Disclaimer-I don't own Digimon.
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Summary- (Three part one-shot) The one day Kouji resented shows him that the one thing he always felt was missing is actually complete, despite the fact that it's still split. (Intro, Ending- Kouji POV)
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Mother's Day With Kouji
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Part 1: Fated Circle
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Every Mother's Day, as far back as I can remember, has been different. I guess I shouldn't have expected it to be a ritual day, as is for more kids.
When I was little, maybe four, I remember looking at the calendar. Mother's Day, it said, and so I went up to my dad and asked, "Daddy, where's Mom?"
He would smile, of course, a strained smile. And that same dreaded phrase would come out of his mouth.
I heard that same phrase for the past years of my life, but the past is the past, right? I remember the next year I asked the same thing. It took him a sitting down with me and a detailed explanation before I finally understood.
When I grew up a little, I accepted this fact and decided to move on. But on days like those, on those dreaded Mother's Day days...I'd hate life to death, and wish that I were just dead. All those families, smiling as they walked out of the house, driving away to celebrate...
I hated smiles, and I hated that life would put me in a situation like the one I was in. I gave up smiling, and hoping. I got a dog, but a dog can't make up for a mother, and only a few smiles resulted from that. I got a stepmother, but you can never replace a mother, can you?
'She's dead, Kouji,' Dad would say. I remember, one time, I dashed out with flowers I picked from our backyard, heading to the nearest cemetery. They must have given her a proper burial, right?
I must have looked for hours that day, but I never found our family name. There was a possibility that they used the maiden name, but it wasn't like Dad would tell me.
That was one year before the Digital World.
Maybe today shouldn't have been any different. The difference being, that is, that it shouldn't have been a typical day. Or a typical Mother's Day. I felt this tingling feeling within me, scarily bubbly. Going over to see Kouichi and Mom wasn't that exciting.
There's more than I let on, I admit, but it's not exciting. It's mortifying, okay? I'm scared to death. I shouldn't be, but I can't help it. After all these years, I finally know my mother. The more I see her, the more I want to see her again, and the more I worry I'll make my stepmother feel neglected.
Once I left the Digital World and ran to see if Kouichi was okay, I was sure my life was sorted out. I had Kouichi. I had my parents. I knew my mother. That was supposed to be the end of it, but it wasn't. There was something else. I had to split my time for them. I couldn't neglect either party. One was just as important as the other.
I wonder if this is how a country feels when elections for presidency or whatnot are running.
Back to today, I managed to make a schedule in the morning. Party after party after picnic after picnic after barbecue after barbecue. All the activities seemed to overlap. Strangely, I felt as if Kouichi and Dad were the masterminds behind this. It's too scary to imagine. Yeah, your cue to shiver like crazy. But what else could I think, with my day completely filled? Some hours, I was expected to be in two places at once.
If you want to know the worst of it, most everything was in the same park.
If you want to know the horrors of the worst of it, Takuya decided to set up a party tonight just for Mother's Day, and invited everyone, i.e. Junpei's family, Izumi's family, Tomoki's family, (his family obviously), Kouichi and our mom, and then...me. Me refers to myself, Dad, and Satomi.
The goggle is squeezing his brains out. I've mentioned this fact to Kouichi several times throughout the week, but he doesn't seem worried. All he does is give me that 'everything's fine here!' smile and say, "Yeah..."
'Yeah...'? That means nothing to me! Can he not understand my panic? It's justified panic, too! Of course, I mask it in the form of common sense that must get through to their brains, but no one seems to care but me.
Maybe I'm thinking too much. Loneliness does tend to lead you to get caught up in your thoughts...
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Kouji kept his gaze set hard on the image in front of him. He didn't expect to break the glass, but tried to shatter the imagine in his head. His fists clenched as he slammed them down on the bathroom counter. This is not fair, he thought, exiting the bathroom and yanking on the tie at his neck.
"Kouji! What kept you? Help your mother with some of those dishes, would you?" his father called from downstairs.
At the word 'mother,' Kouji flinched. Nevertheless, he yelled, "Coming!" and raced down the stairs.
If there was one thing Kouji could say as he pushed aside the streamers and balloons to make his way to the kitchen, it was that adults were odd. What's so great about a first date, anyway? It's Mother's Day. I'm sure the other people want to celebrate, he thought grumpily. "I got it," murmured the bandana boy, taking a dish from his stepmother, Satomi.
