Author's note: I hate computers. Part eight. Kenato. His parents know. Yeah. This has gone from being like twelve written pages to six and a half. From here on out, I can't make my brain think of an unsucky ending, so, please, help. Send any ideas to Raegan_1@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Warning: Yaoi, yuri, Kenato/Yamaken/Yamaten/Kento. Shounen ai. Same sex relationships. Guys loving guys. Girls loving girls. Guys loving girls. Girls loving guys. It's all in here someplace.
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Author: Some dumb blonde who isn't in a good mood.
Title: blah blah blah blah
Content: READ THE WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOD, PEOPLE, WHAT DO YOU THINK IT'S THERE FOR?
Matt started toward them, ready to protect his friend...boyfriend from harm.
"Now, Ken! Get in the car! We're leaving." Ken's father didn't bother to keep his voice low, the other students had already left. "Your little 'girl-friend' will have to find another boy to contaminate, instead of my son. Get. In. The. Car."
"No." He said it quietly, but the intensity was unmistakable. The calm and controlled Ichijouji Ken was nearing breaking point, and it wasn't going to be pretty. Matt could see his fist curling and uncurling. The last time he had seen Ken do that was as the Kaiser. That was a couple of years ago. "You can insult me. You can think what you will about what I am. Don't you -dare- insult Yamato. You have no idea what you're talking about."
"Oh, really. Tell me this. If your little Yama hadn't come into the picture, would we be having this conversation? Would you still think that being gay is better than being my son?"
"I've tried being different that this. It didn't work. I've hid behind a mask for years, and you never noticed. Matt did. Your anger and disgust hurts less than being something I'm not." He sighed. "To actually answer your question: no. If not for Yama-chan, I would have denied what I am, and ended up being miserable behind my mask for the rest of my life."
"And do you really think that this -Yama- will really stick around? He's older than you by a couple of years, and he'll be off to college or whatever while you're still in high school. What do you think will happen when the two of you aren't living in the same place?" It was a desperate arguement, but also a valid one. Ken didn't hesitate.
"Then we'll wait until we can be together again. I'll finish school, eventually, and he'll be waiting. Or I'll just have to join him, if he's on tour. If we can't be together in person, there are always the telephone and letters. We will find a way around any obstacle."
"And I'm just another thing in your path, is that it? I've fed and clothed you for fourteen years, and this is how I'm repaid? With disrespect and dishonor?"
"It has nothing to do with you! Why can't you see that? It's not genetic, and it's not intentional! It just happens! You can't stop it, so don't even try!" He was yelling now, another thing he hadn't done since the Kaiser period. "I have tried so hard since Osamu died to make you proud of me. I've done everything in my power to be the perfect son. But I can't live up to expectations of perfection. I'm human, dad. Very, very human, with faults and problems like everyone else."
"Then we'll deal with this problem together, and get it out of the way. We'll make the effort together, and you'll see." His father's voice was smooth. Ken growled in frustration.
"YOU CAN'T CHANGE THIS! THIS ISN'T A PROBLEM! Why can't you understand, that out of everything else in my life, this is probably the closest thing to perfect that I've ever had? For the first time in years, someone cares about me for -me-. Not the image of 'Ken-the genius'. Just me, the human, with all of my hangups. Not for the fame that follows me around, not for the ideal of perfection."
Mr. Ichijouji's eyes flashed. "Is that how you see us? As glory-hounds?" He took a step forward.
"Lay one hand on him, and I won't hesitate to take you down." Matt's voice was pure steel. Softer, to Ken, "Are you okay?"
"I'm ready to go." He sounded tired, drained. He turned away from his father and walked to Matt's car. Matt let him walk away, and then turned to face Ichijouji with a cold glare.
"If you try to take your son, and hide him from me, be warned. I will find him. -You- can't separate us. Anything you do to try to come between us will only drive the two of you further apart. I care for him, I won't hurt him. You already have, by refusing to accept him for who he is. I know what that pain is like."
"Then you should have left him alone. Then we wouldn't be having this discussion, and you wouldnt' be interfering in my son's life." He pointed a finger at the blonde. Yama ignored it.
"Hate me, yell at me, glare at me, whatever. Just tell your son that you love him. That you'll still be there for him. If you don't, then you will lose him. Not to me, but to the pain that abandonment leaves behind. The pain of a child who lost himself. And it will be -your- fault. Not his, not mine. Yours."
