Title: Ordinary Lives
Pairing: Souji/Dojima
Genre: Family/Romance/Humor/Drama/Drama/Drama/Drama/On the lawn/Drama/Drama/Drama…
Rating: T
Summary: Ordinary, not because we are, but because these things occur every day.
Disclaimer: I don't own P4. And...the characters in this story seem to just do whatever they want…I try not to question it.
Ordinary Lives
KABOOM
Souji awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of thunder shaking the house, lighting illuminating the skies, and rain pelting the roof like bullets. Souji sat idly for a few moments wondering if he should wait it out or sleep off the storm. He wasn't afraid of thunderstorms, but—
Before Souji could complete his thought, one stray bolt of lightning cascaded from the sky and down toward their neighbor's yard. Souji watched as it struck a tree, in slow motion, and it burst into brilliant flames. In moments, the tree was consumed by fire until it was nothing but ash. And then, there was silence. The light that had filled his room dimmed. Souji smoothed the hair that had stood up on the back of his neck, stood up, and promptly walked down the stairs to the living room. When he got to the final landing, he saw Dojima sitting idly on the couch reading a newspaper. Souji stared at him, mouth agape.
"What…the heck?"
Dojima looked up at him quizzically as if only just realizing his presence. Then he grinned.
"I guess you saw that tree explode?" He paused, waiting for Souji's response, but none came. "Wasn't it amazing?"
Souji stared at the boyish excitement emanating from his uncle and had to bite his tongue so as not to rain on the man's parade by informing him that no, divine lightning was not amazing, but terrifying.
Then, as if to spite him, lightning lit up the sky so bright that Souji was blinded. When he could see again, he hurried over to sit beside Dojima on the living room couch. The man was larger, so maybe the angry sky gods would take him out instead. Dojima chuckled as he turned a page in his newspaper. The sound was so deep and low that Souji could feel the vibrations through the chair.
"There is a one in six hundred thousand chance that lightning will hit the same place twice, Souji. We're safe."
Souji stared at his uncle with a look of complete and total incredulity.
This was why Souji hated probability and statistics. People felt justified when they had numbers, but it was nothing but false security! They always thought "there is a one in whatever chance" instead of "this could be that chance".
And the angry sky gods agreed with him. So, they blew up another tree with their righteous lightning. Souji shrieked, catapulted himself across the couch and grabbed Dojima's arms. The older man glanced down at him and snickered. Souji would have glared, but more thunder rolled and the house shook like an earthquake.
KABOOM
Poor Souji yelped and buried his head in his uncle's chest. Dojima placed a hand on his shoulder in comfort the same way he used to when Souji was younger; tiny and defenseless, falling asleep in the safety of his uncle's arms, lulled by a low song or deep humming. Sadly, he wasn't nine and didn't feel particularly safe at the moment since Dojima was practically vibrating with the effort it took to hold in his laughter.
Unfortunately for Souji, the storm didn't pass over quickly, instead, it continued until seven in the morning. By the time the whole thing was over, his uncle was laughing like a mad man and Souji was whimpering, shaking like a leaf in his lap and showing no signs and removing himself any time in the near future.
Nanako could only stare, as she walked into the living room, before shaking her head and starting breakfast in Souji's stead.
(A/N: Ha ha. I feel like my original intentions are surfacing after all XD)