Misinterpretations II
By Natsue Arishima
"Seymour! Stop resisting me! You're making this more painful than it has to be..."
The little blue-haired boy looked up at his father, trying to hide the expression in his face and failing miserably. He gritted his teeth and forced a nod, pushing himself forward with all of his strength and trying to move in time with his father. His father... No matter what the consequences were, he wanted to please his father.
His newfound determination wore out quickly however, and his body went limp, silky hair hiding his eyes and tears. He quickly regretted it though when his father continued to push.
"Seymour!" the man growled again, warningly, and the boy weakly gathered up his remaining strength and pushed.
Sweat was pouring down his face and arms, turning his robes into a dark shade of red. Ignoring his protesting limbs, the boy leaned into it again.
"A bit... no... other side..." his father muttered, shifting his weight and closing his eyes in the effort.
Seymour suddenly yelped. Pain as he had never experienced before washed over him. "You hurt..." He looked at his father, eyes glistening.
His father gritted his teeth, preparing for another push. "Get used to it. It'll be over soon."
Whimpering, the boy readied himself again, pushing. He knew that he probably was doing this wrong, but hey! He was still a kid. And besides, it was uncomfortable enough with him pinned to the wall...
His eyes shot open and he almost stumbled backwards. "You... hit it... again..."
The older man ignored him this time, attempting to find a more comfortable position. He was on the verge of his breaking point, he knew. Just a little more...
"A little harder... Almost... right... There!" he yelled, and gave a final push before backing away, exhausted. Seymour followed suit, panting heavily.
"See? That wasn't too bad, was it? Besides, there's always a first. You'll have to do this much more later on in life, too." His father struggled to get onto his feet.
The boy nodded wearily, pain still clouding his mind.
"And Seymour?" His father turned after examining his work with a satisfied smile.
The boy looked up.
"Next time when you decide to move some furniture, try to get your foot out of the way. There's no telling where the table'll be going."
Seymour nodded before collapsing onto his back, clutching his throbbing foot.
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A/N: Ne... don't tell me you fell for it a second time! lol. I tried to make it more obvious... but it didn't turn out as fun as I thought it would have been. Ah well. ^^ And I always thought of Seymour as the kind of kid who'll always obey his father, so yeah. But anyhoo, if I get another miraculous inspiration, I just might add another chapter. Just depends on what you guys think! But anyhoo, please R&R!
--Natsue Arishima
By Natsue Arishima
"Seymour! Stop resisting me! You're making this more painful than it has to be..."
The little blue-haired boy looked up at his father, trying to hide the expression in his face and failing miserably. He gritted his teeth and forced a nod, pushing himself forward with all of his strength and trying to move in time with his father. His father... No matter what the consequences were, he wanted to please his father.
His newfound determination wore out quickly however, and his body went limp, silky hair hiding his eyes and tears. He quickly regretted it though when his father continued to push.
"Seymour!" the man growled again, warningly, and the boy weakly gathered up his remaining strength and pushed.
Sweat was pouring down his face and arms, turning his robes into a dark shade of red. Ignoring his protesting limbs, the boy leaned into it again.
"A bit... no... other side..." his father muttered, shifting his weight and closing his eyes in the effort.
Seymour suddenly yelped. Pain as he had never experienced before washed over him. "You hurt..." He looked at his father, eyes glistening.
His father gritted his teeth, preparing for another push. "Get used to it. It'll be over soon."
Whimpering, the boy readied himself again, pushing. He knew that he probably was doing this wrong, but hey! He was still a kid. And besides, it was uncomfortable enough with him pinned to the wall...
His eyes shot open and he almost stumbled backwards. "You... hit it... again..."
The older man ignored him this time, attempting to find a more comfortable position. He was on the verge of his breaking point, he knew. Just a little more...
"A little harder... Almost... right... There!" he yelled, and gave a final push before backing away, exhausted. Seymour followed suit, panting heavily.
"See? That wasn't too bad, was it? Besides, there's always a first. You'll have to do this much more later on in life, too." His father struggled to get onto his feet.
The boy nodded wearily, pain still clouding his mind.
"And Seymour?" His father turned after examining his work with a satisfied smile.
The boy looked up.
"Next time when you decide to move some furniture, try to get your foot out of the way. There's no telling where the table'll be going."
Seymour nodded before collapsing onto his back, clutching his throbbing foot.
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A/N: Ne... don't tell me you fell for it a second time! lol. I tried to make it more obvious... but it didn't turn out as fun as I thought it would have been. Ah well. ^^ And I always thought of Seymour as the kind of kid who'll always obey his father, so yeah. But anyhoo, if I get another miraculous inspiration, I just might add another chapter. Just depends on what you guys think! But anyhoo, please R&R!
--Natsue Arishima