Songs for Daddy- Chapter 12: Drive
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: Drive is by Incubus, I do not own it.
Links: To song on youtube: www.youtube.com/watch
To lyrics of song: www.metrolyrics.com/drive-lyrics-incubus.html
To a list of chapter links: bar-ohki.livejournal.com/10704.html
To chapter 11: bar-ohki.livejournal.com/12918.html
Songs for Daddy
Chapter 12: Drive
To Anezaki’s surprise, Kobayakawa arrived that Saturday. Apparently the news about Hiruma had been weighing heavily enough on Kobayakawa’s mind that it was interfering with his performance at practice. The coach had ordered Kobayakawa to go to Japan and deal with whatever this family issue was and come back as soon as possible. Not that Anezaki wasn’t grateful for the help, but she wasn’t exactly expecting to spend four hours in traffic trying to pick Kobayakawa up from the airport.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call yesterday, Mamo-nee.” Kobayakawa gave her a little bow, as he always did.
“It’s okay.” Anezaki assured him. “I was a bit busy yesterday anyways.”
“Did something happen?” Kobayakawa asked as the two walked down to the baggage claim to pick up his suitcase.
“…Well I was going to meet with Musashi and Kurita about Hiruma,” Anezaki began, “when Hiruma wanted to meet with me.”
“He reached out to you?” Kobayakawa frowned, trying to figure out what the action meant.
“He was trying to keep me from telling Kurita and Musashi.” Anezaki explained.
“What did he say exactly?” Kobayakawa asked. Anezaki recounted the conversation the best she could.
“‘This is her peace’ and that’s when Musashi and Kurita came in and he ran off.” Anezaki finished. Kobayakawa picked up his suitcase and the two headed towards the parking lot.
“…Hmm.” Kobayakawa nodded slowly, digesting the information. “Could you explain exactly how he got a daughter again?”
“Oh sure!” Anezaki quickly explained everything she knew about Emiko, Hiruma, Chizue, and the Saburo family as the two made their way into Anezaki’s car. Kobayakawa sat and listened quietly while she drove out of the airport and towards her apartment.
“Do you know where Hiruma-san currently lives?” Kobayakawa asked at the end of the explanation.
“Yes-” Anezaki wasn’t able to ask her question as Kobayakawa cut her off.
“Take me there.” Kobayakawa requested. “…I need to talk to Hiruma-san personally.”
“Okay.” Anezaki had looked into Kobayakawa’s big brown eyes and saw all she needed. Physically, Kobayakawa was muscular and trim, as an athlete should be. He had unruly chocolate brown hair and big brown eyes that revealed all of Kobayakawa’s thoughts and emotions. Right now he was filled with that stubborn determination Anezaki only saw him display around football. Kobayakawa was going to do something about Hiruma, come hell or high water.
The rest of the car trip was spent talking about Kobayakawa’s son: Akira Jarvis Kobayakawa, or AJ. Because he now lived in the United States as a full citizen, Kobayakawa and his wife had decided to give their son a western name and a more traditional Japanese name. That way AJ could go by Jarvis or AJ in America and not get teased for having an eastern name since no one would call him by his last name, while if AJ went to Japan he could be Kobayakawa or Akira as needed. Most of the time Kobayakawa’s son went by AJ.
“He’s started the most horrible game!” Kobayakawa gasped. “Every time we go out in public, he bolts off the moment we let go of him, right into some crowd!”
“Oh my!” Anezaki gasped.
“He’s almost as fast as me!” Kobayakawa complained. “And he can get in such tight places! Hii! It’s such a hassle to get catch him sometimes!”
“Suzuna must have a really hard time keeping up with you two!” Anezaki pointed out wisely, feeling a little sorry for Kobayakawa and his wife.
“Actually, she just stands there and laughs.” Kobayakawa sighed. “AJ never runs off when it’s just him and her.”
“I bet he wants to be like you.” Anezaki chuckled.
“I don’t mind that he wants to run with me, just not in public like that.” Kobayakawa moaned.
“We’re here.” Anezaki announced as she stopped the car in front of the apartment building.
“What number?” Kobayakawa asked her.
“6021.” Anezaki answered. “I’m going to park over at the city park two blocks north of here, okay?”
“Okay.” Kobayakawa nodded and turned to face the building. It was an extremely tall building and looked fairly nice and fancy. Certainly more fancy than Kobayakawa’s stained sweat suit he had been wearing on the airplane. Squaring his shoulders, Kobayakawa walked into the building and took the elevator up to the 60th floor. As Kobayakawa had correctly guessed, the first two numbers of the apartment number matched the floor it was on. Walking down the lilac corridor revealed cream doors that had last names and numbers on them. Hiruma’s door was no exception. His also included what appeared to be green crayon marks, a clear sign that a child had been by.
