Hello everyone, I'm really sorry for the delay. I had a writers block. :( But now I'm back into it, finally. Within the next week, I should hopefully have finished updating all my stories. This chapter is kinda short, but I decided to publish it anyways, before it would take me even longer.

Thank you dark bia, poppies in july and annoying talking animal for reviewing. You guys are awesome!

And special thanks for beywriter for helping me out on this chapter.

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Wyatt was okay in the end. Of course he was. Nothing could bring him down that easily. I still ended up getting quite a scare and I continued on worrying even after doctors repeatedly told me that he was going to be fine. I know I might not seem like it, but I'm a very anxious person. That's why I don't like to be in large friends groups, too much drama stresses me out. Too bad that Wyatt of all the people in the school was possibly the one carrying the biggest load of drama with him. Well, I shouldn't be talking, I guess my whole family story is not exactly all that ordinary either, even if it feels like that for me. As complicated as it may sound, my life is actually pretty damn boring. That is, up until I met Wyatt. School is still kinda boring, though not as boring as being home schooled.

I spent hours sitting in the hospital waiting room. They didn't permit me to actually see him because the visiting hours were over, so I was kneeing on my chair, with my arms around my legs trying to sleep. I didn't actually succeed at it. I was just way to anxious. I had however, completely spaced out. I didn't quite realise what was going on around me and spasmed when I felt someone tabbing my shoulder.

'Naw, why do you always act so weird, whenever we meet?'

I spun around. It was… my father.

I hadn't really seen him in a while. Not that it mattered, adults never really change in appearance after all. Unless they age of course, -but he was smiling at me! Sounds normal enough but the thing is, he gets dimples when he smiles and these dimples he gets make him look even younger than he actually is. He can easily pass for a college student. And the way he dresses doesn't help. Hoodie and bright sneakers. Your average frat boy right there (though he wasn't actually in a frat, he doesn't like commitment). Like most teens, I wish he wouldn't be as immature, 'young' or 'cool'. But I can't really make him change, I guess.

Wait a sec… why was he there all of the sudden. Had he driven all the way from Tokyo just to comfort me? Apparently he had.

'You sounded really freaked out when you called me, I just wanted to come see if you were alright.' He told me with a content smirk on his face.

Okay, maybe he had changed. He didn't usually 'care'. Maybe the whole parent-thing had finally kicked in… though 16 years too late. Or maybe he was just trying to kiss my ass...

'I'm okay.' I told him. I made sure to keep my voice hostile and bitter, I didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

"How is your friend doing.'

'He's fine.'

My father sat down next to me and put his arm around my shoulder. 'That's good to hear.'

'How long are you staying?' I asked him, I was being rather harsh, not gonna lie.

'Well I've got tomorrow off with the extended weekend and all, but if you'd want me to, I could call in sick on Tuesday.'

He was such a trust fund baby, it made me sick. Everything had come easy in his life, thanks to my grandfather and his money. And even after he became a father, a point in a young man's life that should have changed everything, my grandfather just took care of it all.

'Come on Kai, this place is just going to upset you, come with me.' Dad suggested after a while of just sitting around. I didn't want to at first, but I knew he was right. Damn it! Why couldn't I be a tad more functional as a human being?

So yea, I followed by Dad to the parking lot. He owned a shiny, black Range Rover, which he clearly could not afford with the mediocre salary he got paid at the advertising company he worked at. My grandfather had paid for the car. Just like he paid for everything else in my Dad's life. I sat down in the front seat. That was a thing I actually liked about my Dad, he let me sit there. My Grandfather wouldn't because in his eyes I was still a kid.

'Where are we going?' I asked my Dad. 'I know of a few hotels in this region, if that's what you had in mind.'

He smirked. 'Nuh, won't be necessary.'

I didn't even dare to imagine what his plan was. Knowing him it was probably something like camping. Oh please not! I just gaped at him with a terrified look on my face.

'Kai, chill out.' he replied laughing.

'Not if you take me camping.'

'Why would I take you camping? It's probably around 10 degrees outside.'

Fair enough! 'So where are we staying then?'

He smiled at me. All giddy, like a little child. 'You'll see!'

I felt, I was a little too old for his surprises, but whatever.

After we had been driving for a while he turned on the radio to overplay the awkward silence. We were listening to eurotrash house music. I doubted that they had such a radio channel in this region, so it was probably a CD, which made it worse! A CD meant that he purposely bought it because he liked it. Why couldn't he just listen to music from his youth, like all the other parents did?

'You like this mix?'

'No.' I told him bluntly.

'This is my track actually.'

Of course it was.

'It's my first arrangement so it is still a little underdeveloped. But I'm working on it, I took a class online. My plan is to hit up some venues, get into DJ-ing full time. I'm not really vibing in the office environment. We are slaves, man. What'cha think? Do I have the mojo?'