Letting out a small laugh at the site of the boy, Satomi asked, "Kouji, shouldn't you take off your bandana?"
He paused for a moment, stuck in thought. After a shrug, he replied, "I won't say if you won't." A small smile was shown as Satomi let out another laugh. He turned around and made his way to the table. And why does it have to be a formal party, especially on Sunday, my free day, in the morning? Dad knows I hate suits...
Kousei Minamoto clapped his son on the back and folded his arms across his chest, looking immensely proud. "Look at this, Kouji! Another successful party! You think your mom is having fun?" he asked Kouji, looking at the boy eagerly.
Which one? Kouji said nothing aloud, but instead placed the dish on the table and shrugged. He kept his eyes glued to his feet for fear an expression would give him away.
"Wait a second..."
Kouji froze and held his breath.
"Kouji, why are you wearing your bandana?" Kousei demanded.
Scowling, Kouji brushed his father's hands away as the man attempted to take the bandana off him. Ripping the cloth off himself, he snapped, "Okay, okay!" I really hope Kouichi didn't decide on a formal party. But then again, what kind of formal party involves a park? He snorted at the thought and shoved his bandana in a pant pocket.
For the next few minutes, Kouji made it his top priority to make himself invisible. There were several other children of the families that had come, and many of them were generally close to his age, but talking wasn't an option to him. He had better things to do.
When he was sure he was invisible enough, Kouji turned around and broke for the stairs. He hadn't even taken his first step when someone grabbed his shoulder. Annoyance was ready to bubble to the surface and be noticed. Suppressing this, Kouji turned around with a forced, fake smile. "Hello..." he said awkwardly.
"Ah, Kouji!" A middle-aged man with messy black hair stood in front of him, beaming down on the bandana-less boy. Kouji was positive he knew the man, but couldn't place it as, in his head, all the guests were the same to him. The man's head bobbed up and down ever so slightly, a tic he seemed to be born with. Kouji was almost reminded of Takuya in a way. "Glad I caught you. Could you possibly ask Satomi for the recipe of-"
The phone rang. Kouji held up a hand to the man and made an immediate grab for the phone, yelling as he did, "Got it!" He looked around. The man went away. Smirking victoriously, Kouji answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Kouji?"
Kouji paled. Lowering his voice, he hissed, "What are you doing? I told you to call my cell!" He looked around for any sign of his father or Satomi. A part of him wondered why he was so worried.
The boy on the other line snorted. "Your cell wasn't answered. I called twenty times. Yes, Kouji, I counted. Hey, do me a favor, would you?"
"Is that why you called?"
"Sadly. I'm busy with planning this out at the moment. I need you to bring flowers on the way here, okay?"
Kouji scowled. "Why don't you ask Takuya or someone else?" he demanded. He couldn't be sure why he always asked for Takuya of all people to do his jobs. There wasn't a person you could be more worried about to get the job done.
The other boy just laughed, as if expecting that answer. "You live closest to the shop and he's got a soccer game right now. I'd ask his brother, but I'm not sure Shinya's trustworthy. He might wander off," he replied with a chuckle.
A sigh. I can't believe I get stuck in situations like this all the time. "What type?"
For a moment, there was silence. Then: "Anything's fine. Maybe carnations? You've got good taste. Use it."
"Why do you guys have to plan stupid parties for things like this? I don't think even Christmas is this celebrated..." Kouji muttered under his breath.
Again, the boy laughed. "Well, Kouji, just wait until Father's Day."
"I refuse to go on another fishing trip. You go in my place!" the boy hissed. He reddened in embarrassment at the memory of falling out of the boat last year.
"I don't wear bandanas, sorry."
"Kouichi, you're a lousy twin brother."
"Just get the flowers."
"Fine. I'll be able to get out in five minutes, I think."
"Right."
"Bye." Kouji slammed the phone in the receiver and jumped as he did. He had almost forgotten about the guests in the room. First plan of action...now! "Dad, I have to get going now," he said, walking up to his father with his hands in his pocket. He wasn't going to flap his arms like a chicken and look conspicuous.
Kousei, who had been smiling and laughing as he talked to some of his friends, looked at his son. Immediately, the smile faded. "So soon...?" he asked.
