Title: Friends, Lovers and Brothers
Authors Note: I know that I have been like uploading a chapter a day, but this is only because I just finished my exam. You see, before the exam my net wasn't working, so I had typed out most of my works. After like 10 chapters, I tell you I'll definitely slow down.
Chapter 6-The Truth
'Aya stop talking crap and let's go!' he said. Mr. Rukawa walked towards his drawer and took out a gun. He pointed it at my dad, his hands steady and said.
'Get out of here. You get out of my house. If you don't know how to love your daughter, if you don't know precious a human life is, get out.' My dad's eyes widen at the sight of the gun. He took a step back, saying.
'You won't dare fire, neighbors will hear. Police will come after you.'
'Oh yeah? Well let them come. We'll see who ends up in jail.' Mr. Rukawa continued, steadily.
'Aya! Is this how you treat your father? I brought you up and this is how you repay me? What have I taught you in these 15 years? Is it going down the drain?' my dad shouted at me. I started. I was definitely going to give in to him again. I knew it, I didn't like it, but I couldn't help it.
'What could you have taught her? All you taught her was how to be afraid of you. You brainwashed her. You made her believe that a child has to serve a father no mater how terrible a father is towards her. Well, you are wrong! A child never need to serve a father, she needs to love a father no matter how terrible he is to her. And that is only because of the blood relation,' Sendo said stressing a little on the word blood relation. I looked at him, wonderingly.
'She has to respect a father, but not to the extent of endangering her own life,' Sendo said in an even tone, keeping a firm grip on my hand, knowing, as he always did, what I was thinking. (A little scary huh?)
'How could you ever treat your daughter like that? She has a life too. You can't just make her serve you. You have to love her, just the way she loves you,' Mrs. Rukawa added.
'Get out of this house if you don't know how to love your daughter. Don't you dare come back unless you learn what it means to love and to be loved,' Rukawa said, his patience tethering on a thin thread, which would break any minute.
* * * * * * * *
Aya's father stared hard at all of them, glancing off-handedly at Mr. and Mrs. Rukawa, but focusing on Aya and her 'boy' friends flanking her. They seemed to radiate a white light. An aura of peace. That scared him. It worried him much more than the gun that was being pointed at him. It made him unsure of himself. Even Aya looked strong in that circle. Not exactly physically strong (although she was quite). No, physical strength didn't scare Aya's dad. They were strong in another way. In a way he was not. In a way he never had been. He started backing off. But before all his courage fled, leaving him, he managed to say one last sentence.
'You watch your back Aya. I'll come to get you.' (When I said last sentence, I meant it literary)
Mr. Rukawa put his gun down and closed the door. Shaking his head, he turned towards the trio standing together. Both Rukawa and Sendo had they hands on Aya, comforting her. Aya was shaking like crazy. Life must have been hell, staying with a father like that.
'Aya, a father loves his child. Your father had no attributes that a proper father should have. He is the biggest failure I ever saw. Keep in mind, though you are a child, his child, you do have a right to live. You do also have a right to stand up for yourself. What you did wasn't wrong,' Mr. Rukawa said to her. Aya didn't reply. Mrs. Rukawa went over to hug her and beckoned Mr. Rukawa to leave them alone.
Sendo led Aya towards the couch. When they were all seated, Sendo started talking.
'Aya, I want you to truthfully tell me all the feelings you ever had about your father.' Aya looked at Sendo tiredly. She shook her head. Sendo continued looking at her sternly. (Imagine Sendo looking stern!)
'Aya, how long are you going to hide? How long will you deny the feelings inside you?' He asked. Aya looked down. She didn't want to tell all the feelings she had because. what might come out of her mouth may not be what it should. What may come out of her mouth may surprise her.
* * * * * * * *
'Well, I always respected my father. Um. yearned to earn his approval, loved him and..'
'Aya, I know what crap he has taught you for 12 years. And I can tell you that hardly any of it is true. Anyway, he can't hear what you have to say,' Sendo said softly, sympathizing. Rukawa had his hands around me. I leaned in, towards him. Right now, I needed something to prove that this was not a dream, that this was real. I needed support. He tightened his hold on me.
'I. I hated him. Though I loved him, I hated him as well. I hated the way his breath reeked of alcohol when he was on me. I hated the fact that no matter what I did, it was never good enough for him. I hated the way he always hurt me.' I said. Everything was coming out of me. All the things I held back for 15 years. I was losing control, not only of my feelings, but also of my tongue. I was losing myself, trying my best to escape what had to be there. Trying to escape my past, but Sendo was pulling me back into it, making me say all the things I tried and have succeeded to not say for 15 years, but now, I failed. Sendo nodded.
