Re: Redemption, Termination (2.4/?)
anonymous
May 22 2012, 03:17:23 UTC
"Oh! Kanji, how was your first day at the hospital?" Kanji looked up as he was kicking off his boots; his mother, just having closed up shop, came to greet him. Her calm posture and the elegance she exuded, with her traditional kimono and polite Japanese attitude towards guests, might fool anyone else in town. But Kanji was her son, had seen her through the good and the bad.
He could tell she'd been fretting about him going to do this, had worried he couldn't handle it, and now she was worried if he was okay. Kanji tried to reassure her with his best smile, and he found he didn't have to try and force it that much. The smile came easier and more true than it had in a long while, and he found himself unable to hold back a small grin.
That seemed to shock his mom slightly, whose mouth fell open just a bit; she cocked her head, narrowed her eyes, as if trying to read what exactly was going through her son's head. What had caused this change, exactly.
"Well....I....I'm really...Glad to hear it, Kanji....! I was...Really worried about you, you know." she admitted gently, and walked up to him. He towered over her small frame, more than a full head taller than her, and she had to reach up to place her thin, wrinkled hands on his cheeks. "You've had to grow up so fast, my little Kanji..." she said quietly.
"Ma...."
"I know it's been so hard for you, without your father around...We never could have prepared ourselves to lose him.." Kanji could see the tears pricking at her eyes, and his own features softened, eyebrows furrowing. "...You were never quite the same after...I knew it, and there was never much I could do but let you try and sort out everything you were feeling on your own. Sometimes you've gone off the path a little, and everyone else has thought you were gone forever; but you never lost your way." She pulled a hand away to wipe a tear from her eyes, and Kanji suddenly couldn't look at her anymore. "No matter what anyone has ever said, you've always still been my little Kanji....Just now, I saw him again, that little boy that I'm still so proud of, even as he tries to find his way in the world. I just want you to know that, Kanji; that I'm so proud of you, and I love you."
Kanji bit down on his bottom lip, couldn't help the shuddering, deep breaths he had to take to keep himself composed.
"God...Ma, I....I know I ain't....Been the best kid....But...But I'm tryin', Ma, and...I love you. I love you a lot, Ma. I just..." His mother wrapped him into a tight hug, pulling him down to hug him comfortably.
"I know, Kanji. You're doing your best. That is all I will ever ask of you."
Re: Redemption, Termination (2.5/?)
anonymous
May 22 2012, 03:18:14 UTC
Kanji rubbed his reddened eyes as he lumbered up the stairs. He wasn't gonna cry; men didn't do that, even when their moms were involved. Even if they said such sentimental crap, and...
Pretty much were the best moms in the world that their piece of shit sons didn't deserve.
Kanji let out a deep sigh when he walked into his room, dark-colored, studded paraphernalia that he didn't care about contrasting greatly with pastel-colored, fluffy plush toys that he did. He sat down on his bed, hunching over as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Lots of shit had happened in the last few days, and really, the fact that he was handling it at all without....Flipping out, or something, was a miracle to him.
Despite being relatively calm, he picked up one of his pillows, a clean-smelling, cotton-soft, ruffled piece of his own creation that he generally hid under a black silk pillowcase, on the off chance anyone went into his room.
Not that the rest of the fluffy, cute shit wouldn't give you away.
Kanji frowned, tossing the pillow up and down experimentally in his hand. Raised an arm to launch it across the room; then frowned, brought it back, and cocked his head, examining the stitching.
"....One 'a my first creations." he mumbled softly, shaking his head. "...Stitching's kinda crap, all uneven, but I was so damn proud of it back then...'M so much better now." He sighed, laying back on his bed, with closed eyes.
They didn't stay closed long, however, before snapping wide open. He sat up, excitement in his eyes. Before he knew it, he was bounding down the stairs, two steps at a time, so noisily that his mother looked out of the kitchen in alarm from making their dinner.
"Kanji, what in the world is going on?"
"Nothing, Ma, nothing! Uh--Can I--Can I take some fabric and stuff from the store room?"
"Fabric? What f--Oh, my Kanji! You haven't sewn or knitted anything in quite some time! What is the occasion?"
"Ma, there ain't no--"
"Is it for the boy you're looking after in the hospital?"
"....Ma, why's there always gotta be an occas--"
"Ohhh, it is! Kanji, my darling, take as much as you'd like, sweetheart. Whatever you need! Oh, I know how deeply you get into your sewing once you've started, so I'll bring your dinner up to you when it's ready. But! It is a school night--"
"But Ma--!"
"Don't 'but mother' me, you're going, so I expect you to be in bed by eleven at the latest. Have fun, darling, and make your little friend something wonderful!"
