Seventh Night: Intoxicate
"Mummy… is Papa crazy…?" a child no older than six mutters, scratching his head full of windswept brown hair.
His mother smiles at him kindly, carefully folding the laundry she had collected from the dryer. "No, honey… He's just tired. Let him be."
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Her life had certainly gotten more chaotic after marrying her former teacher. Doing this had been a great feat, as being with one's teacher wasn't exactly considered something that would be "okay". They were frowned upon by many, yet simply being with him made everything right. She doesn't regret a thing, even now.
She remembers the day he proposes to her as she glances down at the diamond ring on her finger. Like it, he isn't someone who's overly extravagant. If she is to be mean, she'd have to describe him as somewhat of a simpleton. He had always been rash, impulsive. He did things if he felt like it, said things if he wanted.
But God, he had that warm presence that made everyone love him. As if a magic being, just the sight of him made others feel like they were full of life.
"L-Let's get married!" he had yelled loudly into the autumn air, excitedly pumping his fist at the sky. "I promise I'll feed you well!"
She laughs, scrunching up her eyebrows. 'I'll feed you well…? Who even says that…?'
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He has her red hairbrush in hand and stomps around the living room.
"I love you!" he serenades in a passionate tone-deaf voice, pointing at his beloved through a haze of alcohol.
She takes her confused child into her embrace, grinning at her silly husband. 'He went out drinking with Hoshizuki-sensei and Mizushima-sensei again…' she thinks, running her fingers soothingly through her son's hair.
"Alright, alright, that's enough… C'mon dear… Let's get this little monster to bed," she urges, standing up and lifting her little boy in her arms. She begins to walk, but the child is scooped out of her arms by none other than her evidently drunk husband.
"Whee! You're an airplane!" He yells, holding the six year-old above his head and running quickly towards the bedroom.
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She lays his head on the soft material of her nightgown.
Her fingers massage his temples gently and she regards him with the utmost affection. His eyelids are closed, and his face reflects a look of serenity. She loves this peaceful look he shows when he's sleeping the most.
"You know… I really want to eat ramen tomorrow…" he mutters, taking one of her hands and lacing his fingers with hers.
She laughs heartily.
Like he'll continue to get drunk and act silly, she'll continue to be intoxicated by him.
END.
Grah! I feel so accomplished! I actually updated two days in a row. Wooooooot.
Errr. Yes. I hope it was clear, but this chapter/drabble/thingamabobber was a look into married life with none other than the adorable gym teacher, Naoshi Haruki (-applause-). Gah. He's the best. Don't you guys wish there were teachers like him in real life? Hah. Haha. Only in my dreams. Life sucks. |':
I really wish that I didn't make him too overboard... HAHAHAH. I totally couldn't help myself. He's just so cute and silly that I absolutely needed to make him make a fool out of himself. Drunk Haruki-sensei ftw. :B
Oh, also...
I'm so happy~ Thank you guys so much for all the reviews. It makes my day when I get home and find that BtS has a new review haarharhaarharharhar. ;_;""
Coming up next:
Eighth Night: Graduate