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[ Shiro could only guess when he would arrive... and with limitations put on communication, he couldn't really phone ahead to announce his return. The weather was fair enough for a stroll outside, which worked in his favor since he was carrying something which looked like a brown shopping bag cradled in one arm, and a shotgun case slung over the opposite shoulder.

There was no hiding his age at this point: far too old to be a student, so he must be either a SeeD or instructor. But he seems to be approachable enough: his expression isn't fixed to a scowl, and his pace is calm. Wherever he's headed, he's not in any rush. ]

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[Yukio had been walking from the training center toward the quad, circling around by the entrance to the lobby, when he spotted Shiro walking up the path. Pausing in his steps, a smile crossed his features, and he headed outside to meet his father.]

Welcome back.

[There was a touch of relief and a little nostalgia to his tone--as if he still wasn't entirely used to the idea that his father was really alive and well here.]

What, don't look so surprised to see me back, alive!

[ Despite that it was some feat to balance an armful of groceries in one arm, Shiro scooped up his son in the other giving a tight hug. Hope none of Yukio's friends were around to see that! ]

Your old man can hold his own.

[ Shiro steps back and lets go, digging around in the bag. He removes a bottle of mineral water, as he'd figure his younger son would start to get surly without something that reminded him of home. ]

[Cheeks coloring, Yukio returned the embrace awkwardly, and he glanced over his shoulder the moment Shiro let go, checking to see if any students saw that happen. Once assured that no one had seen anything, he turned his attention back to his father.

When presented with bottle of mineral water, though, he cracked a smile. Trust his dad to remember to get him something like this after a long trip.]

Thanks. [He glanced down at the bottle for a moment.] Where did you go this time?

Listen to you!

[ Shiro patted a heavy hand upon Yukio's shoulder. ]

All work and no play! How 'bout telling me what you've been up to while I've been away?

[ A thought had occurred to him, and his expression visibly changed. ]

Hey, hey. Tell me. The new term didn't begin, right?

[ It was bad enough that he wasn't sure, but he's yet to actually work out a lesson plan for either of his classes. ]

[Yukio had actually just opened his mouth to answer his father's first question when he heard the second. He shot the other a mildly exasperated look--more amusement than anything else--before answering.]

It's starts on the tenth. [A pause and a smile.] That's just enough time for you to work out a lesson plan, right?

[ Ah, crap. At this pace, most probably not. But he'd just dismiss that thought with a laugh. ]

What are you talking about? I've got that stuff half done.

[ He allowed the gun case to slide from his shoulder. ]

You wanna do your old man a favor?

[He gives his father a wry smile.]

What is it?

[Somehow, Yukio gets the feeling that he doesn't exactly have a choice here.

--Not that he'd say no in any case.]

I gotta use those computer terminal things, and... I have no idea how to use 'em! Would you show me?

[ Shiro never had a personal computer of his own. He'd used them for work only so often. But! He did purchase a computer for Yukio's schoolwork! So, he assumes his son is something of an expert. ]

[Well, that certainly was not what he had been expecting! Yukio blinked and then nodded his head.]

That's fine. The computer systems they use here are more basic than the ones we have back home, so it shouldn't be that bad.

[...Hopefully.]

Let me know when you have time.

[ Don't go about jynxing this so soon, Yukio. ]

I can always rely on my sons!

[ Shiro also hands over the guncase--there's a shotgun inside. ]

I've gotta run a quick errand, would you also drop this off at my room?!

[Yukio takes the gun and then proceeds to stare at his father, an expression of incredulity spreading across his face.]

But you just got here. You're not leaving again, are you?

[He hasn't even had a chance to mention Rin's arrival yet!]

Don't give me that look! I'm not leaving again, I just gotta pick something up. There's no need to go about armed.

[ Shiro looks up for a moment in thought, and then returns his attention to Yukio. ]

How 'bout dinner in my dorm, huh? I wouldn't mind sitting down to a family meal.

[The look he gives Shiro says he's not entirely convinced, but he nods his head anyway.

And well, if they're talking about family meals...]

If we're eating together, make sure you ask Rin to do the cooking.

[ Shiro waves and turns around, that comment not quite sinking in. He stops suddenly... ]

You said, 'Rin', right?!

[He nods.]

The one and only.

[A smile appears and spreads on Yukio's face.]

Would me saying "nii-san" be better?

[ He nearly stumbled off his feet. ] I think I would've misheard either way! So, Rin is with us again...

Mm! I tried to tell him that you were here when he arrived, but nii-san wouldn't believe me.

[The grin on his face falters for a moment.]

Hopefully, the real thing will be able to convince him otherwise.