Kobayakawa knocked on Hiruma’s door and waited. He heard barking on the other side and some muffled cursing that went something on the lines of ‘shut up, damn dog!’. A small part of Kobayakawa’s mind was afraid of Hiruma’s dog and prayed it wasn’t anything like the late Cerberus (who had been on hell of a dog). Carefully, Kobayakawa readied himself to rush, knowing that Hiruma would probably try to shut him out.
Hiruma opened the door, still dressed in red pajamas despite the late hour. Kobayakawa rushed past Hiruma, picking up the small brown dog to keep from tripping over it or having it escape into the hall. Kobayakawa cut into the living room and dove for the fat chair before Hiruma had a chance to register who it had been at his door.
“The fuck!?” Hiruma roared, clearly upset by the sudden invasion. The front door slammed shut and Kobayakawa held up the dog and looked into its large eyes.
“Hii…. I think your master’s about to kill me….” Kobayakawa muttered at the sound of a gun’s safety being released. Kobayakawa set the dog on the ground, which just stared at him with a cocked head.
“Fucking shrimp!?” Hiruma stared down the top of his rifle to look down at Kobayakawa, who was crashed rather spectacularly on his couch. Kobayakawa was currently upside down with his legs up in the air while his back and shoulders were down on the couch.
“H-hi!” Kobayakawa managed a nervous smile. “I-I thought I’d stop by since I was in town.”
“…And how the hell did you find my place?” Hiruma demanded, lowering his gun.
“Mamori-neechan told me.” Kobayakawa answered as he righted himself on the couch. Hiruma glared at Kobayakawa.
“Get out.”
“No.” Kobayakawa was firm and determined as he stood up and looked Hiruma in the eye.
“I didn’t invite you into my home, get the fuck out!” Hiruma demanded, taking an aggressive step forward. Kobayakawa said nothing then dashed forward, punching Hiruma across the face. The suddenness and force of the blow was enough to send Hiruma sprawling onto the floor.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done!?” Kobayakawa bellowed, standing over Hiruma.
Hiruma simply stared, his body shaking from fear and intimidation. Kobayakawa fell to his knees beside Hiruma and pulled the shaking man up into a tight, warm hug. Hiruma was shocked by this and stiffened, unable to relax.
“You made us so worried….” Kobayakawa explained, sounding slightly emotional. “We thought you got killed by a rebellious slave or something….” Unconsciously, Kobayakawa was rubbing Hiruma’s back in a comforting, fatherly manner. And somehow Hiruma found himself relaxing, despite the growing pain in his cheek.
Hiruma’s mouth failed to form a response, so he just made a funny half-grunt, half-sob.
“I’m glad you’re safe.” Kobayakawa admitted. “And I hear that Emiko is beautiful and wonderful too.”
Hiruma stiffened again.
“You did it to protect her, right?” Kobayakawa understood. “I might have done the same thing with my son if I had been in your place.”
“Eh?” Hiruma managed.
“So, I forgive you. So do the others.” Kobayakawa told Hiruma simply.
‘I’m forgiven?’ Hiruma realized after a moment; that fact alone made a lot of his insecurities and absurd assumptions seem nothing but silly. Hiruma finally felt Kobayakawa’s fatherly hand rub circles on his back. For the first time in a long time, Hiruma felt comforted and secure. It was as if the last six years had been some long, strange dream from which he had just woken up.
Chizue barked loudly, bringing both Hiruma and Kobayakawa back into reality. The reality that Kobayakawa’s manhandling hadn’t been gentile and hurt, the reality that Chizue needed to be fed, and the reality that Emiko needed help now.
“Ungh.” Hiruma muttered as he pulled himself off the shorter man’s shoulder. “Fucking dog wants food.”
“Mm.” Kobayakawa nodded, releasing Hiruma fully. He silently watched his old friend walk into the back of the apartment. A bit curious Sena followed Hiruma into the kitchen. It looked like Emiko had run around with crayons on more than one occasion, there were marks of her having been by. On one corner of the wall there was a drawing of figure that bore a decent resemblance to Hiruma throwing a football.
The sound of kibble hitting a metal bowl reminded Kobayakawa to finish making his way into the kitchen. Hiruma had turned on the coffee maker and was currently putting the bowl down for the dog. Kobayakawa sat down at the kitchen table eyeing Chizue with relief.
