Hello everyone! Welcome to this new story of mine which is filled with lovely one-shots that I do hope you enjoy. I have always craved to see Atem with his family. His father, his mother, etc. I don't know, that part of his memory always felt so incomplete to me. Sure we got to see a bit of his father, but I want to see more. And, since I know nothing of his mother, this won't include her. It is solely focused on Aknamkanon and Atem, and since I want to see more of that father and son relationship without the tenseness of Royal duty and behaviour, this is going to be an Alternate Universe to get a more modernish feel. I hope you like it anyways, my interpretation.
Thank you. And enjoy!
Family Ties: Part 1
My Dad
"Hey, Dad?"
"Hm?"
Standing by the doorway of my father's office, I peered in to see him sitting at the big, brown, wooden desk that he's usually hidden behind, writing something on a sheet of paper. I could hear his blue pen scribbling away as he wrote, and from his expression, I could tell that he was busy. His rectangle framed glasses were hanging on to the bridge of his nose, and in a blink of an eye he pushed them back into place to stand like a barrier infront of his small, brown eyes.
Curious, I chewed a bit on the inside of my mouth before stopping, remembering the scolding I got from him for doing that, and stepped on to the dark, polished wooden floor and across the maroon coloured carpet to stand infront of his desk. He gave me a quick glance, continued writing, before stabbing a loud period to the end of his sentence. As soon as he did, he stopped, dropped his pen, leaned back into his spinning chair, crossed his arms, looked at me, and smiled.
"What's up?" he said simply, and I was quickly brought back to earth. My eyes immediately dropped down to the two sheets of papers in my hand. Daddy sure knew how to startle me.
"So, um, um, today, at school…"
"Yes?" he drawled, and he rose a brow, urging me to continue.
"Mrs. G. gave the class an assignment today, and she told us to ask the person, or people, we live with to help us," I began, and he leaned forward, a hand reaching out, silently asking to see the sheets I had. Taking another look at them, I gave it to him.
"Let's see what we have here," he murmured, and with a hand he ushered me over to him. Quickly I walked around the desk, my socked feet padding on the carpet, and as soon as I neared him he wrapped the outstretched arm around me, pulling me on to his lap so that we were both looking at the sheet. "Wanna read it for me?"
"Okay," I replied, and taking a breath I looked at the title. "My Family," I started, and he gazed at the little writing underneath.
"For Grades five to six." He looked up at me. "You're in grade six," and he grinned, his eyes going back to the papers for me to continue. I took a deep breath and let it out after nodding sheepishly.
"Write about a member of your family. Describe how you picture him or her and how you feel about him or her. Here are some que-questions?"
"Yep."
"…questions you might ask yourself," and I stopped there at the end of the paragraph to look at him when he spoke.
"Okay, so before you start, who are you going to write about?" he asked, and leaning back, I turned a bit to look at him. I put an arm around his shoulders and smiled.
"Who else is here for me to talk about? You of course," I said, and he nodded.
"Exactly. What's so hard about it then? You know a lot of stuff about me."
"Yeah, but…" and pouting, I gave him the saddest look I could muster. Widening my crimson eyes and sticking out my lip usually got him caving in seconds.
"You want me to tell you? You can't think about it yourself?" and he rose a serious brow.
Well, most of the time he caved.
"I know it, but there's too much writing! And I want you to help. You never help me with homework."
"That's because you don't need help to do them. You're a smart boy, you don't need big ol' Daddy's help," and I moved slightly forward when he wheeled the chair closer to the desk. As he took one look at my second best guilt-tripping face, I let out a small smile and held the pencil that he gave to me after pulling it out of the top drawer on his right.
"You'll help me?" I asked, and warmth filled my chest as he nodded, pulling me closer to him.
"I will, but you're doing all the writing. Understand?"
"Aw…"
"No aw. You're doing it. Deal?"
After a moment of thought, I had to give in to his demand. "Okay, deal."
"Good," and his eyes went back to paper that still sat on the desk. "What are those questions they want you to answer?"
"Um, so the first one is… What does this person look like?"
"What I look like?"
"Yeah."
"What do I look like?"
I looked at him, and very easily I was able to describe all of his features.
"Short, brown hair, that has some grey hairs," I teased, touching the small locks, and I laughed as his eyes rolled back to stare at his head.
"There aren't a lot of greys!" he exclaimed, but I just continued, ignoring his remark.
"You're tanned, just like me. And you have eyes that don't look like mines. Mine is red, yours are brown."
"Yes, but- hey! Don't forget to write it down," he announced, and he tapped loudly on the sheet of paper on the desk. Scowling, I sighed and turned around to write the introduction before getting straight to the description. "Anything else you want to add to that question?"
"Yup," I answered, and I looked at him from top to bottom. "You like wearing t-shirts at home."
"That I do," he nodded, and he too looked down at himself. "They're comfy."
"But, you also have a lot of suits that you wear every day for work."
"No lie about that statement," he said, and again he turned me around, a sign for me to continue writing. After I was done, I dropped the pencil and read the next question.
"What work does he or she do?" and immediately I jumped up. Taking one look at his face, I turned back towards the desk and wrote it all down.
"You know?" he asked, teasing me again, and I dipped my head once in confirmation.
"Yes! You run a company that makes toys and games. Plus, you always bring your new products for me. Especially the stuffies," I answered excitedly, and while he nodded in fake surprise, I continued to write.
"What are his or her interests?" I went on, and like a switch the second he peered over my shoulder to see what I had written, I found myself hastily hiding it from him with my body.
"What?" he wondered, and he let me go as I stood up and slowly started to back away.
"You can't look," I said, and he rose a brow.
"Why not? Don't you need help anymore?"
