In Bed With Who?
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I'd be a much happier person now if I owned the characters.
My, my such a lot is going on today. My exam is over, so that's a good thing but my results are not. I got a C for history.. :(... Ahh.. well, no use dwelling on the past. Moving on, I've just discovered that my sis in her new glasses looks a little like Hanagata. Hehe.. And oh yeah, much thanks to all my dear reviewers. Everytime I get one, I start grinning from ear to ear and my sis basically thinks I'm mad. Why am I telling you this? I'm not sure so I think I'll just stop here and get on with the story.
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Sakuragi blinked. Rukawa started to mutter softly to himself. His mother stood there, glaring at Sakuragi. He realized he had nothing on so he quickly pulled the sheets around him, got his clothes and darted into the bathroom. That left Rukawa on the bed, naked. 'Oh well,' Sakuragi thought. 'It's just his mother. She's seen him naked, anyway.' He locked the bathroom door and pressed his ear against the door.
He could hear their voices but he couldn't understand what they were saying. "This is not a happy family," Sakuragi said to himself. There wasn't even a little hint of warmth or love between them. Or maybe it was just the circumstances. Hey, it's not everyday you find your son in bed with another guy. He thought back to how Rukawa's mother looked. She looked a whole lot like him. 'His foxy features must come from her then. Maybe's he's half human, half fox. Rukawa by day, werefox in search of innocent victims by night!' Sakuragi snickered. But there was no mistaking the coldness though, he definitely inherited that from his mother.
Sakuragi was snapped back into reality by their voices. They were getting significantly louder with each moment. He pulled on his shirt in a hurry and cautiously steeped out of the bathroom. They both feel silent. Looking down, he made his way to the front door as quickly as possible, ignoring the way Rukawa's mother was staring at him. As soon as he closed the door however, he could hear them shouting at each other again. He wasn't sure if he should have stayed to give moral support to Rukawa but he decided it was best that he left Rukawa to solve his family problems alone. He sensed that this wasn't the only problem Rukawa had between him and his mother. It was strange though, Sakuragi wondered where Rukawa's father was.
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Rukawa looked at the little piece of crumpled paper in his hand. An address was written on it in childish handwriting. He was at the right place. He squashed the piece of paper in his hand and jammed it into his pocket. Memories flooded him of when he was still young. When he had still believed his father cared. All those letters he had written. There had never been a reply.. and then, he grew up and stopped. It was futile anyway, he told himself. Fifteen years was a long time. He wondered if his father was still there.
He took a deep breath and walked up to the door. He knocked. A few moments later, a little girl about the age of six opened the door. She looked at him strangely and blinked. He looked down and smiled slightly at her. 'My sister?' he asked himself.
"Is.. uh.. Mr. Rukawa here?" he asked her.
"Chotto matte," she replied. She turned around and ran into the house, shouting for her father. 'He's my father too,' he reminded himself. He felt like just turning around and walking away. He knew he had no right to just suddenly insert himself into his father's life. But he had nowhere else to go. After all, his father had left him. It was time he took responsibility. Rukawa was tired of being told everyday of how if he had not been conceived, his father would have stayed with his mother. He was sick of his mother's constant complain that he was always making life difficult for her. Her telling him that he was a disgrace.
"And that's all you'll ever be! A digrace!" she had screamed at him. And so, he had left. He packed his things and walked out the door. She didn't try to stop him. She was glad she was finally rid of him. Rukawa forced himself to push it out of his mind as the man he had been waiting for walked to the door. He braced himself.
"Yes?" the man said.
"I.. uh.." Rukawa found he didn't know what to say. He should have thought it through first. He found himself thinking of how his father looked nothing like him. He wasn't even sure he had got the right person.
"Mr. Rukawa?" he asked.
"Yes. And you would be?"
Before he got a chance to answer, the little girl who had answered the door ran up to them screaming, "Otousan! Otousan!" Rukawa's father laughed and lifted her into his arms. 'I never had a chance to call him that,' he thought bitterly. They looked so happy. He had no right to just walk in and ruin that. It was obvious his father had buried the past and had moved on. Rukawa's own family life had been destroyed. It was no point destroying the little girl's as well. He would just be a burden to his father, just like he was to his mother.
"I.. think I have the wrong house. Sorry for bothering you," Rukawa blurted out. He turned around and walked off quickly, blinking away the tears that stung his eyes. Now, he really had nowhere to go. He had no house and no family. His father didn't know who he was. He had moved on long ago and he had a new family that he loved now. His mother... it was like he never had one. Thinking about the little girl, he glanced back at the house and said to himself, "Have a nice life... sis."
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"Nobody by the name of Kaede lives here," Rukawa's mother replied in a cold and emotionless voice. Sakuragi was shocked. He put down the phone. Things weren't looking good. There were two possibilities. One, his mother had thrown Rukawa out of the house, or two, Rukawa had decided to leave his house. Both meant that Rukawa had nowhere to stay and was probably wandering around on the streets aimlessly. 'Maybe I should've stayed longer at his house after all,' he thought.
Sakuragi wasn't sure what to do. He could wait at home, in the hopes that Rukawa would have the sense to come to him for help, or he could go and look for Rukawa. He decided on the latter. It was better than sitting on his butt worrying about Rukawa. He grinned and thought, 'The tensai shall save the day and rescue Rukawa from the clutches of homeless-ness!'
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And that, as they say, is that (borrowed that from Ff10). Hehe... quite an angsty chapter don't you think? It fits my current mood anyway. It's raining and I have just taken my History answer sheet and tore it up. Fun, fun! Anyway, please review. You know you want to. Don't you just hear the review box calling you.... Okay, maybe it's not but at least review for the sake of cheering me up... pweasseeee...
