Songs for Daddy- Chapter 28: Wonderwall
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: Wonderwall is by Oasis, 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 27: I Don't Care
Songs for Daddy
Chapter 28: Wonderwall
Shoving the prescription slip into his pocket, Hiruma sat down in his car and stared ahead for a bit. It was one o’ clock now, Emiko will be with his father….
That meant that Anezaki should be free about now. Hiruma looked at his cell phone for a moment. Of everyone he knew over the course of his life, Anezaki had always understood him best. When he was younger he hated it, but as he grew older he had found it a salvation. He knew Chizue would have been upset to hear Hiruma was running to Anezaki with his emotional problems, but honestly, a woman unstable like herself wasn’t going to be of any help.
Why don’t you trust me? Chizue demanded as Hiruma listened to the ringer. He ignored her.
“Hello?” Anezaki asked. “Hiruma-kun?”
“We need to talk,” Hiruma told her, “in person.”
“…Why don’t you come over to my place?” Anezaki requested.
“I’m on my way then.” Hiruma hung up and began his short drive. Thankfully there was actually a place to park on the curb right by Anezaki’s home because he wasn’t in a mood to be walking for long. Anezaki seemed to understand this and opened her door right as he came up the walkway. Wordlessly the two ventured into the kitchen and sat down.
“…What was that thing with work?” Anezaki asked after a few seconds of awkward silence.
“There was an issue with the apartment,” Hiruma admitted truthfully, “company housing.”
“Ah,” Anezaki nodded, “and it’s all resolved now, right?”
“Yeah.” Hiruma nodded, feeling tired. It hadn’t gotten resolved the way he had intended. Anezaki could see this, but she chose to say nothing. If you pried too much with Hiruma he’d simply shut you out.
“I’ll make coffee-” Anezaki announced as she stood up. She was cut off by Hiruma lifting his hand.
“Don’t-!” Hiruma cut himself on to motion her to return to her seat, “-not for this.” He was shaking slightly and hoping desperately she wouldn’t run from him when she saw these scars.
Nodding slightly, Anezaki sat back down and tried not to pity Hiruma. He looked broken and lost, it scared her.
“My marriage,” Hiruma decided he’d start at the very beginning, “was arranged by my father and Chizue’s father.”
Anezaki said nothing but nodded. She listened quietly as Hiruma explained why he and Chizue agreed to it and their one condition.
“-no kids. We didn’t fucking love each other or anything, I didn’t want my kid to grow up in a fucked up household like that.” Hiruma admitted. “Since we didn’t even fucking know each other, we lived separately and hid it from everyone else.”
“You did an excellent job.” Anezaki remarked dryly. “But how did Emiko-?”
“I’m fucking getting there.” Hiruma glared, annoyed. “I had a fucking hormone spike that got pretty damn bad. Fucking wet dreams every night for a month.”
Anezaki nodded with a slight blush. She couldn’t help but to imagine Hiruma with hormone issues and the image was either hilarious or extremely sexy.
“It was only a matter of time before fucking Chizue noticed- she was extremely observant,” Hiruma reminisced, “so one morning she saw me there with my fucking problem and offered to help by fucking.
“The only reason I agreed to that was because nothing else had been working.” Hiruma clarified his actions. “…There was a 0.004 percent chance of conception.”
Anezaki’s eyebrows shot up. She didn’t know anyone who got pregnant with those chances….
“I come home one day, Chizue’s there and telling me she’s fucking pregnant.” Hiruma rubbed his temples at the memory. “I wanted to get a fucking abortion, it would have been clean and simple but Chizue wanted to have Emiko….”
Hiruma left his guilt over that previous opinion hang unspoken in the air. That particular fact was really bothering him, Anezaki could tell.
“We were going to put Emiko up for adoption once she was born so that she wouldn’t grow up in our fucked up house.” Hiruma finished.
“And you changed your plans when Chizue died.” Anezaki finished. There was a long silence while Hiruma gathered up courage to say his next point.
“…I really got to meet Chizue while she was pregnant,” Hiruma’s face was blank with numbness, “and she was fucking mental.” That was the largest understatement of the century.
