BLACK CHERRY / オヤジへ
Title: オヤジへ (Oyaji he) [To My Old Man]
Fandom: BLACK CHERRY
Prompt: 005. Son
Word Count: 956
Rating: PG
Summary: Pride has taught him never to forgive. Not his father, nor even himself.
Author's Notes: Wah, the drabbles have (momentarily) returned! A more serious side to our beloved Shin-chan D:
~ Good parents give their children roots and wings;
Roots to know where home is,
Wings to fly away and exercise what's been taught them
-- Jonas Salk ~
005. son
Only the sound of his lighter flickering would temporarily break the silence of the room as he took a deep whiff of his cigarette. The silvery smoke rose in the air and disappeared. He leaned further on the couch and propped up a leg on the glass table in front of him.
The silence and the darkness of the room would've made him forget he was not alone. A girl was sleeping quietly on the bed in front of him, spent from three hours ago. For a few minutes he remained watching her barely discernible figure, then shifted his gaze to the cellphone beside his foot.
Shiine reached for the phone, barely reading through the twelve other messages from Junko, Misa-chan, and Aya. He searched for her number instead and brought the mobile to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Yo," he began, tapping his cigarette on the ashtray in front of him.
"Shin?" His cousin's signature voice said on the other line. "What's up?"
"Nothing," he shrugged, pursing his lips. "Where are you right now?"
"Oh, I'm at a bar with friends," she said, the noisy background speaking for itself. "You?"
"Hotel," he drawled.
"Let me guess," He smiled at her playful tone as he leaned back to the couch and crossed his legs. "With Tomoko-chan!"
"Wrong," he smirked. "Does it matter?"
"Damn, got it wrong again," she muttered. "When will you ever settle down with one girl?"
"I take only one girl seriously."
"Who?"
He grinned. "You."
Haruki laughed on the other line. "You need something from me again, don't you?"
"Ah, you know me best," he sighed, looking up at the ceiling. "Let's meet up. I want to get out of here."
"Sorry, I promised I'd still go karaoke with them after this," she contritely said. "I have to go now. I'll talk to you later, okay?"
Shin frowned. "I hate you."
"I'm really sorry!" she laughed. "I'll make it up to you, I promise!"
Even when all he could hear was the beeping line, he kept his gaze to the ceiling. He dropped his mobile to the couch in resignation and closed his eyes with a tired sigh. He had only considered dragging himself out of his chair when his cellphone began to vibrate.
He quickly picked it up, thankful that Haruki had changed her mind, until with a grim frown he realized it was not her but Shinji who was calling.
Shin remained looking at the blinking screen in front of him. His brother had not called in a while. Surely there must be something wrong again. He considered not answering it, but curiosity got the better of him.
"What?" he barked, looking at the window. He heard the girl shift under the bedcovers.
"Niisan," The voice of his younger brother replied back to him. "Hey, how are you?"
"What do you want?" he snarled, standing up and walking to the window. "I told you not to call unless it's important."
"Don't talk like that," The boy frowned. "I just called to see how you were doing."
"I'm fine," he spat, putting a hand to his hip as he impatiently looked at the Tokyo skyline twenty-three floors below him. "Is that all? I'm hanging up now."
"Dad's sick again."
Shin fell silent. His gaze turned coldly irate at the window.
"Is that what you're calling for?" he growled. "What, are you guys broke now? Do you want me to send money? Fine, I'll give you money. How much?"
"Niisan," His brother's voice fell stern. "Please."
"Well, then what the fuck do you want?" he demanded, barely able to control his voice.
"When are you visiting home again?" Shinji whispered. "Mom and Shuuya miss you too."
Shin scoffed out loud. "Bullshit. You're the only one who bothers to keep pestering me."
"Can't you just put everything behind for once?" The boy pleaded. "Come back home. Dad's getting worse."
"That old man doesn't want me around anymore, remember?" he snarled. "Stop calling me. I don't give a fuck about him, or anyone of you."
"Niisan, please--"
Shin hung up and threw his cellphone to the carpet floor in irritation. It fell in a barely audible thud.
"Damn it," he muttered, putting his arms to the windowsill and lowering his head. "Fuck you all."
So what if that geezer was getting worse? It served him right, dying pathetically that way. No one had the gall to ask him to come back home after what that man did to him. His father had no right after everything.
I didn't send you to Tokyo to join some stupid band! What are you doing with your life?! Is that the kind of example you want your brothers to follow?! Will your guitar feed you?!
Shin gritted his teeth in contempt. I am where I am now, and I never needed you to get there.
Shin closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the window. He had already proved his father wrong, and that was all he needed. His band no longer played in those busted out, near-empty clubs. They played in sold-out halls now, and his father could play blind and deaf all he wanted. They were famous now, in the magazines and on the radio.
Even after you're dead, we'll remain famous.
Shin picked up his cellphone and dialed a number.
"Shut up, Haruki," he growled as he grabbed his jacket to leave the room. "You're meeting up with me now whether you like it or not."
He cut off the line before she could protest as he wore his jacket over his shoulders and walked down the hotel hallway.
Just be proud of me. That's all I want now.
終り
Ohoho. Emotive Shin-chan. I am on a roll tonight w00t.
