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Title : The Sakuragi Cousins
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CHAPTER 2 : The Visitor
"Okaeri nasai, Hanamichi-sama!"
A rather rustic voice greeted him. Hanamichi stood in shock at the old man in front of him.
"Ki-kimi wa.." was all he stuttered. (-_-; what ? no, teme? boy, was he kind....)
The old man chuckled cordially, his white hair swaying mildly to his involuntary movement.
"Don't say you have forgotten about me, Hanamichi-sama? It has been years since we last saw each other." The stranger absentmindedly smoothed his hands over the front of his black formal coat. He then stepped one foot back, gesturing a hand pointing inside Hanamichi's little domain.
"I have prepared a special meal for you. Please do come in immediately. I'm afraid the soup is getting cold." He beamed once again at Hanamichi who stared back befuddled.
At last he found his voice again, uttering his disbelief.
"Jeanteul?!"
The old man laughed at the mention of his name. He nodded his head and looked up at him with that same pleasant countenance.
"I don't think its healthy for you to stay beside the door. Please come in now and refresh yourself, Hanamichi-sama."
Drawn out from his reverie, he nearly jolted back as he tried to grasp what was happening.
"EEEE!! Jeanteul!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?!" he shouted, pointing a finger at him, obviously freaked out.
"Come now, Hanamichi-sama. We will talk later," he said, refusing to answer his question.
Jeanteul, as he was called, proceeded inside with Hanamichi stumbling behind him.
"Matte yo! Jeanteul!" They passed by the living room, turning right for the kitchen.
"Oi, Jeante-" He stopped his rumbling when he saw the food on the table.
In front of him were mouth-watering treats of various savor, from creamy garlic noodles, roasted chicken and steaming lobster chowder to super salad and strawberry filled cake. His saliva glands became overexcited; the excess product spilling on the floor.
"Hungry, Hanamichi-sama?" Pulling a chair, Jeanteul smiled smugly.
He abruptly came back to his senses, glaring at the white haired man.
"No, I'm not hungry!!"
Contradicting just what he said, a loud thunder-like growl was promptly heard.
Jeanteul raised a brow. "Not hungry, eh?"
Succumbing to the inevitable and obvious, much to his pride's disappointment, he dragged his feet towards the table, cursing under his breath about the Tensai being surrounded by blackmailing, dumbass freaks and about his family hiring a new butler, better yet a young sexy governess or maid. He ate, er.. devoured rather, the whole marvelous meal, choking now and then but nothing the Tensai can't handle. Hehehe...
After that, he turned around to face the old man with his soup- smeared shirt, noodle-tangled hair (now, how did that got there?!), strawberry cream-filled mouth and -- hey, was that lettuce stuck between his teeth?
Hanamichi grinned maniacally.
(Yup. It was lettuce.)
All the while he was gagging himself with delicious food and nearly dying in the process, he was actually THINKING (*gasp*), or wondering for that matter -- because being Hanamichi and all, 'thinking' is too deep a word -- about the sudden appearance of Jeanteul.
***
It sure had been years since he last met him and it was when his parents were separated. His father took him away from her for reasons he did not know then. Not until Jeanteul came when his father died of stroke when he was 14 and told him everything... or so he thought it was everything.
He always knew that there was something wrong with his maternal side's family and having Jeanteul uncovering their secrets proved his theory correct.
Yea, he was shocked. Shocked as hell as he found the truth about his older sister's death. And why his father was hell bent on getting him out of his mother's family. It was only then that he realized how his father loved him. He remembered the bewildered look on his father's face whenever he mentions his mother, the way he would rage whenever he would voice out his desires to see her and go back there. He remembered the way they would fight over it.
Guilt gnawed at him whenever he recalls his father's agitated expression. Why hadn't he noticed the fear in his father's eyes whenever he raise his voice? Why was he such a fucking prick to him? Going as far as being a rebel, a delinquent? And how the fuck was he to know that acting like a belligerent bastard that he was would drive his father to his grave? Why was it that trouble always come whenever it's not needed?
He could have saved his father. Knowing that fact only served much pain to him, much agony that he sometimes wished himself dead instead of his father. What kept him going though were the last words of his otousan.
***
He finally found his way to the hospital, barely keeping his balance because of the bruises he had acquired from those sorry asses who cornered him. From then on he kept note to beat them into bloody pulp once they meet again. And he did have the chance, between now and then.