And suddenly things started coming together for Anezaki. Hiruma’s extreme fear, his over-protectiveness of his daughter, why he clung to Emiko so much…. These were the results of the damage Chizue had done to his brilliant mind during her pregnancy.
“What did she do to you?” Anezaki asked as she forced herself to stay calm.
Opening his mouth resulted in only that; words were not coming to Hiruma at this time. Chizue was standing behind Anezaki, her eyes flashing dangerously. He tired to look away, back to Anezaki, and it was hard.
“…Forced her way into my bed.” Hiruma said after a long silence.
Hiruma had been right to not have the coffee cups present, Anezaki would have probably broken them at that bit of news.
“She did other things too.” It wasn’t a question, it was an observation. Hiruma nodded mutely.
“Last night,” Hiruma decided he’d explain it, “she did it again to me last night.”
“Hiruma-kun-!” Anezaki gasped slightly. That explained his strange attitude all morning.
“I’m fucking seeing her too,” Hiruma glared at Chizue’s image, “she’s not going away.”
Knowing Hiruma, Anezaki knew he wasn’t one to normally admit he had that kind of problem. He wasn’t one to admit he’d fucked himself up. But Emiko, she had changed so many things about him, she brought out a side of Hiruma that just took Anezaki’s breath away. So saying a silent thank you to his daughter, Anezaki crossed the room and hugged Hiruma.
“…I don’t know how to make her go away but,” Anezaki confessed, “I’m not going to let you break.”
Hiruma was not sure whether or not he was consciously or unconsciously relaxing into Anezaki’s embrace, but he didn’t really fucking care. Anezaki was warm and comforting, like his mother had been. …How long had it been since he’d been hugged like this?
Running her hands through his hair, Anezaki began to rock slightly on her feet. Even adults liked being rocked as though they were children. Despite Chizue’s glare and yelling, Hiruma was more than able to tune it out. He was warm and he felt safe, something he had difficulty feeling even with Emiko in his life.
Traitor! Chizue screamed. I was your wife!!
‘But the vow was ‘until death do us part’ and you’re dead.’ Hiruma thought back at her, annoyed. Chizue simply gasped and stared at him.
‘Emiko wants me happy and she wants Mamori as her Mom, who am I to deny her a Mom?’ Hiruma continued. ‘If anything you’re the one that’s hurting Emiko with your selfishness.’
Anezaki planted a kiss on his forehead, filling Hiruma with giddy warmth. He lazily glanced over at Chizue and jerked slightly when he realized that Chizue had faded a bit.
“Hiru-?” Anezaki stopped when he raised his hand up asking her for silence. He was continuing to look at the some ghost only he could see and it was disconcerting to Anezaki. But she held her tongue and waited.
Hiruma wondered faintly what was the causing of this warmth, considering it was not something he had felt in a long, long while. He looked at Anezaki’s face, her motherly concern he always secretly liked…. Perhaps that was it, the silly little crush of his youth coming back to haunt him. Not that he minded, Anezaki was a wonderful person, a stable person.
Something Hiruma had been wanting desperately for years.
“Shut up, okay?” Hiruma asked her. He wasn’t hostile about it, in fact he was rather gentile sounding. Anezaki wasn’t sure what do say to that, so she complied and said nothing. Hiruma pulled himself up so that he was now standing loosely in her arms. He looked down at her with a kind expression that made Anezaki gasp silently.
Anezaki had gotten kisses before, but not any from someone like Hiruma. He wasn’t quick about his kissing, rather he was slow and intentional, trying to make her as happy as possible. Her lips moved back against his without thought, trying to create a gentle warming friction between them. Anezaki was amazed, Hiruma kept himself smooth and had lips that weren’t soft, but not hard ether. She didn’t mind that he had pulled her close and was running his hand through her hair.
But there was part of Anezaki that was worried. What was someone who had been so abused from his pervious relationship seeking when he kissed her? Was that why he was being so careful?
Pulling back, Hiruma’s face proved to be somewhat unreadable. He glanced to his side where Chizue used to be. She was gone and he let out a sigh of relief.
“Hiruma?” Anezaki had to break the silence, she had to know why.
“…You made her go away.” Hiruma told Anezaki almost breathlessly.
