"Hey..." The lanky teen mumbled as he approached his 'father' in a not so eager manner.
"Ah,Thomas,so glad you could make it." The tone of a child rang out mockingly as the teen stepped in. "Care to explain why you're late?" The boy questioned,his tone hinting malice.
"I was out..." As he spoke the teen's younger brother gave him a concerned look but said nothing.
"Do you know something,Mihael?" The diminutive Arclight pried as he stared at his youngest son.
"No,nothing at all,father." Came the teen's reply,it was a lie,of course...but it seemed the pink clad boy wasn't a bad liar. However their father was quite clever and only pretended to believe his youngest.
"How about you two leave...Thomas is the only one whom needs to be briefed now." Just as soon as he finished speaking V and III walked out the door,leaving IV and Tron to themselves.
"So,what's the plan this time,am I setting another girl on fire?" His tone was dry and unenthused as he addressed the 'child' in front of him.
"The plan isn't important right now,in fact your brothers can just fill you in later. Right now I want you to tell me what you've been up too this past month."
"Why should you care?" The teen narrowed his eyes.
"I'm your father,that's why. Plus I've noticed you sneaking out during the night,you must be up to something." You could tell the boy was getting a bit on edge as he spoke. Trying to keep himself from getting frustrated with the rudeness of his son was not easy.
"Tch,my father,huh? You can't just throw that tile around on yer whim. You have to actually act like a fucking father all the time to actually call yerself that." As IV said this,Tron's heart skipped a beat...he knew he wasn't doing well as a father lately,he couldn't help it though. There was so much going on but still he felt like crap for being unable to care for his son's properly. "As for the sneaking out at night well..." The teen's tone turned slightly nervous,"I'm just...having a good time out...that's all."
"Is that really it?" Tron didn't believe the other male,not even for a second.
IV clenched his fists,"No,dad,it's not." He looked his dear father right in the eyes,his own glinting with wrath. "I've been out drinking because it was the only way to drown out all the shit that's been bringing me down lately. All the shit caused by you and everything you've fucking done!"
Something snapped in Tron,he suddenly lost any sort of fatherly kindness he had towards the boy before him. "Drinking? Only a screw up would turn to that." He sneered. "If you can't handle my plans and what I'm trying to accomplish then you should just go ahead and pass out because I won't need someone useless like you around to help me."
IV opened his mouth about to retort but he stopped himself,turned around and walked out. "I hate you..." A barely audible comment,filled with malice echoed in Tron's ears as the middle son left.
As the last echo's of the teen's boots hitting the floor stopped Tron turned away. He balled up his fists and fell to the floor slamming them down on the ground like a child having a temper tantrum. Which he basically was but it was for much more serious reasons then most children's temper tantrum's were held over. "I did it again." He mumbled as he knelt there banging his fist on the ground once again. "I let myself act that way again...Why didn't I say the right things? Why'd I ruin it again...why..."