A/N: This is the rewritten version of what I wrote back when I was 14. Previously called ' Play the notes of my heart' .Enjoy! Thank you so much for the reviews.

Brick stirred the old mug, the warmth provided to him by the steam arising from the hot coffee pleasant to his body. It was considerably cold, even though it was early November, and he wondered how they were going to cope with the coming December.

It was their first time in this house, and although much more spacious, he almost wished for the last one which was much warmer, with an old heater that worked only half the time. The keyword is almost, because despite having a heater, the other facilities were terrible and the landlord was even worse. A thin man with a scarred face, he was greedy for money and often demanded that he pay the rent much more than the originally set value.

The landlord of the house they currently reside in is much better. He no doubt likes money, yet he is a rather amicable man; he doesn't attempt to change the rent nor did he complain when he paid the rent a few days later than he was supposed to. If only, he added a heater to this house. He will have to talk to him about it before the cold gets worse.

He only hoped that his son could bear the cold until then. Or that his wife would stop complaining.

Sighing at the thought of his wife, he wondered where she was now.

Probably having the time of her life, flirting and having sex with other men...

It didn't matter to Brick, that his wife was completely ignoring and doing what she should do with only him with other men...well, he was rather bothered by it, but he had gotten used to it or pretended that he had. However, he only wished that she would give their son the attention that he needs. What every child needs from their mother.

Love.

But to Berserk Plutonium Jojo, Berserk Plutonium to all the other men that was not him, giving the love that a young child such as Blaze needs was barely possible. They say that a mother can never forget their child, but to Berserk it was all possible. Brick had often wondered if she had ever loved Blaze?

Her actions tell him that she did not care, but Brick still hoped. Hoped that their family would be alright. Hoped that she and himself can go back to the wat they were when they were teenagers. When they were young and in love.

Sighing once again, he grabbed hold of the mug, and left the kitchen, climbing up the stairs to the room where his son sleeps. As he nears the room, he hears the sounds of what is unmistakeably the TV. His son's room was the only one that held a Tv, considering the fact that he was the only one who watches it and Blaze took it as the perfect opportunity to watch all his favourite cartoons. Right now, he was watching Garfield. Brick could identify the sound of the animated cat's voice a mile away. God, he hated that cat.

Opening the door, Brick entered the room unnoticed by his son, who was too engrossed by that annoying cat , and swiftly grabbed the remote and pressed the 'On/Off' button. The cat disappeared only to be replaced by a black screen, and a yell of protest was heard.

" Daddy! I was watching that! "

" Yeah, well, you are no more, " he said as he sat down on the bed next to him.

Brick then proceeded to hand his son the coffee, the only warmth he could provide him aside from the thick, scratchy blankets. Blaze glared at him, before he took the mug and drank from it, holding it with both of his little hands. He stared at his son's fingers. They certainly belonged to a musician, for sure. His mind ventured to the thoughts of what his son would one day become, a doctor? lawyer? teacher?

Did he have money to pay for the education that any well paid job requires?

" I don't want to go to sleep. "

Brick turned his gaze towards him. His son handed him the empty mug, before looking at the wall in front of him, not daring to look at Brick's stern eyes, lest he crumble his resolve .

" What do you mean you don't want to go to sleep. Of course you need to go to sleep. "

Blaze pouted.

" I don't want to ."

" It doesn't matter if you want to or you don't. I say you go to sleep, you go to sleep."

Blaze turned his head around and glared at Brick. Brick sighed inwardly.

Not this again...

He was too tired to deal with stubborn children.

" Blaze, baby, it's past 11. "

" So...?"

" So you should go to sleep. "

" No."

" Yes."

" No."

" Yes."

" No."

" No."

" Yes."

Blaze blinked as if realizing his mistake and groaned before slumping on the bed, dragging the bedsheet with him. A grumpy " Fine." was heard.

" Good boy, " Brick said as he smiled and ruffled the pouting child's hair. He stared at his for a few more minutes, thinking of how innocent and sweet their child looked, and of just why his wife couldn't see that.

He needed to wash the mug before it was infiltrated by ants. He stood up to head to the kitchen but a little tug on his shirt stopped him. Turning to look around, he found Blaze staring at him with wide, innocent eyes, using the weapon known as ' puppy dog eyes' to its full mode.

" Can you sleep here with me daddy? "

How could Brick resist those eyes?

" Of course Blaze, I'll just go wash this and come back, okay? "

When Blaze nodded, Brick smiled once more at him before heading to the kitchen. He washed the mug, placed it on the stand, and went to Blaze's room.

The child was 7, an appropriate age to be sleeping alone, but often Brick still found himself sleeping next to Blaze. He was only a child after all. The least Brick could do was to show his son that he loved him, even though his mother might not. Brick hugged Blaze to his chest and closed his eyes.

" Good night, daddy. "

" Good night, Blaze."

Berserk did not come home that night.