BRILLIANT Y/N. HAIKYUU

chapter six

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chapter six
you're somebody else
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One of the worst curses of the tragically brilliant was the inevitable fate of coming to a wrong conclusion. For a human, especially a brilliant one who on average came to conclusions far more often than someone who wasn't brilliant, this was a fate not easily avoided. More conclusions meant more wrong conclusions, and this applied even to you, Nakata Y/n, who now, at age thirteen, as a second-year student at Kitagawa Daiichi Junior High, was coming to a whole new conclusion about how very wrong you had been about primary aspects of your life.

You had been wrong, and not just wrong in the sense that you had messed up one of your complex math problems, but rather wrong in the sense that you had looked at one of the events in your life, and labeled it as something that it wasn't. Things like that had consequences, and this one especially was a wrong that you wouldn't ever be able to right.

All your life, you had looked at your father, and had seen in him the reason for your misery. In your mind, it had always been him, and maybe that had stopped you from seeing her, your Mother, as the one standing above him pulling the strings.

Now that your father was gone, you were able to see that although his madness haunted you, he had never been the source. All the times you had spent crying over your 'sessions' with him, you hadn't realized that the man was not to blame for his own insanity.

It was her, and maybe it always had been as well.

Your Mother had grown up a proper lady in a small household that could hardly ever provide enough for them, a proud family of six. Despite their lack of money and status, everything revolved around keeping up appearances. Your Mother had truly suffered as a child, which resulted in an unhealthy skinny physique as an adult, and moreover, a dangerous mindset.

She was only eighteen when she met your father, who at the time was twenty-two, and already making somewhat of a name for himself. Your father was a genius, and everyone at the time said that it was only a matter of time before one of his mathematical theories became the next big thing.

It was not a marriage of love, at least not on your Mother's side, but did that really matter as long as your father never found out? It was a marriage based solely on the expectations of your Mother, who wanted to live a life of luxury after having been forced to live under the pretense of one for almost her entire life.

In the beginning, things worked out splendidly, but your Mother was too cold, too cruel, to deal with the fragile feelings of an emotional genius like your father. So, when the time came, and everything in your father's life collapsed, not gradually, but all at once, your Mother helped only to drive him further to the very brink of insanity.

Had this been her intent? No, if anything, the opposite was true, as she was now stuck with the very last thing she wanted: a burden that wasn't allowing her to live the life she had always dreamed of. The life she had been forced to dream of.

But to your Mother's credit, she didn't leave your father and you, you being only five at the time, no, she settled down in a much smaller house, and announced that the three of you would be getting through this all together. And that everyone would have a role to play.

This was where you came in. As your father descended further and further into the depths of insanity, your Mother expected you to help him, to make him realize his genius and regain his place in the world. She had hoped that you, with your own genius, would be able to get your father back on his feet.