AN: I answer something in this chapter! Something major, that I should
have answered last chapter. Don't yell at me please, I'm just a little
author. Anyway, this chapter turned out all right, but I could have done
so much better. I was distracted my ass of an English teacher. Damn you
Mr. Koski…
I moisten the once white (now dark, brownish gray) rag I used to clean the car on any other occasion and place it on Hirokazu's forehead. He mouth twitches and his eyes squeeze a little tighter, but he soon relaxes and looks just as he had before.
Hirokazu isn't a fainter; at least, he's never done it in front of me. He basically is just like the kind of guy every one else is: holding in feelings until they explode out one-way or another.
But, despite his perfect past, he just passed out right in front of me. Not even ashamed about it, either. Damn, he's turning into a girl.
Course, I could have broken it softer. But I've never really been one for sugar coating things. Just get to the point, suck it up, and move on. It's fast, it's easy, and it's relatively painless to me. But, as usual, the rest of the world doesn't share my opinion.
I just called my partner, told him what I was doing. He wasn't happy with me, but he rarely is. It doesn't bother me anymore; I don't even think it really does for him either. I think we've both just accepted the fact we can never please each other and are done with it.
He says he's coming home in four minutes. That means twenty, at least. He's never one to hurry leaving work. There's always some project that needs tweaking or someone he has to talk to on his way to the door.
Hirokazu has been second on his list for a while. He doesn't mean, or want it to be. But he can't change it, and that kills him. So instead of confess he has a flaw even he can't get rid of, he just denies it all together.
The child doesn't mind anymore. He just handles it like a man, nodding and grinning when he gets noticed, and simply accepting silently when he doesn't.
His eyes creak open, unfocused and tired. He mumbles something I can't understand; smiling and giggling like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard in his life. I laugh nervously along, and he looks satisfied. After a second of me not saying anything further, he scowls and grumbles.
"What did you say I was?" He must be repeating, his eyes struggling to un-blur.
"A...." I begin, before the door explodes open and my partner runs into the apartment. I cough, and he grudgingly goes back and re-locks the door.
"Anyone see you coming up here?" He asks, hanging up his coat and changing from his shoes to his slippers. I shake my head, and he nods. "And how's he?"
"Why don't you see for yourself?" I reply, helping Hirokazu into a sitting positing. He beams as my partner sits beside him. The child curls up in his 'father's' lap. My partner puts his arm around Hirokazu's shoulder, but nothing more.
"Is he coming?" my partner asks, looking straight at me. I alter my gaze to the child to try and lead him.
"Tonight, I'd assume. He has quite a way to travel before he gets to a port," I reason, shrugging my shoulders. He nods firmly, looking to the carpet.
"Things are getting that bad," he sighed, getting up and walking back to his room. He fumbles with the padlock and slips inside. I sigh softly. He's always been anti-social when he's nervous.
I mean more than usual.
"Who's coming?" Hirokazu asks, curling up to me instead.
"You're father, the one I was telling you about before," I tell him. He nods, not overly enthusiastically. He's scared, there's no way to avoid it.
"What about papa here?" he asks.
"He'll go back to living a normal life, and he'll need to come up with an excuse for you disappearing," I explain. He sighs.
"I don't want to go back. He doesn't know me." He's crying now.
"Sometimes we have to do things like this. It's not for you to decide the purpose in your life," I tell him.
"Well, what am I supposed to do? Go with a man I haven't seen for practically my whole life and save a world I've barely seen?" he yells, walking over to the window and pulling the curtain to look outside.
I run over and yank it shut. "Don't EVER put your safety in jeopardy like that again, you hear me?" I snap, glaring down at him. He turns his back on me.
"You keep saying someone's after me, well where are they? I haven't seen anyone!" He snarls back. Hirokazu runs into his room and slams the door.
I put my hands in my pockets and fall back upon the couch. He's only making this tougher for himself. I go over to his door, knocking on it softly.
"Go away," He chokes out bitterly.
"You'll have to talk to me sometime. You can't stay mad forever," I reason. He snarls at my logic then kicks the wall.
"You can't tell me what to do. You…you just don't know me. No one does!" He snaps, throwing the door open. He shoves me aside, running out of the apartment and the building as fast as his legs could carry him.
"Shit…." I hiss, my teeth clenching nervously as my partner's door opens and both fathers of Hirokazu step out, one showing the time this transaction has been going on, the other eleven, as he will always be unless he decides to change his form.
The original is still as filthy as he once was, probably with an extra layer or so. He's battle worn, cut and tired. But each little scratch he holds with particular pride, as if each one was a metal of honor.
"Good evening, Chip, where's my son?" He asks eagerly.
"Not here," I mumble. He clutches the neck of my shirt, looking into my eyes.
"What are you talking about?" He hisses. I blurt out the whole story. He runs to the window, tearing the curtain open. Hirokazu is nowhere to be seen. "Do they know he's here?"
"Most likely," My partner nods blatantly, not bothering to sugar coat or elongate it. There wasn't any good in it. The original collapses on the couch, burring his head in his hands.
"We need a plan first. I'll go out and find him and you try to break down the barrier. We need to break down the barrier," He orders, running out of the apartment. I follow him, shaking my head.
