been a while
-_-_-_-
As Takeru had learned at the tender age of 4 or so, good things never last and unfortunately Yamato's stay was over. He
had wished that the time would never run out, except for that first night Ishida-san hadn't gotten drunk once. Takeru was
really proud of his father knowing that it was very hard for him but he still dreaded this afternoon at 3 o'clock. Yamato's bus
would leave then. That wasn't the only reason he was upset. He hadn't spoken to Daisuke because he hadn't been at
school, he had gotten a cold from his abrupt trip to the beach and had stayed home. Since that day Yamato had hounded
him about Takeru flinching at him. Takeru danced around the subject saying that his teammates and him just horsed around
alot, wrestling and stuff. Yamato didn't ask again but was ever watchful since then. Now Takeru wondered what would
happen now that he was leaving again.
-_-_-_-
The day came and went and Takeru prepared for school on the next day, Monday. He hoped against hope that his father
wouldn't come home drunk, knowing that he probably would. When Yamato had left today he had been very distant, much
like when he had left for college in September. That was when the heavy drinking had started.
~~~
Takeru watched in confusion as his Dad unloaded two six packs of beer from the grocery bags and put them in the fridge.
As far as he knew his father didn't drink much. Sure he'd had the occasional glass of wine or bottle of beer but never in
such amounts that he would buy 12 bottles of beer when he had only bought enough food for the next two or three days
like he always did. He thought that maybe he was having a party at work but Masaharu said things had been going well at
work since June. Why would they have a party when they were going through all this financial trouble? He had asked his
dad about it but was silenced with, "Oh you know, to wish Yamato off." He forgot to mention that they had wished Yamato
off six hours ago when they had left him at his school after spending the weekend getting him settled in.
~~~
Takeru was hurt emotionally. His own dad. This was the first but not last time that he'd ever seen his father drunk. Of course
Takeru stated blankly, "Dad, are you drunk?" His dad had glared up at him, liquor shining in his eyes. The aftermath was
painful. That was all he had been able to remember the next day.
~~~
Since then it had gotten worse and worse. Beer had been followed first with wine and tonic water then with hard liquors like
vodka, rum, gin, whiskey, and southern comfort, depending on what his dad had a taste for. Liquor led to staying out to all
hours of the night, shameless girls found in the house the next morning, passing out, and now more often beating Takeru.
-_-_-_-
Takeru was staring at the clock ticking off seconds in his room. It now read 12:07. His father had left rougly three and half
hours ago and still no sign. 'Going for a walk, my ass.' Takeru thought unhappily. He had hoped that this wouldn't happen
again. He had hoped that his dad's nine day fast from alcohol would last, but he had changed a lot from the naive eleven
year old he had been. He now knew that hope only led to dissappointment as it did this time. Right after his dad left he
had distracted himself with his mom's most recent letter. Although she was cheerful throughout the whole thing, she did hint
that there was definite danger in her area, he also noticed that she hadn't left a return address. That only caused the
darkness in the recesses of his heart to grow, overshadowing his normally hopeful nature with worry, fear, and anger. His
mind had drifted back to the conversation he had with Maro some days ago.
It couldn't be true. They couldn't know, could they? What if they did. Worse still, as she had said, what if they knew and
they didn't care. He tried to brush it away as nonsense but his hope was fading already from his father's relapse. Dark
thoughts overcame him, and he gave way to despairing thoughts until he had noticed the time. 12:07.
-_-_-_-
He was starting to scare himself.
-_-_-_-
i'd like to make a correction, in chapter four i mistakenly typed 'ototou-san' for father when it actually means little brother, i meant to type 'otou-san'.
forgive me
cuts off finger in penance ^_*
ciao!
-arynnl
-_-_-_-
As Takeru had learned at the tender age of 4 or so, good things never last and unfortunately Yamato's stay was over. He
had wished that the time would never run out, except for that first night Ishida-san hadn't gotten drunk once. Takeru was
really proud of his father knowing that it was very hard for him but he still dreaded this afternoon at 3 o'clock. Yamato's bus
would leave then. That wasn't the only reason he was upset. He hadn't spoken to Daisuke because he hadn't been at
school, he had gotten a cold from his abrupt trip to the beach and had stayed home. Since that day Yamato had hounded
him about Takeru flinching at him. Takeru danced around the subject saying that his teammates and him just horsed around
alot, wrestling and stuff. Yamato didn't ask again but was ever watchful since then. Now Takeru wondered what would
happen now that he was leaving again.
-_-_-_-
The day came and went and Takeru prepared for school on the next day, Monday. He hoped against hope that his father
wouldn't come home drunk, knowing that he probably would. When Yamato had left today he had been very distant, much
like when he had left for college in September. That was when the heavy drinking had started.
~~~
Takeru watched in confusion as his Dad unloaded two six packs of beer from the grocery bags and put them in the fridge.
As far as he knew his father didn't drink much. Sure he'd had the occasional glass of wine or bottle of beer but never in
such amounts that he would buy 12 bottles of beer when he had only bought enough food for the next two or three days
like he always did. He thought that maybe he was having a party at work but Masaharu said things had been going well at
work since June. Why would they have a party when they were going through all this financial trouble? He had asked his
dad about it but was silenced with, "Oh you know, to wish Yamato off." He forgot to mention that they had wished Yamato
off six hours ago when they had left him at his school after spending the weekend getting him settled in.
~~~
Takeru was hurt emotionally. His own dad. This was the first but not last time that he'd ever seen his father drunk. Of course
Takeru stated blankly, "Dad, are you drunk?" His dad had glared up at him, liquor shining in his eyes. The aftermath was
painful. That was all he had been able to remember the next day.
~~~
Since then it had gotten worse and worse. Beer had been followed first with wine and tonic water then with hard liquors like
vodka, rum, gin, whiskey, and southern comfort, depending on what his dad had a taste for. Liquor led to staying out to all
hours of the night, shameless girls found in the house the next morning, passing out, and now more often beating Takeru.
-_-_-_-
Takeru was staring at the clock ticking off seconds in his room. It now read 12:07. His father had left rougly three and half
hours ago and still no sign. 'Going for a walk, my ass.' Takeru thought unhappily. He had hoped that this wouldn't happen
again. He had hoped that his dad's nine day fast from alcohol would last, but he had changed a lot from the naive eleven
year old he had been. He now knew that hope only led to dissappointment as it did this time. Right after his dad left he
had distracted himself with his mom's most recent letter. Although she was cheerful throughout the whole thing, she did hint
that there was definite danger in her area, he also noticed that she hadn't left a return address. That only caused the
darkness in the recesses of his heart to grow, overshadowing his normally hopeful nature with worry, fear, and anger. His
mind had drifted back to the conversation he had with Maro some days ago.
It couldn't be true. They couldn't know, could they? What if they did. Worse still, as she had said, what if they knew and
they didn't care. He tried to brush it away as nonsense but his hope was fading already from his father's relapse. Dark
thoughts overcame him, and he gave way to despairing thoughts until he had noticed the time. 12:07.
-_-_-_-
He was starting to scare himself.
-_-_-_-
i'd like to make a correction, in chapter four i mistakenly typed 'ototou-san' for father when it actually means little brother, i meant to type 'otou-san'.
forgive me
cuts off finger in penance ^_*
ciao!
-arynnl