A neighbor took kind to bring his father to the hospital. He had never felt terrified in his entire life before. Not until then, when he was sitting uncomfortably near his father's deathbed, listening to his labored breathing.
/"Ha-Hanamichi...b-be strong.. Live if you must. J-Just don't give up.."/
For the second time, Hanamichi cried in grieve, knowing all too well that desolated feeling each time he loses his loved ones. He could have just crumble away in his misery but he didn't. He didn't want to disappoint his father. He wanted to atone for all the injustices that he had done towards his father. If all it takes is to live by his father's wishes, not more to himself but for those who are still living, then he will make his father proud. He is, after all, the Tensai. His heart and mind had been inured throughout his youth. He will not be shaken and he will live in exuberance as long as he feels that he is loved and needed by someone. Even from afar. And he knew all too well just who it is.
***
Deep sparkling blue eyes materialized before him while soft hands seemed to reach out to him. Hanamichi could not keep a smile from touching his lips at that certain apparition.
Back to the present situation, he stared almost suspiciously at the poised man waiting with unending patience and grace beside him.
He began to open his mouth, unsure of what to say. "Who--"
"You're mother sent me here," Jeanteul, knowing exactly what's on Hanamichi's mind, prompted.
Hanamichi gaped, memories of Jeantel's outstanding efficiency came full force.
" Ow.."
He paused.
"And wha--"
"She sent me here to see to it that you have moved safely to your new apartment." Again, the ever accurate butler prompted.
Sakuragi Hanamichi could only blink. Once. Twice. Thrice. And stared dumbly at Jeanteul. Obviously, the message had not yet registered in his mind.
The white haired man spoke once more. " The truck will arrive, " he stopped to look at his wrist watch, " after 15 minutes or so to pick up your things . We will leave for your new abode tonight, ASAP."
Jeanteul sighed inwardly. For all he know it will take Hanamichi for a while to acknowledge everything that's been going on. Make that a LONG while.... Ok, let's add another LONG there...
***
Approximately 11:30 pm, Sakuragi's residence was buzzing with strange uniformed men, running in and out of his house carrying boxes and loading them in a small truck parked in front of the apartment.
"No, no. The sofa won't be necessary. Leave the tables and chairs. As for the others, get them to the truck." Jeanteul's voice was the only thing heard other than the sound of furniture being moved. He shifted here and there, ordering, shouting and looking at this and that.
Every minute or so, he would take a quick glance over the kitchen where a certain red head do'aho sat motionless like a statue. It's been over an hour since Hanamichi had been sitting there blinking and blinking and blinking and blinking and --(AAARRRRGGGHH!!! Can somebody tape those fucking eyelids???!! It's driving me NUTSSS!!!! AAAAAAAA!!!!)-- blinking.
Jeanteul heaved another sigh, then looked pensively at his watch.
It's about time, he thought.
"10.. 9.. 8..," he whispered under his breath in tune with the second hand.
"4.. 3.. 2..."
Hanamichi's right brow twitched, the first sign of life, er... movement from the red head.
"...1!" he said aloud, immediately withdrawing his hands to his pocket.
As soon as Jeanteul announced the last number, a loud glass- shattering, ear-piercing, blood-curdling howl was heard, scaring the living shit out of a poor alley cat who jumped into a sewer upon hearing the scream, and nearly giving an old widow who live just upstairs a heart attack.
"WHAT???!!! JEANTEUL!!!!!" And Hanamichi was back, eyes wide as saucer as he stared shock at the pleasant faced white haired man.
"Well, Hanamichi-sama! Welcome ba--"
Just as Jeanteul was to finish his statement, an old stinking tattered boot flew into Hanamichi's window and had contact with the do'aho's head, knocking him senseless.
"Shut up, FREAK!! Some people are trying to get some sleep here, you moron!!" a far-off ragged voice shouted.
Looking at the swirling eyes of the also known as 'do'aho', Jeanteul wave his hand in surrender.
"Oww, nevermind..."
-_-; TBC
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(~_~;) * Jeanteul is pronouce as Shawn-tel. Major OOCs to come, though hopefully not. You've been warned. I'm still deciding about the pairings, or more important, should there be a pairing??? Damn... Why can't I write something about *shudder* love??? Much as I like it to be a RuHana fic, I still need some pretty darn coaxing.... so coax me... something, whatever... i beg you.... (;*_*)
Title : The Sakuragi Cousins
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CHAPTER 2 : The Visitor
"Okaeri nasai, Hanamichi-sama!"
