Lightning-Dono: It's summer vacation, so I can spend a lot of time writing this fanfic! I'm really getting into it! I don't know what the Genre should be. If you don't mind, review and tell me what you think it should be? I want to know what the secondary genre should be. Romance seems like a good start, but which other? Drama?
(In this fic, Rick doesn't have that atrocious mustache that you see in the game when he get's mad, thank goodness.)
Also, I'm sorry for not updating in a while! I've been having Writer's Block...For this one fanfic. This chapter is generally about Rick getting to know his father better. And probably why Rick doesn't have very many friends. (Everyone seems a bit short-tempered now. xD)
BY THE WAY...Can someone tell me what his father's name is? I don't know...
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I nearly fainted.
"Dad? Is that really you?" I had to take look at him carefully to process the fact that he actually was my dad. He still had the light brown-dark blonde hair that he used to, except he hadn't shaved in quite a while.
"It's been a while, son," he said gruffly, tousling my hair with a large hand. I smiled. When he had left, I had thought him to be a skinny man, clean-shaved, and determined. Now he still had that determined look, but he was quite muscular, tall, and looked like he had been attempting to grow as much facial hair as possible. He had dark brown eyes that looked a lot like those of a young child who was opening it's eyes for the first time to take a look at the world around it. His face was sharp and his eyebrows were thick.
"I'm so glad you're back," I mumbled into his shoulder.
"Yeh, but I'd better get you in so I can get a good look at you." He laughed and led me inside as though I were a visitor that hadn't been there for years.
"I see you're grown your hair longer. How long has it been since your last haircut?" He glanced over at his wife and grinned. Mom smiled back, stirring something that looked like contaminated broth. "Ah, and you got glasses." He nodded wisely and laughed. I couldn't exactly see what was so funny about getting glasses, but instead of making the situation awkward, I laughed along with him.
"So, how'd you get here?" I asked, turning the subject around.
"Popuri brought me here."
I blinked, waiting for the shock to spread over me. It didn't. Maybe I was becoming prone to that type of thing?
"She...did?"
"Yeah." He waved his hand towards the stairs carelessly. "She went on a boat to the mainland and found me. I must say, it was truly amazing. She's grown up so much." He smiled contagiously. Every single gesture he made that expressed his feelings of joy made me want to keep smiling. Personally, the sides of my mouth were starting to hurt. But it was like a disease--I couldn't stop.
"Wow...Popuri...I thought she had run off with Kai."
My father looked down at me in blatant concern.
"Kai?"
"Oh, he's...er...her boyfriend."
He laughed again. That loud, explosive, infectious laugh.
"She is quite an attractive young girl. I'm not surprised." His voice was loud enough to attract tigers from hundreds of miles away.
I had never heard him talk like that before.
Popuri rushed down the stairs, suspecting that he must've been talking about her.
"Dad, what you saying?" She asked, her head cocked to one side in suspicion.
"Oh, nothing!" He replied cheerfully, striding up to his wife.
She smiled at him as she sipped the now milky-looking liquid. It was as though the water had been clouded with flower petals.
"How is it, darling?"
She held her throat lightly and swallowed.
"It's not the best tasting medicine, but as long as it restores me to good health, I think it's the best in the world." With that, she set down the cup, walked over to her husband awkwardly and threw her arms around him.
Popouri glanced at me and we exchanged sheepish grins. I guess I was wrong about her running off with Kai. I supposed she didn't hate me after all.
Especially after that episode with Kai and I arguing at the beach and all...I felt slightly guilty after that and had been fearing the worse.
That afternoon, I wandered over to Jack's house, having nothing else to do. I was surprised to see that his house had somehow gotten larger and the windows were covered by duct tape.
I knocked on his door several times.
"Heyah, Rick!" Jack grinned as he escorted me inside the house, shoving his dog, Kirk, aside. I stepped inside cautiously and leaned down to pet Kirk. Why Jack had decided to name his dog Kirk, no one knew, but I supposed it was best not to ask. Jack's intentions on this island were unknown as he never told anyone. It was like he had sworn to secrecy on that very subject.
"Hey, Jack. How's farming going?"
Jack shrugged.
"It's okay. The profits are pouring in, though. Zach and I are best friends already!" He ushered me towards one of the open windows and indicated the turnips that were growing aimlessly over the field. The chickens were running free and 2 cows and a horse were grazing contentedly on a very adundant ammount of grass growing on the bottom half of the field.
"Impressive," I said, observing the animals with amazement.
"Very. I owe this all to Ann--she was the one who showed me how to keep the animals happy."
Jack leaned against the wall and watched my expression. I nodded in approval and turned away from the window.
"By the way...Have you planned on marrying Ann at any time yet?"
Jack proceeded to pulling out an apple from the refridgerator.
"Oh, she's still warming up to me, actually. I've gotten to the point that her dad knows that I like her. It's so thrilling!" He munched on the apple noisily and I cringed.
"Ann won't like it if you do that," I hinted, grinning.
