Have I seen any of the bands I talk about in this story?
Well, yeah, sorta.
A few years ago (2011), I saw My Chemical Romance and Blink-182 when they were on the Honda Civic tour together. I saw Twenty One Pilots on the Save Rock and Roll Tour last year when they were with Fall Out Boy. Panic! At the Disco was also on this tour. I saw P!ATD by themselves as well, but, the floor of the venue broke two songs in, so we had to leave and we were refunded. I saw All Time Low earlier this year. I've also seen The Wanted live. All of these bands were fucking brilliant like damn 21Pilots was so angry and rough and then he whips out his ukulele and starts singing 'House Of Gold' and is like 'this one is for my mom' and I just fell in love. And ATL were angels.
In a few days, I'm going to see Fall Out Boy again, and they will be with New Politics. In November I'm going to see the 1975 and I might see Black Veil Brides in December.
So yeah, I've seen a few.
Actually, I am taking a mini vacation starting the 27th. This might be my last update before my vaca (I'm not sure if I'll post another chapter before I go). I'll be rolling out to go see my boys, Fall Out Boy, and hit up an amusement park too! I'll be gone for a few days, but I'll update once I get back (the perks of having written a few chapters ahead).
Sorry not a lot of cute Zavru moments here but the next two will be filled with them. That's the new ship name. lexlovesya came up with it, so thanks! BTW, love your icon.
No, Xavier's parents WILL NOT be divorcing because they adore each other. Couples disagree and fight. Xavier would never let his parents get divorced over him.
Urg I don't like this chapter that much honestly.
Hikaru couldn't stop thinking of what Xavier said last night. It was obvious Xavier wanted to please his dad and make him feel proud, but it was also obvious that Xavier knew that was never going to happen.
Xavier was in school the next day, fiddling with his phone as he waited for the class to start.
"You doing better?" Haruhi asked him.
"Yeah. Just, eh, mom says she's bringing dad to the club again today. She hopes we can work it out, but, I don't think we can." He admitted, sighing as he propped his head up with his elbow. "Things have been going downhill between my dad and me since I went to America."
"I'm sure you two could work it out though." Haruhi told him and he shook his head as Renge sat down.
"No, I don't think we will. I'm not the child he wants. I'm too much like my mother when she was younger, and I'm not enough like him. All I seemed to have gotten was he ever so charming personality." He complained. "He wants a child who won't embarrass him. The second I stepped off the plane coming back from America he knew that dream was doomed."
"I don't think he thought that. I knew he missed you." Haruhi continued, trying to make him feel better.
"He missed who I used to be. Not this, ripped skinny jeans, mohwak hair, piercing, tattoo, swearing, and rebellious teenager. But, it's whatever. I like who I am. I won't sit around and just agree blindly to everything anymore." He glanced at Renge and the two locked eyes for a brief second.
"Don't go conforming like that." Hikaru said, blocking Renge's view of Xavier. "We like you like this."
The Host Club was awkward with Xavier's father watching everything that was going on.
"Can you sing? Or is it best not to because of your father?" A guest questioned nervously.
"Oh, babe, no worries there. I'll sing a song." He told them and they all smiled as he got up to go get the amp. "Might be bit of an angry song, but it's what I'm in the mood for. That okay?" He asked and they all nodded their heads.
"Yay! He's going to sing!" Jackie cheered and clapped as Xavier started to play. The beginning of the song was loud and he played roughly, until it suddenly quietened and he started to sing.
"If you should change your name, I'll love you just the same, and if you should run away, I would save your place. So you can go, go, go, if you want to. I wouldn't try and stop you. I couldn't say I blame you." It sounded sweet.
"Here we go." Yuukio said as the chorus started.
"Flicker flicker fade!" He screamed, looking at his father. "Destroy what you create and wonder why it always ends the same, you wonder why it always ends the same." He softened again. "When I said, 'I hate that song about fire and sex you love.' I couldn't tell you why, why I did it, why I lied. I know it's wrong, wrong, wrong. It's evil but true. It's what I want to make you. So I can say I blame you."
His father's eyes narrowed again as he watched Xavier play.