Who'd of thought a little Digimon like him could get in so much trouble.
I moisten the once white (now dark, brownish gray) rag I used to clean the car on any other occasion and place it on Hirokazu's forehead. He mouth twitches and his eyes squeeze a little tighter, but he soon relaxes and looks just as he had before.
Hirokazu isn't a fainter; at least, he's never done it in front of me. He basically is just like the kind of guy every one else is: holding in feelings until they explode out one-way or another.
But, despite his perfect past, he just passed out right in front of me. Not even ashamed about it, either. Damn, he's turning into a girl.
Course, I could have broken it softer. But I've never really been one for sugar coating things. Just get to the point, suck it up, and move on. It's fast, it's easy, and it's relatively painless to me. But, as usual, the rest of the world doesn't share my opinion.
I just called my partner, told him what I was doing. He wasn't happy with me, but he rarely is. It doesn't bother me anymore; I don't even think it really does for him either. I think we've both just accepted the fact we can never please each other and are done with it.
He says he's coming home in four minutes. That means twenty, at least. He's never one to hurry leaving work. There's always some project that needs tweaking or someone he has to talk to on his way to the door.
Hirokazu has been second on his list for a while. He doesn't mean, or want it to be. But he can't change it, and that kills him. So instead of confess he has a flaw even he can't get rid of, he just denies it all together.
The child doesn't mind anymore. He just handles it like a man, nodding and grinning when he gets noticed, and simply accepting silently when he doesn't.
His eyes creak open, unfocused and tired. He mumbles something I can't understand; smiling and giggling like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard in his life. I laugh nervously along, and he looks satisfied. After a second of me not saying anything further, he scowls and grumbles.
"What did you say I was?" He must be repeating, his eyes struggling to un-blur.
"A...." I begin, before the door explodes open and my partner runs into the apartment. I cough, and he grudgingly goes back and re-locks the door.
"Anyone see you coming up here?" He asks, hanging up his coat and changing from his shoes to his slippers. I shake my head, and he nods. "And how's he?"
"Why don't you see for yourself?" I reply, helping Hirokazu into a sitting positing. He beams as my partner sits beside him. The child curls up in his 'father's' lap. My partner puts his arm around Hirokazu's shoulder, but nothing more.
"Is he coming?" my partner asks, looking straight at me. I alter my gaze to the child to try and lead him.
"Tonight, I'd assume. He has quite a way to travel before he gets to a port," I reason, shrugging my shoulders. He nods firmly, looking to the carpet.
"Things are getting that bad," he sighed, getting up and walking back to his room. He fumbles with the padlock and slips inside. I sigh softly. He's always been anti-social when he's nervous.
I mean more than usual.
"Who's coming?" Hirokazu asks, curling up to me instead.
"You're father, the one I was telling you about before," I tell him. He nods, not overly enthusiastically. He's scared, there's no way to avoid it.
"What about papa here?" he asks.
"He'll go back to living a normal life, and he'll need to come up with an excuse for you disappearing," I explain. He sighs.
"I don't want to go back. He doesn't know me." He's crying now.
"Sometimes we have to do things like this. It's not for you to decide the purpose in your life," I tell him.
"Well, what am I supposed to do? Go with a man I haven't seen for practically my whole life and save a world I've barely seen?" he yells, walking over to the window and pulling the curtain to look outside.
I run over and yank it shut. "Don't EVER put your safety in jeopardy like that again, you hear me?" I snap, glaring down at him. He turns his back on me.
"You keep saying someone's after me, well where are they? I haven't seen anyone!" He snarls back. Hirokazu runs into his room and slams the door.
I put my hands in my pockets and fall back upon the couch. He's only making this tougher for himself. I go over to his door, knocking on it softly.
"Go away," He chokes out bitterly.
"You'll have to talk to me sometime. You can't stay mad forever," I reason. He snarls at my logic then kicks the wall.
"You can't tell me what to do. You…you just don't know me. No one does!" He snaps, throwing the door open. He shoves me aside, running out of the apartment and the building as fast as his legs could carry him.
"Shit…." I hiss, my teeth clenching nervously as my partner's door opens and both fathers of Hirokazu step out, one showing the time this transaction has been going on, the other eleven, as he will always be unless he decides to change his form.
The original is still as filthy as he once was, probably with an extra layer or so. He's battle worn, cut and tired. But each little scratch he holds with particular pride, as if each one was a metal of honor.
"Good evening, Chip, where's my son?" He asks eagerly.
"Not here," I mumble. He clutches the neck of my shirt, looking into my eyes.
"What are you talking about?" He hisses. I blurt out the whole story. He runs to the window, tearing the curtain open. Hirokazu is nowhere to be seen. "Do they know he's here?"
"Most likely," My partner nods blatantly, not bothering to sugar coat or elongate it. There wasn't any good in it. The original collapses on the couch, burring his head in his hands.
"We need a plan first. I'll go out and find him and you try to break down the barrier. We need to break down the barrier," He orders, running out of the apartment. I follow him, shaking my head.
Who'd of thought a little Digimon like him could get in so much trouble.