I spared him the answer. It was good timing, as suddenly, the car came to a halt. It was strange because when I looked outside there were only houses. We were in a residential area.

'Are we staying with one of your friends or something?' I asked him. I meant to say 'stupid friends' but I could stop myself in time. It would have been inappropriate. Even to my Dad.

Either way, he didn't reply to my question and just grinned instead. I shrugged and let him have his fun. He was enjoying this greatly. We got out of the car and walked up the driveway. It was dark but from all I could tell it was medium sized house, build in traditional style. When my Dad pulled out house keys it dawned on me.

'You live here?' I asked aghast.

He smiled. 'Not yet, but we're in the process of moving stuff. We needed more space with the baby and all.'

'But why here? This is possibly the most boring region in all of Japan.'

'You live nearby. And I know you'd never want to move halfway across the country to live with us.'

I wouldn't want to live with them even if their house would be located right next door to my boarding school.

'I'm still not moving in with you.'

I could tell he was disappointed, even if he tried his best to not let it show.

'Well you could come by and visit, boarding schools can be quite constricting, I know from experience. You can come by whenever you're in the need for some privacy.'

'Maybe.'

I knew I was being an ass to him, but once again, I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. I wish I wouldn't be so bitter around him, but I couldn't help it sometimes.

The lobby was filled with boxes stapled on top of each other, we had to manoeuvre around them to get to the living room. There was a king sized futon located there. And beer cans stacked around it. My Dad suddenly started blushing. He ran up towards the futon and began to pick up the cans.

'It gets lonely here sometimes.' he informed me.

Lonely? He was married!

'Jasmine has some bad mood swings now that she's pregnant. Some days she doesn't even want to see me, so I stay here sometimes.' he confessed. His facial expression was strangely sad. I was used to him being always smiley and confident.

'Anyways, are you hungry, Kai?'

'Yea, I guess.'

'Great.' he was smiling again. 'What are you in the mood for?'

He was acting happy to make me feel better. He probably didn't want me to worry. Dad would always do his best to keep up a smile and be friendly. He never bothered me with any of his problems. Whenever I'd meet him he would always focus his full attention on me. Even when he was with his wife he would hush around me, and it was annoying because he was so clingy. But I got to confess, I felt kinda charmed. No matter how offensive and rude I acted, I had people in my life that actually made an effort. First my Dad, then the Bladebreakers and then Wyatt. I was feeling all mushy when I thought about it. I guess my life was taking a turn for the ordinary, and I enjoyed that very much. This is what normal teenage life was like, having a father, friends and a…

…another friend.

I liked having a normal teenage life.

'So what would you like, Kai? Is Pizza fine with you?'

'Um, yea, sure.'

'Great.' Dad smiled at me once again and got out his phone to call the Pizzeria.

xxx

We ate the Pizza on the futon. Dad didn't care if we got it dirty. He was not the type to get angry over that kind of stuff.

'Do you want a beer?' he asked me at some point.

'My friend is lying in the hospital with alcohol poisoning.' I reminded him.

'Oh yea.' he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. 'That was inappropriate, sorry.'

I shrugged. 'Whatever.'

'He must be a good friend.' Dad said in a rather serious voice.

'What makes you think so?'

'You wouldn't get that worked up over everybody. So what's he like, this friend of yours?'

I wasn't really in the mood to answer that question so I remained silent. Dad realised what I was doing so he didn't further inquire on it. Instead he took his revenge by countering with a way more awkward and embarrassing question.

'So Kai, how's your sex life going?'

My jaw dropped upon hearing that. 'None of your damn business!' I told him. I was still rather buffed that he had actually asked me that. Dad just giggled.

'I see, so there's something going on.' he wiggled his eyebrows. 'Use protection, okay.'

'You should be the last person to tell me that.' I rolled my eyes. 'And if you bloody have to know, no, there's nothing!'

'Oh.' he said. I could tell by his facial expression that he was rather disappointed. No surprise there. He was a pervert. He probably hoped for me to be one too so that we could bond over our experiences like a proper father and son should.

Then, he had a change of mood and laughed awkwardly and gave me a friendly clap on the shoulder. 'Well, I guess we've got something in common, Jasmine isn't giving me any either lately.'

Oh gross! TMI!

'Thanks for sharing.' I muttered sarcastically.

'Naw, you're my son, you were made by such an act, why should I not be able to talk about it to you?'

'DAD.' I yelled in protest. 'I don't wanna think about how you did that, it's really, really disturbing.'

'It's only natural.'

I was starting to feel nauseous… 'Please stop talking about sex, Dad, please!'

But that just provoked him even more.

'Oh it should not be a topic you should be embarrassed about. We humans were designed for that sole purpose. That's why we've got a sex drive. It's evolution, Kai.'

'Please stop.' I begged him.

