Father's Day

Chapter 1
The Cougar, The Yellow House, and The Diner

The sun blinded the 46 year old divorcee as he tried to open his eyes to the blinding light, but no matter what he did, his eyes didn't budge. He covered his face with the covers and went back to sleep, but as he rolled on his belly, he fell out of bed. He was faced to stare at the ceiling; the white ceiling that never changed since he's arrived at the tall yellow American themed house he bought a few years after his father somewhat banished him from the mansion. He sat up and looked at the time, it was eight thirty in the morning, if the sun glared like that, and the rain didn't bother pissing him off, this would be the best Sunday he's ever gone through. He did his usual morning routine, and by nine o'clock sharp, he was in his jeans and collared shirt. He seemed too young to be a forty six year old man. His hair wasn't too long; it was kept in a crew-cut manner, he had a gruff looking morning shade which actually looked sexy, and he drove a 1985 Cougar. Yes, he drove a red cougar which has been with him since his high school and college life. He drove himself to the nearby diner for breakfast. He sat down at his usual place, the table placed near the window at the far corner of the diner. "I never thought I'd see you here…" said a familiar voice behind him. "I meet you almost everyday because it seems we're inseparable." Susumu said as he looked behind him to see his good friend Ken Daiba. It was a miraculous incident they met in the park and ever since have been friends and classmates from pre-school to college. "So… father's day is just around the block… what's your plan?" Ken asked as he sipped from his cup of coffee. "You think he'd still call me his son?" Susumu said as he bit a strip of bacon.

"What the hell is that kind of question?"
"Remember he did do something pretty weird back then in the days…"
"Yeah he did… he gave you a Cougar you still use up to now for your birthday, then he named one of his islands after you… yeah he did do something pretty weird things…"
"Why is everyone still obsessing over that? You know it's kinda like an extremely old car nowadays."
"Well… it may be old but it sure isn't Japanese huh?"
"Yeah… but either—HEY!! What the hell?! Where'd my car go?! FUCKER, WHERE IS IT!?"
"If you'd have been paying attention just a few minutes ago, it was swarmed by people. And now the whole parking lot is swarmed by people… because of your oh-so good looking car."

He quickly stood up and gestured to the waitress he'd come back. As he approached the crowd which seemed to get bigger by the moment, he couldn't see a thing. He then pushed through the crowd until he saw his Cougar, being scrutinized by every eye as they looked at it with awe and amusement. It was seldom these kinds of cars were found in Japan, why would they go through the hassle of importing cars when there were cars present and in nice condition. Murmurs could be heard, but all in all, it was this awkward silence which was brought about by the car everyone stared at. No one touched it, the only thing that seemed to touch it were their eyes. He slammed his hands on the hood and asked, "What the hell is wrong with my car?" with a confused tone. His eyebrow raised and slowly people started to go, and one by one they left the dazzling red Cougar in its parking space, "this car really has it going on, since high school…" he thought to himself as he let his hand freely go around the hood of the Cougar. He then went back inside the diner and finished his breakfast and had coffee with Ken.