Songs for Daddy- Chapter 27: I Don't Care
Author: bar_ohki
Title: Songs for Daddy
Rating: This chapter is rated T.
Summary: After receiving a phone call, Hiruma abandons his job, his football team, and his friends, disappearing into nothing. After several years pass, Mamori finds a strange girl in her Kindergarten class, a girl strange enough to have the only remaining connection to the missing quarterback….
Notes: I Don’t Care is by Fall Out Boy, I do not own it.
Links: To song on youtube: Video
To lyrics of song: Lyrics
To a list of chapter links: Links
To chapter 26: Here
Songs for Daddy
Chapter 27: I Don’t Care
Seeing Chizue was probably a psychological issue caused from the stresses of the mental damage she had wantonly inflicted on Hiruma in the few months he had gotten to really know her just before her death. Since Hiruma was definitely not going to trust his psyche and personal problems to a psychiatrist he didn’t know, he thought instead about going and seeing a physician who did know the back story for some advice. This meant there was only one real candidate: Masaki Atsushi, Hiruma’s current general practitioner and the practitioner for the entire Saburo family.
Arriving at the hospital, Hiruma took in the building’s general state. It wasn’t full of busy people puttering about almost panicking like usual. In fact, everyone was going slow and relaxed; it made Hiruma wonder if there was some marijuana was being used in the ventilation system. He exchanged a few words with the receptionist and waited, busying himself with reading one of the tacky gossip magazines while he waited for his name to be called.
Right when Hiruma decided he should burn the fucking magazine for rotting his brain, they called his name, sparing the magazine its long-needed removal from the face of this planet. He stuck his hands in his pockets and followed the fat nurse into the back rooms, stopping before the typical examination room door and being directed inside. Hiruma sat down on the bench and waited.
Thankfully Masaki was a prompt man. He came into the room a minute later and took a seat in his chair and looked at Hiruma curiously.
“It’s not like you to need a walk-in appointment,” Masaki observed, “what exactly is bothering you?”
When it came time to tell the doctor what was actually wrong Hiruma hesitated. Admitting weakness was never easy for Hiruma, especially this one.
“…I had a really vivid nightmare last night.” Hiruma explained.
“I don’t think I’m the person you should be talking to about nightmares.” Masaki frowned but his black eyes glittered slightly.
“Ch-chizue.” Hiruma admitted. “Chizue was raping me.”
Finalizing your defeat? Chizue’s voice whispered in his ear.
“Oh.” Masaki looked a little confused, but nodded anyways.
“And Emiko died.” Hiruma finished.
You killed her. Images from the dream accompanied the words this time.
“I’m still not exactly the right kind of doctor for this.” Masaki reminded Hiruma again. “Besides don’t we all have bad dreams?”
“…I don’t know anyone who spends all of the next day after having a bad dream seeing and hearing the subject of the dream over reality.” Hiruma gave Masaki an annoyed look.
“Seeing?” Masaki paused. “You think you’re hallucinating?”
“Not think, am.” Hiruma corrected.
So you are crazy in your head….
“Right now.” Hiruma almost growled. “She’s mocking me.”
“…Ah and you obviously want some relief for that.” Masaki nodded in understanding and wrote a few things down.
“I want her to stay dead.” Hiruma corrected.
You use my existence to the best of your ability then wish for my permanent death?
“Well I think there’s something I can give you to help with that,” Masaki announced with a happy smile and glittering eyes.
“Really?” Hiruma studied Masaki carefully. The man had been claiming he was the wrong doctor to talk to and was now clearly writing a prescription for medication.
“Here. This should help.” Masaki handed Hiruma a prescription notice. Hiruma nodded, thanked the doctor and left. As he walked back to his car, Hiruma frowned. He know a bit about medical chemicals and he knew a lot about mind-altering pleasure drugs (it was something one learned the blackmail business). Since he was recognizing a decent bit of the components of his prescription to have mind-altering effects….
For once, Hiruma wasn’t going to get that prescription filled.