"Flicker flicker fade, destroy what you create and wonder why it always ends the same. Flicker flicker fade, destroy what you create and wonder why it always ends the same. You wonder why it always ends, you wonder why it always ends the same." He sang, and Hikaru winched at how gritty his voice was. He thought that maybe it was painful to sing this way. The song slowed again, possibly reaching its end.
"You live your life like you're not in control. Like you're playing a role. You live your life like you're not in control. Like you're playing a role. You wonder why it always ends the same. You wonder why it always ends." He sang quietly, in a bitter voice, glancing at his father more than his guests. You could tell the song was being hyped up at the end.
"Destroy what you create! Wonder why it always ends, it always ends the same!" He screamed, voice rough and harsh. "You live your life like you're not in control! Like you're playing a role! Flicker flicker fade, destroy what you create and wonder why it always ends the same!"
"That cannot be good for his throat." Tamaki mumbled, surprised at the choice of song. Xavier had never done one like this.
"That's Taking Back Sunday's style. It's addictive to listen to." Yuukio told them, furrowing her brows. "That really did sound rough."
"Sounded painful." Hikaru mumbled, looking at Xavier, who stood there, breathing heavily, while looking at his father. Xavier looked down at the guests and they clapped and he sat down.
"That was so good!" They cheered, cuddling up to him and showering him with affection. He smiled at them, enjoying how positive they were.
"T-Thanks." He told them, cheeks red.
"Our son is so adorable." Jackie sighed happily, watching him. "Akio, sweetheart, please." She took his hand and looked at him. "He's so happy. We never see him happy anymore."
"It's not my job as a parent to make my child happy." He replied coldly, annoyed. "That song was awful. He just screamed."
"No, he did not. Akio, yes, it is our job." She replied, furrowing her brows. "I want our son to be happy. This is what he loves to do. What's so wrong with?"
"Yeah, dad, what's so wrong with it?" Xavier questioned, no longer with his guests, but by the table. "It's amazing to get to play and sing. It's how I express myself."
"If you can only express yourself through music like that, then you need to go to therapy." Akio decided and Xavier's eyes went wide.
"T-T-Therapy?!" He exclaimed. "W-Woah, please, no, not therapy." Xavier begged.
"Well Xavier, I don't know what else to do. You're wasting your talent." His father started.
"What talent? Music is my only talent! It's the only thing I'm good at, dad." Xavier argued, starting to get more frustrated.
"You're great at math. You could be great in the business world." Xavier rolled his eyes at this. "I'll arrange it. What days are you free?"
"Dad I-"
"What days Xavier?" He father repeated himself.
"Just a few sessions, okay?" His mother said, hoping to make it better. All it did was make Xavier turn on her with a nasty glare before looking at the ground.
"Well…uh…I guess…Monday afternoon…." He said, defeated. "So, when are you guys leaving?" He questioned, looking back up at them with a blank look in his eyes. "Soon, I hope." He turned on his heel and went back to his guests, acting like nothing had happened.
"My baby." Jackie sniffled, upset that Xavier was angry at her. "Did you see how he looked at me?"
"He'll get over it." Akio said, getting up to go outside and make a phone call.
"He looked at me with so much…betrayal." Jackie murmured and Yuukio patted her shoulder. "I just want them to get along, but, I see now that neither are going to give in. I can't stand to have my little blue bird so upset with me. I just want to be a good mom."
"I think you're a great mom, better than my mom." Yuukio told her. "Xavier is complicated, you know that. I can understand why he's upset though. He thought you were on his side. I think he feels as if not a lot of people are on his side now-a-days."
"They don't seem to be. I feel like that was our mistake when raising him." She sighed. "Never fully giving him a chance to express himself. We just assumed what he wanted to do was what we wanted him to do. When my brother gave him that guitar and taught him how to play, he became so lively. I had never seen him like that. I think that worried Akio quite a bit. Xavier is more like my side of the family, in more ways than one. Far more rebellious and not a follower of the rules. He doesn't care for what the public thinks, he just wants to do what makes him happy. It's probably the French upbringing."
"That explains a lot. Guess he's a lot like Jackal, right?" Yuukio questioned, eyebrows raised.
