Songs for Daddy- Chapter 35: Breaking Inside (part 2)
Here's a link to part 1.
Because of the distance from Emiko’s school to the office, Hiruma always arrived about 13 minutes late to work every morning. No one minded this, though the secretaries always gave him crap about it. If they weren’t flirting with him that is.
“You’re always so fashionably late, Hiruma-san.” One the secretaries cooed at him. The way she said ‘fashionably’ made him want to shudder and run away, it was so sullied. But that was definitely not appropriate work conduct so Hiruma only gave them an annoyed look.
“Just buzz me in.” Hiruma told her curtly. He never tried to make small talk with the secretaries.
“Takekura-sama, Hiruma-san is here.” The secretary went about doing her job, knowing better than to try Hiruma when he used that tone. She’d already learned from that mistake.
“So you two agreed to this because it was convenient for both of you.”
“Yes.”
“How did you feel about it emotionally?”
“Disgusted.”
“Did you question your actions because of that feeling?”
“Many times.”
“And you still did it?”
“I don’t fucking back out of shit after I committed.”
“The elevator is ready.” The secretary nodded. Due to issues in the past with drunken employees, Takekura required people to be buzzed into his floor anytime that wasn’t the usual arrival times. This meant Hiruma had to be buzzed in every morning. Thankfully all Hiruma had to do was get into the elevator and it would take him straight to his boss’ floor.
“So you two were living completely separate lives and pretending to be the other’s ‘ghost’ roommate. But how were you enforcing the ‘no children’ condition?”
“No sex.”
“Makes sense, but Emiko was still conceived….”
“Well it started with about a month of really regular wet dreams….”
Having stepped out of the elevator, Hiruma walked down the hall to where Takekura’s office was. As was usual, there was a nice little poster with a picture of something one wouldn’t want photocopied with a little notice that said ‘please do not abuse the fax machine’; and just like usual, Hiruma ripped the fucking notice down and threw it into the trash bin at his desk.
“Are you going to fucking let that go, old man!?” Hiruma demanded as he marched up to Takekura.
“No.” Takekura answered, his eyes glittering with amusement. “It’s not very often I get the chance to annoy you about something.”
“It happened nine fucking years ago!” Hiruma growled.
“And it’s still funny that it did happen nine years later.” Takekura justified it. He then paused a moment. “Do you kiss Emiko with that mouth?”
The resulting glare was enough to make Takekura ‘eep’ and decide never to bring up such a subject with his best friend ever again.
“F-forget I said anything.” Takekura said quickly, hoping Hiruma would stop glaring soon. His wish was fulfilled and Hiruma’s expression turned into one of annoyance.
“Tch.” Hiruma clicked his tongue. “Now, where’s my fucking coffee and my fucking work?”
“Coffee will be here in a moment,” Takekura eyed one his personal secretaries, who then stood up to get said coffee, “and your work’s on your desk.”
“Tch.”
“It went away after you had sex then came back again a few months later?”
“Yes.”
“…That’s not normal for someone’s body to undergo a hormone unbalance like that without changing any of their other habits; so there was no reason for this to have happened from a physiological prospective, or even a chemical one. Personally I think you should have gone straight to a doctor with that.”
“Well it fucking happened-!”
“Not denying that Hiruma, but if you really were having a hormonal imbalance doesn’t it strike you as odd that it went away only after you had sex?”
“…!”
“Now I’ve had enough patients who’ve had drug addictions coming through my office I bothered to study up on how drugs affect the body-”
“-You think I was fucking drugged?”
“Yes.”
“By who?”
“Chizue, who else?”
“You’re coffee, Hiruma-sama.” The secretary offered him the cup of black coffee.
“Thanks.” Hiruma muttered and took it from her.
“Is there something on your mind?” The secretary asked as Hiruma seemed a little distracted.