Masaki, on the other hand, got on the phone.
“Saburo-sama, I believe your son-in-law might have a chemical addiction. LSD, by the looks of it.” Masaki explained worriedly to Saburo. “He told me he’s been hallucinating.”
Lysergic acid hydroxyethylamide, a form of LSD, was something both Hiruma and Masaki recognized in the prescription notice that Hiruma now had in his possession.
-Some undisclosed location, the next day-
Taking care of that waste of flesh called Taiki Watari had been easy. The man had so many medical issues it wasn’t even funny. All Kongo had to do was go inside the room glare at the man and he had enough of a heart attack that he’d be more than just hallucinating for the rest of his days.
So all that was left to do was to look at that trash’s in-laws and daughter. Kongo was told to bring his brother, the cop, with him, but he decided that his twin was not needed for this first venture. Currently he was dressing in his most discrete, civianesque clothes. Kongo had removed the dreadlocks and grew in a snappy business cut. He still wore those wrap-arounds he had used in high school, and today was no exception. He’d take the sunglasses off later, but for now they were on.
“Daddy?” A small girl’s voice called from another room in the safe house. Kongo stopped and waited, knowing the owner of the voice would appear shortly. And surely enough a little girl with enormous boxy glasses and brown hair that was messy at the best of times. She walked across the foyer and wrapped her arms around Kongo’s legs, being too short to get them around his waist.
Kongo only spared the child a kind smile and ruffled her hair.
“Zomi, I have work to do.” Kongo reminded the girl. She didn’t let go.
“Nozomi!” Another voice cried, this one belonging to a female.
“Natsumi.” Kongo greeted the other woman.
“Nozomi, if your father has work, he has work.” Sakamoto Natsumi reminded her daughter.
“Okay.” Nozomi admitted with a nod and let go. She walked over to her mother’s side and looked up at her big, strong father. Kongo nodded to both girls, slipped on his shoes and was about to leave.
“…Daddy?” Nozomi asked, halting her father, “Hiru-chan can come over and play soon, right?”
“Yeah, of course.” Kongo assured his daughter with a smile then dashed out on his way. He got in his car and drove a very specific route away from his safe house and into the city. It did not take him long to get within walking distance of the Saburo household. He parked got out and went and had a look around.
Kongo’s first impression of the Saburo family was Emiko’s screaming. It was loud and pained. The closer he got to the house the louder not only Emiko’s cries were, but Saburo’s yelling became heard underneath it all.
Kongo looked around and decided the neighbors had issues if they hadn’t called the cops for this already. After a moment’s decision, Kongo leapt over the fence and had a look around the property. There was a large tree in the back which gave him a good view of the inside of the bedroom on the second floor. If those dolls were anything to go by, that room belonged to Emiko.
The first floor of the house had the typical living, kitchen (where the screaming was coming from), dinning room, and master bedroom. Peeking in the window there showed him an image of the bedridden and extremely ill Saburo Teru. Kongo had recalled the man while he had been well and shook his head. Somethings were just sad.
Kneeling down in one of the bushes, Kongo pulled his surveillance equipment out of his bag and started to bug the house. It wasn’t hard actually. Saburo Teru was too sick to really be aware of the world, Saburo Haruka was too busy screaming at her granddaughter, and the granddaughter was too busy crying. Once the equipment was in place and working, Kongo nodded to himself and left.
Well that’s what he was going to do when he heard violent banging against a window. Kongo was currently standing in the front yard, and little Emiko had managed to get away from her grandmother’s grip long enough to run into the living room and start banging on the window, screaming.
Kongo simply stared at the little girl, her pointy ears and black hair. Those big brown eyes full of tears. Unmistakably the daughter of Hiruma Youichi and she was unmistakably begging for help.
But what did Kongo owe that trash’s daughter? Nothing really. He was just using the girl to get back in touch with that trash. No more, no less.
So Kongo turned his back and left Emiko there, screaming, pounding and alone.