"Uh..yeah..." What was my excuse? Kendo practice? Guitar practice? He nearly cursed on the spot.
Lucky for him, Mr. Minamoto chose not to question his son. "Alright. Need a ride?"
Kouji answered quickly. "No," he blurted, biting the tip of his tongue. Without wasting time, he ran upstairs to change.
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Several minutes later, Kouji found himself inside a florist's shop, staring at flowers without meaning. When he snapped out of his daze, he decided to go with the nearest, good-looking (for his taste) flowers he could find. His eye caught sight of some roses and grabbed the bouquet (it even had a 'Mother's day discount'), taking it to the register. After paying and deciding to come back later to get another bouquet for Satomi, Kouji departed with his next stop in mind being the park.
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Kouichi let out a groan as he lay back against the tree with his eyes shut. Organizing all of this was proving to be much more of a pain than he expected.
"Need some help?"
Opening his eyes, Kouichi nodded gratefully. "Thanks, Izumi," he murmured, letting out a relieved sigh. At least he had a girl's opinion on the matter. "How are Junpei and Tomoki coming with the burgers?"
"Just fine. Our parents are preoccupied talking, too. Need anything else?" she asked.
Kouichi suspected her to be holding back a smile. He was about to shake his head, but stopped. "Izumi, one more thing-"
"Yes?"
Curious, Kouichi asked, "Is Kouji embarrassed when you call his home phone?"
The question stunned her, and her face showed it. "No," she replied slowly, trying to anticipate where the conversation was heading.
"What about Takuya?"
"I don't think so..."
"Tomoki?"
At this, Izumi smiled, catching onto the pattern. "I don't think Tomoki would call Kouji out of randomness, but if he did, I don't think Kouji would be embarrassed. The same goes for Junpei, Kouichi," she told the boy, taking a seat under the tree beside him. "Dare I ask?"
"He always seems so scared whenever I call him, but it's worse with the home phone than the cell phone." Kouichi had a thoughtful expression on his face. "I can't imagine why," he confessed to the girl, gazing at her for an answer.
Brothers, Izumi thought, just smiling. No, I stand corrected. Boys, would be the correct version. Shutting her eyes and leaning back on the trunk, she murmured, "Your dad doesn't know, does he? Maybe that's why. I guess Kouji feels like keeping this entire thing a secret." She cracked open one eye to observe his reaction.
Kouichi nodded slowly. "I guess...but it's not like it's possible to escape the facts, especially after tonight." A grin seeped through his expressionless face.
Laughing, Izumi hit his shoulder playfully. "You're as bad as Takuya," she told him.
"Actually, that's what Takuya told me," Kouichi admitted, letting out a small laugh. "Crazy smile included." He rose to his feet. "So...everything's done, then? All we need is the food." Turning to Izumi, Kouichi bowed politely and asked, "Then shall we help Tomoki with the burgers?"
Izumi burst out laughing. "No, I won't tell Takuya you did that," she said, accepting his hand and allowing him to pull her up. Her laughter faded as she caught sight of something in the distance. "Hey, isn't that Kouji?"
Releasing her hand, Kouichi turned and craned his neck to catch sight of his brother. "You sure?" he asked.
"There," Izumi snapped irritably, pointing to the figure that was madly dashing towards them.
Letting out a nervous laugh, Kouichi mumbled, "Oh. I thought that was Takuya for a minute there."
She let out a gasp of disbelief. Gazing at Kouichi as if he sprouted extra arms, Izumi allowed her jaw to hang and muttered, "What?"
"Well Kouji never madly dashes towards us. Sometimes he's angry, sure, but it's never charging straight for you like he wants to tackle you," Kouichi explained, gazing at the rapidly advancing boy. He and Izumi started their walk towards the tables.
After a moment of pondering this thought, Izumi nodded. "Point taken. But Takuya doesn't really do that, you know," she commented.
"Maybe I'm talking about Shinya."
"Tomoki tends to do that sometimes."
"But never Kouji," they mused in unison, exchanging curious glances.
The two arrived at the picnic tables in a few short seconds, discovering Kouji there, breath ragged. A bouquet was in his hands; Kouichi took them and handed them to Izumi. "I guess there's something for you to do after all," the boy laughed.
