Chapter 3 – Soap Opera Family Drama

For me, song writing was a hard thing. Some people find it rather easy and hassle-free, but for me; it was like trying to find a word that rhymed with Orange (With the exception of Porridge). Also coming up with my chorus for my future "In The End" which was when I was in my deep trance of depression from bullying. So I tried finding more words for another song, while I was still in my trance of sadness and depression from my father's death last night, I figured that I would use song writing as a therapy.

I started strumming song Minor chords around, mix them with a G, D and then to Em. So far I had nothing.

Mom was out at the funeral home in town, planning for Dad's wake, she wanted me to go, but it was too much for me that I told her I'd stay. I didn't want to do anything. I was ready to hang myself the way I felt, but I wasn't going to do it literally, that was just my emotions talking. I know now that my mother didn't want to do it also, but she had to, otherwise; who else was going to take care of Dad? I realized now that I decided I wanted to go and help her. I knew she was still going to be at the funeral home, so I took out my skateboard, locked the house up, and made sure I had my spare key with me, and then I was off.

Songwriting for me was put on hold; I could always write songs with Ginga whenever, but for now I just had to keep an open mind for now. So I made it to the funeral parlor, mother was about to make her way downstairs to pick out the casket. "Mom!" suddenly I feel my emotions just explode. I was in pain. Now I'm coming to terms with my father's death, and now I'm ready to help my mother bury my father.

I dropped my skateboard to the floor as I ran into my mother's embrace and we just let our emotions and tears flow from our system.

X

The next day, the funeral opened. It was supposed to be my mother and I who were supposed to go in first, but what do we find? An old lady and her young daughter.

"Hey!" she raised her voice. The two women turned around and saw the look on my mother, both of them ignored her as she said out loud again, "What the hell is this?"

"Look," I say to them women, putting my two sense in there, "I don't know who the fuck you are, but you got ten seconds to explain who you are or you could fuck the fuck off!" I say aggressively. I could feel my mother's tension ease from beside me.

Both of them women left, pretending to cry like they knew him and grew up with him. I turned to my mother, "Who the hell were they?" I asked.

Mom sighed in stress, "Those were two people who used to cause a lot of trouble for me and your father."

"What kind of trouble?"

"Oh, there was trouble for no reason, probably because no of those ladies are fucking your uncle from dad's side."

Speaking of trouble, more trouble came to the funeral that day. My uncle and my aunt; Joanne and Norbert Coleman.

I went by my mother's name Tategami, she went by her parent's adoptive name, and my grandparents from my mother's side were from Japan. Unfortunately Mom and Dad never married, but the saddest thing was that Dad finally proposed to her last week. My Dad's name was Frank Coleman.

"Well, I see my stupid brother finally ridded himself from you." Joanne said rather snobbishly.

"Figures," Norbert said, snarling at me, "Look at his son! He must take drugs, steals and smokes up a lot!"

My emotions just exploded, I wanted to tear this mother-fucker to pieces! "YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! DON'T YOU EVER SAY SHIT LIKE THAT ABOUT MY FATHER EVER AGAIN!" I was really going up to him until someone held me to my side, keeping me from killing the fucker.

"Kyoya, stop it. He's not worth it!"

I stop in my tracks, now I just wanted to cry when I heard that voice.

"Come on you little shit, hit me!" Norbert threatened me.

"For fuck's sakes Norbert, quit picking on my son, you bastard!" my mother shouted. A few people who were coming in saw the commotion, and more trouble aroused.

"Hey, hey, hey, no fighting at a funeral!" said this old man, who I had no idea who this old guy was. He was pulling my mother away from me as if she was the one who started the fight.

"Leave me go, Russ!" she shouted.

Finally, as if whatever god answered our prayers, the mortician who helped arrange the funeral for my father came and escorted them out.

I turn to who was still holding me from committing murder, it was Ginga. I turned to face him; he seemed unsure if I was going to hit him, but I just grabbed him into a hug and just cried into his shoulder. I felt more at ease with him.

X

After two days of the wake, it was time to bury him. My mom didn't quite choose the poll bearers, so instantly, Ginga and I volunteered. We were later joined by my cousins from both my Mom's side and Dad's side, and the six of us took him to the church, give him his last church, and then slowly made our way to the graveyard.

Once he was set on the descending straps, Ginga stood by my side through the burial, but during the ceremony, another old lady kept interrupting the priest from saying the prayers. Until the priest got fed-up, he said to her; "Please, do not interrupt me again once I'm in the middle of the prayer, and do please show respect to the family."

"I am family." Said the old lady.

My mother had no clue as to who she was, and she said in protest to the priest, "I have no idea who this woman is, Frank never told me about her."

