Yay! My 2nd update of the break!!! Two more to go and I would reach my goal!!!
Okay some semi-angsty Hanschen up in this place! At least you'll know a little bit about his past-ish? Pretty normal daddy dysfunction.
Disclaimer: I don't own Spring Awakening…grr.
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Consume My Mind, Chapter Six – The Mirror-Blue Night
"Do pay attention, dear." Hanschen's mother stared at him, her condescending look full of strict authority. He looked directly at her, taking his attention away from the window; the beautiful fall scenery escaping his view.
"As I was saying," she began again, sipping her tea, "Would you at least consider Andrea? Or maybe even Mary?"
"No, mother." Hanschen once again focused his attention on the multi-colored leaves out the window.
"Oh, mein Sohn! You are almost 30!" Hanschen rolled his eyes. Not even close. Here it goes. "How are you going to find someone suitable? You're not getting any younger! I married your father when I was already 22!"
"I am perfectly capable of finding someone for myself, mother. I promise you I will. Is that all? If so, I would like to excuse myself."
"Actually, there is more. Your father wanted to speak to you. He will be coming shortly." His mother finished her tea and set the cup down gently. Without a smile or a look back, she got up to leave.
Hanschen sat at the window, looking out into its beautiful scenery. This reminded him of his youth, filled with many days of lounging and dreaming and feeling like he was constantly waiting. But no matter how long he would wait, nothing would ever come. What was he waiting for? Who was he waiting for?
Hanschen hated visiting his family's Mansion. It was because of this that he always tried to keep his visits very short. It was just all so fake to him. The ostentatious display of wealth, the words, the family. Everything was a farce to make the Rilows seems richer than they were; better than they were. The Mansion itself was like a giant cage to him and the only good thing about the property was the landscaping outside. The Mansion was out in the suburbs and it had a lot of acreage to cover. There were pools, trees, various flowers, botanical gardens, fountains, and even a maze in the backyard – all surrounded by a heavily protected fence. It was all very beautiful, but no matter how beautiful everything might seem – Hanschen knew the ugliness that lay beneath the surface.
The minute his senior year of high school ended and he graduated, Hanschen moved out immediately, leaving for his University of choice and majored in Business, Math, and Teaching. He hoped never to come back to the family Mansion, but Hanschen soon learned that the game wasn't played like that. He needed what he hated most about his family: money. So Hanschen found himself returning to his childhood home more often than he previously expected.
Every time he was here, memories of his childhood and teenage years flooded into his mind. 'Back straight,' he would say. 'You must look like perfection every time,' he would command. 'You must learn to feel less. Or feel nothing, lest you show weakness,' he would instill into Hanschen's mind. His father trained him to be a bastard; and in this house, Hanschen acted like he never forgot those lessons.
'Speak of the goddamn devil,' Hanschen thought as he heard the click of the door. He stood quickly, tall and strong against the soft pastel colors of the waiting room. His father walked in quickly. He always seemed so impatient.
It had been a while since Hanschen last saw his father. 'He doesn't look a day different.' His blonde hair was brushed perfectly, the hint of his grey hairs adding a bit of sophistication. His face was dark, matching perfectly with his black suit.
"Sit," his father commanded and Hanschen did so without a word. He walked over to a tray of glasses and bottle of bourbon, pouring himself a generous amount. Although Hanschen was obviously old enough to drink, there was no offer for him. After taking a large sip, his father looked at him squarely. "When will you quit that good-for-nothing job? If you'd call it a job."
"I will not quit, father."
"Goddamn it, Hanschen!" His father yelled, throwing his drink across the room, the delicate glass crashing against the wall loudly. He stalked up to his son very suddenly; inches away from his face and eyes flaring a challenge. Hanschen did not move, did not flinch. "Do not call me that!"
"Yes, Herr Rilow."
His father moved away and poured himself another drink. "We are not American, no matter how you may wish to be. We are German, do not ever forget. I will not allow that kind of disrespect. Verstehen sie?" his father spoke in perfect German.
"Ja, Herr Rilow."
"Gut, mein Sohn. Now about your job…"
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Hanschen closed the door behind him and sighed in relief. He grabbed the keys from his pockets and jumped inside his car. The night had already approached and Hanschen left the Mansion in quick haste. The moon was bright and reflective against the blue sky. He wound his way through the roads that led to the highway and when he finally saw the lights of Chicago, he started to relax a bit more.
Arriving at his own home, he quickly went inside and changed his attire. Always in the presence of his family, he wore suits. Now he was clad in dark jeans and a crimson dress shirt. Tonight was the night of his friend's show and Hanschen wanted nothing more than to escape the caged feeling he got when visiting the Mansion.
He left his house and chose to walk the short distance from his home to the venue, a club called Chicago Lights. It gave him an incentive to clear his head. When he arrived, the bouncer checked off his name on a list and Hanschen was in.
Inside the venue were two large bars, each with at least three bartenders. The floor space was huge and packed with people. The stage was empty, which meant none of the bands had performed yet. 'I'm not too late…' Hanschen thought absently.
He headed towards one of the bars and asked for bourbon on the rocks. His father loved it; he himself despised it. Why did Hanschen drink it?
"Bastard didn't even offer me any…" Hanschen mumbled.
After he received his drink, Hanschen looked around the venue. There were a lot of people there, dancing to the pre-show music. Booths were scattered around the venue randomly. They were meant for privacy.
"Oh…what do we have here?" Hanschen whispered to himself, smiling. He spoke some hushed words to the bartender and she smiled and nodded her head.
She made a fruity version of the mojito and placed it on an attractive tray. Taking it and balancing it on her palm, she left the bar area and slowly wandered towards one of the booths.
After she left, Hanschen looked back to where she was previously standing and he once again, for the millionth time this week, found himself lost within those curious grey, grey eyes.
Ernst Robel mouthed his name vaguely and Hanschen left the bar, walking towards his booth.
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Okayy. Good chapter? There's a 2nd part!!! Ohhh. Exciting! What will happen during this mirror blue night!? Haha!
There was a lot of descriptions in this chapter….sorry :( If I didn't set it all up, I would have to in the future…might as well do it now.
Aghhh! Herr Rilow is a scary fucker LOL! Hope everyone likes my characterization of him?
As always, review my dear lovers! 3
OH. MY. GOD. LOL.
P.S. I was writing some shameless Hernst smut today because I realized there wasn't enough of it in the world. It's really just….way too descriptive lol. I can't post it to , but I was thinking of putting it up on my (seldom updated) Livejournal :D If you want me to post it, say sp in your review and I will get it done!!