What controls the heart 2
What makes a home?
Now that he was thinking about it, he hadn't ever really known what made a home. If you asked a few different people, you'd get a million different answers thrown right back at you. He wasn't willing to do this to himself, so he thought about things that could make a home.
A family. A typical family consisted of: A dad, a mom, a brother, and sister, and usually the sister was the younger one. Then you would have the cat and the dog, and occasionally the goldfish. He wasn't quite sure why that was what people considered an average family, but whatever the reason, they always thought of the girl having a ponytail and the boy having brown hair. (This is what he'd seen in some pictures, at least.) He didn't know why, but he was still trying to figure out humans in general.
What else made a home?
A house, of course. A typical house (for some odd reason, but he was still going off the pictures he'd seen) had two stories in it, a room for each child and then a room the parents shared. It had a bathroom, living room, kitchen, etc. etc. Things you use to make your house your home, basically.
Cars and money, for another thing. Without that, the parents couldn't work, and without work, there would be no money. Without money you wouldn't have a housee, and that's important in having…well, a real home.
You need money to have a real home…now I'm beginning to think like Luka, he found a small smirk on his face as he leaned back against the wall that his bed was pushed against, sighing softly as he kept pondering over this.
It was obvious he wasn't getting sleep anytime soon…not after all that had happened to him. He'd come back, of course, and everyone seemed very content on having their first mate/best friend/comrade/Gokai Blue back on board. He touched the bandage around his head gingerly and thought back to the day, what with the Samurai girl and Ci-Barizorg.
Family. He was certain he would have a family, a real one, when he met his sempai in the damned Zangyack's army. And his hopeful line of thinking, (this was always kept inside, of course,) was that if they escaped, they could have a home together. They were brothers at that point….he was always positive it could be done at the time.
But obviously it didn't happen that way, and now he was sitting in bed after he tried to run away, thinking on what made a real home/family, and wondering with quiet, almost childlike curiousness if he would ever really have one.
He suddenly had a flashback from one of his first few nights in the orphanage, when he was just a little guy. He was too young to understand it at the time, but his dad was a man who worked for the Zangyack loyally. His mother didn't like it, and she ended up dying because of it, since she tried to stop him. And thus, little six-year-old Joe ended up in a mini hellhole.
"BED!" the Orphanage Dad shouted loudly to everyone in a deep, booming voice that scared the little would-be-way-later-down-the-road Gokai Blue half to death.
He was already longing for his home, for his mother to tuck him in loosely so he could scramble out of the sheets and crawl in with her when he wanted. She never minded and he knew it, and now he was wishing he could cuddle with her again. He was young, but he knew she was never coming back. The Orphanage Parents made that very clear to all of them, making the kids even more homesick and more likely to try and kill those two cruel adults in their sleep.
And the little boy now was on the rough canvas mattress, staring at the ceiling. He was sharing the full-sized bed with a couple of older boys who were about thirteen, who didn't seem to really care for him. He slipped out of the sheets with some deal of effort, since they tucked them all in way too tight. (Probably to decrease the chances of running off 0.009% to none.) He quietly padded his way to the big mirror in front of the room, on the little window seat and stretched out through the center. The stars sure looked pretty, and the moon was full….
He made a wish on every star that night (or at least he thought) until he finally fell asleep on the window bench.
He would be punished for that in the morning, but at that time, he hadn't really cared. All he knew was that he wishing for all his tiny worth he would get his wishes granted someday soon, and while they had for a little while, it was ripped away. He wanted a new family if he couldn't get his old one back, and Cid was about as close as he came.
"How did I know you wouldn't be asleep?" and suddenly his captain was in the door, smirking at seeing his best friend clad in warm sleep pants and a white t-shirt but sitting on the edge of the bed in the candlelight.
He now joined the older male, and the two of them sat there in silence. There was no doubt a million and one things were running wildly in their minds, but they didn't bother on talking about it. They were men, after all….and best friends didn't have to say words to know.
"Marvelous…what would you say make a real home?" the first mate finally got the question asked, and the captain looked deep in though for a few moments in life. Things on the Galleon seemed to stop for that small pocket, midget time of life, until he spoke his response.
"Comrades," he replied, standing up and clasping him on the shoulder once before exiting, knowing that his friend would need to think about it for a bit alone.
"Comrades?" he reaped softly to himself, thinking of what the word meant to him…and more importantly, who.
Marvelous. Luka. Hakasae. Ahim. They were his comrades now, and as far as he knew, they wouldn't end up like Sem-Barizrog. Then again, he never would've thought….He blinked a couple of times, thinking the excuse in his head it was nothing, just allergies.
But he wanted to cry more than anything right then and there.
But he wouldn't. He was a master at keeping the hurt inside himself hidden from everyone else, even from Marvelous to some extent. So he dabbed his eyes once or twice and let himself sink into the covers, tucked around him loosely like his mother used to do for him. He stared at the ceiling, feeling too much like a kid again and being fully conscience of how exposed he felt, how weak and how helpless he did to the world at that point.
Comrades, the voice from his best friend echoed in his head again, and the first mate rose now suddenly, letting the covers fall back as he made his way to the main room.
Somehow he'd known that the others would all be there.
Ahim…she was like a mother, almost. Calm, level-headed, sweet, caring. She reached a bit shyly, brushing his bangs out of his eyes some as he sat between Hakasae and Marvelous on the couch.
Luka. She was his sidekick, his fellow rebel in the wing. She was like a sister, in a way, to them all. An older who could kick ass, that was. She patted his knee as she pulled a blanket over her and Ahim on the ground, resting between Hakasae and Joe's legs.
Hakasae. He was the whiny little brother, that was for sure. But that was alright…he had dealt with it this long, Besides…the blonde was nice and all, so it was alright with the first mate. He smiled knowingly to him before falling over the side a bit, obviously having been asleep before.
Marvelous….he was…indescribable. He didn't think of him like a father, just a leader and a captain. He was something like that crazy head of the family who you think has lost his marbles but helps the family through some serious trouble almost all of time. Like a powerful, knowing uncle or something.
So what did that make him? The dad? Maybe that was most accurate, but he denied that from his inner thoughts. The dad…tch, that was stupid. Why was he even letting himself think thoughts like this?
"Ya' know it's true," he had to smirk at Gokai Red as he drifted off himself, head resting slightly on the top of Gokai Blue's shoulder as he slept heavily.
Yep, they were defiantly best friends.
Another thought entered his mind as sleep neared him finally, probably now that he was with his close comrades. Marvelous had been betrayed by a member of his family too, by Basco. And while the ex- Red Pirate did it by choice, there was no doubt it hurt the current Galleon captain's heart, just like himself with Ci-Barizorg.
But both of them kept going because they knew they'd found a real home with the others at last on the Galleon.
Whatever the Gokaigers were…that was what made a home.