"You've met my brother? Oh, yes. He hates to admit it, but he is. Those two love each other so much. I feel as if Xavier might see Jackal more as a father figure than his own father…." Jackie admitted. "Which is sad, but…."
"It's nice to have someone who does the same thing as you. I don't think it's sad at all." Yuukio told her. "Jackal encourages Xavier to do his best, I've seen them in action. They argue, but it's playful arguing. He's really good with Xavier."
"He is…I've wondered if keeping Xavier here was the best for him. Sometimes I think he's better with Jackal." She told Yuukio. "He just knows how to speak to Xavier and get to him. He understand what the songs he sings mean. He knows all about music and he and Xavier talk about it for hours. Sometimes I think I should hand Xavier over to Jackal. Like he would be a better parent." She looked like she wanted to cry.
"Oh, no no no!" Yuukio told her. "You are a wonderful mother. Xavier always talks about you so wonderfully. Really. He loves you a lot. It's his father that causes him issues.".
"Really?" She asked, sniffling. "Thank you so much, Yuukio. You are such a sweetheart!" She hugged Yuukio tightly, surprising the model. "Please continue to look out for my baby while he's here. He needs someone to care about him."
"We all care about him, but I know someone who cares far more." Yuukio said, looking at Hikaru.
"He's a sweet boy." Jackie said, looking at Hikaru. "Xavier will take a while to come around though."
"I know. He's got to go at his own pace." Yuukio said as Akio came back in. She backed away from the table slowly, not wanting to be near him. Xavier tossed a flashdrive to Haruhi, telling her a song to play.
"Yay! Another song!" She cheered as he strummed his guitar.
"This one is more….I dunno, it's different than Flicker, Fade." He mentioned the previous song he sang earlier. The song started from the laptop, vocal less of course. "The I.V. and your hospital bed. This was no accident. This was a therapeutic chain of events."
The song start slow, like the previous one, then kicked up. "This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor. This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital. It's not so pleasant and it's not so conventional. It sure as hell ain't normal. But we deal, we deal. The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where the apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in. It's not so pleasant and it's not so conventional. It sure as hell ain't normal. But we deal, we deal." He played his guitar as he sang.
"Just sit back, just sit back. Just sit back and relax. Just sit back, just sit back. Just sit back and relapse again. Can't take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid. Sit back, relax. Sit back, relapse again. Can't take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid. Just sit back, just sit back." He continued and the others looked at each other.
"Oh dear." Yuukio mumbled. "Camisado." She nodded her head. "I'm sure this one is for his parents. I'm sure you can all guess the meaning of this little number."
"His song choices for today….are…dark." Kaoru noted. "I can't believe he's going to therapy. He's going to miss our Monday meetings."
"You're a regular decorated emergency. The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake. You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame. The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again."
"That's not fair." Hikaru growled, annoyed. "How dare he take Xavier from his club duties?"
"His father doesn't care." Haruhi said. "I don't want to get my nose in their business, but his father isn't the nicest guy. I understand things to a certain extent, but forcing him into therapy because he wants to do his own thing?"
"It's ridiculous." Hikaru replied, watching Xavier. "No wonder he's so hostile." He understand why Xavier was the way he was when they first met him. Xavier was a nice guy. Just not to people who didn't even try to understand him.
"The I.V. and your hospital bed. This was no accident. This was a therapeutic chain of events." He sang quietly, finishing the song.
His mother just stared at him, worry in her eyes. He sat down with his guests and she just looked at her husband.
"Do you know what that song means?" She questioned, panicked.
"This is why we're putting him in therapy." He replied dryly, not too worried. "Jackie, honestly, it's just a song. I doubt the boy even knows what it means."
"No, Akio, I've heard him sing songs far worse than that. Did you even read his tattoo? You know what he told me that tattoo meant? It was reminder for him to live!" She whispered harshly, grabbing his hand.
"Once again, this is why he is going to therapy. They'll prescribe him medication if needs be." He told her, his voice softer now. He squeezed her hand.
She just sighed, her point not getting to him. She adored her husband to no end, and she know he adored her to no end as well, but the matter of their son was also a difficult one. She would just have to give it time.