"Right," the priest said to my mother, then turned his attention to the woman, "If you have no relation to this family what-so-ever, then I'm afraid I'm going to ask you to leave."

She left. Banging her walker on the ground in anger.

X

Once the burial was over, we went to the local hall to have Dad's last feast in honor of his memory. That day we had enemies, but once we were at the hall, my mother's friends all helped and didn't allow any of my dad's spoiled relatives, who all which hated us for no apparent reason, to be allowed in the premises.

People who are friends brought some home cooked food to the hall, and were with me and my mother every step of the way. It was nice to see all this help.

X

That night, I went to bed. I had a crazy dream. My dad came to me in my dream, and he said; "Trouble's not going to arouse you and mom, no more." I didn't know what that dream meant, but I later found out the freakiest way ever.

Next week after I was brave enough to go to school, mom was driving me to school when we came up upon a road block, and we had to drive around when mom recognized the vehicle. Mom chuckled at the recognition of the vehicle, "Stupid cow better watch what she say next time."

Then not long after, the ambulance went riding rather slowly and with no lights or sirens. My stupid aunt Joanne died when she was drinking and driving from a party while driving home, and she crashed her car down a ravine and reports said she broke her neck and was twisted facing the back.

The next crazy thing was that Norbert was murdered in a drug-deal-gone-bad situation. Well, mom always said "Karma's going to be a bitch and bite you right up your ass."

I didn't know the meaning of that dream I had, but I knew my father was watching me from the very high heights of heaven.

X

So later once I was at school one day, I meet a few other kids who were also friends of Ginga's. There was his childhood friend named Hyoma, and then there were his two younger friends from fifth grade, Kenta Yumiya and Madoka Amano. Kenta was probably 12 and Madoka was 13. Although me and Ginga were only 14, we were all slowly getting to know each other more once our French Teacher decided to put together a school band.

If you think this was my first time getting into a band that would be my now awesome band in concert, you were right.

There were dozens of auditions for band. Since I was very best at singing, I was put lead singer. First guitarist was Hyoma; he was like a guitar god when he began shredding notes on the electric guitar. Second guitarist was Ginga; you could say that I was very excited to have him at my side on this. Our drummer was debated on either having some kid named Masamune, who was Ginga's English class friend, or a kid named Benkei Hanawa. So by picking the drummer, both did a song, more likely a drum–off and Benkei won the small battle.

Also, on Keys, the piano keys, Madoka was the only one who did piano. So she was like a mandatory choice for piano.

We all began to get to know each other a bit more, Benkei seemed like the type of kid who I would grow fond to, and I understood him like I did with Ginga. He too lost his father, along with his mother in a train wreck. He was currently staying with a foster parent. Madoka, she is a very charismatic girl who loved nothing more than music itself, and she had a love for singing Justin Bieber songs. Hyoma; it felt like I already knew him since he's so much like Ginga, but more of the persuasive type.

Like this one time; Madoka, Kenta, Masamune and I teamed up with Hyoma in a game of "Bush Monster" he lead us in circles. How we knew; I placed a rock by a tree, and did the same thing over and over again until I piled up about five or six rocks. He was a very cool dude, to be honest. We laughed at it now, especially when Kenta or Madoka said: "It feels like we're going in circles!"

So we began with by getting to know the band better, I was very excited about the band, but the one thing we were missing was the base player. Luckily for us, Masamune also played bass, and he was the only one who knew how to play bass in the whole school.

So the band members went like this;

Me, Kyoya Tategami – Lead Vocals/Guitar

Ginga Hagane – Lead Guitar/Side Vocals

Hyoma – Second Guitar/Side Vocals

Benkei Hanawa – Drums

Madoka Amano – Piano Keys

And Masamune Kadoya – Bass

(A/N: I'm sorry; I just had to end it there!

Thank you guys for your sympathy on my mother's friends' passing! It means so much to us; I just hope she's up there in heaven by the god's side.

Also thank you to DarknessDragon for more ideas for this fanfic, credits also go to him for inspiring me with one special song that I couldn't stop thinking of. That song is "In The End" by the Black Veil Brides. So dedicated to the band Black Veil Brides and to DarknessDragon.

So just to get a little heads-up, next chapter; Kyoya begins to working with the band for a High School End of the Year Show, and Ginga begin to write their own first song: "Knives And Pens." . . . and the slight mention of the BBA "Battle of the Bands Association!"

Also I might add. Ginga's also going to write songs of his own and all I can say for his music are these lyrics. (I'm trusting you guys to look for the title of this song and listen to the song and band . . . something what my teacher always said "Beat up the Internet, make the internet your bitch" lol . . . he's such an awesome teacher lol.)