to lean on the wooden cabinet behind him, guffawing his head off.

What is so funny? Hadn't the man asked him what he wanted to drink which he replied – he knew London had Pepsis – but the man was…laughing? Looking at O'Reilly's face turning as red as a cooked lobster irked him slightly.

O'Reilly hurriedly wiped away his tears when he saw Len grimace for a moment and his breath came out in slight wheezes. "So sorry, mate!" He tried to smile as Len looked clearly perplexed.

"Mate…this is a bar…and we dun serve drinks like tha'! Pepsi…" he almost wanted to burst out laughing again. "…is for virgins!"

It's going to just be a short story, but please do give me your support!

Arigato loads!

HY