'What about your mom?'
'I don't hate my mom. I loved her very much. She loved me too. I don't blame her for leaving. but. I think she could have made it easier for me by sending word, or at least something to show that she was alive, to show that she cared,' I said, feeling horrified with all the things that I dared to say. I quickly covered my mouth, my tears still flowing. Rukawa gently pulled my hands away from my mouth.
'Aya, whatever your father taught you all the while isn't true, and he knows it. But you don't. He wanted to use you and scared the hell out of you when you were young making sure that you believed whatever he taught you. And you did, bringing it with you until this age although most of it was absurd. But now, I'm trying to break it. You must realize that no matter how much you loved him, nobody cannot not hate him after what he had done. You must know that what you did is not wrong and learn to stand up for yourself, whether inside or outside, when it comes to your dad. Remember, we will always be there for you.'
'What I say now might really shock you. I've known this for quite sometime, but I waited. I knew that I had to make you realize that it was not wrong for you to hate your dad before I could tell you all these things,' Sendo paused for a breath, 'Your father is not your true father. Your mother is though. She is still staying in Japan, Kanagawa prefecture, where we are. I found this out when I was four, you were three, about two weeks after she left. How I found out is a pretty long story,' Sendo finished.
That didn't just shock me! I was actually wondering whether Sendo was out of his mind when he said,
'I don't blame you if you don't believe me. I myself found it hard to believe. I'll bring you to your mother's house tomorrow. You can ask her who your real father is. I heard your mother talking to your present father about your real father but I don't know who he really is.' Was that really true? Have I been brought up by a guy who wasn't my father? Did I not have his blood running through my veins? But. I know Sendo would never lie to me.
'Aya, you should go to sleep,' Rukawa said softly. I nodded. With all that had happened, I was too tired to not go to sleep.
At 8 in the morning, Mr. and Mrs. Rukawa came downstairs as normal. But to they utmost surprise, nothing was normal. The three of them were awake! That had never happened before. Aya was fixing breakfast, her face pretty grim. Rukawa and Sendo were talking in low voices, glancing outside at the darkening sky once in the while.
'Morning aunty, uncle,' Aya greeted them.
'Breakfast coming up shortly,' Rukawa said smiling at Aya (he seems to be smiling a lot ain't he?)
'I wonder whether we will be getting stomachache. Are there any biscuits around, aunty?' Sendo asked naughtily.
'Go ahead and eat biscuits. I don't you contaminating my food anyway.' Aya said, grinning. Sendo salaamed at her. (you know, like bowing down with your head touching the floor)
'Sorry your majesty! I wanna eat your breakfast. Wanna!' Rukawa took a paper fan hit Sendo. And suddenly Aya burst out laughing. Mr. and Mrs. Rukawa stared at her. (Sweat drop) It wasn't that funny to see someone hitting someone hitting another with a paper fan (but I guess you know why she is laughing).
'You'll make a good Ayako,' Aya said when her laughter subsided a little. Rukawa, smiling, put the paper fan back. Sendo too was smiling (he'd never not smile).
After breakfast, about 9:15, the three of them set out with Mr. and Mrs. Rukawa still staring at them, wondering what was going on in they brain. Sendo led the way to Aya's mom's house, glancing worriedly at the skies above. Aya was nervous too, not because of the fact that it looked like it was going to rain. What if her mother forgot her? Or worse, what if her mother disowns her? By the time they reached the house, rain was starting to fall lightly. They knocked and entered when somebody opened the door for them.
'Who are you looking for?' the person (probably the maid) asked.
'Um. the, mistress of the house,' Sendo said.
'Sorry she isn't in now and will be back shortly. Would you like to wait?' Sendo nodded. She led the way to the living room where a boy was watching a basketball match. All three of them started. This boy had short brown hair, cut a little like Aya's hairstyle and beautiful sparkling blue eyes. He wasn't all that tall either, just a little taller than Aya and had a pretty fair complexion, like Sendo and Rukawa. As he turned towards them he was shocked.
'Sendo? Rukawa?. Aya?' He asked.
'What are you doing here?' he asked, his face breaking into a smile.
'You stay here?' Rukawa asked.
'Obviously,' he said, smiling rather comically, wondering what on earth was going on in they minds. As the rain started pouring down heavily and darkness seeped into the room, Aya whispered, 'Fujima.'
