Temporarily Helpless
Hello everyone! I've written a few stories in the past here, and reading them over again, I wasn't too pleased with them, but I'm back, and I've basically rewritten one of them. I hope you enjoy!
Finally, Ritsuka's mother was in a mental hospital. All it took was for Ritsuka's father to be around the house long enough to notice how completely gone her mind was. Now, Ritsuka no longer had to deal with trying to please her, or avoid her beatings. Unfortunately, his father had to be out of town for the next two weeks. In his hurry to settle paperwork at the mental hospital, he informed Ritsuka that he would be away, and asked his skinny son to see if he could stay with a friend while he was gone. Ritsuka nodded, and went upstairs. He had found a place to stay.
Monday morning, Ritsuka's father kissed him goodbye, and headed out the door with his briefcase to go catch his flight. Ritsuka finished his toast, and put on his coat and backpack. He locked the door on his way out, after checking that the key was in his pocket. It was a cold morning, and Ritsuka headed down silently to meet up with Yuiko to walk to school.
Ritsuka spent the day as usual, not participating unless called on by the teacher, silently looking out the window, counting down the time until Soubi would be out there, waiting for him. Ritsuka was being handed back an amazing score on his math test as he saw Soubi walk around the corner. He had on a long, purple coat, and smoked a cigarette, as he rested with his back up against a wall.
"That dick," thought Ritsuka. "Has to have his damn cigarettes wherever he goes. Never thinks about what it does to him, and the people who spend time with him…. Or how much I care about how he should stop smoking,"
Soubi had finished the cigarette before Ritsuka got down to see him.
"How was school today?" Soubi asked Ritsuka, smiling down at him as he took his hand.
"Boring," said Ritsuka, as they walked down the sidewalk towards Soubi's house.
"Do you have any homework?" he asked him.
"Yeah, but it won't take more than 5 minutes. It's really not that hard," Ritsuka replied.
"Do you have anything to study for tonight? I can help you, if you'd like," offered Soubi.
"I don't need to study tonight," said Ritsuka. Soubi continued to try to carry out a conversation.
"I haven't gotten to see you in about a week. What did you talk with your therapist about last week?"
"Nothing," Ritsuka said unenthusiastically. Soubi sighed. This was getting nowhere. Of course they had talked about SOMETHING. That was right after Ritsuka's father decided to institutionalize his mother. He wanted to know how Ritsuka felt about the whole situation. After all, he had picked him to be his caretaker for the next two weeks. Ritsuka only casually talked with him as they walked back to his house.
Soubi had started to make dinner, and he was in the kitchen talking with Kio while Ritsuka waited, watching T.V.
"Will you still be getting your work done?" Kio asked Soubi.
"Of course," he replied.
"You'll go to classes, too, right?"
"Yes, Kio. Ritsuka may be my responsibility for the next couple of weeks, but I'll paint while he's at school, and he's 12 years old, so he can take care of himself during the short amount of time I'm at my classes with you. And he can always text me whenever he needs something,"
"Fine. I just hate how last minute you get with all of your projects, just because you need to stop everything and wait on him hand and foot,"
"Ritsuka's not spoiled, Kio," countered Soubi. "I just think he needs more attention and care,"
"He gets everything he wants!" responded Kio.
"But, he used to have to deal with the awful mother of his. I think he deserves most everything he wants,"
"Your children will be spoiled out of their minds. I don't think you ever punished Natsuo or Youji; those rude little brats. They didn't have any rules to follow, at least not that I could see. They did whatever they wanted and YOU did everything THEY asked. I don't think they even went to school-"
"Kio, they're different,"
"Still spoiled,"
"Yes, I did spoil them. Are you happy now?"
"No! I'm just saying you shouldn't revolve your whole life around every single want Ritsuka has, or he'll become even brattier!"
"I'm just trying to make up for a lot that he's needed but didn't get," said Soubi.
"He's fine now that he's with you,"
"He's still depressed,"
"You're doing the best you can do to help him, though,"