Yamato turned and walked away. At the car, he gave Ken a thumbs up sign and got in. He'd be there when Ken fell apart, or the bastard would pay. Somehow, someway.
He drove to the apartment building, Ken's father right behind them. They made their way upstairs, and Mrs. Ichijouji opened the door. "Hello, mother-san." She smiled sadly at her son as he passed, his hand held securely by the blonde. Her husband stormed in behind them and shut the door.
They repacked his bag with clean clothes. When they reentered the living room, Mr. Ichijouji stopped them. "Please, have a seat. The boys sat on the couch, hand-in-hand. Matt smiled at Ken reassuringly and squeezed his hand. His parents watched the interplay, one sighing to herself, the other biting back his first instinctive insult.
"I don't approve of this. I want that known here and now. I will not tell you that this is okay, I will not say that I accept this. You are my son, you have a duty to your family, and to your name to carry it on. It is your responsibility to marry and produce an heir. Are you going to shirk your duty and dishonor your family?"
Ken swallowed hard, then looked at Matt. The blonde watched him, waiting for his answer. He had been prepared for anger and disapproval, but this went beyond that to disgust and borderline hate. *How quickly one emotion goes to another. Love to hate. Fear to anger. Sadness to joy. I could be happy with Yama-chan, but would it be worth letting down my father? I could keep up the lie, and live up to his expectations, but would it mean anything without love, without Yama?*
He looked at the three faces that were waiting for his reply. He knew that he was taking a long time, but he didn't realize how it looked until Matt pulled his hand away and stood up, pain in his azure eyes. "Have I ever failed you before now, father?" His father smiled at him smugly. "If I haven't, then I'm sorry, because the first time is always the worst."
He stood up and faced them, Matt to the side and apart from this battle. "Yes. I will shirk my duty, and my honor, and my family. Because life without love, is worse that love without honor. I wish you could understand, but I'm not going to push. I'll wait, until you either except it, or until you disown me. In either case, goodbye."
Without a second glance, he pulled Yamato out of the apartment, and away from his home. His parent's house, not his. Not anymore. He'd find a new one, with Yamato and their love.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Warning: Yaoi, yuri, Kenato/Yamaken/Yamaten/Kento. Shounen ai. Same sex relationships. Guys loving guys. Girls loving girls. Guys loving girls. Girls loving guys. It's all in here someplace.
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Author: Some dumb blonde who isn't in a good mood.
Title: blah blah blah blah
Content: READ THE WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOD, PEOPLE, WHAT DO YOU THINK IT'S THERE FOR?
Matt started toward them, ready to protect his friend...boyfriend from harm.
"Now, Ken! Get in the car! We're leaving." Ken's father didn't bother to keep his voice low, the other students had already left. "Your little 'girl-friend' will have to find another boy to contaminate, instead of my son. Get. In. The. Car."
"No." He said it quietly, but the intensity was unmistakable. The calm and controlled Ichijouji Ken was nearing breaking point, and it wasn't going to be pretty. Matt could see his fist curling and uncurling. The last time he had seen Ken do that was as the Kaiser. That was a couple of years ago. "You can insult me. You can think what you will about what I am. Don't you -dare- insult Yamato. You have no idea what you're talking about."
"Oh, really. Tell me this. If your little Yama hadn't come into the picture, would we be having this conversation? Would you still think that being gay is better than being my son?"
"I've tried being different that this. It didn't work. I've hid behind a mask for years, and you never noticed. Matt did. Your anger and disgust hurts less than being something I'm not." He sighed. "To actually answer your question: no. If not for Yama-chan, I would have denied what I am, and ended up being miserable behind my mask for the rest of my life."
"And do you really think that this -Yama- will really stick around? He's older than you by a couple of years, and he'll be off to college or whatever while you're still in high school. What do you think will happen when the two of you aren't living in the same place?" It was a desperate arguement, but also a valid one. Ken didn't hesitate.
"Then we'll wait until we can be together again. I'll finish school, eventually, and he'll be waiting. Or I'll just have to join him, if he's on tour. If we can't be together in person, there are always the telephone and letters. We will find a way around any obstacle."
