And... let's shift back to Shunsoku. :3 I own nothing.
Song 20: Sweet Little Baby Boy
Where did he go wrong?
In hindsight that was a silly question to ask. He knew exactly where he went wrong. All these years he had been blind to it. Now for the first time in years he had come to face to face with his son again, and didn't recognize him. Shunsoku fold his hands in front of his face, deep in thought.
Since his wife death, Shunsoku hadn't been able to look his son in the eye. It was too hard, too soon, when Neku was the splitting image of her. Neku was too young at the time to understand and all Shunsoku could do was run. When the pain finally ebbed away, and the guilt started to grow, Shunsoku had learned his son, through family friends who saw Neku and school reports, that his son had closed himself off to world. Shunsoku just kept putting it off, waiting for the day he would grow out of that so called "rebellious teenage phase" he had heard about.
It came as a great surprise when Neku called him at work and asked him to come home for Christmas. He had stopped doing that years ago. With his heart full of guilt, Shunsoku decided to follow up on his son's request.
So as he sat in front of his son this morning, he could barely recognize him. Neku was wary as if not believing his eyes (could Shunsoku blame him?), but he hadn't outright lashed out like Shunsoku had expected him (he should of, he deserved it).
Meeting young Joshua was a surprise. Shunsoku was sure everyone had told him that his son had no friends, yet to find another boy (whom, apparently from the sounds of it, came over often) waltz into the house and his son not bat so much as an eyelash about it… it was a surprise.
What else had he missed?
Shunsoku let out a sigh and lowered his head, resting his forehead on his hands. His son was growing up, whether he was here or not to see it.