Izumi rolled her eyes and left the two brothers to put the flowers in water.
"Thanks, Kouji," Kouichi murmured, taking a seat on a nearby bench. "Why were you running, though?"
Scowling, the younger twin replied, "Takuya saw me in the middle of his game and got hit in the head with a soccer ball, the party Dad threw ended minutes ago and they drove past the street I was walking on, so I had to hide in a telephone booth, but some old lady told me to get out because she had to make a call. And all this time, I had to carry roses, of all things, in my hands."
Kouichi rose an eyebrow. "Exaggerations? Details?" he asked.
"I walked by Takuya's game to see if he was done. I think the roses were what scared him, so he stood there gawking at me for seconds, and some teammate of his kicked the ball, which, as I said, hit his head. Dad probably went to restock on party supplies, and I dove into the telephone booth. Knowing him for who he is, I guessed he had the wrong street, so I stayed there for several minutes. Then this old-okay, she was probably two or three years older than me-this...girl told me to get out, and I argued with her for several minutes because she thought I was waiting for my girlfriend. What girlfriend?" Kouji let out an annoyed growl. "Mother's Day, and I get accused of waiting for a girlfriend. What girlfriend?" he repeated again.
Kouichi pointed to the empty space beside his brother. "Right there."
"Not funny."
Smiling crookedly, Kouichi said pointedly, "At least Dad isn't here...?" He held his breath and waited for his brother's reaction.
Eyes wide, Kouji exclaimed, "Exactly! Why is it you only see this now! Do you realize what would happen if Dad was here? It's bad enough that he's coming tonight!" An impatient sigh came from him as he adjusted his bandana. "It's about time I take things into my own hands," the bandana boy muttered.
He's lost it, Kouichi thought, shaking his head. "Whatever, Kouji," he murmured, walking over to where everyone else was. "Why don't you help Tomoki or something?"
"What's he doing?"
"Making his burger special with Junpei and the others."
"Great," Kouji muttered, heading off. "I get to make burgers for the remainder of time."
"Say hi to Mom while you're at it!" Kouichi yelled after his brother, shaking his head as the younger twin nearly tripped over the seat of a nearby bench.
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Kouji watched dazedly as everyone sat down on the bench, laughing and joking. There was a jubilant air, but it couldn't get to him. He glanced at his mother, who seemed to be enjoying herself. The boy let out a sigh, and his gaze drifted back to his plate of untouched food.
"Kouji, you haven't touched anything."
Immediately, he reddened at the voice. "I'm not-" he started, but quickly took the burger and shoved it towards his mouth, not looking at the speaker as he did this. With great difficulty, he took a bite and threw the burger back on the plate. His hands went to his throat.
All the chatter stopped. "Mom, I think you scared him," Kouichi said pointedly, watching in amusement and worry as Kouji began coughing. He eventually rose to his feet and ran to the nearest garbage can, where he managed to spit out the food he had choked on.
"What time is it...?" Kouji asked weakly, scuffling his feet as he walked back to the bench. He sat down and, with a groan, pushed his plate away and lay his head down on the table.
"A bit past lunch, why?" Yutaka asked, looking at his watch.
Kouji's eyes widened, and he shot up. "NO!" he yelled. Without explanation, he turned around and ran off, cursing and wishing he was the roadrunner on TV.
Everyone watched as he dashed off, and Kouichi shared a secret smile with Izumi, Junpei, Tomoki and Takuya. Yutaka glanced from his watch to the fading back of Kouji. Then he turned to Tomoki. "Was my cooking that bad?"
Glancing hopefully from his empty plate to Kouji's bitten burger Takuya asked instead, "Do you think he'll want his burger?"
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Being in the hurry he was, Kouji very nearly forgot to get another bouquet for Satomi. Had he had time, he would have pondered exactly how ridiculous he looked, running around with roses for the second time that day. And why do they assume I have a girlfriend? Kouji scowled at the remarks of passers-by.
He entered the house in a very foul mood, which became even worse as he headed to the backyard to discover he really hadn't been missing. From formal to informal. This, only Dad could accomplish, he observed, looking around and counting how many other bored children there were. And Takuya should have been one of them. He's lucky his dad politely denied.
