A/N:
no. 2! This idea has been brewing in me so long I'm actually excited, despite having like a million other projects going at the same time ^^;
Really, it's the characters that I'm excited about. I cant wait to see what happens to them next in my mind, they're so psychologically rounded :D I love making OCs that feel like they could be your personal best friend or your personal worst enemy, cuz they're the most realistically written characters. I'm proud of Kanaye and Umeko. I hope you come to like them as much.
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~story title~
"Never to Obey"
~chapter 2 title~
"Little Intermission"
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Kanaye slipped into his own front door as if he was in stealth mode, only openning it as far as needed to squeeze his body in sideways.
He was home. He was safe.
He hadn't exercized, yet he felt as if he'd run a dozen marathons back to back.
He wasn't followed, yet he still heard the invisible eyes. The clicking sound still echoed in his mind.
He slouched against the door, now locked, trying to will his heartbeat to calm.
It wasn't working.
You would think the music that suddenly blared from his kitchen would have made him jump out of his skin. Instead he felt relief.
American music.
It meant that Umeko was home. Safe. Untraumatized.
He wished he met all three of those marks.
It was a day that he hoped would never repeat itself. A Hell like he had never known, even in witnessing his parent's deaths as a child. That was over in the swift piercing explosion of a single gasoline tank. This... this day's horrors were far more drawn out. Far more... gratuitous.
It was the first time in his life that he fully understood what the English word "gratuitous" meant in all it's demented glory. He finally found an English word that he hated and wanted shut out of his life forever. Shut out of Umeko's life.
The thought to ask her to turn the music off for just one day briefly occurred to him, but it was more comforting to have it there, even though he didnt think much of American music. He had no opinion on it or any other music, but Umeko was addicted to it. Anything considered "oldies" she looped night and day, singing along in poor accent.
It helped his attempts to flood the clicking from his head. In this booming melody that he cared nothing for, he found some peace.
"[Brother Kanayeee~!]" her chirpy voice sang from two rooms away.
"[Yeeeeeeeeeees-?]" he bellowed, his sense of humor returned to him instinctlvely, signaling that he might be OK after all.
"[do you want butter on it this tiiiiiiiime~?]" she attempted to conduct her tone in sync with the song she had on. This reminded him what they had decided to have for dinner tonight and the last time they had it he was rethinking his preferences.
"[I think sooooooooo...!]" he pushed himself off the door and headed for the staircase to change for supper.
It would be rude to arrive at the table without washing the blood off first.
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~end chapter; to be continued~
~next chapter title~
"[n/a]"
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A/N:
yeeeeaaaaah, this was an insanely short chapter ^^; sorry, it shocked me, too. I just kinda... leaked out.
I was really thinking I was going to actually WRITE the scenes where Kanaye encountered his "hell", but for some reason my creatvity said "mmm... nuh-uh!" aaaaaand this came out.
I'm not unhappy with it, but... I wish it had more bulk.
Creativity's never wrong, though! This chapter is a good set up for the next one where Kanaye still has to go to his second job in the evening.
;p and that's all the spoiler you're getting! I don't have a title in mind yet cuz I don't usually want to make one until I'm sure it fits the themes that ended up taking center stage. Even if I didn't LET them take center stage, they took it anyway... T.T
oh, right, random fact about moi... I dont really know how to spell "moi", I just guess each time and assume that I got it correct. XDD