Blessed Are We

Introduction

- Author's note -
Here I am with yet another Serj Tankian x Daron Malakian (I don't use ship names that mix together such as seron or derj or whatever, it creeps me out) fanfiction; how low is my creativity?

I'm joking, but should I call myself creative, I don't know. It's not up to me. Either I'm a narcissist or I need self confidense. So please - don't be afraid to tell me if my ego takes over, or if it seems like I'm writing a suicide note.

But to be honest, I think I'm going to stick to the idea of the ship and base my stories on it, which is the reason why I started up with this whole thing. I'm aiming for the goal; to get tired of the ship. Believe me, I've tried, I've attempted far too many times, but I guess I have to wait it out. I have no idea how, but it shouldn't be that long. So far, I want to thank my readers for great support and attention, not least my only six followers, haha. But really, thank you. It means so much to me.

Also: System of a Down was never founded in this story.

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Los Angeles, California, 2001

"Hold on, boy, you can come home soon." Says the proud parents of Serj Tankian, cheerfully waving and grinning at him like it was the Pope standing in front of them, but instead, it was their son, a thirtyfour-year-old man staring back at them in agony. Serj is no happy man, both his eyes and his mouth are hidden away in the shade of his eyebrows and facial hair - he has a spooky face growing onto him, a sad, spooky, pouty face. A dog himself. No, he hasn't been this low-life that he stayed with his parents for two decades, but he has ended up in several economic conflicts where he has nothing to do but living in their basement. He has been living with these people ever since the night he got conceived, and never have they rushed to make him leave. He could tell by the look on their faces that the time has come.

His mother, a tall, slim raisin-like woman with a wrongly shaped bob-wig, who would yell the living shit out of anyone who tried to damage his youngest son, is now staring sharply at him and rotating her hand in every way. Not a single tear is leaking from the corner of her eye, nor are her lips quivering. She would cry out in rage at people who bothered her and Serj together, since she's the "bossy" and rough type of mother. Right after she comes to her senses, she whispers strictly, "don't come near me or my son ever again." But those were the old days when Serj couldn't even tie his god damn shoes. She won't bother to look back to when she would die for her son, but there she stands, waving. Sometimes she waves goodbye, sometimes she tries to release her hand because of cramps. Most of the time she's desperate after getting Serj off her front yard and into the cab standing by the sidewalk. How her eyelids are twirling and how she forces her smile to widen - it's clear that she doesn't want to have anything to do with him. One last hug will brighten Serj's mood up for weeks, she knows, but her legs are practically bolted to the doorstep. She doesn't want to give him one last hug.

His father, a very much short/average man suffering from hair loss, not least being the most emotional person to ever live, is also attempting to rid his son. Oh, he cried on Serj's first day in elementary school, middle school, even on his first day in every job he has ever had. The man would cry as soon as Serj took the bus, he would sob in his wife's arms and choke out, "what if he gets stabbed in the streets?" And he would be weeping, then sulk until Serj arrived home. "It never happens, Khatchadour." His wife would mumble and instantly leave the love of her life crying of joy over his son returning whole. But now he knows that he's never going to see him for an awful long time, now he will never know if Serj will be left in a puddle of his own blood. Not even hesitating, he hushes him away, too. Serj has no other options than picking up his plastic brief case and turn his back against his home, his beloved parents, his brother, not least his dog. His dog that he barely got to bond with was already a big part of his life, and he just couldn't bear the thought of his whimpering dog staring out the windows in despair. Dogs have a greater bonding connection than any human being ever, and that depresses him even more.