Fate Hates Us All, Remember? || Soukoku \ BSD

Fish Out of Water || May 3rd

'Shūji.'

'Hey Shūji! '

'You are not loved. '

'You have no purpose that is meaningful.'

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'They only respect you because your his child.'

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"WAH!" Shūji jumped up from his bed. What a terrible night. He stood up and dragged him and his starry blue blanket over to the bathroom. The house was quiet. Obviously no one was awake yet besides him. Shūji proceeded to get up on a stool and brush his teeth. No way could he go back to sleep now! Once there's a nightmare then that only means the sooner you go back to bed the worse those nightmares get. 

If he were a wimp, he would've went to his parents room and cried to them about it. 'Who are you trying to lie to? ' But this is the brave son of Tsushima Gen'emon! 'Stupid, he would disown you if he knew you couldn't ever succeed him.' Why would Shūji need the comfort of his parents?

Once he finished up in the bathroom, he went on to look for the grandfather clock in the open hallway. Might as well, just to estimate how much longer he has to be quiet to not disturb his parents nor his ojii-san. 

"Three.. O' five?" Shūji read aloud to himself to ease himself from the deathening silence in which absorbed him. It didn't help at all. The echo of his voice made his blood run cold. Shūji sighed as he wandered further through the empty halls of paintings and "family" portraits. 

'drop.'

Shūji turned his head sharply. He then noticed that his father's office door was ever so slightly open, letting a slight string of light shine through into the hallway. 

Out of curiousity,' and definitely not fear of being alone', Shūji peeked through the crack. Resulting in over hearing an apparently loud conversation. 'Argument.'

"I TOLD you over and over again! Stop bothering me about that.. that.. THING!"

His mother's voice dreaded his ears, "I JUST WANT AN ANSWER ON THIS ONE THING GEN'EMON! Please.."

from what Shūji could see, his Father was standing at his old-fashioned desk that was imported from all the way in Southern America. His mother was standing in front of him with tears going down her cheeks. Her same white nightgown loose fitting compared to a year before. What a sorry sight.

"If you SO desperately want an answer of what I wanted him for, then here. My father said to get a successor. That was it." Shūji's father said sternly. 'Scarily'. "What? Heartbroken? Are you for real just realizing I never gave a SHIT about you? What a pitiful woman you are. Disgusting. No wonder that child can never live to expectations."

His mother's weeping got even louder.

Shūji didn't hear it though. That voice came back, and louder than ever. 'HA! I WAS RIGHT! YOU WEREN'T EVEN WANTED!  '

"Stop."

'YOU WERE JUST AN ADD ON TO BECOMING HIS CHILD! '

"I said stop.."

'NOT EVEN YOUR MOTHER WANTED YOU.'

"Quit it."

'SHE ONLY HAD YOU FOR HE NEEDED YOU TO SATISFY OTHERS.'