Striding up to his stepmother, Kouji held out the bouquet. "Uh...H-happy Mother's Day," he mumbled, looking away as a blush crept up his cheeks. I should get a separate bouquet for Mom, he thought. I'll get that on the way back.
Satomi stared at him in surprise. When she finally took the flowers into her hands, she smiled. "Thank you, Kouji," Satomi said softly, admiring the roses.
Kouji nodded furiously and made it his first priority to get away. One embarrassing act done, how many more to go? Drawing several breaths, Kouji leaned against the door leading back into the kitchen, ready to bolt first chance he got.
As he expected, he never got the chance.
From the grill, his father called out, "Kouji!" In one hand was a plate of hotdogs, in the other, hamburgers. Hamburgers brought back bad memories in more ways than one.
His cell phone rang.
"Kouji!" someone else shouted. He wasn't sure who it was, but the voice sounded familiar.
Another ring from his phone.
Again, from someone else he didn't know: "Kouji!"
No more, please. Shutting his eyes, Kouji opened the door and pulled himself inside, shutting the door immediately and locking it as well. A third ring from his cell phone startled him, and he jumped before realizing what it was. After fumbling with the cell phone in the process of taking it out, he answered meekly, "Hello...?"
"Hey!"
The timid side of Kouji vaporized as he recognized the voice. "What, Takuya?" he growled in annoyance.
On the other side of the line, he could hear Takuya asking in a loud voice, "Kouichi, does Kouji act all grumpy when you call him?" The answer was a confused sound.
The bandana boy scowled. Making a mental note to steal Takuya's goggles the first chance he got, he snapped, "Takuya, do you have anything important to say? I heard my name at least five times after I shut the door. So say it and go." An irritated sigh escaped him.
"Rough day?" Takuya guessed.
"Takuya." Kouji's tone was at its warning level.
A nervous laugh escaped the goggle boy. "I'm sorry...was it because of the roses?" he guessed again.
"I'm hanging up."
"NO! Wait, wait! Say, uh...what's your home phone number?"
Kouji paused.
"Is that what this is all about?" Kouji suddenly yelled into the cell phone, reddening in frustration.
There was a pause on the other end. "Yes...?" Takuya replied in a sheepish voice.
Another sigh escaped Kouji, heavy and forceful. With great difficulty, he managed to say through gritted teeth, "Listen, Takuya...maybe you should question other sources before going to the main source, especially if you're going to waste a phone call over it." He paused, then added, "Kouichi has the number."
"OH! Oh, okay. And Kouichi says to get another dozen roses. He'll pay you back."
Kouji grinded his teeth together. "I see..."
"No, no...scratch that. No wait...the roses. Scratch? Roses? Scratch? Rose-hey! My cell phone!" The indignant cries of Takuya could be heard, however faded they were.
As he was expecting Kouichi to be the cell phone thief, Kouji jumped at the sound of a girl's voice on the phone. "What he means is to say that Kouichi would be immensely content if you were able to go to the florist shop once more and buy three other bouquets of flowers (something bright and all three different), along with vases. He would also like you to transport it here when you arrive for the party tonight. If it would help, you're not expected to attend the activities before." Izumi said all this slowly and carefully, emphasizing points where needed. "Got it?" she asked.
Still recovering from shock, Kouji nodded mutely.
"Kouji?"
"Uh! I mean, yeah, I got it!" he said quickly, smacking his forehead mentally.
He could practically imagine Izumi smiling sweetly as she said in a poisonously sweet voice, "Okay. We'll see you tonight...and don't forget to come."
Whimpering silently to himself, Kouji turned off the cell phone. He then proceeded to hit his head against the wall. Why? Another hit. Why? Another hit. Why? Another hit, and the answer still refused to come to him.
There was a knock on the door leading to the backyard, to Kouji's left. "Kouji?" someone called out.
Satomi, Kouji realized, and immediately ran to unlock the door. He stood aside, stiff, and opened the door, allowing his stepmother to come inside, a puzzled look evident on her face. Way to go, Kouji. First you give her roses, and then you lock her out. What an idiot, he thought to himself, swallowing. "Uh...sorry. What's up?" He immediately kicked the back of one foot with the other, smiling casually.
"The guests are leaving," said Satomi, staring blankly at Kouji. "We have thirty minutes until we're expected to be at the park. If you have anything to do, I suggest you do it now." Kouji nodded, and was about to leave when Satomi frowned and pulled him back. "One second. There's something...wrong..."