“No.” Hiruma answered curtly and then picked up the financial documents Takekura had given him. The person who replaced him hadn’t been doing that great a job. In a few years the company would have been in some pretty good trouble, thankfully Hiruma was here now to fix this before it became a problem.
“You’re making too much fucking sense.”
“That’s part of my job, Hiruma. You’re not going to like this next question either….”
“What’s the fucking question?”
“What was sex with her like?”
“Baldy!”
“Don’t shoot me!”
Takekura had turned on some orchestra piece and went about making phone calls, talking to his co-workers and occasionally pestering Hiruma to see what he thought about a choice.
“Ask for another thousand.” Hiruma responded.
“There a reason?” Takekura asked.
“That money needs to be stuck in the fucking bank or you’re going to be sorry later.” Hiruma answered.
“Oh, okay.” Takekura nodded. He trusted Hiruma.
“So now you know she’s pregnant. What did you do, how did you feel?”
“…Trapped. And I wanted out so fucking bad, wanted to tell her to get a fucking abortion....”
“You wanted?”
“She was crying.”
“Ah.”
“I brought it up later. She didn’t want to kill it. I didn’t think we should raise it, it’s not like we fucking loved each other or anything.”
“How’d she react?”
“She agreed, after crying.”
“-Hiruma!” Takekura all but shouted, making Hiruma jump a little.
“What!?” Hiruma snapped back, annoyed to have been startled.
“Don’t be pissy at me, I’ve been trying to get your attention for the last three minutes.” Takekura pointed out. “It’s time for lunch, stop working.”
“But I’m-!” Hiruma protested.
“Get away from your desk or I will kick you.” Takekura told him firmly. Hiruma got out of the chair.
“Sheesh! You’re such a workaholic sometimes….” Takekura muttered.
“Shut up, fucking old man.” Hiruma growled.
“What did you do next?”
“I took her to a fucking prenatal doctor and they talked a long, long time. She came out and gave me a list of shit we had to buy.”
“That’s it?”
“No that’s just the fucking start.”
“Then tell me the rest.”
Here's a link to part 3.
Because of the distance from Emiko’s school to the office, Hiruma always arrived about 13 minutes late to work every morning. No one minded this, though the secretaries always gave him crap about it. If they weren’t flirting with him that is.
“You’re always so fashionably late, Hiruma-san.” One the secretaries cooed at him. The way she said ‘fashionably’ made him want to shudder and run away, it was so sullied. But that was definitely not appropriate work conduct so Hiruma only gave them an annoyed look.
“Just buzz me in.” Hiruma told her curtly. He never tried to make small talk with the secretaries.
“Takekura-sama, Hiruma-san is here.” The secretary went about doing her job, knowing better than to try Hiruma when he used that tone. She’d already learned from that mistake.
“So you two agreed to this because it was convenient for both of you.”
“Yes.”
“How did you feel about it emotionally?”
“Disgusted.”
“Did you question your actions because of that feeling?”
“Many times.”
“And you still did it?”
“I don’t fucking back out of shit after I committed.”
“The elevator is ready.” The secretary nodded. Due to issues in the past with drunken employees, Takekura required people to be buzzed into his floor anytime that wasn’t the usual arrival times. This meant Hiruma had to be buzzed in every morning. Thankfully all Hiruma had to do was get into the elevator and it would take him straight to his boss’ floor.
“So you two were living completely separate lives and pretending to be the other’s ‘ghost’ roommate. But how were you enforcing the ‘no children’ condition?”
“No sex.”
“Makes sense, but Emiko was still conceived….”
“Well it started with about a month of really regular wet dreams….”
Having stepped out of the elevator, Hiruma walked down the hall to where Takekura’s office was. As was usual, there was a nice little poster with a picture of something one wouldn’t want photocopied with a little notice that said ‘please do not abuse the fax machine’; and just like usual, Hiruma ripped the fucking notice down and threw it into the trash bin at his desk.