'I feel we should be more open about this, so that you realise that it's nothing to be embarrassed about. So I'm going to tell you: I'm am so sexually frustrated that I masturbate every day.'

Ew, ew, ew! I had to stop him, I couldn't stand to listen to stories from my Dad's sex life any longer.

'My sex drive has increased drastically over the last month.' I confessed. I was desperate to make him stop. 'And the strange thing is, whenever I masturbate and think of porn and naked ladies and …boobs, I don't really manage to come anymore. It's only been over the last month and it's so frustrating because I'm horny all the time and I cannot relieve myself anymore!'

Yes, that much detail was necessary. He might have started talking about himself again. It was all true by the way. What I told him. It was weird, almost like puberty made a jumpstart. My hormones were going crazy. I had become such a perv ever since I started at boarding school, oh, and I had cried in front of Hiro… yea, my hormones were definitely off.

'Maybe you're gay.' my Dad said shrugging.

'Wait, what?'

'It's possible, have you ever tried thinking of a guy while touching yourself?'

He was saying it in such an as-a-matter-of-factly voice, like he wasn't aware what big of a deal it would be for me. I mean, it would offset my whole plan for the future. But it was as if my Dad could read my mind.

'Don't kid yourself Kai, you've got my genes. We weren't exactly cut out to be family men.'

xxx

I went to visit Wyatt the next day. First thing in the morning.

'Oh hey there Kai!' he greeted me smiling once I entered the room.

I held out a plastic bag in his direction. 'I didn't know what to bring you for the obligatory pointless room deco/sickbed present. Since I thought flowers were too girly. So I brought you a 'Halo 2 poster instead'.'

I didn't even know if he played that game. I was so embarrassing. One should expect that I should be able to pick out a more appropriate present for my best friend who happened to be lying in the hospital.

But he just laughed it off. 'Seriously mate, it's way cooler than flowers.'

'Good.' I replied

I sat down next to him and for a while neither of us knew what to say.

'How are you feeling?' I asked finally.

'My throat is a bit soar and my stomach's kinda sensitive, but other than that, I'm okay.'

'Good.'

I then remembered the other bag I had brought and passed it to him.

'Here, I've got your jacket and your cell phone.'

'Keep it.'

'Huh?'

'You can have them. The jacket's too big on me.' (it wasn't) 'And you need a phone anyways.'

'Liar, you just want to avoid talking to your parents.'

He pouted. 'I originally planned to throw it in a bin somewhere, but that would be such a shame, it's a nice phone.'

'You're an idiot.'

He just shrugged. Then changed the topic 'So, where did you spend the night? Did you back to Takao's?'

'No I didn't, and now call your parent's already, you big pussy.'

He crossed his arms. 'I'm not going to.'

'Stop being a baby.' Hell, I was already stressed enough, dealing with my very own childish Dad.

'I'm not. My life is just not of their business, that's it.'

Okay, I was up for a rant now. That moron needed to have the facts laid out on the table.

I crossed my arms and stood up right in front of him.

'Now listen to me!'

'Kai, it doesn't matter…'

'Yes it does. And don't interrupt me!'

'Scary, mate.' he mocked me.

I ignored it and started my tirade. 'You are being reckless, immature and ungrateful.'

He was twitching at every insult.

'So you claim that you're not a child anymore and that you don't need your parents. Well you shouldn't have any right to say that considering that you can't even take care of yourself for a single day! Are you even aware of what could have happened to you if I weren't there to save your ass? You could have died you moron! And why? Because you decided to gulp down a ridiculous amount of alcohol. Are you really that immature that you couldn't figure out yourself that 'oh, that might just be dangerous'. You were pretty damn lucky they doctors could rescue you in time. What if you would have had even more alcohol? You could have died! Don't you even realise that? It was a stupid, idiotic, fucked up idea! You need to stop binging like that before you do your liver anymore harm. So grow the fuck up, Wyatt Smithwright! Until then, you're still a kid, so call your parents.'

I unzipped the bag and held the phone in his direction. But he didn't react, staring back in shock. Well, I guess I can't exactly blame him, I was normally a very calm person, seeing me freak out like this probably scared the living hell out of the kid. So I decided to go with a more gentle approach.

'Sorry, it's just, I was worried about you! Just like your parents, brother and every single person in your sorry life that actually cares about you!'

'Yea, I tend to do that. I make everyone worry.' he muttered. There was actually some regret in his voice now. He reached out his hand and grabbed the phone. 'They're going to be so angry.'

'Do you want me to stay here with you?'

He nodded.

So now, after all that, he finally phoned them. Like he had predicted, they were very angry. The hospital had apparently phoned up the school which then had called them, so they knew of his 'accident'. First it was his Mom yelling at him. Then his Dad. He himself didn't say much throughout the entire ordeal. He just clutched my hand tightly. By the end of it all, I had to agree with him, his parents were pretty damn scary.