Kouji began to panic inside as Satomi peered closely at him, her frown only deepening. Can she read minds? Did she find out? Am I dead meat? He swallowed nervously and put on an uneasy smile, accompanied by a short, forced, laugh. "Well, I've got to go change now," he started, trying to edge away. When she didn't stop him, Kouji turned around and dashed for the stairs.
His stepmother nodded. "And Kouji?" He winced and looked over his shoulder, a pained expression forced to leave his face. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Satomi snapped, "For goodness sakes, get some more sleep! You're too young to get bags under your eyes!" Muttering to herself, she headed towards the kitchen.
What a mother, Kouji thought, hiding a smile as he dashed up the stairs. Flinging himself onto his bed face down, he let out a groan that was silenced by the pillow. Thirty minutes, he told himself. Only thirty minutes.
It seemed he would have to improvise.
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"So I said we should bring Kouji over! What do you think, Satomi?" Kousei sent a warming smile to his wife, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to do so.
Kouji winced as the car began its journey in a diagonal direction to the next lane over. "Dad-" he started at the same time Satomi blanched and whispered, "Kousei-" but by that time Kousei had his eyes back on the road and was humming to himself.
Son and stepmother exchanged helpless glances.
"Ah, about Kouji, that would be a lovely idea," continued Satomi, sending a questioning glance to Kouji. "Wouldn't it?"
Looking up, the bandana boy asked somewhat dumbly, "What?"
Satomi's patience didn't waver a bit. She seemed to enjoy herself as she explained, "We're thinking of taking you to the picnic at the end of the day. One of your father's friends invited us, and it would be incredibly rude if we didn't come, seeing as we're free. Do they have a son?"
Kouji clutched the end of his seat, holding back his excitement. Being who he was, he had conveniently 'forgot' to tell either of his parents about the party Takuya was hosting.
"A daughter," Kousei chuckled, raising an eyebrow and looking at Kouji in the rearview mirror.
Angrily and genuinely, Kouji growled, "Not interested in girls." Then, in a grumpy manner, he folded his arms across his chest and glared out the window. Yes, let's go. This way they won't go to that stupid goggle head's party. He nearly cackled, but stopped himself just in time.
Another chuckle came from Kousei. "That's what they all say at this age. Not interested...hah!" He hid his smile and turned to look over his shoulder. "Any objections, though?" An eyebrow was raised in amusement, still.
"NO! DAD YOU'RE GOING TO HIT THAT CAR!" Kouji screamed, leaning back in his seat out of fright.
The amusement turned to confusion as Kousei looked in front of him and the car located its old path. Not seeing what was wrong, Kousei turned to his wife and asked, "What? Satomi, what's he talking about?"
With a forced smile, Satomi said, "Nothing...nothing..." but Kouji heard the sigh of relief in her voice.
"Well, since there are no objections, looks like we'll be going anyway!" Kousei laughed.
Kouji bit his lower lip. The flowers, he thought to himself, and guilt washed over him. He was compelled to ask, "Uh...wh-what time?"
"About...seven."
Same time as Takuya's ridiculous party. Two parts of Kouji began duking it out, and he could literally feel the pain run through him.
You have to go! For the flowers, if nothing else.
Kouichi can get the flowers. He owes you that much.
He owes you? You owe him! Don't be stupid.
Are you calling me stupid?
If I am?
SHUT UP! Kouji, out of anger, hit his seat. With great reluctance, he allowed the guilty side of him to win and confessed, "I've got something to do at seven, but...I'll come a bit after, if that's okay."
"Of course!"
The car slowed to a stop in the chosen parking place of Mr. Minamoto. Kouji became aware they were in the same park as Takuya, and made sure to use every maneuver to avoid contact with the goggle boy or anyone attending his daylong barbecue and picnic.
In the back of his mind, Kouji thought, I mean, how can they stand that much junk food? They could eat healthier. He sulked behind his father and stepmother as they headed for the reserved picnic tables, which were, much to Kouji's relief, on the opposite side of the park as that of Takuya's.Yet a part of him was confused. If he was so happy about this, why couldn't he keep his head up and smile?
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A/N-
Done with Part 1. Two more…
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