An Eureka Seven fanfic.

ChapterOne
TheArtOfReffing
ByAzooozi

A/N: Hi everyone! I just wanted to apologize about the poor fic I wrote a year ago! I don't really know how I let myself post it on here. But either way, I'm most probably going to keep it on here due to it's sentimental value to me and my friend. But, anyway, this fic here will be quite a long one. Don't worry, no OC's excluding their son who I hope you'll like, and maybe a possible wife *winkwink*. But yeah, that's all I've got for now. So I hope you like this fic. R&R!

Patting down the side of her violet-shaded outfit, the cheerful woman set foot outside of her bathroom. She brought herself to a deep sigh as she stepped foot into the dimmed bedroom. Bringing her slender fingers up to the light switch, Talho flicked it gently, immediately illuminating the previously grim area. The loud groan of a middle aged man became clearly audible, while mumbling curses began to fill the air.

Narrowing her eyes, the women strut her way over to her indolent partner and slapped him rigidly on the side of his head.

"Fuck…" growled the enraged silver haired man, his voice laced with irritation. His eyes were squinted as he continued to curse to his wife absentmindedly. "Go away Talho I'm sleeping," finished the murmuring man, turning gaze away from hers and throwing a blanket over his ruffled hair.

"Holland," began the impatient woman, glaring at him from the corner of her eyes; arms firmly folded. "You could have chosen to sleep in any other day. Why did you pick today?" mumbled the raven-haired beauty as she unwound her arms and grasped on tightly to the woolen blanket.

Tugging on it tightly, the woman ripped it out of his grip and tossed it onto the matted floor.

He still didn't waver.

Holland had pulled the last straw. Bringing up the heel of her shoe, she thrust it hard into his shin, causing him to moan aloud in pain. Gripping tightly onto his leg, the infamous leader of the Gekko-State lifted himself up and stared blankly at the woman before him.

"You do know what today is?" inquired the woman lividly; her hazel eyes staring down the man furiously. "You're supposed to be going shopping with Renton for the wedding. Remember?"

Hollands eyes spread widely. Crap. She was right. He had completely forgotten.

Pushing himself up off the king-sized bed, leaving the sheets muddled, he instantly picked up his clothes off the floor. Talho tilted her head in disgust as he slipped on the day old khaki-shaded pants and the crumpled black jacket. Shaking her head, she grabbed him by the collar and dragged him straight into the bathroom.

-x-

Holland ran strong fingers through his damp locks of hair, zipping up the fresh new jacket that had been taken from the cupboard, inhaling the fresh scent of Talho's perfume that radiated off of it. The woman had already left the room, claiming that she had to go shopping for a wedding dress with Eureka. In the meantime, Holland would take Renton and his son out shopping for some things concerning Eureka and Renton's wedding.

The two had just returned from the Promised Land not too long ago, explaining everything that had happened to them during that time. Apparently they had learnt things only the planet knew – things that no human being was to ever understand. What those things were, they did not mention, for it was a secret that was to be kept from all society. The only remaining artifact from the Promised Land was a small slab of stone, inscribed with the tongue of the corollians – a language in which one could only understand if they possessed its genetics.

Holland never thought much of the stories. The reason being that it was none of his business, it was Renton and Eureka's alone – who was he to question them.

Grabbing onto the handle of the door, Holland turned the handle and made his way to the bridge of the ship. He had noticed that at the pilot's seat sat Moon-doggie, and beside him the brown haired boy he called his son. Holland never really understood how their relationship had gotten so rocky? It could have possibly been what had happened all those years ago, when he was just a child.

"Eh? Okami?"

-x-

"Dad!" cried the ecstatic boy, running ahead of his father to the abandoned military base.

Holland grinned cheerfully back at his son, his wife following not too far behind. In his arm, he held his most favored ref-board and in the other he held a smaller version of it – his sons very own board. Today was the day that he would finally teach him to surf the waves, for he believed that the urge had been burning though his sons very blood for years.

Once at a wide open field, the waves pulsing throughout the peaceful atmosphere, Holland set down his ref-board onto the floor. Gesturing for his son to come over to him, he placed down the miniature replica of his ref-board in front of him.

"This is it Okami," began the man, smiling roughly at his son. "This is where the reffing begins."

With that he let his son climb onto the board, balancing himself skillfully onto its base. The boy closed his eyes in attempt to read the waves, but it all went unnoticed. As he began to slowly crawl forward he'd land directly into the hard dirt of the ground.

The reassuring calls of "It's okay son, try it again," soon became dimmed out by the sheiks of, "Get your ass back on that fucking board boy!"

Thrusting the board violently onto the ground, Holland tugged into his sons hand and nudged him onto the ref-board. Soft, icy droplets of tears began to trickle down the face of a blue eyed boy's face. He had given up a long time ago, but his father just couldn't accept the fact.

"Stop messing with me boy! Now do it properly," barked the furious man, glaring at his son.

As the boy tried once more, he sent himself flying head first into the brittle dirt, causing a large graze to form on his face. That was when he started to cry properly, waterfalls of tears gushing down his muddied face. Holland wouldn't give in though; the narrow-minded man wouldn't accept the fact that his son couldn't ref.

Picking up the board, he tossed it on the ground once more, staring daggers at the boy. But even so, he didn't move, he only gave an icy glare back to his apparent father. The man enraged over his limit began to stomp over to the boy, but was stopped by the touch of a soft hand on his shoulder.

He turned to see his disappointed wife, her brows furrowed and her lips shut tight. She instantly brought her hand up and slapped it across his face, resulting in no reaction from the man; only the descent of small beads of tears, slowly rolling down his cheeks. Instantly, the woman began to wrap her arms around the man as he furrowed his head into her chest. She knew how much ref-boarding meant to him, but the truth was, he went a little too far. She ran her fingers through his ruffled grey-hair and continued to comfort him.

During all of this, the boy sat on the floor, glaring at his wretched parents. That was where the grudge began, and over the years it multiplied, soon evolving into a strong hate.

-x-

The angsty teen turned his head and began to glance blankly at his father. "What?" he snapped in reply.

"You ready? We're off to town with Renton," replied the man, looking at his sons vacant glare.

The boy shook his head. "Naa. Moondoggie said he'd teach me how to pilot this thing today. You go ahead," he said in a lazily casual tone.

Holland didn't argue. Why would he? It never worked before. He only continued the exit of the ship finding Renton waiting at the door. The young man scratched the back of his head while grinning widely. He didn't seem to excited about the thought of suit shopping. Either way, it was something that had to be done.

A/N: Yay! A new chapter. I'm really enjoying writing this... which isn't to good because I'm abandoning all my other ongoing stories. Hopefully, I'll continue them. But not after the third chapter of this! Please R&R! Love you all! :3