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What do you think of this doctor? And Agon in this chapter?
Title: Songs for Daddy
Rating: This chapter is rated T.
Summary: After receiving a phone call, Hiruma abandons his job, his football team, and his friends, disappearing into nothing. After several years pass, Mamori finds a strange girl in her Kindergarten class, a girl strange enough to have the only remaining connection to the missing quarterback….
Notes: I Don’t Care is by Fall Out Boy, I do not own it.
Links: To song on youtube: Video
To lyrics of song: Lyrics
To a list of chapter links: Links
To chapter 26: Here
Songs for Daddy
Chapter 27: I Don’t Care
Seeing Chizue was probably a psychological issue caused from the stresses of the mental damage she had wantonly inflicted on Hiruma in the few months he had gotten to really know her just before her death. Since Hiruma was definitely not going to trust his psyche and personal problems to a psychiatrist he didn’t know, he thought instead about going and seeing a physician who did know the back story for some advice. This meant there was only one real candidate: Masaki Atsushi, Hiruma’s current general practitioner and the practitioner for the entire Saburo family.
Arriving at the hospital, Hiruma took in the building’s general state. It wasn’t full of busy people puttering about almost panicking like usual. In fact, everyone was going slow and relaxed; it made Hiruma wonder if there was some marijuana was being used in the ventilation system. He exchanged a few words with the receptionist and waited, busying himself with reading one of the tacky gossip magazines while he waited for his name to be called.
Right when Hiruma decided he should burn the fucking magazine for rotting his brain, they called his name, sparing the magazine its long-needed removal from the face of this planet. He stuck his hands in his pockets and followed the fat nurse into the back rooms, stopping before the typical examination room door and being directed inside. Hiruma sat down on the bench and waited.
Thankfully Masaki was a prompt man. He came into the room a minute later and took a seat in his chair and looked at Hiruma curiously.
“It’s not like you to need a walk-in appointment,” Masaki observed, “what exactly is bothering you?”
When it came time to tell the doctor what was actually wrong Hiruma hesitated. Admitting weakness was never easy for Hiruma, especially this one.
“…I had a really vivid nightmare last night.” Hiruma explained.
“I don’t think I’m the person you should be talking to about nightmares.” Masaki frowned but his black eyes glittered slightly.
“Ch-chizue.” Hiruma admitted. “Chizue was raping me.”
Finalizing your defeat? Chizue’s voice whispered in his ear.
“Oh.” Masaki looked a little confused, but nodded anyways.
“And Emiko died.” Hiruma finished.
You killed her. Images from the dream accompanied the words this time.
“I’m still not exactly the right kind of doctor for this.” Masaki reminded Hiruma again. “Besides don’t we all have bad dreams?”
“…I don’t know anyone who spends all of the next day after having a bad dream seeing and hearing the subject of the dream over reality.” Hiruma gave Masaki an annoyed look.
“Seeing?” Masaki paused. “You think you’re hallucinating?”
“Not think, am.” Hiruma corrected.
So you are crazy in your head….
“Right now.” Hiruma almost growled. “She’s mocking me.”
“…Ah and you obviously want some relief for that.” Masaki nodded in understanding and wrote a few things down.
“I want her to stay dead.” Hiruma corrected.
You use my existence to the best of your ability then wish for my permanent death?
“Well I think there’s something I can give you to help with that,” Masaki announced with a happy smile and glittering eyes.
“Really?” Hiruma studied Masaki carefully. The man had been claiming he was the wrong doctor to talk to and was now clearly writing a prescription for medication.
“Here. This should help.” Masaki handed Hiruma a prescription notice. Hiruma nodded, thanked the doctor and left. As he walked back to his car, Hiruma frowned. He know a bit about medical chemicals and he knew a lot about mind-altering pleasure drugs (it was something one learned the blackmail business). Since he was recognizing a decent bit of the components of his prescription to have mind-altering effects….
For once, Hiruma wasn’t going to get that prescription filled.
Masaki, on the other hand, got on the phone.