"She doesn't care about a thing I do. She's a tomboy, remember? Hung around boys most her life. It won't harm her to hear this sound. Heck, she probably doesn't mind."
My thoughts started to wander towards Karen.
"Jack, I need your help on something."
"On what?"
That was when I heard a very high-pitched giggle from outside. I whipped around and stuck my head out the window. No one.
"That's funny. I could've sworn I heard a girl giggle out there...Anyways, do you know how I can get Karen to stop being-,"
That strange giggle again.
"Girls nowadays," I growled, sticking my head out the window once more. I spotted a red-headed girl riding on top of Leih, one of Jack's cows.
"Hey, Ann!"
Jack went running out to greet her.
"Oh, hi, Jack."
Jack suddenly grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down.
"Jack! No! What are you doing?" The young girl screamed. I stood there, frozen in horror as I watched him pull her down and pull her face towards his. I could tell that Ann was absolutely terrified.
"Come on, Ann...You know you want to."
"JACK! Please don't!" She was trying to push him away by the shoulders, but his strength was overwhelming.
I sped out and grabbed Jack roughly by the legs, sending him sliding down onto stomach.
"Rick! What the heck (A/N: The actual word was censored) was that for!?"
"What do you think? Couldn't you tell that she didn't want to do whatever you wanted her to?"
"She's my girlfriend? Don't couples usually do that?"
I gave him a confused look.
"Well, not forcefully!"
"Maybe Ann doesn't want to do it infront of you! Who needs a dorky on-looker watching people kiss? You get off my property. NOW!" He made a violent motion with his hand towards me.
"Jack, what you're doing isn't right!" I glanced over to find that Ann was nervously stroking the cow with one hand and the other hand over her mouth.
"GET OUT! OUT!" I shrieked, tackling me.
"Jack!" I tried to get up from beneath him. Apparently, he had gained some pounds since the last time we had rough-housed. But this was a more barbarous fight. Not some foolish, childhood fight over an apple or envy of one's toy. How would Jack's parents react to his violating behavior? That is, if I could ever get in contact with them.
"What I do is none of your frickin' business. I don't care what you think of me anymore."
He sounded like Karen. Those words stung like invisible arrows that had just been shot through my chest.
"You can't-,"
"I can do anything I want to! And if you know what's good for you and have the intellectual ability of your age and not your shoe size, get up and get off my property!"
"I'd love to if only you'd let me up!" I snapped. He let go of me like a tiger who was surrendering a piece of meat to another animal that was superior. "Thank you," I said shortly and walked out of the gate. "And if I ever catch you doing that to Ann again, you'll be sorry!"
"Well, you won't be!" He snarled at me from behind the gate.
As I left the area, I started running.
(In this fic, Rick doesn't have that atrocious mustache that you see in the game when he get's mad, thank goodness.)
Also, I'm sorry for not updating in a while! I've been having Writer's Block...For this one fanfic. This chapter is generally about Rick getting to know his father better. And probably why Rick doesn't have very many friends. (Everyone seems a bit short-tempered now. xD)
BY THE WAY...Can someone tell me what his father's name is? I don't know...
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I nearly fainted.
"Dad? Is that really you?" I had to take look at him carefully to process the fact that he actually was my dad. He still had the light brown-dark blonde hair that he used to, except he hadn't shaved in quite a while.
"It's been a while, son," he said gruffly, tousling my hair with a large hand. I smiled. When he had left, I had thought him to be a skinny man, clean-shaved, and determined. Now he still had that determined look, but he was quite muscular, tall, and looked like he had been attempting to grow as much facial hair as possible. He had dark brown eyes that looked a lot like those of a young child who was opening it's eyes for the first time to take a look at the world around it. His face was sharp and his eyebrows were thick.
"I'm so glad you're back," I mumbled into his shoulder.
"Yeh, but I'd better get you in so I can get a good look at you." He laughed and led me inside as though I were a visitor that hadn't been there for years.
"I see you're grown your hair longer. How long has it been since your last haircut?" He glanced over at his wife and grinned. Mom smiled back, stirring something that looked like contaminated broth. "Ah, and you got glasses." He nodded wisely and laughed. I couldn't exactly see what was so funny about getting glasses, but instead of making the situation awkward, I laughed along with him.
"So, how'd you get here?" I asked, turning the subject around.
"Popuri brought me here."
I blinked, waiting for the shock to spread over me. It didn't. Maybe I was becoming prone to that type of thing?
"She...did?"
"Yeah." He waved his hand towards the stairs carelessly. "She went on a boat to the mainland and found me. I must say, it was truly amazing. She's grown up so much." He smiled contagiously. Every single gesture he made that expressed his feelings of joy made me want to keep smiling. Personally, the sides of my mouth were starting to hurt. But it was like a disease--I couldn't stop.
"Wow...Popuri...I thought she had run off with Kai."
My father looked down at me in blatant concern.
"Kai?"
"Oh, he's...er...her boyfriend."
He laughed again. That loud, explosive, infectious laugh.