“Go away?” Anezaki muttered, then regretted her words when Hiruma flinched.
“I know, I’m really fucked up, aren’t I?” Hiruma let out a humorless laugh and backed away. How he had managed to get a rejection from her words was beyond Anezaki, but she huffed and grabbed his wrist before he got too far.
“But you’re a beautiful fucked up man,” Anezaki reminded him, “that I feel hopelessly in love with again.”
“Mamori?” Hiruma blinked and stared at her. She hadn’t been really that responsive to kissing and her words were confused and hesitant sounding. But what happened just now, from her eyes to her tone, was sincere.
“Yes, I’m in love with you, okay?” Anezaki admitted, blushing and tearing up just a little bit.
“Tch.” Hiruma managed a smile. “I thought only Emiko loved me after all the shit I’ve done.”
“I don’t care that you’re a widower, single parent, and have loads of emotional baggage from your pervious marriage.” Anezaki was firm. “So stop worrying about that and kiss me again.”
With an honest smile, Hiruma took a step forward, back into Anezaki’s open arms and kissed her again. She tasted sweet and she felt warm. They moved against one another, heart beats soaring, while they tried to create a special warmth for just the two of them.
Pulling back from Anezaki’s insistent mouth, Hiruma took in a large gulp of air. She only smiled at him and pulled herself closer, nuzzling his chest slightly.
“Thank you.” Hiruma muttered as he placed a kiss on her hair.
“Thank Emiko,” Anezaki corrected, “she’s the one that brought us back together.”
“What?” Hiruma hadn’t been expecting that.
“I wouldn’t have found you if it hadn’t been for her.” Anezaki explained. “And she’s the reason I realized I feel in love with you again.”
“…Same here,” Hiruma blushed a little, “what the hell did I do to deserve the two of you?”
“Does it matter?” Anezaki pointed out.
“I suppose not.” Hiruma consented. With a smile, Anezaki pulled him down into a kiss again. He was still careful with his kisses, but something had changed. Something very simple really and it made everything even sweeter.
Hiruma was smiling.
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There you have it a confession of everything that happened and kissing!
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: Wonderwall is by Oasis, 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 27: I Don't Care
Songs for Daddy
Chapter 28: Wonderwall
Shoving the prescription slip into his pocket, Hiruma sat down in his car and stared ahead for a bit. It was one o’ clock now, Emiko will be with his father….
That meant that Anezaki should be free about now. Hiruma looked at his cell phone for a moment. Of everyone he knew over the course of his life, Anezaki had always understood him best. When he was younger he hated it, but as he grew older he had found it a salvation. He knew Chizue would have been upset to hear Hiruma was running to Anezaki with his emotional problems, but honestly, a woman unstable like herself wasn’t going to be of any help.
Why don’t you trust me? Chizue demanded as Hiruma listened to the ringer. He ignored her.
“Hello?” Anezaki asked. “Hiruma-kun?”
“We need to talk,” Hiruma told her, “in person.”
“…Why don’t you come over to my place?” Anezaki requested.
“I’m on my way then.” Hiruma hung up and began his short drive. Thankfully there was actually a place to park on the curb right by Anezaki’s home because he wasn’t in a mood to be walking for long. Anezaki seemed to understand this and opened her door right as he came up the walkway. Wordlessly the two ventured into the kitchen and sat down.
“…What was that thing with work?” Anezaki asked after a few seconds of awkward silence.
“There was an issue with the apartment,” Hiruma admitted truthfully, “company housing.”
“Ah,” Anezaki nodded, “and it’s all resolved now, right?”
“Yeah.” Hiruma nodded, feeling tired. It hadn’t gotten resolved the way he had intended. Anezaki could see this, but she chose to say nothing. If you pried too much with Hiruma he’d simply shut you out.
“I’ll make coffee-” Anezaki announced as she stood up. She was cut off by Hiruma lifting his hand.
“Don’t-!” Hiruma cut himself on to motion her to return to her seat, “-not for this.” He was shaking slightly and hoping desperately she wouldn’t run from him when she saw these scars.
Nodding slightly, Anezaki sat back down and tried not to pity Hiruma. He looked broken and lost, it scared her.