“Saburo-sama, I believe your son-in-law might have a chemical addiction. LSD, by the looks of it.” Masaki explained worriedly to Saburo. “He told me he’s been hallucinating.”
Lysergic acid hydroxyethylamide, a form of LSD, was something both Hiruma and Masaki recognized in the prescription notice that Hiruma now had in his possession.
-Some undisclosed location, the next day-
Taking care of that waste of flesh called Taiki Watari had been easy. The man had so many medical issues it wasn’t even funny. All Kongo had to do was go inside the room glare at the man and he had enough of a heart attack that he’d be more than just hallucinating for the rest of his days.
So all that was left to do was to look at that trash’s in-laws and daughter. Kongo was told to bring his brother, the cop, with him, but he decided that his twin was not needed for this first venture. Currently he was dressing in his most discrete, civianesque clothes. Kongo had removed the dreadlocks and grew in a snappy business cut. He still wore those wrap-arounds he had used in high school, and today was no exception. He’d take the sunglasses off later, but for now they were on.
“Daddy?” A small girl’s voice called from another room in the safe house. Kongo stopped and waited, knowing the owner of the voice would appear shortly. And surely enough a little girl with enormous boxy glasses and brown hair that was messy at the best of times. She walked across the foyer and wrapped her arms around Kongo’s legs, being too short to get them around his waist.
Kongo only spared the child a kind smile and ruffled her hair.
“Zomi, I have work to do.” Kongo reminded the girl. She didn’t let go.
“Nozomi!” Another voice cried, this one belonging to a female.
“Natsumi.” Kongo greeted the other woman.
“Nozomi, if your father has work, he has work.” Sakamoto Natsumi reminded her daughter.
“Okay.” Nozomi admitted with a nod and let go. She walked over to her mother’s side and looked up at her big, strong father. Kongo nodded to both girls, slipped on his shoes and was about to leave.
“…Daddy?” Nozomi asked, halting her father, “Hiru-chan can come over and play soon, right?”
“Yeah, of course.” Kongo assured his daughter with a smile then dashed out on his way. He got in his car and drove a very specific route away from his safe house and into the city. It did not take him long to get within walking distance of the Saburo household. He parked got out and went and had a look around.
Kongo’s first impression of the Saburo family was Emiko’s screaming. It was loud and pained. The closer he got to the house the louder not only Emiko’s cries were, but Saburo’s yelling became heard underneath it all.
Kongo looked around and decided the neighbors had issues if they hadn’t called the cops for this already. After a moment’s decision, Kongo leapt over the fence and had a look around the property. There was a large tree in the back which gave him a good view of the inside of the bedroom on the second floor. If those dolls were anything to go by, that room belonged to Emiko.
The first floor of the house had the typical living, kitchen (where the screaming was coming from), dinning room, and master bedroom. Peeking in the window there showed him an image of the bedridden and extremely ill Saburo Teru. Kongo had recalled the man while he had been well and shook his head. Somethings were just sad.
Kneeling down in one of the bushes, Kongo pulled his surveillance equipment out of his bag and started to bug the house. It wasn’t hard actually. Saburo Teru was too sick to really be aware of the world, Saburo Haruka was too busy screaming at her granddaughter, and the granddaughter was too busy crying. Once the equipment was in place and working, Kongo nodded to himself and left.
Well that’s what he was going to do when he heard violent banging against a window. Kongo was currently standing in the front yard, and little Emiko had managed to get away from her grandmother’s grip long enough to run into the living room and start banging on the window, screaming.
Kongo simply stared at the little girl, her pointy ears and black hair. Those big brown eyes full of tears. Unmistakably the daughter of Hiruma Youichi and she was unmistakably begging for help.
But what did Kongo owe that trash’s daughter? Nothing really. He was just using the girl to get back in touch with that trash. No more, no less.
So Kongo turned his back and left Emiko there, screaming, pounding and alone.
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What do you think of this doctor? And Agon in this chapter?