"I know what to do now, so you can't see it. I want it to be a surprise for you!" I explained, excited, and I watched as Dad shook his head in amusement, moving closer to his desk since I had sat up.
"Really?"
"Yes, you won't read it until I'm done."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes!"
"Okay then," he sighed in defeat. "You know where to find me if you need any help," and once more he picked up his pen as I inched out the door. before I could leave though, his voice stopped me in my tracks.
"Atem! Don't forget to write your name at the top! Your teachers always complain about that, so I don't want to hear that you didn't write your name again," he called, and mentally I face-palmed. That's right.
"I won't!" I promised, and nodding furiously, shooting him another giddy look, I dashed off to my room without wasting another second.
My thoughts on what I was going to write about my dad for this assignment just got a whole lot better.
Atem Sennen
April 19, 2016
MY FAMILY
Grades 5-6
For this assignment, I'm going to talk about my dad because he is the best dad in the whole world!
My dad has short brown hair with a little bit of gray ones. He is also very big and has tanned skin like mines. He has small brown eyes, and he wears glasses when he writes, when he reads his books, and I can even remember him wearing them when he would read me stories before bed time when I was little. My dad likes to wear a lot of suits, and when he's home he loves to wear colourful t-shirts and black pants because he says they are comfortable.
My dad owns a business called Sennen Enterprises. There he tells people what to do. He goes to a lot of meetings and he sits at big tables to always talk about the company or about the company with other big companies or his workers. He is always making new games and new toys. He makes a lot of stuffies for other children and brings me one of every kind. He goes to work when I am at school, and then goes home when he picks me up. He also stays at home on weekends with me. My dad says that he really likes his job even though people make him angry, especially his rival Mr. Gozoburo Kaiba who seems very mean and angry all of the time.
My dad likes to read, he likes to draw, and he likes to watch cartoons with me. He likes to cook, and we both like watching the Food Channel, but sometimes he sends me away because of bad words the cooks use. He likes playing with me, and in the summer he loves to take me to the theme parks and travel to different places together for a whole month!
What I admire about my dad is that he is always kind. Sometimes he's strict with me, but that is to stop me from making mistakes, like eating my mouth away when I chew on it. And, what I really like and appreciate about him is that he is always there for me. He works hard for me and he comes home tired but still cooks and cleans and play with me. He does everything, and I am very thankful and I admire that he cares so much about me.
What I learned from my dad is to never give up! No matter what I'm doing, I should always try my best. Even if I fail, I will learn and continue to try harder than before. He told me to do what I like and always follow my heart and listen to my head because both work better together to make hard decisions.
And my favourite activity to do with my dad is to play games! We play a lot of games together on the weekends, and he teaches me a lot of new card games and board games. I even like to read with him and go to the movies together and travel together. I also like to watch him cook. He is so good that I tell him to join those cooking competitions we see on TV! He doesn't want to though. He says he likes cooking for me to see. That's okay. I like it when he cooks for me too.
THE END!
"Hey, Daddy!" I squealed, jumping into the front seat of the car, slamming the door shut as a mob of students walked by, the older kids staring in awe at its model. I however didn't care. I stared at my dad who was looking through the rear view mirror before glancing at me.
"How was school?"
"It was great, but guess what!"
"What?" and he laughed a bit when he looked at my overjoyed face.
"Remember that assignment you helped me on?"
"The Family one?"
"Yeah!" and I paused, watching as he turned the steering wheel and drove forward with a tiny lurch before continuing. "We got it back today."
"Really? What did you get?"
Looking at the sheet I held tightly infront of me, I broke out into a wide grin and lifted it up for him to see what was drawn right at the top in a red pen, followed by a pink, smiley sticker.
"I got an A! I got the best mark in the class!"
"Why am I not surprised?" he asked, the smile still on his face as he signaled me to put on the seatbelt before we pulled out on to the main road. "I knew you would do it."
I nodded, my thumb running over the glittering smiley sticker. "Yup! Mrs. G. said that she really liked it. She said she would have given me an A plus if I had only added some more details. Maybe it was too simple."
"Maybe, but you tried your best, right?" and he glanced over to me, shooting me a reassuring look. I nodded.
"Uh huh," and I hugged the paper close to me, my eyes locked on the road, watching as the cars zoomed by. I leaned back even further into the seat as the air conditioner began to warm up the car even more, relieving me of the hot building I was trapped in and the boiling sun that was burning up the city, unlike a few weeks ago that had a mild snow storm.
As I started to get more relaxed, my mind and body just enjoying the silence that allowed my mind to drift without care, I found myself being hit with a sudden thought and emotion that had my heart swelling. Although I didn't have a big family, I was very lucky to atleast have my dad. He truly did so much for me, and never asked for anything in return. I don't think I was ever difficult, but it would mean something to him if I…
"Hey, Dad?"
"Hm?"
"Thank you." Looking over at him, I saw him looking at me with wide eyes that soon softened.
"What for?" he asked gently, and hugging my backpack, hiding my head and fighting back the embarrassed blush, I answered.
"For being the best Dad in the world."
Glancing over at me again, he stared for a quick second only to turn back to the road. And slowly, but surely, I looked on as a smile broke out on his face, soon turning into a wide grin.
"And you're the best son," he replied, and he grabbed my chin and squeezed lovingly. As he pulled away, my grin was already mirroring his own.
Ha! So there we have it. What do you think about this first part? I know, quite OOC, but it's cute, isn't it? Hehe. I think it's cute, even though it's OOC, but hey! Alternate universe! So, if you like it as well and would like to see more when I write, please Follow, Favourite, and leave a lovely little Review to brighten my day even further. Again, constructive criticism is forever welcomed!
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