I need to get a life soon =__=
Fandom: BLACK CHERRY
Prompt: 005. Son
Word Count: 956
Rating: PG
Summary: Pride has taught him never to forgive. Not his father, nor even himself.
Author's Notes: Wah, the drabbles have (momentarily) returned! A more serious side to our beloved Shin-chan D:
~ Good parents give their children roots and wings;
Roots to know where home is,
Wings to fly away and exercise what's been taught them
-- Jonas Salk ~
005. son
Only the sound of his lighter flickering would temporarily break the silence of the room as he took a deep whiff of his cigarette. The silvery smoke rose in the air and disappeared. He leaned further on the couch and propped up a leg on the glass table in front of him.
The silence and the darkness of the room would've made him forget he was not alone. A girl was sleeping quietly on the bed in front of him, spent from three hours ago. For a few minutes he remained watching her barely discernible figure, then shifted his gaze to the cellphone beside his foot.
Shiine reached for the phone, barely reading through the twelve other messages from Junko, Misa-chan, and Aya. He searched for her number instead and brought the mobile to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Yo," he began, tapping his cigarette on the ashtray in front of him.
"Shin?" His cousin's signature voice said on the other line. "What's up?"
"Nothing," he shrugged, pursing his lips. "Where are you right now?"
"Oh, I'm at a bar with friends," she said, the noisy background speaking for itself. "You?"
"Hotel," he drawled.
"Let me guess," He smiled at her playful tone as he leaned back to the couch and crossed his legs. "With Tomoko-chan!"
"Wrong," he smirked. "Does it matter?"
"Damn, got it wrong again," she muttered. "When will you ever settle down with one girl?"
"I take only one girl seriously."
"Who?"
He grinned. "You."
Haruki laughed on the other line. "You need something from me again, don't you?"
"Ah, you know me best," he sighed, looking up at the ceiling. "Let's meet up. I want to get out of here."
"Sorry, I promised I'd still go karaoke with them after this," she contritely said. "I have to go now. I'll talk to you later, okay?"
Shin frowned. "I hate you."
"I'm really sorry!" she laughed. "I'll make it up to you, I promise!"
Even when all he could hear was the beeping line, he kept his gaze to the ceiling. He dropped his mobile to the couch in resignation and closed his eyes with a tired sigh. He had only considered dragging himself out of his chair when his cellphone began to vibrate.
He quickly picked it up, thankful that Haruki had changed her mind, until with a grim frown he realized it was not her but Shinji who was calling.
Shin remained looking at the blinking screen in front of him. His brother had not called in a while. Surely there must be something wrong again. He considered not answering it, but curiosity got the better of him.
"What?" he barked, looking at the window. He heard the girl shift under the bedcovers.
"Niisan," The voice of his younger brother replied back to him. "Hey, how are you?"
"What do you want?" he snarled, standing up and walking to the window. "I told you not to call unless it's important."
"Don't talk like that," The boy frowned. "I just called to see how you were doing."
"I'm fine," he spat, putting a hand to his hip as he impatiently looked at the Tokyo skyline twenty-three floors below him. "Is that all? I'm hanging up now."
"Dad's sick again."
Shin fell silent. His gaze turned coldly irate at the window.
"Is that what you're calling for?" he growled. "What, are you guys broke now? Do you want me to send money? Fine, I'll give you money. How much?"
"Niisan," His brother's voice fell stern. "Please."
"Well, then what the fuck do you want?" he demanded, barely able to control his voice.
"When are you visiting home again?" Shinji whispered. "Mom and Shuuya miss you too."
Shin scoffed out loud. "Bullshit. You're the only one who bothers to keep pestering me."
"Can't you just put everything behind for once?" The boy pleaded. "Come back home. Dad's getting worse."
"That old man doesn't want me around anymore, remember?" he snarled. "Stop calling me. I don't give a fuck about him, or anyone of you."
"Niisan, please--"
Shin hung up and threw his cellphone to the carpet floor in irritation. It fell in a barely audible thud.
"Damn it," he muttered, putting his arms to the windowsill and lowering his head. "Fuck you all."
So what if that geezer was getting worse? It served him right, dying pathetically that way. No one had the gall to ask him to come back home after what that man did to him. His father had no right after everything.
I didn't send you to Tokyo to join some stupid band! What are you doing with your life?! Is that the kind of example you want your brothers to follow?! Will your guitar feed you?!
Shin gritted his teeth in contempt. I am where I am now, and I never needed you to get there.
Shin closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the window. He had already proved his father wrong, and that was all he needed. His band no longer played in those busted out, near-empty clubs. They played in sold-out halls now, and his father could play blind and deaf all he wanted. They were famous now, in the magazines and on the radio.
Even after you're dead, we'll remain famous.
Shin picked up his cellphone and dialed a number.
"Shut up, Haruki," he growled as he grabbed his jacket to leave the room. "You're meeting up with me now whether you like it or not."
He cut off the line before she could protest as he wore his jacket over his shoulders and walked down the hotel hallway.
Just be proud of me. That's all I want now.
終り
Ohoho. Emotive Shin-chan. I am on a roll tonight w00t.
I need to get a life soon =__=