“Your new dog isn’t at all like Cerberus.” Kobayakawa observed.
“I didn’t want a violent dog around my girl.” Hiruma answered. “Cerberus would have tried attacking her at some point, that fucker attacked everything.”
“…Is your face okay?” Kobayakawa asked.
“It will be.” Hiruma rolled his eyes and got out some ice. “I fucking deserved it.”
The two fell into silence that wasn’t broken until the coffee maker chimed. Hiruma poured himself a glass and glanced at Kobayakawa.
“I think I’ll go now.” Kobayakawa announced. Hiruma didn’t pour him coffee.
“Don’t you have a game today?” Hiruma asked, eyeing the calendar.
“…Worrying about your situation was affecting my performance.” Kobayakawa admitted. “I’m on coach’s orders to go ‘deal with it’.
“Fuck.” Hiruma muttered, running a hand through his hair.
“You shouldn’t be worrying about me,” Kobayakawa scolded Hiruma lightly, “you should be worrying about yourself right now.”
Hiruma didn’t say anything because Kobayakawa was right.
“…How long will you be in town?” Hiruma asked.
“Not too long I think,” Kobayakawa admitted, “I’ve done my part and besides, I want to get back to AJ.”
“AJ?” Hiruma raised an eyebrow.
“My son.” Kobayakawa told Hiruma with a smile. “And you have your own daughter to get back to too.”
“Yeah.” Hiruma understood.
“I’m sorry about barging in.” Kobayakawa bowed slightly. “Have a nice day.” Quickly Kobayakawa made his way to the entry way, faintly aware that Hiruma was following him. Right as he opened the door, Hiruma kicked him on the ass, hard.
After recovering from being sent sprawling across the floor, Kobayakawa turned and looked around to see a smirking Hiruma. The apartment door shut and Kobayakawa burst out laughing. He ran out of the apartment, a dumb smile on his face.
Hiruma stood inside his apartment, threw back his head.
“Ya-ha!” Hiruma bellowed, shedding the last of his fears like a rag. He’d needed that punch for a while now, he’d needed to know his friends still gave a fuck and were willing to forgive.
Chizue came bounding over and barked at him, content.
“Quit acting all smug, it was fucking shrimp’s work.” Hiruma glared at the dog.
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Ya-ha! Hiruma wakes up!
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: Drive is by Incubus, I do not own it.
Links: To song on youtube: www.youtube.com/watch
To lyrics of song: www.metrolyrics.com/drive-lyrics-incubus.html
To a list of chapter links: bar-ohki.livejournal.com/10704.html
To chapter 11: bar-ohki.livejournal.com/12918.html
Songs for Daddy
Chapter 12: Drive
To Anezaki’s surprise, Kobayakawa arrived that Saturday. Apparently the news about Hiruma had been weighing heavily enough on Kobayakawa’s mind that it was interfering with his performance at practice. The coach had ordered Kobayakawa to go to Japan and deal with whatever this family issue was and come back as soon as possible. Not that Anezaki wasn’t grateful for the help, but she wasn’t exactly expecting to spend four hours in traffic trying to pick Kobayakawa up from the airport.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call yesterday, Mamo-nee.” Kobayakawa gave her a little bow, as he always did.
“It’s okay.” Anezaki assured him. “I was a bit busy yesterday anyways.”
“Did something happen?” Kobayakawa asked as the two walked down to the baggage claim to pick up his suitcase.
“…Well I was going to meet with Musashi and Kurita about Hiruma,” Anezaki began, “when Hiruma wanted to meet with me.”
“He reached out to you?” Kobayakawa frowned, trying to figure out what the action meant.
“He was trying to keep me from telling Kurita and Musashi.” Anezaki explained.
“What did he say exactly?” Kobayakawa asked. Anezaki recounted the conversation the best she could.
“‘This is her peace’ and that’s when Musashi and Kurita came in and he ran off.” Anezaki finished. Kobayakawa picked up his suitcase and the two headed towards the parking lot.
“…Hmm.” Kobayakawa nodded slowly, digesting the information. “Could you explain exactly how he got a daughter again?”
“Oh sure!” Anezaki quickly explained everything she knew about Emiko, Hiruma, Chizue, and the Saburo family as the two made their way into Anezaki’s car. Kobayakawa sat and listened quietly while she drove out of the airport and towards her apartment.
“Do you know where Hiruma-san currently lives?” Kobayakawa asked at the end of the explanation.
“Yes-” Anezaki wasn’t able to ask her question as Kobayakawa cut her off.
