A/N : This chapter is completely weird. I myself didn't really know what's my intention for this one. However, just please enjoy.
Chapter 31
Tranquility
"Sorry, but I can't" Takeru was standing apprehensively, holding the phone close to his face while walking back and forth for many times.
"It's okay Takeru. I understand what you meant," the voice replied, and Takeru could sigh in relief.
"Sorry again, Hikari, but I need to go," he nervously said, not wanting Hikari to be mad at him.
Takeru was asked by Hikari to go together to the cinema with Daisuke. But, Takeru had already promised with someone out of them.
"It's okay Takeru! How many times I need to repeat it?" Hikari giggled on the phone, causing the blond to laugh lightly.
"Okay, see you later!" Takeru put the phone back to its place. He sluggishly lied his back on the sofa as his gaze was never left his phone.
"I hope this will work!" he gripped the device tighter.
"Takeru, what are you doing?" Natsuko, his mother asked softly.
"Nothing… is everything already prepared?" he asked back slowly.
"Of course. Let's head to the place," she smiled warmly. Takeru nodded, and carried the bag that his mother had prepared.
"If you're planning to force me to practice this day, I'll quit right on this time!" Yamato scolded, his tone indicated that he was really serious.
"Just this day. I promise tomorrow I'll be with you all," he continued.
"Then it decided. Sorry," the blond sighed, and forcefully ended the call.
"You still haven't change, Yamato?" a voice behind him asked.
"I'm going to, but I still have some problem. Can you please wait me outside, Tou-san?" he politely asked.
"Sure. Just don't make it long," Hiroaki Ishida smiled to his son.
Yamato sighed when his father had left the room.
"Please, just this time…" he stared at his blue jacket, hope in his eyes. Reluctantly, he wore it around him and dashed out of his apartment.
"They're late…" Takeru mumbled as he tapped his finger against the wooden table. His other hands used to hold his head, while he was staring outside.
Natsuko could only sigh. She didn't want her son to be that troubled, so she just hoped that they would be here as soon as possible.
Just when she thought it, two familiar figures were running across the street.
"Here they are," she smiled, but then frowned when she thought about something bad that could possibly be happened later.
"Onii-chan! You're late!" Takeru remarked, and his brother could only grin.
"As always, yeah," Yamato simply replied, and sat beside his father who had already sit before.
A moment of silence slipped in as they all could only gaze at the table. For Yamato and Takeru, they were waiting for either their father or mother to open up a chat, so they could join. But, both Natsuko and Hiroaki were both have no idea about what should they say.
"Ne…" Takeru finally spoke out, earning three pairs of eyes looking at him.
"… since that we're together now, why don't we just enjoy our time?" the youngest blond timidly asked, and grew silent when there's nobody saying anything.
Yamato was really silent this time. At his past, as for the oldest son, he really felt the hole when he had to live without his mother around. Ever since his life with only his father, he was growing up with a bit of hate toward his own mother, consisting of why did they weren't together from the very first.
But now, he had learned that he really wanted them to be together again, even that he knew it's quite impossible. He really wanted them to be honest to each other.
Just that.
Takeru didn't want to ruin the moment, but he did know that if he didn't pull up a topic, this silence would never be ended. But, he had tried and the result was nothing, right? So, he just pondered and hoped that as soon as possible, this time they could share their time and their laugh.
Only that.
Natsuko was afraid to speak first. She knew that Yamato was still having some uneasiness toward her. She did know too that Yamato had grown up, but she still couldn't get rid of the doubt she had. She really wanted that this day would be turned up as an eventful day for all of them.
A mere thought.
Because he used to be a householder, Hiroaki did want to keep his eyes on Takeru and his wife, Natsuko. He was happy to see that both of his sons were growing up so fast, but when they're separated…though… it was quite tough one.
"Well…" Hiroaki started.
"Why don't we have a lunch first and then go out?" Takeru added quickly, earning a smile from his father.
"That's a good idea, Takeru!" Yamato commented loudly with his lil bro advise, something that definitely out of character of him.
Natsuko smiled, and she took out the dish that she had cooked before, with four plates and the utensils.
"Have a nice lunch!" Takeru exclaimed and stuffed his plate. Yamato was soon joining him, as they both whispered something that neither of their parents could hear.
"Why don't you have your own lunch?" Hiroaki asked his ex-wife.
"You go first," she smiled warmly.
"I won't," he smiled back, and with his last word he stuffed a plate and later gave it to her. He then picked up for himself.
As the lunch started with "Itadakimasu" yell, the atmosphere was quickly changed. With Takeru's laugh in every Yamato's story, Natsuko and Hiroaki couldn't help but smile when they realized that their sons were already growing up a lot.
But still, a regret was unbearable in their very heart.
At least, that day was a day that could ease it a bit, having a time in tranquility within their own regretful and sorrow.
Whoa, I really don't know about how and why Takeru and Yamato's parents are divorced, hence that I came up with this. For the one who had known well about their past, I'm really sorry if this fic somehow off from the real past and fact.
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