"And I'm just another thing in your path, is that it? I've fed and clothed you for fourteen years, and this is how I'm repaid? With disrespect and dishonor?"
"It has nothing to do with you! Why can't you see that? It's not genetic, and it's not intentional! It just happens! You can't stop it, so don't even try!" He was yelling now, another thing he hadn't done since the Kaiser period. "I have tried so hard since Osamu died to make you proud of me. I've done everything in my power to be the perfect son. But I can't live up to expectations of perfection. I'm human, dad. Very, very human, with faults and problems like everyone else."
"Then we'll deal with this problem together, and get it out of the way. We'll make the effort together, and you'll see." His father's voice was smooth. Ken growled in frustration.
"YOU CAN'T CHANGE THIS! THIS ISN'T A PROBLEM! Why can't you understand, that out of everything else in my life, this is probably the closest thing to perfect that I've ever had? For the first time in years, someone cares about me for -me-. Not the image of 'Ken-the genius'. Just me, the human, with all of my hangups. Not for the fame that follows me around, not for the ideal of perfection."
Mr. Ichijouji's eyes flashed. "Is that how you see us? As glory-hounds?" He took a step forward.
"Lay one hand on him, and I won't hesitate to take you down." Matt's voice was pure steel. Softer, to Ken, "Are you okay?"
"I'm ready to go." He sounded tired, drained. He turned away from his father and walked to Matt's car. Matt let him walk away, and then turned to face Ichijouji with a cold glare.
"If you try to take your son, and hide him from me, be warned. I will find him. -You- can't separate us. Anything you do to try to come between us will only drive the two of you further apart. I care for him, I won't hurt him. You already have, by refusing to accept him for who he is. I know what that pain is like."
"Then you should have left him alone. Then we wouldn't be having this discussion, and you wouldnt' be interfering in my son's life." He pointed a finger at the blonde. Yama ignored it.
"Hate me, yell at me, glare at me, whatever. Just tell your son that you love him. That you'll still be there for him. If you don't, then you will lose him. Not to me, but to the pain that abandonment leaves behind. The pain of a child who lost himself. And it will be -your- fault. Not his, not mine. Yours."
Yamato turned and walked away. At the car, he gave Ken a thumbs up sign and got in. He'd be there when Ken fell apart, or the bastard would pay. Somehow, someway.
He drove to the apartment building, Ken's father right behind them. They made their way upstairs, and Mrs. Ichijouji opened the door. "Hello, mother-san." She smiled sadly at her son as he passed, his hand held securely by the blonde. Her husband stormed in behind them and shut the door.
They repacked his bag with clean clothes. When they reentered the living room, Mr. Ichijouji stopped them. "Please, have a seat. The boys sat on the couch, hand-in-hand. Matt smiled at Ken reassuringly and squeezed his hand. His parents watched the interplay, one sighing to herself, the other biting back his first instinctive insult.
"I don't approve of this. I want that known here and now. I will not tell you that this is okay, I will not say that I accept this. You are my son, you have a duty to your family, and to your name to carry it on. It is your responsibility to marry and produce an heir. Are you going to shirk your duty and dishonor your family?"
Ken swallowed hard, then looked at Matt. The blonde watched him, waiting for his answer. He had been prepared for anger and disapproval, but this went beyond that to disgust and borderline hate. *How quickly one emotion goes to another. Love to hate. Fear to anger. Sadness to joy. I could be happy with Yama-chan, but would it be worth letting down my father? I could keep up the lie, and live up to his expectations, but would it mean anything without love, without Yama?*
He looked at the three faces that were waiting for his reply. He knew that he was taking a long time, but he didn't realize how it looked until Matt pulled his hand away and stood up, pain in his azure eyes. "Have I ever failed you before now, father?" His father smiled at him smugly. "If I haven't, then I'm sorry, because the first time is always the worst."
He stood up and faced them, Matt to the side and apart from this battle. "Yes. I will shirk my duty, and my honor, and my family. Because life without love, is worse that love without honor. I wish you could understand, but I'm not going to push. I'll wait, until you either except it, or until you disown me. In either case, goodbye."
Without a second glance, he pulled Yamato out of the apartment, and away from his home. His parent's house, not his. Not anymore. He'd find a new one, with Yamato and their love.