Our Reality (Doki Doki Literature Club!)

Granny and Daddy

"So, you want to get out of the box now?" Fuyu asked.

"Yeah," Shujinkou nodded his head.

The two wasted no time climbing out of the box and take the opportunity to stretch their crying limbs.

"Well..." Shujinkou scratched his right cheek as he tried to find the words he wanted to say. "I guess I'll go somewhere else now."

He didn't want to be rude, but the conflicted male desired some time alone to think.

"Okay. I have some presidential stuff to take care of anyway," Fuyu said.

"Really? Like what?" Shujinkou queried.

His curiosity quickly retreated back inside of him as he watched Fuyu adjust her glasses in a professional manner; her demeanor instantly changing from a young school girl to that of a powerful politician.

"I'm sorry, but that's confidential information," Fuyu replied; her tone matching the same one she had when they first met.

"O-Okay..." Shujinkou nervously answered. "Sorry for asking."

"No need to apologize," Fuyu innocently smiled, changing her demeanor once more. "Try to feel better, okay?"

"I'll try," Shujinkou nodded as watched the young president casually stroll away.

The moment she was gone, Shujinkou instinctively breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fuyu's presidential side can be a real tiring experience," he thought as he entered the resort through the back entrance. "Still, I do appreciate her concern. The school would probably freak out if they saw her other side. Hm..."

The young man's mind started to flash back to earlier in the day; the event that made him hideout in a cardboard box in the first place.

"I wonder if ruined the others fun today..." Shujinkou wondered aloud, his voice layered with guilt.

But that curious thought soon vanished from his mind the moment he caught his father walk by with the lady he was with earlier. Seeing the their lips touch over and over again was enough for him to feel like an arrow pierced his heart and circled around for another run.

"Guess who?" he heard as a pair of hands blanketed his eyes.

"Sayori..." he sorrowfully answered.

"You don't sound so happy to see me," Sayori said, retracting her hands back to her side.

"It's not you and it's not that I'm not happy, it's just that I feel..." Shujinkou paused for a moment. "I conflicted about my father being here. I know it wouldn't be fair to deny him entry here, but it still makes things kinda awkward."

"Maybe you don't have to worry about any awkwardness between you two," Sayori said with a bright face. "Maybe all his focus will be on his new girlfriend."

"Another girlfriend..." Shujinkou sighed.

Suddenly, the young man was rendered speechless as he was pulled into the deepest recesses of his mind. Sheer horror contorted his face into many different expressions that represented the sheer horror of remembering gasping and crashing until a loud booming sound woke him from his trance. Back in the realm of reality, Shujinkou was startled to find Sayori's hands pressed together in front of his face.

"I'm back. I'm back" he said. "Anyway, there's nothing much I can do about anything, which means that I'll just have to deal with the situation that I'm in."

A tired sigh escaped from Shujinkou's mouth.

"So, I guess it's too late to go out and explore the city, huh?" Shujinkou asked.

"Mm-hmm," Sayori nodded. "But don't worry. The others said they have other things to occupy their time."

"Hmm... Want to watch Spirited Away together?" Shujinkou suggested.

"Eh?!" Sayori exclaimed. Her cheeks turned bright red and her eyes widened with surprise, a reaction that confused Shujinkou.

"Did you have other plans?" he asked.

"No, No!" she frantically replied. "It's just that, well... we haven't watched a movie together in a really long time."

"Really?" Shujinkou was surprised to hear that, but after giving it some thought, he realized that it has been a long time. "Alright then... I guess we should make up for lost time."

"Okay!" Sayori beamed.

"I'll get the popcorn. You get the candy," Shujinkou instructed with a smile.

"On it!" the excited girl saluted.

Later that night, Hisa's eyes scanned the pages of a mystery novel she was currently reading, before closing it in disappointment.

"I knew the butler did it," Hisa sighed. "Wonder if the girls know any good mystery novels to read."

Hisa casually tossed the book in the top drawer of The Front Desk, just as Jomei walked in with hair that looked like it's been ruffled by a tornado.

"Had a big night in the city?" Hisa grinned.

"Like you wouldn't believe," Jomei chuckled. "I love this city and its lovely population of women."

"You're not very subtle are you?" Hisa chuckled along with the customer.

"I can be very subtle," Jomei replied. "Well, when I want to. It mostly depends on the kind of lady I date. They can be really picky on the guy they like."

"...You know, it's a good thing Shujinkou's apple fell way far from your tree," Hisa cringed, shaking her head in a disapproving manner.

"Shujinkou... How is the kid?" Jomei asked.

"He's good," Hisa replied with a nonchalant shrug. "Or at least he was until something happened today that made him crawl into and hideout in a cardboard box for a while."

"Really? What happened?" the curious man asked.

"Well, his father kinda basically purposefully ignored his very existence," Hisa answered.

Jomei eyes instinctively glanced to the left before returning to what they glanced away from.

"What?" Jomei replied.

"Yeah. Plus, his eagle-eyed grandmother noticed the father quickly glance at him and then back to the lady of the week which led to the Shujinkou ending up hurt ending up hurt," Hisa continued. "And I assume that it was all so nothing spoiled your date."

"Right..." Jomei muttered. "Listen..."

"Stop right there," Hisa interrupted, quickly shoving her hand over his mouth. "Now listen; I know we're not exactly friends and we probably should be at odds more, considering what went down between you and my daughter. Heck, you're probably surprised that I let you stay here. But what happened in the past is in the past and between you two. Plus I'm a professional, which means that it is against my policy to let my personal feelings affect business. Understand?"

Jomei nodded his head, giving Hisa the confirmation to retract her arm.

"But let me tell you something, Jomei," Hisa continued. "Hurt my grandson again and business professional Lady Hisa will turn into a very ticked off Granny Hisa. Got it?"

Jomei nodded his head.

"Good," Hisa smiled. "Enjoy your stay."

Hisa carefully placed her headphones over her head and walked into her office with a carefree whistle, leaving Jomei to ponder what she just told him and think about his actions.

"Dang..." Jomei muttered.