Kanji shook his head in exasperation, closing the door to the storeroom behind him as the old light flickered on to illuminate the room. He leaned against the door, rolling his eyes in mock irritation, a smile gracing his features. Mothers.
He pushed himself off the door, and went to dig about through their stock.
Red, and blue, and some tan, a few buttons--Oh, a little gold bias tape never hurt anything, and I'm sure there's some cotton around here somewhere...
He could tell she'd been fretting about him going to do this, had worried he couldn't handle it, and now she was worried if he was okay. Kanji tried to reassure her with his best smile, and he found he didn't have to try and force it that much. The smile came easier and more true than it had in a long while, and he found himself unable to hold back a small grin.
That seemed to shock his mom slightly, whose mouth fell open just a bit; she cocked her head, narrowed her eyes, as if trying to read what exactly was going through her son's head. What had caused this change, exactly.
"Well....I....I'm really...Glad to hear it, Kanji....! I was...Really worried about you, you know." she admitted gently, and walked up to him. He towered over her small frame, more than a full head taller than her, and she had to reach up to place her thin, wrinkled hands on his cheeks. "You've had to grow up so fast, my little Kanji..." she said quietly.
"Ma...."
"I know it's been so hard for you, without your father around...We never could have prepared ourselves to lose him.." Kanji could see the tears pricking at her eyes, and his own features softened, eyebrows furrowing. "...You were never quite the same after...I knew it, and there was never much I could do but let you try and sort out everything you were feeling on your own. Sometimes you've gone off the path a little, and everyone else has thought you were gone forever; but you never lost your way." She pulled a hand away to wipe a tear from her eyes, and Kanji suddenly couldn't look at her anymore. "No matter what anyone has ever said, you've always still been my little Kanji....Just now, I saw him again, that little boy that I'm still so proud of, even as he tries to find his way in the world. I just want you to know that, Kanji; that I'm so proud of you, and I love you."
Kanji bit down on his bottom lip, couldn't help the shuddering, deep breaths he had to take to keep himself composed.
"God...Ma, I....I know I ain't....Been the best kid....But...But I'm tryin', Ma, and...I love you. I love you a lot, Ma. I just..." His mother wrapped him into a tight hug, pulling him down to hug him comfortably.
"I know, Kanji. You're doing your best. That is all I will ever ask of you."
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Pretty much were the best moms in the world that their piece of shit sons didn't deserve.
Kanji let out a deep sigh when he walked into his room, dark-colored, studded paraphernalia that he didn't care about contrasting greatly with pastel-colored, fluffy plush toys that he did. He sat down on his bed, hunching over as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Lots of shit had happened in the last few days, and really, the fact that he was handling it at all without....Flipping out, or something, was a miracle to him.
Despite being relatively calm, he picked up one of his pillows, a clean-smelling, cotton-soft, ruffled piece of his own creation that he generally hid under a black silk pillowcase, on the off chance anyone went into his room.
Not that the rest of the fluffy, cute shit wouldn't give you away.
Kanji frowned, tossing the pillow up and down experimentally in his hand. Raised an arm to launch it across the room; then frowned, brought it back, and cocked his head, examining the stitching.
"....One 'a my first creations." he mumbled softly, shaking his head. "...Stitching's kinda crap, all uneven, but I was so damn proud of it back then...'M so much better now." He sighed, laying back on his bed, with closed eyes.
They didn't stay closed long, however, before snapping wide open. He sat up, excitement in his eyes. Before he knew it, he was bounding down the stairs, two steps at a time, so noisily that his mother looked out of the kitchen in alarm from making their dinner.
"Kanji, what in the world is going on?"
"Nothing, Ma, nothing! Uh--Can I--Can I take some fabric and stuff from the store room?"
"Fabric? What f--Oh, my Kanji! You haven't sewn or knitted anything in quite some time! What is the occasion?"
"Ma, there ain't no--"
"Is it for the boy you're looking after in the hospital?"
"....Ma, why's there always gotta be an occas--"
"Ohhh, it is! Kanji, my darling, take as much as you'd like, sweetheart. Whatever you need! Oh, I know how deeply you get into your sewing once you've started, so I'll bring your dinner up to you when it's ready. But! It is a school night--"
"But Ma--!"
"Don't 'but mother' me, you're going, so I expect you to be in bed by eleven at the latest. Have fun, darling, and make your little friend something wonderful!"
Kanji shook his head in exasperation, closing the door to the storeroom behind him as the old light flickered on to illuminate the room. He leaned against the door, rolling his eyes in mock irritation, a smile gracing his features. Mothers.
He pushed himself off the door, and went to dig about through their stock.
Red, and blue, and some tan, a few buttons--Oh, a little gold bias tape never hurt anything, and I'm sure there's some cotton around here somewhere...
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