A/N: I know it's like very weird.
Authors Note: I know that I have been like uploading a chapter a day, but this is only because I just finished my exam. You see, before the exam my net wasn't working, so I had typed out most of my works. After like 10 chapters, I tell you I'll definitely slow down.
Chapter 6-The Truth
'Aya stop talking crap and let's go!' he said. Mr. Rukawa walked towards his drawer and took out a gun. He pointed it at my dad, his hands steady and said.
'Get out of here. You get out of my house. If you don't know how to love your daughter, if you don't know precious a human life is, get out.' My dad's eyes widen at the sight of the gun. He took a step back, saying.
'You won't dare fire, neighbors will hear. Police will come after you.'
'Oh yeah? Well let them come. We'll see who ends up in jail.' Mr. Rukawa continued, steadily.
'Aya! Is this how you treat your father? I brought you up and this is how you repay me? What have I taught you in these 15 years? Is it going down the drain?' my dad shouted at me. I started. I was definitely going to give in to him again. I knew it, I didn't like it, but I couldn't help it.
'What could you have taught her? All you taught her was how to be afraid of you. You brainwashed her. You made her believe that a child has to serve a father no mater how terrible a father is towards her. Well, you are wrong! A child never need to serve a father, she needs to love a father no matter how terrible he is to her. And that is only because of the blood relation,' Sendo said stressing a little on the word blood relation. I looked at him, wonderingly.
'She has to respect a father, but not to the extent of endangering her own life,' Sendo said in an even tone, keeping a firm grip on my hand, knowing, as he always did, what I was thinking. (A little scary huh?)
'How could you ever treat your daughter like that? She has a life too. You can't just make her serve you. You have to love her, just the way she loves you,' Mrs. Rukawa added.
'Get out of this house if you don't know how to love your daughter. Don't you dare come back unless you learn what it means to love and to be loved,' Rukawa said, his patience tethering on a thin thread, which would break any minute.
* * * * * * * *
Aya's father stared hard at all of them, glancing off-handedly at Mr. and Mrs. Rukawa, but focusing on Aya and her 'boy' friends flanking her. They seemed to radiate a white light. An aura of peace. That scared him. It worried him much more than the gun that was being pointed at him. It made him unsure of himself. Even Aya looked strong in that circle. Not exactly physically strong (although she was quite). No, physical strength didn't scare Aya's dad. They were strong in another way. In a way he was not. In a way he never had been. He started backing off. But before all his courage fled, leaving him, he managed to say one last sentence.
'You watch your back Aya. I'll come to get you.' (When I said last sentence, I meant it literary)
Mr. Rukawa put his gun down and closed the door. Shaking his head, he turned towards the trio standing together. Both Rukawa and Sendo had they hands on Aya, comforting her. Aya was shaking like crazy. Life must have been hell, staying with a father like that.
'Aya, a father loves his child. Your father had no attributes that a proper father should have. He is the biggest failure I ever saw. Keep in mind, though you are a child, his child, you do have a right to live. You do also have a right to stand up for yourself. What you did wasn't wrong,' Mr. Rukawa said to her. Aya didn't reply. Mrs. Rukawa went over to hug her and beckoned Mr. Rukawa to leave them alone.
Sendo led Aya towards the couch. When they were all seated, Sendo started talking.
'Aya, I want you to truthfully tell me all the feelings you ever had about your father.' Aya looked at Sendo tiredly. She shook her head. Sendo continued looking at her sternly. (Imagine Sendo looking stern!)
'Aya, how long are you going to hide? How long will you deny the feelings inside you?' He asked. Aya looked down. She didn't want to tell all the feelings she had because. what might come out of her mouth may not be what it should. What may come out of her mouth may surprise her.
* * * * * * * *
'Well, I always respected my father. Um. yearned to earn his approval, loved him and..'
'Aya, I know what crap he has taught you for 12 years. And I can tell you that hardly any of it is true. Anyway, he can't hear what you have to say,' Sendo said softly, sympathizing. Rukawa had his hands around me. I leaned in, towards him. Right now, I needed something to prove that this was not a dream, that this was real. I needed support. He tightened his hold on me.
'I. I hated him. Though I loved him, I hated him as well. I hated the way his breath reeked of alcohol when he was on me. I hated the fact that no matter what I did, it was never good enough for him. I hated the way he always hurt me.' I said. Everything was coming out of me. All the things I held back for 15 years. I was losing control, not only of my feelings, but also of my tongue. I was losing myself, trying my best to escape what had to be there. Trying to escape my past, but Sendo was pulling me back into it, making me say all the things I tried and have succeeded to not say for 15 years, but now, I failed. Sendo nodded.
