[Bokurano] fic: Those Left Behind: Understand My Hate For You
I don't understand this character all that well, or the whole situation behind the tower. I think it shows. :'(
Oh, and I can't believe I never realized this, but just who was the new Dung Beetle at the end?? I think I missed something here, because I always thought he was some random new Dung Beetle, but if not, I have some reorganizing to do. (for my head canon of things)
This Write or Die program. I wonder if I should try it, haha. I...always write and end up rereading what I wrote countless times before I move on, which is why I can never write a lot.
Title: Those Left Behind: Understand My Hate for You
Day/Theme: Aug 23 Understand my hate for you
Series: Bokurano
Character/Pairing: Kanji's dad
Rating: PG
Notes: for 31_days. Manga canon with spoilers up to chapter 57.
Archive: LJ | ffnet
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"That building is very dangerous. Don't you ever go inside it."
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The man had been in the coffee shop for hours, nursing one cup of coffee that had turned lukewarm on him. He liked his coffee hot and scathing, not this wishy washy temperature that wasn't either extremity, but it was his fault for ignoring his coffee.
Instead of drinking his coffee, he had been lounging in his chair, casually watching the dismantling of the crooked tower that could be seen through the window next to him. The process of destroying the Chutenro Tower had gone on for several days already. He hadn't missed a single day. Even the waitresses had gotten used to his presence and had stopped pestering him for staying so long. It wasn't like they needed to turn him away. He was practically their only customer given the noise from the construction site that so many people couldn't stand. If things continued like this, the coffee shop would surely go out of business.
He leaned back and rested his arm on top of the chair next to him, smirk wide on his face as he watched the rubble fall. With the Chutenro Tower soon to be gone, this place was losing an important landmark. Business would have gone down regardless of the construction. It was too bad. The coffee here was actually acceptable as long as you drank it right away.
Watching the Chutenro Tower shatter into pieces was fascinating, almost as fascinating as building the tower itself had been. The tower had been a product of his imagination, the ultimate building that was the dream of any architect. He and his wife had been part of a team that had grand plans for the tower that should have revolutionized architecture, but instead, the tower became his wife's worst nightmare. The building, with their crazy, experimental designs, didn't past safety inspections. They somehow fudged past that, but she never stopped worrying.
She never stopped worrying until she finally couldn't stand it anymore.
She jumped. From that height, the fall must not have been quick.
Had she thought that would have made people reconsider the danger of the building?
Not a fat chance.
She had been too kind, too thoughtful, too considerate of others. What did safety matter in the face of revolution? The Chutenro Tower was dangerous. That was why it was beautiful. If not for the danger it presented, he wouldn't have loved the tower as much as his son hated it. It would have only been yet another typical building.
There was only a thin line between love and hatred, these two equally strong feelings. His son hated the building, yet he did everything he could to protect it. Chutenro Tower was supposed to be fragile. That was what had driven his wife mad, but even with the tremors the black monster created, just like an unrelenting artificial earthquake, the Chutenro Tower didn't collapse. Kanji really should have rammed that black monster into the tower a few times for good measure. He bet the tower would have stayed standing.
The Chutenro Tower wasn't that delicate. He had made sure of that. People just didn't think it possible.
Kanji resembled his mother a lot. He had been a sentimental fool who could have chosen anywhere else as his battlefield, but he just had to chose to be near this tower that he hated. Had he thought he'd understand his mother more this way? Had he also thought his death would make people reconsider the danger of the building?
Where his wife had failed, his son succeeded. Neither of them had consulted him or asked him for help.
The man in the coffee shop grabbed his coffee and chugged it down.
It was stale.
He waved one of the waitresses over. She was wearing, of all things, a gas mask in fear of all the possible toxic fumes from the construction. Really, people just didn't know how to appreciate the beauty of danger these days.
He tossed his money at her and left.
He'd be back again tomorrow.
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the end
Oh, and I can't believe I never realized this, but just who was the new Dung Beetle at the end?? I think I missed something here, because I always thought he was some random new Dung Beetle, but if not, I have some reorganizing to do. (for my head canon of things)
This Write or Die program. I wonder if I should try it, haha. I...always write and end up rereading what I wrote countless times before I move on, which is why I can never write a lot.
Title: Those Left Behind: Understand My Hate for You
Day/Theme: Aug 23 Understand my hate for you
Series: Bokurano
Character/Pairing: Kanji's dad
Rating: PG
Notes: for 31_days. Manga canon with spoilers up to chapter 57.
Archive: LJ | ffnet
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"That building is very dangerous. Don't you ever go inside it."
-----
The man had been in the coffee shop for hours, nursing one cup of coffee that had turned lukewarm on him. He liked his coffee hot and scathing, not this wishy washy temperature that wasn't either extremity, but it was his fault for ignoring his coffee.
Instead of drinking his coffee, he had been lounging in his chair, casually watching the dismantling of the crooked tower that could be seen through the window next to him. The process of destroying the Chutenro Tower had gone on for several days already. He hadn't missed a single day. Even the waitresses had gotten used to his presence and had stopped pestering him for staying so long. It wasn't like they needed to turn him away. He was practically their only customer given the noise from the construction site that so many people couldn't stand. If things continued like this, the coffee shop would surely go out of business.
He leaned back and rested his arm on top of the chair next to him, smirk wide on his face as he watched the rubble fall. With the Chutenro Tower soon to be gone, this place was losing an important landmark. Business would have gone down regardless of the construction. It was too bad. The coffee here was actually acceptable as long as you drank it right away.
Watching the Chutenro Tower shatter into pieces was fascinating, almost as fascinating as building the tower itself had been. The tower had been a product of his imagination, the ultimate building that was the dream of any architect. He and his wife had been part of a team that had grand plans for the tower that should have revolutionized architecture, but instead, the tower became his wife's worst nightmare. The building, with their crazy, experimental designs, didn't past safety inspections. They somehow fudged past that, but she never stopped worrying.
She never stopped worrying until she finally couldn't stand it anymore.
She jumped. From that height, the fall must not have been quick.
Had she thought that would have made people reconsider the danger of the building?
Not a fat chance.
She had been too kind, too thoughtful, too considerate of others. What did safety matter in the face of revolution? The Chutenro Tower was dangerous. That was why it was beautiful. If not for the danger it presented, he wouldn't have loved the tower as much as his son hated it. It would have only been yet another typical building.
There was only a thin line between love and hatred, these two equally strong feelings. His son hated the building, yet he did everything he could to protect it. Chutenro Tower was supposed to be fragile. That was what had driven his wife mad, but even with the tremors the black monster created, just like an unrelenting artificial earthquake, the Chutenro Tower didn't collapse. Kanji really should have rammed that black monster into the tower a few times for good measure. He bet the tower would have stayed standing.
The Chutenro Tower wasn't that delicate. He had made sure of that. People just didn't think it possible.
Kanji resembled his mother a lot. He had been a sentimental fool who could have chosen anywhere else as his battlefield, but he just had to chose to be near this tower that he hated. Had he thought he'd understand his mother more this way? Had he also thought his death would make people reconsider the danger of the building?
Where his wife had failed, his son succeeded. Neither of them had consulted him or asked him for help.
The man in the coffee shop grabbed his coffee and chugged it down.
It was stale.
He waved one of the waitresses over. She was wearing, of all things, a gas mask in fear of all the possible toxic fumes from the construction. Really, people just didn't know how to appreciate the beauty of danger these days.
He tossed his money at her and left.
He'd be back again tomorrow.
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the end