Idolish7 Oneshots. (Lemons,fluffs,angst)

The comforting arms of a father

Pushed, shoved, beat, flushed, food thrown on, drenched in water, talked about, laughed at, made fun of.

Going into highschool each day felt like walking into the fire-y pits if hell. Every single time! Gaku hated it.

He'd get up every morning, praying that he wouldn't have to go for some reason. ANY reason.

At school, he had a lot of bullying problems. But who could he turn to? Who? His father didn't care. Idols this idols that. Money this money that.

If Gaku died under mysterious circumstances, or got murdered, his father would have a cheapo funeral and refuse an investigation into the matter.

If Gaku vomited blood four times in a row, his father would tell him to lie down on his bed.

Long story short, he didn't care.

Probably because in spirit he was just like his mother, or because it cost a lot of money to teach Gaku to dance, even if it were to be gained back when Gaku would one day become an idol.

Ah, dance. Gaku loved dancing, despite it being for the sake of his father. However, he was constantly called "gay" or "ballet boy" or "Dippy dancer." The insults got much worse than that.

Each day, he'd brush his hair, get ready for school, brush his teeth and eat a quick, healthy meal while looking over some studies, trying to keep on top of things.

And every day, his father would walk past him like he was a mere dust particle, shimmering in the summer light, and leaving the house with no words.

The only time they'd talk was every few days, checking up on dance and grades and tests.

Yaotome productions (his father's company), was located in the middle of town. Then, to the left, in a rich estate, was their apartment complex, consisting of white interior and large windows. Then, on the outskirts of town, an hour and a half train ride (expensive at that) was his mother's house.

If Gaku wanted to see his mother he had to save up, so he sold things every so often in order to get the train fare. Although when he did it was only in the school break, but lasted a week.

He loved his mother. More than anything Gaku wished he could stay with his mother forever. Her cuddles were so warm, he could open up to her and cry and they'd sit for hours talking and cuddling.

Then he'd go home and hell would begin all over again.

Don't get Gaku wrong, though. He tried his hardest to get his dad to love him. Heck, for father's day he sold his most favourite marvel figure ever just to get his father a decent present, which he didn't give a shit about anyway.

If he even dared talk about his problems at school his father would literally snap his neck like a dog toy. Possibly even cook him and eat him as well, if you will.

On this particular day, Gaku awoke late. It took him an extra hour to wrench himself out of bed, yawning as he did so.

As quick as he could, Gaku brushed his teeth, hair and got his bag ready. Breakfast wasn't an option, anyway. It was far too late.

The rain poured, but he continued on to school. As soon as he arrived after power walking his way there, people began to talk and chatter, commenting on how drenched he was and that he was the "little dancer boy" that feeds off of his "dear daddy's money."

With a sigh, Gaku was on his way to class, hurrying so the teacher wouldn't yell and cause more people to talk about him.

During his first two lessons, paper with notes were thrown at him, with the generic and Veeeerrry mature "Kill yourself" and "Freak."