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• Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Tᴡᴏ - ʜɪᴍ - •

- "You Don't Understand Do Ya!"

Having Making a Quiet Exit From The Deep Pitts Of Hell, I Had Hoped For a Much Better, Calmer, Cheerful Greeting.

Instead I Received What I Had Always Gotten.

The Earful.

- "Papa Ye Don't Understand, It Was a Misunderstanding, It Couldn't Have Been That Big Of a Deal If They Had Let Me Explain-"

I Was Following Behind Him, My Voice Quickly Turning Into Starch, As He Stopped In His Tracks.
This Wouldn't Be Good.
His Back Kept Facing Me, His Long Chocolate Tresses Gathering Among His Leather Holster, Brushing Against The Clear Golden Handle Of The Sword That Was Held Against Him.

- "..You Have Embarrassed Me, And Not Just For This Either, You've Been Placing Yourself In Predicaments That Could've Been Easily Avoided If Ya Used Your Head Before Yer Eyes!"
He Than Began To Move Forward Again, The Soles Of His Boots Stomping Down Against The Fallen Leaves Before Him, Crumpling Down From His Large Presence, A Soft Looming Of Wind, Bursting From The Sides As The Trees Branches Swayed, Their Own Leaves Making a Gentle Dance, As If The Very Air, Was Their Music.

- "Papa, Please I-"
He Than Finally Turned To Me, His Broad Shoulders In a Slight Hunch, Before He Pulled Them Back, His Chin Pointed Toward Trunk Behind Him.
His Golden Cat Like Eyes Bursting Deeply Into Mine, His Messy Brows Curved Into a Deep Curve.
- "If Ye Can't Even Take Care Of Yourself.

How Can You Take Care Of an Entire Village?

How Will You Pull Yourself Out Of Trouble When an Enemy Marches Right Through Those Gates? How [Y/N], How?!" 
I Couldn't Help, But Tremble beneath my fathers distasteful glare. Although I Wouldn't Let Anything get through me, It would be the people I Loved, That Would End Me.

He Quietly pursed His Lips, His broad shoulders relaxed Before He Brought His Chin Up, gazing among the The environment behind me.

- "..I Believe That's Enough For today."

He Than pulled himself backwards, before quickly turning again. As Always It Would Seem My Loving Bear Of a Father, Would Turn His Back On Me Nowadays.

Did I Felt I Deserved It? 

Quite Maybe Yes.

Was I Much Too Old For a Gentle Scolding?

After All I've Done These Past Few Months

I'd Believe So, Yes.

I Quietly Pushed My Head Down, My Own Lips Feeling Rather Chapped In The Cold Breeze That Had Followed, My Bare Neck Pulling Up Little Goosebumps.

- "You Know.."
My Voice Held Heavy, But I Wanted To Lighten Up The Very Dim Aura.

- "..What Do Ya Do With a Drunken Saailor."

I Began, My Red Cheeks Puffing Slightly As They Felt a Sharp Tingle Of The Cold Cutting Through Them. My Father quietly shifted in place, as he began walking, his back slightly hunched again, Before I began to continue

- "Early in the morning!"

I perked up although I knew it wouldn't change much of anything. But even then, I could hear his low hum erupting from between his lips, almost feeling how his fingers tapped along his hips. But as I sang this very familiar tune, I Couldn't help but let my mind wander. I could almost remember solemn memories that had shown a peaceful youthful happiness, that would forever save me from any sort of negativity.