AN: After talking to one of my friends on this site, I decided that I shouldn't let the manga dictate or control what choices I have. Over the next few months, some of the things I write might not be accurate because I'm not going to read the manga but I hope you still enjoy my interpretation of characters and my plots. Thank you.
As for this fic, I did write one very similar to it before but I feel that I have more depth now. I also set up a schedule to get each and every one of my ongoing Skip Beat fics updated in what I consider a timely manner. So, thank you and I hope you enjoy.
Also, if you don't know Batman, I suggest you looking up Clayface.
Against Proper Form
Chapter One
Kuu looked out the window, he had been expecting his son back sooner than this and was starting to get worried. He sighed as he pushed a hand through his blond hair. Kuon was now twenty-seven. He had been able to get his life back on track and Kyoko had tried to give him a push to be a Hollywood actor after he had seemed to delay his professional dreams for her and their son.
Kyoko had been extremely stubborn about her feelings and it had taken Ren nearly finalizing his decision to leave Japan before she had told him that she loved him and given him a reason to stay. It had been in the summer of when she was eighteen and apparently she had felt that way for a longer time than had been comfortable for her. It had been hard for the two of them to date, a breakup over Sho Fuwa seeming to be one step away from occurring during the first year and then they had gotten engaged and soon after, she had become pregnant at the age of twenty. Their son, Rikuu Hizuri, had been born when Kuon was twenty-four.
So, that had definitely delayed him in seeking jobs in America which weren't temporary. Kuon had recently taken a few episodes of a TV show and today would have been his last day on set. Maybe he had gone out for a few drinks with his costars but it was unlike him to miss the phone conversation with Rikuu despite the boy barely being able to hold the phone.
"It's been a few hours," Julie said as she walked over to him. She gently placed a hand on the back of his shoulder and kissed his cheek. "You should phone him."
"He's not answering his phone," Kuu sighed. He looked at his reflection, he was much older than he had been. Still, he was relatively young when thinking about other grandparents. He was thrilled that he was able to take care of his grandson and he could see a lot of both his parents in Rikuu. Still, Kuu knew how important Kyoko and Rikuu were to Kuon, so much more important than his acting to be honest.
Kuu gripped the side of the counter. Kuon had taken care of himself since he was fifteen. It had only been a few hours since he had expected him home. "You know," Kuu said as he turned to Julie. "I'm going to take a drive, clear my mind."
"Maybe that's a good idea," Julie said as she wrapped her arms around him. "He'll be home by the time you get back, hopefully. You'll be able to ask him about the acting and help him pack," she sighed and Kuu turned to her concerned. He slid his hand to her cheek. "I wish that his visits here were longer," she commented. "He always has to leave too soon. Can you believe he suggested staying at a hotel?" she asked and Kuu chuckled.
"He's always able to stay here with us," he commented, "our door is always open to them."
Julie nodded and hummed, she hugged him again, "be safe."
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Kuu couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. His head was feeling foggy and his stomach was twisting in knots that would be hard to untie. Had something happened? Being in Kuon's situation in the place he grew up wasn't ideal but Kuon had always been able to defend himself. Kuu sighed. His son would be home by the time he'd cleared his head and he'd laugh over how he was worried about nothing.
As Kuu drove down a lonely street, he saw a very familiar car with a more familiar license plate. This was his car which meant that he was around here somewhere. Kuu could see that the windows were a little fogged and on the side of the car there was a note.
Kuon Hizuri has always been a monster. Had to make sure he looked the part as well.
Kuu ripped the note off before his eyes widened as he turned to the front seat. His son wasn't sitting there, not the way that Kuu had last seen him. There was a large mass of what appeared to be clay. What kind of construction worker had a grudge against his kid. He could hear the struggled breaths and then realized that the clay was moving as if it had been designed after looking at the movie Flubber.
Kuu opened the door and heard the sounds of the clay groaning and struggling to breathe. It almost looked like one of the monsters from a seventies cartoon. What was it? He put a hand to the clay, feeling some of it stick to his hand but his heart was thumping, pounding in his chest wildly. Whatever this thing was, it wasn't human.
He saw the mass open non human eyes before turning to him and Kuu heard a word that would haunt him forever, "Dad?" he asked and Kuu took a few steps back. Was his son underneath this clay? It was just an outer shell, wasn't it?