“Take me there.” Kobayakawa requested. “…I need to talk to Hiruma-san personally.”
“Okay.” Anezaki had looked into Kobayakawa’s big brown eyes and saw all she needed. Physically, Kobayakawa was muscular and trim, as an athlete should be. He had unruly chocolate brown hair and big brown eyes that revealed all of Kobayakawa’s thoughts and emotions. Right now he was filled with that stubborn determination Anezaki only saw him display around football. Kobayakawa was going to do something about Hiruma, come hell or high water.
The rest of the car trip was spent talking about Kobayakawa’s son: Akira Jarvis Kobayakawa, or AJ. Because he now lived in the United States as a full citizen, Kobayakawa and his wife had decided to give their son a western name and a more traditional Japanese name. That way AJ could go by Jarvis or AJ in America and not get teased for having an eastern name since no one would call him by his last name, while if AJ went to Japan he could be Kobayakawa or Akira as needed. Most of the time Kobayakawa’s son went by AJ.
“He’s started the most horrible game!” Kobayakawa gasped. “Every time we go out in public, he bolts off the moment we let go of him, right into some crowd!”
“Oh my!” Anezaki gasped.
“He’s almost as fast as me!” Kobayakawa complained. “And he can get in such tight places! Hii! It’s such a hassle to get catch him sometimes!”
“Suzuna must have a really hard time keeping up with you two!” Anezaki pointed out wisely, feeling a little sorry for Kobayakawa and his wife.
“Actually, she just stands there and laughs.” Kobayakawa sighed. “AJ never runs off when it’s just him and her.”
“I bet he wants to be like you.” Anezaki chuckled.
“I don’t mind that he wants to run with me, just not in public like that.” Kobayakawa moaned.
“We’re here.” Anezaki announced as she stopped the car in front of the apartment building.
“What number?” Kobayakawa asked her.
“6021.” Anezaki answered. “I’m going to park over at the city park two blocks north of here, okay?”
“Okay.” Kobayakawa nodded and turned to face the building. It was an extremely tall building and looked fairly nice and fancy. Certainly more fancy than Kobayakawa’s stained sweat suit he had been wearing on the airplane. Squaring his shoulders, Kobayakawa walked into the building and took the elevator up to the 60th floor. As Kobayakawa had correctly guessed, the first two numbers of the apartment number matched the floor it was on. Walking down the lilac corridor revealed cream doors that had last names and numbers on them. Hiruma’s door was no exception. His also included what appeared to be green crayon marks, a clear sign that a child had been by.
Kobayakawa knocked on Hiruma’s door and waited. He heard barking on the other side and some muffled cursing that went something on the lines of ‘shut up, damn dog!’. A small part of Kobayakawa’s mind was afraid of Hiruma’s dog and prayed it wasn’t anything like the late Cerberus (who had been on hell of a dog). Carefully, Kobayakawa readied himself to rush, knowing that Hiruma would probably try to shut him out.
Hiruma opened the door, still dressed in red pajamas despite the late hour. Kobayakawa rushed past Hiruma, picking up the small brown dog to keep from tripping over it or having it escape into the hall. Kobayakawa cut into the living room and dove for the fat chair before Hiruma had a chance to register who it had been at his door.
“The fuck!?” Hiruma roared, clearly upset by the sudden invasion. The front door slammed shut and Kobayakawa held up the dog and looked into its large eyes.
“Hii…. I think your master’s about to kill me….” Kobayakawa muttered at the sound of a gun’s safety being released. Kobayakawa set the dog on the ground, which just stared at him with a cocked head.
“Fucking shrimp!?” Hiruma stared down the top of his rifle to look down at Kobayakawa, who was crashed rather spectacularly on his couch. Kobayakawa was currently upside down with his legs up in the air while his back and shoulders were down on the couch.
“H-hi!” Kobayakawa managed a nervous smile. “I-I thought I’d stop by since I was in town.”
“…And how the hell did you find my place?” Hiruma demanded, lowering his gun.
“Mamori-neechan told me.” Kobayakawa answered as he righted himself on the couch. Hiruma glared at Kobayakawa.
“Get out.”
“No.” Kobayakawa was firm and determined as he stood up and looked Hiruma in the eye.
“I didn’t invite you into my home, get the fuck out!” Hiruma demanded, taking an aggressive step forward. Kobayakawa said nothing then dashed forward, punching Hiruma across the face. The suddenness and force of the blow was enough to send Hiruma sprawling onto the floor.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done!?” Kobayakawa bellowed, standing over Hiruma.
