[Closed] Hi, Dad, I'm hoooo-ooome!
Characters: Hisoka Kurosaki and Kazutaka Muraki.
Content: Hisoka takes a short leave of absence from Serenity to visit his father in Bydan.
Setting: The Kurosaki household, a couple of miles from the shipyards. Later, the Bydan forest.
Time: Slightly backdated, since Hisoka leaves Shasta the morning after the barfight.
Warnings: Ill-supressed, long-standing annoyance between Hisoka and his father. Also, considering that Muraki is in this log, possible rude language on Hisoka’s part, and maybe some mayhem later.
Notes: Nagare Kurosaki, Hisoka’s father, appears as an NPC.
Following the saloon dustup, Hisoka went back to the ship and stood a watch in the cargo hold from 2am to 6am. Then he showered, dressed, and went down to Shasta’s little airfield to catch the mail plane to Trewe. Then he rode with another small aircraft pilot to Bydan. It took him most of two days. He shut his eyes, scrunched down in his seat, and slept a lot.
When he finally walked into the Kurosaki house, katana slung at his back, battered satchel under one one arm, he expected to have a moment to experience the strangeness of standing in this stately, tumbledown dwelling as a man instead of as a child.
But no such luck. His father and six other people were standing virtually in the entryway, apparently engaged in a very polite argument. Hisoka recognized the six as members of the Bydan-Licere Volunteers, a militia and search-and-rescue organization that Nagare had helped to found and to which he still belonged. (So did Hisoka.)
"Ah, Nagare-sensei, we were sure you wouldn't mind!" said the tall, heavily-mustached president of the Volunteers was saying, heartily. "Oh, and since we're here, what do you say to calling the yearly business meeting early...say, this weekend, instead of in December, hmmm? The rest of the members could be here in, say...a day?"
Nagare hadn't lost his composure, although, to Hisoka's eye, he was practically sputtering with surprise and chagrin. "Well, I suppose...!" he began. But he wasn't allowed to continue. The group began to express vociferous thanks and appreciation, and those who had luggage picked it up and looked around for directions as to where they ought to put it, and so forth. Nagare was obliged to call some of the young people of the household and direct them to show the guests to the spare rooms, and then to give orders for lunch and dinner.
It was not until this was accomplished, and the Volunteers, with nods and smiles of complicity towards Hisoka, began to leave the room, that Nagare turned to his son.
They stared at each other for a long moment. Nagare was taller than Hisoka by almost a head, and the years of building ships had given him a solidly muscled build. But he had had larger bones to start with. His face was stern and the lines on either side of his mouth were etched more deeply than they had been last time Hisoka had seen him in person. But his shock of light-colored hair was nearly the same as Hisoka's (the son's hair was a little more red), and his deep green eyes, although longer and narrower, were the same sparkling hue as his son's.
"This is YOUR doing, I suppose?" said Nagare, keeping his voice low but making his displeasure obvious.
Hisoka lifted his chin. His eyes snapped. But he said, quietly enough, "Yes, it is."
It was. Kazutaka Muraki, of the Amestris, had threatened Hisoka with a visit to Hisoka's father, and so Hisoka had called the Volunteers and cordially invited them to become his father's house guests, i.e. bodyguards, for as long as Muraki was going to be in town. It was a great advantage that Hisoka was a Volunteer himself, and thus had a crucial member's privilage: that of calling in the troops without having to do too much justifying.
Nagare looked down his nose at his son, and his face became a little more impatient. "Ridiculous!--that I might need protection from my own former physician while his ship is in port?! Hrumph!" He turned away.
Hisoka held his peace. He was not going to remind his father of that letter he had written Hisoka only a few months ago, in which he had expressed uneasiness and even outright fear for his son, in regards to Muraki. Nagare had evidentally shuttered his mind to the facts once again...nothing unusual in this family.
Content: Hisoka takes a short leave of absence from Serenity to visit his father in Bydan.
Setting: The Kurosaki household, a couple of miles from the shipyards. Later, the Bydan forest.
Time: Slightly backdated, since Hisoka leaves Shasta the morning after the barfight.
Warnings: Ill-supressed, long-standing annoyance between Hisoka and his father. Also, considering that Muraki is in this log, possible rude language on Hisoka’s part, and maybe some mayhem later.
Notes: Nagare Kurosaki, Hisoka’s father, appears as an NPC.
Following the saloon dustup, Hisoka went back to the ship and stood a watch in the cargo hold from 2am to 6am. Then he showered, dressed, and went down to Shasta’s little airfield to catch the mail plane to Trewe. Then he rode with another small aircraft pilot to Bydan. It took him most of two days. He shut his eyes, scrunched down in his seat, and slept a lot.
When he finally walked into the Kurosaki house, katana slung at his back, battered satchel under one one arm, he expected to have a moment to experience the strangeness of standing in this stately, tumbledown dwelling as a man instead of as a child.
But no such luck. His father and six other people were standing virtually in the entryway, apparently engaged in a very polite argument. Hisoka recognized the six as members of the Bydan-Licere Volunteers, a militia and search-and-rescue organization that Nagare had helped to found and to which he still belonged. (So did Hisoka.)
"Ah, Nagare-sensei, we were sure you wouldn't mind!" said the tall, heavily-mustached president of the Volunteers was saying, heartily. "Oh, and since we're here, what do you say to calling the yearly business meeting early...say, this weekend, instead of in December, hmmm? The rest of the members could be here in, say...a day?"
Nagare hadn't lost his composure, although, to Hisoka's eye, he was practically sputtering with surprise and chagrin. "Well, I suppose...!" he began. But he wasn't allowed to continue. The group began to express vociferous thanks and appreciation, and those who had luggage picked it up and looked around for directions as to where they ought to put it, and so forth. Nagare was obliged to call some of the young people of the household and direct them to show the guests to the spare rooms, and then to give orders for lunch and dinner.
It was not until this was accomplished, and the Volunteers, with nods and smiles of complicity towards Hisoka, began to leave the room, that Nagare turned to his son.
They stared at each other for a long moment. Nagare was taller than Hisoka by almost a head, and the years of building ships had given him a solidly muscled build. But he had had larger bones to start with. His face was stern and the lines on either side of his mouth were etched more deeply than they had been last time Hisoka had seen him in person. But his shock of light-colored hair was nearly the same as Hisoka's (the son's hair was a little more red), and his deep green eyes, although longer and narrower, were the same sparkling hue as his son's.
"This is YOUR doing, I suppose?" said Nagare, keeping his voice low but making his displeasure obvious.
Hisoka lifted his chin. His eyes snapped. But he said, quietly enough, "Yes, it is."
It was. Kazutaka Muraki, of the Amestris, had threatened Hisoka with a visit to Hisoka's father, and so Hisoka had called the Volunteers and cordially invited them to become his father's house guests, i.e. bodyguards, for as long as Muraki was going to be in town. It was a great advantage that Hisoka was a Volunteer himself, and thus had a crucial member's privilage: that of calling in the troops without having to do too much justifying.
Nagare looked down his nose at his son, and his face became a little more impatient. "Ridiculous!--that I might need protection from my own former physician while his ship is in port?! Hrumph!" He turned away.
Hisoka held his peace. He was not going to remind his father of that letter he had written Hisoka only a few months ago, in which he had expressed uneasiness and even outright fear for his son, in regards to Muraki. Nagare had evidentally shuttered his mind to the facts once again...nothing unusual in this family.