“Are you going to fucking let that go, old man!?” Hiruma demanded as he marched up to Takekura.
“No.” Takekura answered, his eyes glittering with amusement. “It’s not very often I get the chance to annoy you about something.”
“It happened nine fucking years ago!” Hiruma growled.
“And it’s still funny that it did happen nine years later.” Takekura justified it. He then paused a moment. “Do you kiss Emiko with that mouth?”
The resulting glare was enough to make Takekura ‘eep’ and decide never to bring up such a subject with his best friend ever again.
“F-forget I said anything.” Takekura said quickly, hoping Hiruma would stop glaring soon. His wish was fulfilled and Hiruma’s expression turned into one of annoyance.
“Tch.” Hiruma clicked his tongue. “Now, where’s my fucking coffee and my fucking work?”
“Coffee will be here in a moment,” Takekura eyed one his personal secretaries, who then stood up to get said coffee, “and your work’s on your desk.”
“Tch.”
“It went away after you had sex then came back again a few months later?”
“Yes.”
“…That’s not normal for someone’s body to undergo a hormone unbalance like that without changing any of their other habits; so there was no reason for this to have happened from a physiological prospective, or even a chemical one. Personally I think you should have gone straight to a doctor with that.”
“Well it fucking happened-!”
“Not denying that Hiruma, but if you really were having a hormonal imbalance doesn’t it strike you as odd that it went away only after you had sex?”
“…!”
“Now I’ve had enough patients who’ve had drug addictions coming through my office I bothered to study up on how drugs affect the body-”
“-You think I was fucking drugged?”
“Yes.”
“By who?”
“Chizue, who else?”
“You’re coffee, Hiruma-sama.” The secretary offered him the cup of black coffee.
“Thanks.” Hiruma muttered and took it from her.
“Is there something on your mind?” The secretary asked as Hiruma seemed a little distracted.
“No.” Hiruma answered curtly and then picked up the financial documents Takekura had given him. The person who replaced him hadn’t been doing that great a job. In a few years the company would have been in some pretty good trouble, thankfully Hiruma was here now to fix this before it became a problem.
“You’re making too much fucking sense.”
“That’s part of my job, Hiruma. You’re not going to like this next question either….”
“What’s the fucking question?”
“What was sex with her like?”
“Baldy!”
“Don’t shoot me!”
Takekura had turned on some orchestra piece and went about making phone calls, talking to his co-workers and occasionally pestering Hiruma to see what he thought about a choice.
“Ask for another thousand.” Hiruma responded.
“There a reason?” Takekura asked.
“That money needs to be stuck in the fucking bank or you’re going to be sorry later.” Hiruma answered.
“Oh, okay.” Takekura nodded. He trusted Hiruma.
“So now you know she’s pregnant. What did you do, how did you feel?”
“…Trapped. And I wanted out so fucking bad, wanted to tell her to get a fucking abortion....”
“You wanted?”
“She was crying.”
“Ah.”
“I brought it up later. She didn’t want to kill it. I didn’t think we should raise it, it’s not like we fucking loved each other or anything.”
“How’d she react?”
“She agreed, after crying.”
“-Hiruma!” Takekura all but shouted, making Hiruma jump a little.
“What!?” Hiruma snapped back, annoyed to have been startled.
“Don’t be pissy at me, I’ve been trying to get your attention for the last three minutes.” Takekura pointed out. “It’s time for lunch, stop working.”
“But I’m-!” Hiruma protested.
“Get away from your desk or I will kick you.” Takekura told him firmly. Hiruma got out of the chair.
“Sheesh! You’re such a workaholic sometimes….” Takekura muttered.
“Shut up, fucking old man.” Hiruma growled.
“What did you do next?”
“I took her to a fucking prenatal doctor and they talked a long, long time. She came out and gave me a list of shit we had to buy.”
“That’s it?”
“No that’s just the fucking start.”
“Then tell me the rest.”
Here's a link to part 3.