Ishida
By: Kawaii_Kitty
Prologue: What does it mean?
Ishida. I know that it means "Rock Rice Paddy". I also know that it was my last name at one point, and the only reason behind that was an abusive marriage. The only one who was really there for me back then was my mom. She would always take me to the park, or to the candy shop with my older brother, Matt. I loved my mom, and I still do. That is... whenever she'll get a few days off work and be awake.
The old days were scary sometimes, what with my father's deep, hoarse voice ringing through the apartment and hurting my young ears who had by then learned enough curse words to make the creators of South Park grimace all the time. My mother always said that I made her feel better, only because Matt wouldn't. She always used to hug me tightly when her cheek was red and swollen, and I would hug her back and cry with her, just until she kissed my forehead and told me to get a bath.
The dinners those nights were quiet, except when Matt or I asked for something to be passed. The whole thing started on a night like that. I looked from both of my parents to the other one when a curious question crossed my mind. Why did my parents fight? Because I was so young and naïve, those words went from my brain to my mouth before I had a chance to think about what I was saying.
I looked to my dad and swallowed my mashed potatoes. "Daddy?" I asked. He looked to me and nodded.
"Yes, T.K?" He said in a voice that was grinded down from his extensive yelling.
"Why do you make mommy cry?" Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Matt and my mother's eyes widen as they fought the urge to spit out the food that was in their mouths. The silence intensified and made my upper arms feel cold from the inside and my chest ache.
I felt everyone's eyes fall on me, so I looked to meet each of them. My brother first. He had a look of sympathy as he drew a guilty breath through his teeth and then looked away. I looked at my mom and she had also looked away.
And then I looked at my father. His eyes burned through mine with a flicker of evilness behind them, and a fire of hatred and cunningness burning within them, intertwining with one another and becoming something I had seen only in Devimon, Myotismon, the Dark Masters, the Digimon Emperor, and Arukenimon.
"Takeru." My mother said softly, setting her fork down and looking at me intently. "It's really none of your concern. Don't worry about it."
My dad looked at my mother. "Nancy," he said. "If he's old enough to ask, he's old enough to know."
Matt looked at my dad again. "Dad. Please. Don't. He's not ready."
I looked from family member to family member. "What? Ready for what? I'm a big boy."
Matt looked at me with sorrowful blue eyes. "Not big enough."
By: Kawaii_Kitty
Prologue: What does it mean?
Ishida. I know that it means "Rock Rice Paddy". I also know that it was my last name at one point, and the only reason behind that was an abusive marriage. The only one who was really there for me back then was my mom. She would always take me to the park, or to the candy shop with my older brother, Matt. I loved my mom, and I still do. That is... whenever she'll get a few days off work and be awake.
The old days were scary sometimes, what with my father's deep, hoarse voice ringing through the apartment and hurting my young ears who had by then learned enough curse words to make the creators of South Park grimace all the time. My mother always said that I made her feel better, only because Matt wouldn't. She always used to hug me tightly when her cheek was red and swollen, and I would hug her back and cry with her, just until she kissed my forehead and told me to get a bath.
The dinners those nights were quiet, except when Matt or I asked for something to be passed. The whole thing started on a night like that. I looked from both of my parents to the other one when a curious question crossed my mind. Why did my parents fight? Because I was so young and naïve, those words went from my brain to my mouth before I had a chance to think about what I was saying.
I looked to my dad and swallowed my mashed potatoes. "Daddy?" I asked. He looked to me and nodded.
"Yes, T.K?" He said in a voice that was grinded down from his extensive yelling.
"Why do you make mommy cry?" Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Matt and my mother's eyes widen as they fought the urge to spit out the food that was in their mouths. The silence intensified and made my upper arms feel cold from the inside and my chest ache.
I felt everyone's eyes fall on me, so I looked to meet each of them. My brother first. He had a look of sympathy as he drew a guilty breath through his teeth and then looked away. I looked at my mom and she had also looked away.
And then I looked at my father. His eyes burned through mine with a flicker of evilness behind them, and a fire of hatred and cunningness burning within them, intertwining with one another and becoming something I had seen only in Devimon, Myotismon, the Dark Masters, the Digimon Emperor, and Arukenimon.
"Takeru." My mother said softly, setting her fork down and looking at me intently. "It's really none of your concern. Don't worry about it."
My dad looked at my mother. "Nancy," he said. "If he's old enough to ask, he's old enough to know."
Matt looked at my dad again. "Dad. Please. Don't. He's not ready."
I looked from family member to family member. "What? Ready for what? I'm a big boy."
Matt looked at me with sorrowful blue eyes. "Not big enough."