"She is quite an attractive young girl. I'm not surprised." His voice was loud enough to attract tigers from hundreds of miles away.
I had never heard him talk like that before.
Popuri rushed down the stairs, suspecting that he must've been talking about her.
"Dad, what you saying?" She asked, her head cocked to one side in suspicion.
"Oh, nothing!" He replied cheerfully, striding up to his wife.
She smiled at him as she sipped the now milky-looking liquid. It was as though the water had been clouded with flower petals.
"How is it, darling?"
She held her throat lightly and swallowed.
"It's not the best tasting medicine, but as long as it restores me to good health, I think it's the best in the world." With that, she set down the cup, walked over to her husband awkwardly and threw her arms around him.
Popouri glanced at me and we exchanged sheepish grins. I guess I was wrong about her running off with Kai. I supposed she didn't hate me after all.
Especially after that episode with Kai and I arguing at the beach and all...I felt slightly guilty after that and had been fearing the worse.
That afternoon, I wandered over to Jack's house, having nothing else to do. I was surprised to see that his house had somehow gotten larger and the windows were covered by duct tape.
I knocked on his door several times.
"Heyah, Rick!" Jack grinned as he escorted me inside the house, shoving his dog, Kirk, aside. I stepped inside cautiously and leaned down to pet Kirk. Why Jack had decided to name his dog Kirk, no one knew, but I supposed it was best not to ask. Jack's intentions on this island were unknown as he never told anyone. It was like he had sworn to secrecy on that very subject.
"Hey, Jack. How's farming going?"
Jack shrugged.
"It's okay. The profits are pouring in, though. Zach and I are best friends already!" He ushered me towards one of the open windows and indicated the turnips that were growing aimlessly over the field. The chickens were running free and 2 cows and a horse were grazing contentedly on a very adundant ammount of grass growing on the bottom half of the field.
"Impressive," I said, observing the animals with amazement.
"Very. I owe this all to Ann--she was the one who showed me how to keep the animals happy."
Jack leaned against the wall and watched my expression. I nodded in approval and turned away from the window.
"By the way...Have you planned on marrying Ann at any time yet?"
Jack proceeded to pulling out an apple from the refridgerator.
"Oh, she's still warming up to me, actually. I've gotten to the point that her dad knows that I like her. It's so thrilling!" He munched on the apple noisily and I cringed.
"Ann won't like it if you do that," I hinted, grinning.
"She doesn't care about a thing I do. She's a tomboy, remember? Hung around boys most her life. It won't harm her to hear this sound. Heck, she probably doesn't mind."
My thoughts started to wander towards Karen.
"Jack, I need your help on something."
"On what?"
That was when I heard a very high-pitched giggle from outside. I whipped around and stuck my head out the window. No one.
"That's funny. I could've sworn I heard a girl giggle out there...Anyways, do you know how I can get Karen to stop being-,"
That strange giggle again.
"Girls nowadays," I growled, sticking my head out the window once more. I spotted a red-headed girl riding on top of Leih, one of Jack's cows.
"Hey, Ann!"
Jack went running out to greet her.
"Oh, hi, Jack."
Jack suddenly grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down.
"Jack! No! What are you doing?" The young girl screamed. I stood there, frozen in horror as I watched him pull her down and pull her face towards his. I could tell that Ann was absolutely terrified.
"Come on, Ann...You know you want to."
"JACK! Please don't!" She was trying to push him away by the shoulders, but his strength was overwhelming.
I sped out and grabbed Jack roughly by the legs, sending him sliding down onto stomach.
"Rick! What the heck (A/N: The actual word was censored) was that for!?"
"What do you think? Couldn't you tell that she didn't want to do whatever you wanted her to?"
"She's my girlfriend? Don't couples usually do that?"
I gave him a confused look.
"Well, not forcefully!"
"Maybe Ann doesn't want to do it infront of you! Who needs a dorky on-looker watching people kiss? You get off my property. NOW!" He made a violent motion with his hand towards me.
"Jack, what you're doing isn't right!" I glanced over to find that Ann was nervously stroking the cow with one hand and the other hand over her mouth.
"GET OUT! OUT!" I shrieked, tackling me.
"Jack!" I tried to get up from beneath him. Apparently, he had gained some pounds since the last time we had rough-housed. But this was a more barbarous fight. Not some foolish, childhood fight over an apple or envy of one's toy. How would Jack's parents react to his violating behavior? That is, if I could ever get in contact with them.
"What I do is none of your frickin' business. I don't care what you think of me anymore."
He sounded like Karen. Those words stung like invisible arrows that had just been shot through my chest.
"You can't-,"
"I can do anything I want to! And if you know what's good for you and have the intellectual ability of your age and not your shoe size, get up and get off my property!"
"I'd love to if only you'd let me up!" I snapped. He let go of me like a tiger who was surrendering a piece of meat to another animal that was superior. "Thank you," I said shortly and walked out of the gate. "And if I ever catch you doing that to Ann again, you'll be sorry!"
"Well, you won't be!" He snarled at me from behind the gate.
As I left the area, I started running.