A rather rustic voice greeted him. Hanamichi stood in shock at the old man in front of him.
"Ki-kimi wa.." was all he stuttered. (-_-; what ? no, teme? boy, was he kind....)
The old man chuckled cordially, his white hair swaying mildly to his involuntary movement.
"Don't say you have forgotten about me, Hanamichi-sama? It has been years since we last saw each other." The stranger absentmindedly smoothed his hands over the front of his black formal coat. He then stepped one foot back, gesturing a hand pointing inside Hanamichi's little domain.
"I have prepared a special meal for you. Please do come in immediately. I'm afraid the soup is getting cold." He beamed once again at Hanamichi who stared back befuddled.
At last he found his voice again, uttering his disbelief.
"Jeanteul?!"
The old man laughed at the mention of his name. He nodded his head and looked up at him with that same pleasant countenance.
"I don't think its healthy for you to stay beside the door. Please come in now and refresh yourself, Hanamichi-sama."
Drawn out from his reverie, he nearly jolted back as he tried to grasp what was happening.
"EEEE!! Jeanteul!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?!" he shouted, pointing a finger at him, obviously freaked out.
"Come now, Hanamichi-sama. We will talk later," he said, refusing to answer his question.
Jeanteul, as he was called, proceeded inside with Hanamichi stumbling behind him.
"Matte yo! Jeanteul!" They passed by the living room, turning right for the kitchen.
"Oi, Jeante-" He stopped his rumbling when he saw the food on the table.
In front of him were mouth-watering treats of various savor, from creamy garlic noodles, roasted chicken and steaming lobster chowder to super salad and strawberry filled cake. His saliva glands became overexcited; the excess product spilling on the floor.
"Hungry, Hanamichi-sama?" Pulling a chair, Jeanteul smiled smugly.
He abruptly came back to his senses, glaring at the white haired man.
"No, I'm not hungry!!"
Contradicting just what he said, a loud thunder-like growl was promptly heard.
Jeanteul raised a brow. "Not hungry, eh?"
Succumbing to the inevitable and obvious, much to his pride's disappointment, he dragged his feet towards the table, cursing under his breath about the Tensai being surrounded by blackmailing, dumbass freaks and about his family hiring a new butler, better yet a young sexy governess or maid. He ate, er.. devoured rather, the whole marvelous meal, choking now and then but nothing the Tensai can't handle. Hehehe...
After that, he turned around to face the old man with his soup- smeared shirt, noodle-tangled hair (now, how did that got there?!), strawberry cream-filled mouth and -- hey, was that lettuce stuck between his teeth?
Hanamichi grinned maniacally.
(Yup. It was lettuce.)
All the while he was gagging himself with delicious food and nearly dying in the process, he was actually THINKING (*gasp*), or wondering for that matter -- because being Hanamichi and all, 'thinking' is too deep a word -- about the sudden appearance of Jeanteul.
***
It sure had been years since he last met him and it was when his parents were separated. His father took him away from her for reasons he did not know then. Not until Jeanteul came when his father died of stroke when he was 14 and told him everything... or so he thought it was everything.
He always knew that there was something wrong with his maternal side's family and having Jeanteul uncovering their secrets proved his theory correct.
Yea, he was shocked. Shocked as hell as he found the truth about his older sister's death. And why his father was hell bent on getting him out of his mother's family. It was only then that he realized how his father loved him. He remembered the bewildered look on his father's face whenever he mentions his mother, the way he would rage whenever he would voice out his desires to see her and go back there. He remembered the way they would fight over it.
Guilt gnawed at him whenever he recalls his father's agitated expression. Why hadn't he noticed the fear in his father's eyes whenever he raise his voice? Why was he such a fucking prick to him? Going as far as being a rebel, a delinquent? And how the fuck was he to know that acting like a belligerent bastard that he was would drive his father to his grave? Why was it that trouble always come whenever it's not needed?
He could have saved his father. Knowing that fact only served much pain to him, much agony that he sometimes wished himself dead instead of his father. What kept him going though were the last words of his otousan.
***
He finally found his way to the hospital, barely keeping his balance because of the bruises he had acquired from those sorry asses who cornered him. From then on he kept note to beat them into bloody pulp once they meet again. And he did have the chance, between now and then.
