My Dads Are Cooler!
A Gravitation Story By: AngelicAngerJapanese notes: otosan: father, in this case, just dad. nani: what. chan: honorific that expresses endearment, mostly towards girls or used to give a sense of childish cuteness. daijobu: "Are you okay?"Taisho's shirt: J-Rock is short for "Japanese rock"
Chapter One: Morning People
"Otosan?" shouted a girl with long blond hair and amethyst orbs for eyes. She was running around the house in her pajamas, pulling together her wardrobe.
"Nani, Taisho?" said two voices, male this time. The louder voice was happy and carefree, while the other sounded quite annoyed. The girl gave an exasperated sigh, she went through this every day. Taisho should've learned by now, but she didn't.
"The pink otosan, not scary novelist one!"
"Oh." Footsteps coming from down the hall announced the arrival of a man in his thirties, with pink hair and, like his daughter, had eyes the color of amethyst. He was a little bit on the short side, but Shuichi had been like that as long as he could remember. His friends had always been taller than he was, but that gave him a sense of security. "What is it, Taisho-chan? Daijobu?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Listen, you wouldn't happen to know where my J-Rock Goddess shirt went, would you?" she asked. "I can't find it anywhere. It's the long-sleeved one, with black torso cloth and purple sleeves."
"Check your drawer, not the floor." Came the other male voice from the room across the hall. This voice belonged to award-winning, romance novelist, Eiri Yuki, a handsome man, three years short of forty. Eiri was the kind to age well, in fact, there probably wasn't going to be any signs of gray hair or wrinkles for a long, long, long, long time to come. Besides being known for his award-winning romance novels and insanely good looks, he also had a knack for getting easily annoyed. So, for her own safety, Taisho glanced in a drawer, and there it was, right on top.
Taisho glanced over at Shuichi. "Remind me to smack him after I thank him."
"Will do." Shuichi answered. "So what's worth not sleeping in on your first day of spring vacation? Is Hisoba having trouble with his computer again?"
"No," Taisho said, "Hideki called me at seven in the morning, the bastard." Taisho said bitterly. "Apparently, he and his family need help moving and he asked if I could help him move stuff." Taisho stopped from gathering things for a second. "Wait a second," she started, "don't you have a photo shoot today?"
"Don't worry," Shuichi said calmly, "that isn't for another six hours."
"Oh," she said softly, "then why are you up? You usually sleep in longer than I do."
"Well, the intelligent one started on his story about an hour ago, the clicking of the keys woke me up."
"I was wondering why he was awake too. Last night he said that he was gonna ask me something in the morning." Shuichi was a bit confused but nodded sweetly anyway.
Taisho walked into the room across the hall. Slowly, she opened the door and peered in. Sitting at the desk on the other side of the room was her other dad, Eiri, typing away busily on his laptop. At least it wasn't pitch dark in there like some horror flick. Actually, there was a lot of sunlight in the room. Feeling like she was in the clear, she opened the door all the way.
Her father turned around to see who it was and a small grin grew on his face. "Good morning, dumbass."
Taisho gave him a small, mischievous smile. "And a thousand more to you, ya' prick." She stepped closer to him and sat in the other chair on the side of the desk. "So, what was it that you wanted to ask me?"
"One of the most cliché questions a parent can ask…" Eiri looked at her with a slightly tired expression.
In unison the two said: "What kind of boys would you date? Y'know, just as a precaution." Taisho broke off from Eiri. "That exact one." He stated.
"Well, considering I'm in a hurry, I'll say it fast." Taisho replied. "My taste has a wide range. It goes from nice boys to neo nazis." Eiri had a surprised but proud expression. Taisho only smiled and glanced at her watch. "Oh look how time flies, I have to go!" she got up and gave her dad a kiss on the forehead. "Sayonara!" When she closed the door, Eiri still looked like a deer in the headlights.
"Hm," Eiri sighed, "I guess we're more alike than I thought." Eiri was known for his range of partners.
Within a few minutes, Taisho was fully clothed and going out the door with a Hot Pocket in her hand. Her hair was tied into pigtails and on her feet were her black high-tops that were covered in two years worth of dreams and ideas written in sharpie marker. "How do I look?" she said quickly.
"Stunning!" Shuichi shouted after her as she ran down the hall towards the elevator. A small crash meant she had tripped into the back wall of the elevator again. "You would have thought she would know not to run into that elevator anymore."
"Where does that remind me of someone I know?" Came Eiri's voice from right behind Shuichi. Sure enough, the tall, blond haired man stood with his hand on his partner's shoulder. "But you are right about one thing," he began. Shuichi was a little confused, "she is beautiful."
Shuichi turned to face him and gave a small sigh. "That's because she looks so much like you."
"But she has your eyes."
"Yeah, but she's tall, like you."
"She has your optimism and stubbornness."
"But she's smart."
There was a short pause.
"News to me."
Another pause between the two.
"By the way, the studio called and said the shoot was moved to two hours from now." There was silence.
Shuichi let it sink into his head for a second or two. "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!"
End.