Hiruma simply stared, his body shaking from fear and intimidation. Kobayakawa fell to his knees beside Hiruma and pulled the shaking man up into a tight, warm hug. Hiruma was shocked by this and stiffened, unable to relax.
“You made us so worried….” Kobayakawa explained, sounding slightly emotional. “We thought you got killed by a rebellious slave or something….” Unconsciously, Kobayakawa was rubbing Hiruma’s back in a comforting, fatherly manner. And somehow Hiruma found himself relaxing, despite the growing pain in his cheek.
Hiruma’s mouth failed to form a response, so he just made a funny half-grunt, half-sob.
“I’m glad you’re safe.” Kobayakawa admitted. “And I hear that Emiko is beautiful and wonderful too.”
Hiruma stiffened again.
“You did it to protect her, right?” Kobayakawa understood. “I might have done the same thing with my son if I had been in your place.”
“Eh?” Hiruma managed.
“So, I forgive you. So do the others.” Kobayakawa told Hiruma simply.
‘I’m forgiven?’ Hiruma realized after a moment; that fact alone made a lot of his insecurities and absurd assumptions seem nothing but silly. Hiruma finally felt Kobayakawa’s fatherly hand rub circles on his back. For the first time in a long time, Hiruma felt comforted and secure. It was as if the last six years had been some long, strange dream from which he had just woken up.
Chizue barked loudly, bringing both Hiruma and Kobayakawa back into reality. The reality that Kobayakawa’s manhandling hadn’t been gentile and hurt, the reality that Chizue needed to be fed, and the reality that Emiko needed help now.
“Ungh.” Hiruma muttered as he pulled himself off the shorter man’s shoulder. “Fucking dog wants food.”
“Mm.” Kobayakawa nodded, releasing Hiruma fully. He silently watched his old friend walk into the back of the apartment. A bit curious Sena followed Hiruma into the kitchen. It looked like Emiko had run around with crayons on more than one occasion, there were marks of her having been by. On one corner of the wall there was a drawing of figure that bore a decent resemblance to Hiruma throwing a football.
The sound of kibble hitting a metal bowl reminded Kobayakawa to finish making his way into the kitchen. Hiruma had turned on the coffee maker and was currently putting the bowl down for the dog. Kobayakawa sat down at the kitchen table eyeing Chizue with relief.
“Your new dog isn’t at all like Cerberus.” Kobayakawa observed.
“I didn’t want a violent dog around my girl.” Hiruma answered. “Cerberus would have tried attacking her at some point, that fucker attacked everything.”
“…Is your face okay?” Kobayakawa asked.
“It will be.” Hiruma rolled his eyes and got out some ice. “I fucking deserved it.”
The two fell into silence that wasn’t broken until the coffee maker chimed. Hiruma poured himself a glass and glanced at Kobayakawa.
“I think I’ll go now.” Kobayakawa announced. Hiruma didn’t pour him coffee.
“Don’t you have a game today?” Hiruma asked, eyeing the calendar.
“…Worrying about your situation was affecting my performance.” Kobayakawa admitted. “I’m on coach’s orders to go ‘deal with it’.
“Fuck.” Hiruma muttered, running a hand through his hair.
“You shouldn’t be worrying about me,” Kobayakawa scolded Hiruma lightly, “you should be worrying about yourself right now.”
Hiruma didn’t say anything because Kobayakawa was right.
“…How long will you be in town?” Hiruma asked.
“Not too long I think,” Kobayakawa admitted, “I’ve done my part and besides, I want to get back to AJ.”
“AJ?” Hiruma raised an eyebrow.
“My son.” Kobayakawa told Hiruma with a smile. “And you have your own daughter to get back to too.”
“Yeah.” Hiruma understood.
“I’m sorry about barging in.” Kobayakawa bowed slightly. “Have a nice day.” Quickly Kobayakawa made his way to the entry way, faintly aware that Hiruma was following him. Right as he opened the door, Hiruma kicked him on the ass, hard.
After recovering from being sent sprawling across the floor, Kobayakawa turned and looked around to see a smirking Hiruma. The apartment door shut and Kobayakawa burst out laughing. He ran out of the apartment, a dumb smile on his face.
Hiruma stood inside his apartment, threw back his head.
“Ya-ha!” Hiruma bellowed, shedding the last of his fears like a rag. He’d needed that punch for a while now, he’d needed to know his friends still gave a fuck and were willing to forgive.
Chizue came bounding over and barked at him, content.
“Quit acting all smug, it was fucking shrimp’s work.” Hiruma glared at the dog.
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Ya-ha! Hiruma wakes up!