A neighbor took kind to bring his father to the hospital. He had never felt terrified in his entire life before. Not until then, when he was sitting uncomfortably near his father's deathbed, listening to his labored breathing.
/"Ha-Hanamichi...b-be strong.. Live if you must. J-Just don't give up.."/
For the second time, Hanamichi cried in grieve, knowing all too well that desolated feeling each time he loses his loved ones. He could have just crumble away in his misery but he didn't. He didn't want to disappoint his father. He wanted to atone for all the injustices that he had done towards his father. If all it takes is to live by his father's wishes, not more to himself but for those who are still living, then he will make his father proud. He is, after all, the Tensai. His heart and mind had been inured throughout his youth. He will not be shaken and he will live in exuberance as long as he feels that he is loved and needed by someone. Even from afar. And he knew all too well just who it is.
***
Deep sparkling blue eyes materialized before him while soft hands seemed to reach out to him. Hanamichi could not keep a smile from touching his lips at that certain apparition.
Back to the present situation, he stared almost suspiciously at the poised man waiting with unending patience and grace beside him.
He began to open his mouth, unsure of what to say. "Who--"
"You're mother sent me here," Jeanteul, knowing exactly what's on Hanamichi's mind, prompted.
Hanamichi gaped, memories of Jeantel's outstanding efficiency came full force.
" Ow.."
He paused.
"And wha--"
"She sent me here to see to it that you have moved safely to your new apartment." Again, the ever accurate butler prompted.
Sakuragi Hanamichi could only blink. Once. Twice. Thrice. And stared dumbly at Jeanteul. Obviously, the message had not yet registered in his mind.
The white haired man spoke once more. " The truck will arrive, " he stopped to look at his wrist watch, " after 15 minutes or so to pick up your things . We will leave for your new abode tonight, ASAP."
Jeanteul sighed inwardly. For all he know it will take Hanamichi for a while to acknowledge everything that's been going on. Make that a LONG while.... Ok, let's add another LONG there...
***
Approximately 11:30 pm, Sakuragi's residence was buzzing with strange uniformed men, running in and out of his house carrying boxes and loading them in a small truck parked in front of the apartment.
"No, no. The sofa won't be necessary. Leave the tables and chairs. As for the others, get them to the truck." Jeanteul's voice was the only thing heard other than the sound of furniture being moved. He shifted here and there, ordering, shouting and looking at this and that.
Every minute or so, he would take a quick glance over the kitchen where a certain red head do'aho sat motionless like a statue. It's been over an hour since Hanamichi had been sitting there blinking and blinking and blinking and blinking and --(AAARRRRGGGHH!!! Can somebody tape those fucking eyelids???!! It's driving me NUTSSS!!!! AAAAAAAA!!!!)-- blinking.
Jeanteul heaved another sigh, then looked pensively at his watch.
It's about time, he thought.
"10.. 9.. 8..," he whispered under his breath in tune with the second hand.
"4.. 3.. 2..."
Hanamichi's right brow twitched, the first sign of life, er... movement from the red head.
"...1!" he said aloud, immediately withdrawing his hands to his pocket.
As soon as Jeanteul announced the last number, a loud glass- shattering, ear-piercing, blood-curdling howl was heard, scaring the living shit out of a poor alley cat who jumped into a sewer upon hearing the scream, and nearly giving an old widow who live just upstairs a heart attack.
"WHAT???!!! JEANTEUL!!!!!" And Hanamichi was back, eyes wide as saucer as he stared shock at the pleasant faced white haired man.
"Well, Hanamichi-sama! Welcome ba--"
Just as Jeanteul was to finish his statement, an old stinking tattered boot flew into Hanamichi's window and had contact with the do'aho's head, knocking him senseless.
"Shut up, FREAK!! Some people are trying to get some sleep here, you moron!!" a far-off ragged voice shouted.
Looking at the swirling eyes of the also known as 'do'aho', Jeanteul wave his hand in surrender.
"Oww, nevermind..."
-_-; TBC
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(~_~;) * Jeanteul is pronouce as Shawn-tel. Major OOCs to come, though hopefully not. You've been warned. I'm still deciding about the pairings, or more important, should there be a pairing??? Damn... Why can't I write something about *shudder* love??? Much as I like it to be a RuHana fic, I still need some pretty darn coaxing.... so coax me... something, whatever... i beg you.... (;*_*)