"Kuon?" he asked and then saw that Kuon's mouth was on the outside of the mass. What had happened to his kid? He saw what he now believed to be Kuon, look around before his eyes caught onto the mirror. He seemed to shout in pain as he saw his reflection. What was he? What had they done to him? He tried to reach a hand out but only the clay moved and Kuu wrapped his arms around his son feeling anger in his whole body.
"It'll be okay," Kuu tried to promise him. "It'll be okay," he looked around. He had to move Kuon. The streets were too dangerous. He froze as he saw the clay monster start to shake and then bow where he believed his head was in despair. "Can you move?" Kuu asked as he tried to hide the fear on his face.
Kuon seemed to move out of the car but left clay behind him. He was a blob and it was as if all of his bones and organs had turned into this clay. Was he going to be able to live for very long after being this way? Kuu helped him into his car, not caring about how messy it got before making sure Kuon's car was locked up.
Kuu turned across as he got in the driver's seat and stared at the unhuman monstrosity, he felt sick to his stomach but as he heard the moans of pain and actual crying, he reached out and put a hand on his son's shoulder. "We'll make this as okay as possible," he promised him before leaning forwards to meet his eyes. "This is very important," Kuu stressed, "Look at me," he said as he concentrated on the eyes, "I love you. You are my son. We'll get through this as a family. You know that I love you unconditionally, don't you?" he said and Kuon nodded.
Kuu took a nervous breath in and drove ahead, every so often looking at his son's new form. Even though it scared him, Kuu tried his best to keep the fear off of his face. Kuon needed more than that from him. He deserved better from him.
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As Kuu parked the car in the garage, planning on getting Kuon's the following morning, he placed a hand atop of Kuon's chest. He could feel the breathing and that was a small comfort to him. "Stay here, okay?" he asked and Kuon groaned in response. Kuu took that as a yes and put a hand to the back of his head. "You're still my son," he tried to assure him before leaving.
He felt the cold chills run through his body as he went to face Julie. He had no idea how to proceed in this, no idea how to take care of his child when he was in this state. He caught Julie sitting down at the bar in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and approached her slowly. "Jules," he told her and Julie looked at the marks on his body where he had touched Kuon's new form.
"What happened? Did you go to a construction site or something?" she asked as she gently tried to brush away the dirt on his body. She could see how pale he was. Something had happened. Something must have happened. "Kuu?" she asked slowly and he turned. "Did something happen to Kuon? Is he alive?"
"He's alive," Kuu told her and Julie nodded slowly, if he was alive then there wasn't a problem, right? "I need you to be calm. He's been hurt, mutated, it's not something that a doctor can solve. I don't know how to make it right but I think he's still him."
"What do you mean?" Julie asked as she got to her feet, her eyes wide. "Kuu, what do you mean mutated? Where is he? Where's my baby?"
"You need to be calm, he needs you to be calm. He's not…human," Kuu tried to explain but it didn't seem like Julie cared. Kuon was too precious to her that even if he had turned into a beast, she loved him and it wouldn't take away how much she treasured him.
"Where is he, Kuu?" she asked not caring about anything other than being able to comfort him and him knowing how much she loved him. "Where is my Kuon?"
Kuu put a hand on her shoulder, "Please don't scream when you see him," he requested but he didn't think that was possible. Kuu was experiencing too many emotions already but he wanted to murder whoever had done this to him. However, even more than getting revenge for his son was trying to find a way to care for his son.
As they entered the garage, Julie saw the clay golem in the car and rushed over to it, opening the door quickly and falling onto her knees. She saw his fear as he turned to her and tried to pull away, his body shaking. "Kuon?" she asked slowly with the tears in her eyes. She saw him nod helplessly and then stood up, wrapping her arms around him as much as she could despite wearing designer clothes.
Julie took a weak breath as she held him before finding him to put his clay arms around her. She didn't care that she was getting dirty, something terrible had happened to her little boy. It was worth getting her clothes dirty if he was there with her. "Oh my poor boy," she whispered as she cried into his new body. "Mommy loves you. Mommy's here," she said and heard the scared voice from inside the golem.
"I'm sorry."
Julie pulled back and dabbed at her eyes. She shook her head and Kuu came to put a hand on her back, continuing to look at Kuon concerned but he shook his head. "Oh, darling," Julie said as she touched his upper arm. "There's no need for you to be sorry."
"We're with you," Kuu tried to remind him, "We love you unconditionally, right?" he asked Julie who tried to smile weakly through the tears.
"Of course," she said without any hesitation, "Of course. We both love you so much. This doesn't change how much we love you."