“My marriage,” Hiruma decided he’d start at the very beginning, “was arranged by my father and Chizue’s father.”
Anezaki said nothing but nodded. She listened quietly as Hiruma explained why he and Chizue agreed to it and their one condition.
“-no kids. We didn’t fucking love each other or anything, I didn’t want my kid to grow up in a fucked up household like that.” Hiruma admitted. “Since we didn’t even fucking know each other, we lived separately and hid it from everyone else.”
“You did an excellent job.” Anezaki remarked dryly. “But how did Emiko-?”
“I’m fucking getting there.” Hiruma glared, annoyed. “I had a fucking hormone spike that got pretty damn bad. Fucking wet dreams every night for a month.”
Anezaki nodded with a slight blush. She couldn’t help but to imagine Hiruma with hormone issues and the image was either hilarious or extremely sexy.
“It was only a matter of time before fucking Chizue noticed- she was extremely observant,” Hiruma reminisced, “so one morning she saw me there with my fucking problem and offered to help by fucking.
“The only reason I agreed to that was because nothing else had been working.” Hiruma clarified his actions. “…There was a 0.004 percent chance of conception.”
Anezaki’s eyebrows shot up. She didn’t know anyone who got pregnant with those chances….
“I come home one day, Chizue’s there and telling me she’s fucking pregnant.” Hiruma rubbed his temples at the memory. “I wanted to get a fucking abortion, it would have been clean and simple but Chizue wanted to have Emiko….”
Hiruma left his guilt over that previous opinion hang unspoken in the air. That particular fact was really bothering him, Anezaki could tell.
“We were going to put Emiko up for adoption once she was born so that she wouldn’t grow up in our fucked up house.” Hiruma finished.
“And you changed your plans when Chizue died.” Anezaki finished. There was a long silence while Hiruma gathered up courage to say his next point.
“…I really got to meet Chizue while she was pregnant,” Hiruma’s face was blank with numbness, “and she was fucking mental.” That was the largest understatement of the century.
And suddenly things started coming together for Anezaki. Hiruma’s extreme fear, his over-protectiveness of his daughter, why he clung to Emiko so much…. These were the results of the damage Chizue had done to his brilliant mind during her pregnancy.
“What did she do to you?” Anezaki asked as she forced herself to stay calm.
Opening his mouth resulted in only that; words were not coming to Hiruma at this time. Chizue was standing behind Anezaki, her eyes flashing dangerously. He tired to look away, back to Anezaki, and it was hard.
“…Forced her way into my bed.” Hiruma said after a long silence.
Hiruma had been right to not have the coffee cups present, Anezaki would have probably broken them at that bit of news.
“She did other things too.” It wasn’t a question, it was an observation. Hiruma nodded mutely.
“Last night,” Hiruma decided he’d explain it, “she did it again to me last night.”
“Hiruma-kun-!” Anezaki gasped slightly. That explained his strange attitude all morning.
“I’m fucking seeing her too,” Hiruma glared at Chizue’s image, “she’s not going away.”
Knowing Hiruma, Anezaki knew he wasn’t one to normally admit he had that kind of problem. He wasn’t one to admit he’d fucked himself up. But Emiko, she had changed so many things about him, she brought out a side of Hiruma that just took Anezaki’s breath away. So saying a silent thank you to his daughter, Anezaki crossed the room and hugged Hiruma.
“…I don’t know how to make her go away but,” Anezaki confessed, “I’m not going to let you break.”
Hiruma was not sure whether or not he was consciously or unconsciously relaxing into Anezaki’s embrace, but he didn’t really fucking care. Anezaki was warm and comforting, like his mother had been. …How long had it been since he’d been hugged like this?
Running her hands through his hair, Anezaki began to rock slightly on her feet. Even adults liked being rocked as though they were children. Despite Chizue’s glare and yelling, Hiruma was more than able to tune it out. He was warm and he felt safe, something he had difficulty feeling even with Emiko in his life.
Traitor! Chizue screamed. I was your wife!!
‘But the vow was ‘until death do us part’ and you’re dead.’ Hiruma thought back at her, annoyed. Chizue simply gasped and stared at him.
