In which I get crazy posting #5
Title: Never gonna be alone
Pairing: Hayato centric
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Sad but true.
Rating: G
A/N: B'day fic for the incredibly amazing fingeredheart because she is also very special and gets two too. Two fail fics = a slightly less crappier present? Not really in this case because fics were even worse but still D: Based on a song of the same title by Nickelback. Lyrics here and song here.
It is not a topic Hayato likes talking about. He never brings it up, and never allows anyone to talk about it, even though he does not need to worry about it; nobody ever brings it up. In fact, nobody remembers her expect for Ryu, and Ryu knows Hayato all too well.
Hayato was only six when his mother died. He does not remember her face quite as clearly anymore. He can see her on the pictures at home, but he doesn’t remember her smile when she played with him, her frown when he did something wrong or the bliss on her face when she looked at Taku. He thinks he should have gotten used to it already, but sometimes when he thinks about it he feels a painful clench at his heart.
He had never been lonelier than right after his mother died. He still had his friends around him, but they were all too young to understand how he felt, even though they tried to cheer him up when their parents told them to. Hayato remembers clearly how he used to envy them when their clothes were always ironed and their hair neatly combed, unlike his messy bangs and his shirts that his father did not have time to iron. There was a time when he refused to eat in the classroom with his classmates, because he did not want to bring his conbini food out in front of the others’ prettily arranged homemade lunch boxes. He hated how all the other kids would wave goodbye at him with big smiles as their mothers took them home, while he had to wait for his father and his old truck, always late.
When he was younger, Hayato used to blame his father. Because maybe he could have been more careful, maybe he could have taken care of her better, could have not let her die. Maybe, if she had been around, Hayato would not have turned out into what everybody called an useless brat, maybe he would have studied and been a good boy, if he had had the goal to make her proud. It got worse as he grew into a teenager and directed all his rage and frustration toward his father, because his mother had left them and he missed her and could only blame the man.
Hayato is not sure on when his mind started to change, but he starts to notice the toll life has taken on his father. The man does not longer look as imposing as he did when Hayato was a kid. His laughter is not that loud, his smile is not that bright and the hair on his head has started to fall. Hayato knows he often suffers from intense backaches, and everytime it gets harder to ride the truck again and remain hours in the same position, forcing his back and his sight. But he still does it, again and again, because it is the only way he knows to take care of his sons, and he promised her he would.
Hayato realizes how selfish he has been, in how many levels he had been wrong. Taku is still too young, and he has been turning his back on his father for too long now, leaving the man alone, with no one to turn for support. He knows his father would have never tried to rely on his son, but Hayato is old enough to have noticed it early and offered the support the man needed by his own volution. For the first time he thinks about what he has done, and the guilt hits him hard.
On the fourtheen anniversary of his mother’s death, Hayato tells his friends he is busy and leaves right after his job is over. He stops by a conbini, buys a stack of beers and heads straight to his house. He finds a note of Taku reading he has gone to karaoke and will be back late, so he only cooks dinner for two. His father arrives a few hours later, looking as tired and lonely as ever as he throws himself onto the couch. He seems surprised when Hayato brings the plates to the living room and hands him a beer, plopping down besides him with a soft smile and turning the TV on.
Neither of them say anything as Hayato draps an arm over his father’s shoulders, squeezing lightly. He hears the man’s happy sigh and smiles, taking another gulp from his beer. They are both ignoring the news, looking only at the picture of his mother that stands on the coffee table. Hayato nods at her, an almost imperceptible motion with his head, and tells her that it is alright now, because he is not going to leave his father feel lonely ever again.
Pairing: Hayato centric
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Sad but true.
Rating: G
A/N: B'day fic for the incredibly amazing fingeredheart because she is also very special and gets two too. Two fail fics = a slightly less crappier present? Not really in this case because fics were even worse but still D: Based on a song of the same title by Nickelback. Lyrics here and song here.
It is not a topic Hayato likes talking about. He never brings it up, and never allows anyone to talk about it, even though he does not need to worry about it; nobody ever brings it up. In fact, nobody remembers her expect for Ryu, and Ryu knows Hayato all too well.
Hayato was only six when his mother died. He does not remember her face quite as clearly anymore. He can see her on the pictures at home, but he doesn’t remember her smile when she played with him, her frown when he did something wrong or the bliss on her face when she looked at Taku. He thinks he should have gotten used to it already, but sometimes when he thinks about it he feels a painful clench at his heart.
He had never been lonelier than right after his mother died. He still had his friends around him, but they were all too young to understand how he felt, even though they tried to cheer him up when their parents told them to. Hayato remembers clearly how he used to envy them when their clothes were always ironed and their hair neatly combed, unlike his messy bangs and his shirts that his father did not have time to iron. There was a time when he refused to eat in the classroom with his classmates, because he did not want to bring his conbini food out in front of the others’ prettily arranged homemade lunch boxes. He hated how all the other kids would wave goodbye at him with big smiles as their mothers took them home, while he had to wait for his father and his old truck, always late.
When he was younger, Hayato used to blame his father. Because maybe he could have been more careful, maybe he could have taken care of her better, could have not let her die. Maybe, if she had been around, Hayato would not have turned out into what everybody called an useless brat, maybe he would have studied and been a good boy, if he had had the goal to make her proud. It got worse as he grew into a teenager and directed all his rage and frustration toward his father, because his mother had left them and he missed her and could only blame the man.
Hayato is not sure on when his mind started to change, but he starts to notice the toll life has taken on his father. The man does not longer look as imposing as he did when Hayato was a kid. His laughter is not that loud, his smile is not that bright and the hair on his head has started to fall. Hayato knows he often suffers from intense backaches, and everytime it gets harder to ride the truck again and remain hours in the same position, forcing his back and his sight. But he still does it, again and again, because it is the only way he knows to take care of his sons, and he promised her he would.
Hayato realizes how selfish he has been, in how many levels he had been wrong. Taku is still too young, and he has been turning his back on his father for too long now, leaving the man alone, with no one to turn for support. He knows his father would have never tried to rely on his son, but Hayato is old enough to have noticed it early and offered the support the man needed by his own volution. For the first time he thinks about what he has done, and the guilt hits him hard.
On the fourtheen anniversary of his mother’s death, Hayato tells his friends he is busy and leaves right after his job is over. He stops by a conbini, buys a stack of beers and heads straight to his house. He finds a note of Taku reading he has gone to karaoke and will be back late, so he only cooks dinner for two. His father arrives a few hours later, looking as tired and lonely as ever as he throws himself onto the couch. He seems surprised when Hayato brings the plates to the living room and hands him a beer, plopping down besides him with a soft smile and turning the TV on.
Neither of them say anything as Hayato draps an arm over his father’s shoulders, squeezing lightly. He hears the man’s happy sigh and smiles, taking another gulp from his beer. They are both ignoring the news, looking only at the picture of his mother that stands on the coffee table. Hayato nods at her, an almost imperceptible motion with his head, and tells her that it is alright now, because he is not going to leave his father feel lonely ever again.