[Not far from the front gate, Rider stare at Shiro with curiosity. Was this person new? She hasn't seen this person before, but then again, she wasn't really a sociable person.....]

[ Luckily, Shiro was outgoing enough for the both of them. As he approached closer, he shown a polite smile. ]

Hello there, m'dear! Are you trying to find something around here?

[She slowly backs away as she nervously shook her head.]

N-no, that's okay...

[ Ah, a shy one? He didn't take it personally. ]

If you insist, I'll be around!

[ He waved, starting to walk toward the front gate. ]

[She quietly followed the old man.]

[ Shiro strolled along at his own pace, at least until he noticed another pair of footfalls aside from his own. He stopped, and glanced over his shoulder. ]

[Oh no, she's been spotted! She yelps and quietly stepped backwards.]

[ He grins, turning back toward his own way, going about peacefully. If he'd have a smaller shadow for the rest of the afternoon, ah well! He'd keep an ear open, if she would speak up or make a request. ]

[ It didn't matter what explanation Yukio had given Rin. He'd all but rejected what the other had said, the dead just don't come back to life after, right?

But seeing his old man, walking around, carrying some weird bag, acting like nothing had changed, knocked his disposition on its head. Rin was left staring, in a mixture of guilt and shock as he stood all but frozen outside the front gate. He won't say hello and he won't move closer to the other, but he's not looking away.

It doesn't even occur to him, how luckily habit kept him from leaving his tail out in the open. ]

[ Well, doesn't that person look familiar... Shiro stopped once he was close enough. Nobody told him Rin was here, too! A little lost for words, he finally managed to crack out: ]

Rin, you're...

--Don't!! [ He yells out almost reflexively in a wavering pitch.

Too soon. It was too soon for him to be faced with this kind of dilemma. Not but a few days ago he was locked in a cell wondering why his father had chosen to let him live-and now here he was standing in front of the man.

As much as he wanted to turn around and disappear though, he couldn't. He was consumed by a mixture of not wanting to blink and have his father disappear from his life again, being unable to face the maze of emotions that raced through his being, and wanting only forgiveness for what he'd done. A ballsy prick would demand answers to the horrid question that haunted him in his prison cell, but Rin only wanted proof that he wasn't hallucinating. ]

You're-- it's not--!

[ He'd ditch that bag--lucky, he didn't pick up any eggs on his way back! At this time he'd decide not to keep his distance. Just to confirm he was no figment of imagination or a hallucination, he'd gather his son in both arms and squeeze tight. He thought he'd never see his son in the flesh again! ]

[ A warmth washed over Rin when Shiro reached him. He couldn't tell which emotion he was the most right now, and hell, he almost didn't care.

He could feel his father hugging him, much like he'd done when he'd lost control of himself in preschool, and the other times he'd needed a form of comfort like this. At first all Rin could do was stand there frozen, unable to kick his brain out of the shock it was thrown into, but in a matter of moments he'd start moving. Lifting his callused hands against the other's shoulders: whether he was trying to push the other away or simply hold onto them was up for debate, but Rin didn't let go.]

My boy, my son!

[ Shiro's not going to let go, not for some time anyway. He has his fair share of regrets, but he won't let those spoil this reunion. His hug tightens, quietly choking out a few words: ]

Both of you are here.

[The increase in strength motivated the teen to speak, he won't look at his father, trying not to ruin the moment for once in his life.]

...dad.

[But Rin wasn't known for holding back what he was thinking.]

I-I'm sorry I'm such a fuck up. [ At least he's starting to return the gesture, and cautiously hug the old man back.]

[ He'll have a whole other discussion about that harsh language some other time. He laughed lightly, shaking his head. ]

You are not, don't be sorry about that.

You don't know half the stuff I've done since...![Since you died.]

How about we catch up on this over dinner, hm?! [ Shiro steps back a pace, loosening his deathgrip hug he's got on Rin. ]

[ Rin felt his hand linger on the others coat, but he let go the instant Shiro started to move away. He was supposed to be a grown up, grown ups don't cling to their parents... even if they've some how returned to life.]

I guess... [ It was still too unreal for him.] Is that what's in the bag?

Yes, you got it! [ He's got the rest of what he needs to cook dinner from scratch. ] Yukio will have dinner with us, as well. You wanna help out your old man?

[He stares at Shiro, much like he has since the start, as if he's seen a ghost. ]

I...Well it's not like either of you could make anything decent. [Tsuning was a great way to cope with the shock he was still drowning in.]

It's always been your expertise! [ He could cook at least a step up from the usual cafeteria stuff, at least... ] Cut me a little slack.

... [He grumbles slightly and moves to look through the bag Shiro had dropped earlier.]

What all did you get?

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