'What about your mom?'
'I don't hate my mom. I loved her very much. She loved me too. I don't blame her for leaving. but. I think she could have made it easier for me by sending word, or at least something to show that she was alive, to show that she cared,' I said, feeling horrified with all the things that I dared to say. I quickly covered my mouth, my tears still flowing. Rukawa gently pulled my hands away from my mouth.
'Aya, whatever your father taught you all the while isn't true, and he knows it. But you don't. He wanted to use you and scared the hell out of you when you were young making sure that you believed whatever he taught you. And you did, bringing it with you until this age although most of it was absurd. But now, I'm trying to break it. You must realize that no matter how much you loved him, nobody cannot not hate him after what he had done. You must know that what you did is not wrong and learn to stand up for yourself, whether inside or outside, when it comes to your dad. Remember, we will always be there for you.'
'What I say now might really shock you. I've known this for quite sometime, but I waited. I knew that I had to make you realize that it was not wrong for you to hate your dad before I could tell you all these things,' Sendo paused for a breath, 'Your father is not your true father. Your mother is though. She is still staying in Japan, Kanagawa prefecture, where we are. I found this out when I was four, you were three, about two weeks after she left. How I found out is a pretty long story,' Sendo finished.
That didn't just shock me! I was actually wondering whether Sendo was out of his mind when he said,
'I don't blame you if you don't believe me. I myself found it hard to believe. I'll bring you to your mother's house tomorrow. You can ask her who your real father is. I heard your mother talking to your present father about your real father but I don't know who he really is.' Was that really true? Have I been brought up by a guy who wasn't my father? Did I not have his blood running through my veins? But. I know Sendo would never lie to me.
'Aya, you should go to sleep,' Rukawa said softly. I nodded. With all that had happened, I was too tired to not go to sleep.
At 8 in the morning, Mr. and Mrs. Rukawa came downstairs as normal. But to they utmost surprise, nothing was normal. The three of them were awake! That had never happened before. Aya was fixing breakfast, her face pretty grim. Rukawa and Sendo were talking in low voices, glancing outside at the darkening sky once in the while.
'Morning aunty, uncle,' Aya greeted them.
'Breakfast coming up shortly,' Rukawa said smiling at Aya (he seems to be smiling a lot ain't he?)
'I wonder whether we will be getting stomachache. Are there any biscuits around, aunty?' Sendo asked naughtily.
'Go ahead and eat biscuits. I don't you contaminating my food anyway.' Aya said, grinning. Sendo salaamed at her. (you know, like bowing down with your head touching the floor)
'Sorry your majesty! I wanna eat your breakfast. Wanna!' Rukawa took a paper fan hit Sendo. And suddenly Aya burst out laughing. Mr. and Mrs. Rukawa stared at her. (Sweat drop) It wasn't that funny to see someone hitting someone hitting another with a paper fan (but I guess you know why she is laughing).
'You'll make a good Ayako,' Aya said when her laughter subsided a little. Rukawa, smiling, put the paper fan back. Sendo too was smiling (he'd never not smile).
After breakfast, about 9:15, the three of them set out with Mr. and Mrs. Rukawa still staring at them, wondering what was going on in they brain. Sendo led the way to Aya's mom's house, glancing worriedly at the skies above. Aya was nervous too, not because of the fact that it looked like it was going to rain. What if her mother forgot her? Or worse, what if her mother disowns her? By the time they reached the house, rain was starting to fall lightly. They knocked and entered when somebody opened the door for them.
'Who are you looking for?' the person (probably the maid) asked.
'Um. the, mistress of the house,' Sendo said.
'Sorry she isn't in now and will be back shortly. Would you like to wait?' Sendo nodded. She led the way to the living room where a boy was watching a basketball match. All three of them started. This boy had short brown hair, cut a little like Aya's hairstyle and beautiful sparkling blue eyes. He wasn't all that tall either, just a little taller than Aya and had a pretty fair complexion, like Sendo and Rukawa. As he turned towards them he was shocked.
'Sendo? Rukawa?. Aya?' He asked.
'What are you doing here?' he asked, his face breaking into a smile.
'You stay here?' Rukawa asked.
'Obviously,' he said, smiling rather comically, wondering what on earth was going on in they minds. As the rain started pouring down heavily and darkness seeped into the room, Aya whispered, 'Fujima.'
A/N: I know it's like very weird.
