Tranquillity for poor Ryu… not a chance. Not while I'm around! *Evil grin* Uselesspawn… LMAO! Ryu sure is a pimp… but he's my pimp. (Could that evil grin get any bigger? It just did…) Anyway… the updates are partially because I've written a lot of this story because my official proof-reader is one of my school friends. Therefore, she can hit me if I don't write. And she hits hard, so I write. (And hit her back, but… meh).
Also, partially to compensate for the lack of updates on other stories (namely Soar on my Wings, Crimson Heart, etc).
BerettaMan, I agree fully. Ayane/Ken is just GROSS! Eww, eww, eww… yuck… *sniff* No, Ayane, you turd! Go for Ken's SON! Ya!
And now, to the quote of the day: Something Hayate really should say…
Hayate: *Glancing over at Ryu's BIG Ninja Gaiden sword* Do you think maybe he's compensating for something? *Snigger*
Sorry. Here's the next chapter! ^^
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He had heard signs of a commotion walking home, spoiling the serene quietness that he had been hoping for.
"Don't ever call yourself my father, you piece of trash!" a girls' voice screamed loudly. "Do it again and you'll be getting much worse then injured balls! Do it again and I'll goddamn cut them bloody off!"
That voice sounds familiar. It couldn't be… Ayane?
He burst through the clearing to where his father was standing. "What did you do?" he exclaimed furiously. "What did you do?"
"What's it to you?" Raidou hissed. He glanced down, not having noticed Raidou earlier. He was on the ground, seemingly in pain. Judging from what she was saying earlier, and judging from Raidou himself… oh. That's what she did. Figures.
Even his father glaring daggers at him wasn't enough to make him back down. "Where did she go? What did you do to her?"
"She found out I was her father. Big deal. She should be happy!" Raidou groaned. Yes, that was what she did. It's obvious now.
"Who would be happy finding out that you were their father?" he snapped back, temporarily forgetting his place, what with the argument of sorts with Rachel earlier, even the fight itself in the township, he had a pounding headache.
A sharp blow across the face from his father reminded him. And it didn't do much for his head, either.
"Shut your stupid mouth and remember what you are in the scheme of things," his father hissed, hitting him again for good measure. "Now scram, before I hit you again,"
"With pleasure," he muttered, going before he could be hit again.
Where could she have gone? Ayane? What happened?
It was only then that he noticed a limp body lying motionless on the grass.
Ayane?!
He was over there in an instant, gently moving her prone form to underneath a tree, in the shade. She didn't look injured.
Oh, Ayane. What happened? You found out that Raidou was your real father… that must be a most unpleasant shock. So that means… I did wonder. Is that why you're so jealous of Kasumi? Because she has what you can never remedy, a proper blood tie to Hayate? She's his sister, and you're just a half?
Just a bastard child? Is that what you're worrying about?
He put a hand gently over his eye, feeling it swell slightly underneath his fingertips.
You're so much better then Raidou could ever be. Blood lines don't make a person.
It makes everything make more sense, too… why you don't want anyone to read you too much. Just in case they find out. About you. But don't you understand that nobody will really care? Well, perhaps Helena. But nobody else will. Nobody else did…
I don't blame you for being angry… but it doesn't matter, Ayane. It doesn't make you a bad person… what am I thinking? Why would you believe me? The first thing you'll probably say when you wake up is 'What the hell are you doing here, dickhead?' or something like that. Perhaps I'm just wasting my time…
He brushed her hair out of her eyes, a soft sigh escaping from his lips as he turned to face the sky. I'll stay, at least until you regain consciousness. I would feel guilty if I didn't do at least that. And I've been called worse things then a dickhead. I'll live.
Even still, as eyes flickered open to stare up at him, he had to wonder if what he was doing was the right thing…
"Arsehole," she muttered softly. "What are you doing here?"
Close enough.
"I found you lying in the gutter, so I brought you here. I apologise if you had picked there for a suitable napping spot…"
"Don't be an idiot," Her voice was stern and stopped him immediately. "You heard everything, didn't you? You heard what we said,"
Her eyes were suddenly filled with such angst. It made him want to comfort her, but he stopped mid-thought. No. She would never accept comfort from me. What am I thinking?
"No, I didn't hear everything. But I heard enough,"
She immediately pulled away from him, but he grabbed her arm before she could.
"Wait, Ayane, please,"
He wasn't expecting her to grab onto his injured arm tightly, digging her fingernails into the already battered flesh. He flinched, but gripped her arm tighter, enough to make her cry out aloud, trying to pull away from his iron grasp.
"Sit down and stop being so obstinate for a moment. I want to talk to you, and you're not going anywhere until I do,"
"Let go of me and I will," she retorted, trying unsuccessfully to pull away.
"If I have to chase you, I will," he warned. She glared darkly at him, but sat down. He let go of her arm, hoping that she would follow suit, which, after a few moments, she did.
"Okay, hurry up then. But be warned, one mention of this to anybody else and you will be kicked from here to next year. Got it?"
Does she really think so badly of me that she has to say that? "Of course. Now be quiet and let me speak to you,"
To his surprise, she didn't say anything.
"People don't care so much anymore about your lineage, Ayane. You couldn't control the circumstances surrounding your birth, so don't blame yourself for it,"
"How do you know so much?" she exclaimed, startling him. "Not only do you know how I feel, you say it perfectly? What is it with you?"
He massaged his temples gently. "A good guess, I suppose. But blaming yourself about your parents' bad decisions does nothing except make you feel guilty. That is one thing I know without having to guess at,"
"Bull shit," she retorted, but the statement was tired, lacking her usual attitude. "How would you know? You have it easy. You go to a snobby rich school where money and smarts are everything, and you seem to be fine in both of those categories, which means you can sail through. Just because I went to a public school, everyone seems to automatically think that I carry some sort of disease wherever I go, not to mention that I was born out of wedlock which means that there's no chance of me ever being… like… Kasumi," she finished lamely.
"Kasumi has her faults too, understand," he chided gently. "Just today she was nearly arrested by the police for beating up some guys to a pulp,"
"You're kidding," Ayane's eyes widened. "What a dickhead," Her expression faded to melancholy once more. "She's so bloody perfect... why the hell am I telling you this, anyway? Not only do you not care, you're going to rub it in when I least expect it,"
He didn't say anything for a moment, while he carefully thought of how he could say what he wanted to without upsetting the currently volatile Ayane. "Do you really think so lowly of me as to do that to you, Ayane?" he asked finally.
She shrugged. "I don't know. I don't know anything with you. You're impossible to tell either way. I hate it,"
He remained silent, lost in thought. You could never tell. She always hides everything behind her brash exterior, so you could never tell that she feels like that. She veils it so well. But why didn't she talk to somebody she trusted? Like Hayate? Or a friend from her old school? Pride? Or simply something else? I don't understand…
"If it makes you feel any better, I can't tell with you, either. You're hard for me to read,"
"Probably because I'm not in Scandinavian," she muttered. He smiled at the recollection, recalling the burning butt behind the tree, and a tuft of short hair.
"That's right. You were behind the tree,"
"You expect me to trust you when you know everything, sometimes before I do?!" she exploded. He shook his head, standing up in a swift motion.
"No, I don't expect you to do anything. I simply wanted to speak with you and hope that you would listen to me. Anyway, thankyou for doing so. I might see you on Monday,"
"Wait,"
The word made him turn around, turn to face her as she stood up, short hair moving in the breeze as she folded her arms across her chest.
"Thanks,"
He turned back away from her, smiling.
"It was no problem,"
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