E-mail: fracky_00@hotmail.com
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I'd be a much happier person now if I owned the characters.
My, my such a lot is going on today. My exam is over, so that's a good thing but my results are not. I got a C for history.. :(... Ahh.. well, no use dwelling on the past. Moving on, I've just discovered that my sis in her new glasses looks a little like Hanagata. Hehe.. And oh yeah, much thanks to all my dear reviewers. Everytime I get one, I start grinning from ear to ear and my sis basically thinks I'm mad. Why am I telling you this? I'm not sure so I think I'll just stop here and get on with the story.
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Sakuragi blinked. Rukawa started to mutter softly to himself. His mother stood there, glaring at Sakuragi. He realized he had nothing on so he quickly pulled the sheets around him, got his clothes and darted into the bathroom. That left Rukawa on the bed, naked. 'Oh well,' Sakuragi thought. 'It's just his mother. She's seen him naked, anyway.' He locked the bathroom door and pressed his ear against the door.
He could hear their voices but he couldn't understand what they were saying. "This is not a happy family," Sakuragi said to himself. There wasn't even a little hint of warmth or love between them. Or maybe it was just the circumstances. Hey, it's not everyday you find your son in bed with another guy. He thought back to how Rukawa's mother looked. She looked a whole lot like him. 'His foxy features must come from her then. Maybe's he's half human, half fox. Rukawa by day, werefox in search of innocent victims by night!' Sakuragi snickered. But there was no mistaking the coldness though, he definitely inherited that from his mother.
Sakuragi was snapped back into reality by their voices. They were getting significantly louder with each moment. He pulled on his shirt in a hurry and cautiously steeped out of the bathroom. They both feel silent. Looking down, he made his way to the front door as quickly as possible, ignoring the way Rukawa's mother was staring at him. As soon as he closed the door however, he could hear them shouting at each other again. He wasn't sure if he should have stayed to give moral support to Rukawa but he decided it was best that he left Rukawa to solve his family problems alone. He sensed that this wasn't the only problem Rukawa had between him and his mother. It was strange though, Sakuragi wondered where Rukawa's father was.
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Rukawa looked at the little piece of crumpled paper in his hand. An address was written on it in childish handwriting. He was at the right place. He squashed the piece of paper in his hand and jammed it into his pocket. Memories flooded him of when he was still young. When he had still believed his father cared. All those letters he had written. There had never been a reply.. and then, he grew up and stopped. It was futile anyway, he told himself. Fifteen years was a long time. He wondered if his father was still there.
He took a deep breath and walked up to the door. He knocked. A few moments later, a little girl about the age of six opened the door. She looked at him strangely and blinked. He looked down and smiled slightly at her. 'My sister?' he asked himself.
"Is.. uh.. Mr. Rukawa here?" he asked her.
"Chotto matte," she replied. She turned around and ran into the house, shouting for her father. 'He's my father too,' he reminded himself. He felt like just turning around and walking away. He knew he had no right to just suddenly insert himself into his father's life. But he had nowhere else to go. After all, his father had left him. It was time he took responsibility. Rukawa was tired of being told everyday of how if he had not been conceived, his father would have stayed with his mother. He was sick of his mother's constant complain that he was always making life difficult for her. Her telling him that he was a disgrace.
"And that's all you'll ever be! A digrace!" she had screamed at him. And so, he had left. He packed his things and walked out the door. She didn't try to stop him. She was glad she was finally rid of him. Rukawa forced himself to push it out of his mind as the man he had been waiting for walked to the door. He braced himself.
"Yes?" the man said.
"I.. uh.." Rukawa found he didn't know what to say. He should have thought it through first. He found himself thinking of how his father looked nothing like him. He wasn't even sure he had got the right person.
"Mr. Rukawa?" he asked.
"Yes. And you would be?"
Before he got a chance to answer, the little girl who had answered the door ran up to them screaming, "Otousan! Otousan!" Rukawa's father laughed and lifted her into his arms. 'I never had a chance to call him that,' he thought bitterly. They looked so happy. He had no right to just walk in and ruin that. It was obvious his father had buried the past and had moved on. Rukawa's own family life had been destroyed. It was no point destroying the little girl's as well. He would just be a burden to his father, just like he was to his mother.
"I.. think I have the wrong house. Sorry for bothering you," Rukawa blurted out. He turned around and walked off quickly, blinking away the tears that stung his eyes. Now, he really had nowhere to go. He had no house and no family. His father didn't know who he was. He had moved on long ago and he had a new family that he loved now. His mother... it was like he never had one. Thinking about the little girl, he glanced back at the house and said to himself, "Have a nice life... sis."
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"Nobody by the name of Kaede lives here," Rukawa's mother replied in a cold and emotionless voice. Sakuragi was shocked. He put down the phone. Things weren't looking good. There were two possibilities. One, his mother had thrown Rukawa out of the house, or two, Rukawa had decided to leave his house. Both meant that Rukawa had nowhere to stay and was probably wandering around on the streets aimlessly. 'Maybe I should've stayed longer at his house after all,' he thought.
Sakuragi wasn't sure what to do. He could wait at home, in the hopes that Rukawa would have the sense to come to him for help, or he could go and look for Rukawa. He decided on the latter. It was better than sitting on his butt worrying about Rukawa. He grinned and thought, 'The tensai shall save the day and rescue Rukawa from the clutches of homeless-ness!'
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And that, as they say, is that (borrowed that from Ff10). Hehe... quite an angsty chapter don't you think? It fits my current mood anyway. It's raining and I have just taken my History answer sheet and tore it up. Fun, fun! Anyway, please review. You know you want to. Don't you just hear the review box calling you.... Okay, maybe it's not but at least review for the sake of cheering me up... pweasseeee...
E-mail: fracky_00@hotmail.com