‘Emiko wants me happy and she wants Mamori as her Mom, who am I to deny her a Mom?’ Hiruma continued. ‘If anything you’re the one that’s hurting Emiko with your selfishness.’
Anezaki planted a kiss on his forehead, filling Hiruma with giddy warmth. He lazily glanced over at Chizue and jerked slightly when he realized that Chizue had faded a bit.
“Hiru-?” Anezaki stopped when he raised his hand up asking her for silence. He was continuing to look at the some ghost only he could see and it was disconcerting to Anezaki. But she held her tongue and waited.
Hiruma wondered faintly what was the causing of this warmth, considering it was not something he had felt in a long, long while. He looked at Anezaki’s face, her motherly concern he always secretly liked…. Perhaps that was it, the silly little crush of his youth coming back to haunt him. Not that he minded, Anezaki was a wonderful person, a stable person.
Something Hiruma had been wanting desperately for years.
“Shut up, okay?” Hiruma asked her. He wasn’t hostile about it, in fact he was rather gentile sounding. Anezaki wasn’t sure what do say to that, so she complied and said nothing. Hiruma pulled himself up so that he was now standing loosely in her arms. He looked down at her with a kind expression that made Anezaki gasp silently.
Anezaki had gotten kisses before, but not any from someone like Hiruma. He wasn’t quick about his kissing, rather he was slow and intentional, trying to make her as happy as possible. Her lips moved back against his without thought, trying to create a gentle warming friction between them. Anezaki was amazed, Hiruma kept himself smooth and had lips that weren’t soft, but not hard ether. She didn’t mind that he had pulled her close and was running his hand through her hair.
But there was part of Anezaki that was worried. What was someone who had been so abused from his pervious relationship seeking when he kissed her? Was that why he was being so careful?
Pulling back, Hiruma’s face proved to be somewhat unreadable. He glanced to his side where Chizue used to be. She was gone and he let out a sigh of relief.
“Hiruma?” Anezaki had to break the silence, she had to know why.
“…You made her go away.” Hiruma told Anezaki almost breathlessly.
“Go away?” Anezaki muttered, then regretted her words when Hiruma flinched.
“I know, I’m really fucked up, aren’t I?” Hiruma let out a humorless laugh and backed away. How he had managed to get a rejection from her words was beyond Anezaki, but she huffed and grabbed his wrist before he got too far.
“But you’re a beautiful fucked up man,” Anezaki reminded him, “that I feel hopelessly in love with again.”
“Mamori?” Hiruma blinked and stared at her. She hadn’t been really that responsive to kissing and her words were confused and hesitant sounding. But what happened just now, from her eyes to her tone, was sincere.
“Yes, I’m in love with you, okay?” Anezaki admitted, blushing and tearing up just a little bit.
“Tch.” Hiruma managed a smile. “I thought only Emiko loved me after all the shit I’ve done.”
“I don’t care that you’re a widower, single parent, and have loads of emotional baggage from your pervious marriage.” Anezaki was firm. “So stop worrying about that and kiss me again.”
With an honest smile, Hiruma took a step forward, back into Anezaki’s open arms and kissed her again. She tasted sweet and she felt warm. They moved against one another, heart beats soaring, while they tried to create a special warmth for just the two of them.
Pulling back from Anezaki’s insistent mouth, Hiruma took in a large gulp of air. She only smiled at him and pulled herself closer, nuzzling his chest slightly.
“Thank you.” Hiruma muttered as he placed a kiss on her hair.
“Thank Emiko,” Anezaki corrected, “she’s the one that brought us back together.”
“What?” Hiruma hadn’t been expecting that.
“I wouldn’t have found you if it hadn’t been for her.” Anezaki explained. “And she’s the reason I realized I feel in love with you again.”
“…Same here,” Hiruma blushed a little, “what the hell did I do to deserve the two of you?”
“Does it matter?” Anezaki pointed out.
“I suppose not.” Hiruma consented. With a smile, Anezaki pulled him down into a kiss again. He was still careful with his kisses, but something had changed. Something very simple really and it made everything even sweeter.
Hiruma was smiling.
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There you have it a confession of everything that happened and kissing!