Post by Maz on Jul 14, 2018 17:29:49 GMT
It had been a long time since he walked the tracks alone by himself. So riddled with current success and for one of the first times in his life, truly filled with some happiness albeit his temperamental ways. He was different and for a reason. He was watched and taken care of, taking things like medicine that he never took before which led to his usual outlandish ways. But now he was more calmer than previous and it actually showed a decent side of him unseen by many before.
But why was he by himself, in seemingly unknown territory, dressed like a character out of an anime book with the long trench coat that dragged the ground and smoke-colored shades that hid his eyes and more showcased off his wild hairdressing. What was going on? He even at his body language looked ‘lost’ as he turned in a complete circle. He was seemingly looking for someone or something but what? For him to make such moves as to come out to somewhere he is not completely fond of or used to, it had to be somewhat of importance. But again, whom was it that got Masaru out of his comforting place?
“Aha...another trap I’ve let myself fall into yet again. I should’ve just ignored.” He said as he looked around once more.
The suspense was seemingly at its peak as low-toned growl came from Masaru as it was his usual go-to when angered. Albeit being seemingly ‘stood up’, the location was beautiful. It was like a small park, holding picnic tables and a wide area where it could be used for a multitude of things. He waited a bit more before he eventually began walking away, that was only for a few seconds before stopping after hearing an angelic voice shout towards him.
“Wait.. please wait.”
The female voice seemed to be highly out of breath. But she called for him again when the voice traced closer. The thick accent was hard to miss, even when only hearing a few words. He hadn’t fully turned around yet, but her scent was washing all over his senses. Masaru’s expression was as impervious as always but he eventually would turn, looking into the face of a petite girl. She was Asian heritage, dressed in casual clothes. Her almond formed eyes looking up at him, fearlessly. Something he probably wasn't used to.
“Please, wait. I have been running after you for the past miles.” She took a deep breath. “We have to talk, Masaru.”
"Huh?"
Responding in such an uncharacteristic way, the look of shock stood strong on his face. To hear his name be called in such a way, such a manner was considered disturbing to him. He made no move to come closer, maintaining his distance. Questions needed to be asked and answered and quick when it came to Masaru and his impatient, temperamental attitude. A stranger, knowing his name, calling for to meet at this spot. The look he was giving the woman, it was a strong one.
"How do you know my name? I don't know you and from that, I don't think there is much to discuss!"
Quick and right to the point, Masaru gave her the floor briefly to answer before he either left or do something questionable.
“Because there is someone we both know. So lose your attitude.” She replied with the attitude of a teenager.
He didn’t look impressed but on the tip of getting rather annoyed. Of course that young girl wouldn’t know how that -- running into him for the first time. On the inside she was rather nervous, but there was zero chance she would back off, not now. Not after going this far to chase him for the past hour.
“My name is Harumi. And I believe you know my father. His name is Akito.”
Again, the shock, hesitant to move as that name caused his left ear to wiggle. The chaotic flashbacks of the violent scenes that occurred during that point in time. He shook his head, not wanting to hear that name forge itself into his current life. He turned around and began stepping away.
"I don't know him. I don't know what you came here for Harumi but that name is not familiar with me. My time here is done."
Masaru, apparently running away from the past continually, now more than ever after hearing what he done just heard. A Sister? How? When? Where? So many questions he must was asking himself in his head. He whispered low to himself.
"A Sibling? My bastard Father? Never was there a mention of this or maybe that's why my Mother stayed mad at him for a long time in those last years of his life. Hm..."
A sigh came forth as another shake of his head came. His footsteps diminished as he turned, staring at the woman that was a good distance away. He cautiously returned back towards her, unsure if to truly believe her words.
“I don’t appreciate you calling me a bastard.” She almost whispered to herself.
It wasn't hard to spot that she was hurt by that comment. If she had done her research a little better -- she wouldn’t have been surprised. But instead this young girl stood there, half mad and half sad. Looking up at this strange individual that she was seeking out for so long.
"You seem bitter all of a sudden. Why?"
A slight change of tone, almost as if a 'caring' tone of voice from Masaru. Standing in front of Harumi. It was difficult to stare into the eyes of one Masaru for long period but Harumi was seemingly one to not back down. Possibly afraid, maybe but she stood there, a bit angered.
"He wasn't much of a Father. Maybe to you he was an Angel. He never appeared to see me as nothing more than a strange soul. We had no connection. You speak his name, frustration occurs. Did he tell you before he died that he had a bastard child? You come on this long journey to find me now?"
Again, trust issues. He wasn't sure if to trust this girl or just truly walk off and never turn back. He glared into her eyes after his words seemed to have maybe punctured a wound. Or maybe she wasn't expecting this sort of welcoming reaction.
“So you think of yourself as the only victim, don’t you? I hadn’t even known he was dead for a long time. He just didn’t appear anymore. But you make a big mistake thinking that I come here because I had nothing better to do.” Her accent was thick, her voice still quiet though. “Before my mother passed I found out I had a brother somewhere. And that was like two weeks ago. So thank you for being the last thing I hoped for.”
Harumi was cursing something in Japanese, her hands clenched into fists.
“I am not like our father. So do not punish me for what he did to you, neither do label me with the same adjectives you given him. He made me. He was there for a few years. That’s all.”
And as if the snap of fingers occurred, his demeanor shifted. He backed off a few inches, glaring at her. He was a bit speechless. Correction, completely speechless. Searching for the right words to combat with but there were none. He just stood there before slowly lowering his head.
"Sorry."
That was about all he could muster up in short time span. He just looked at her, stunned. Feeling that same emptiness he used to feel back some time. His tone, his reaction, really put him in a spot he didn't want to be in. Remorseful. However thanks to that small fire that was now started and lit, his father wasn't just bad to him but to her as well. Did he want to go even further with peeling back the layers to why he wasn't able to visit anymore? No. He was looking to just make this time well spent.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know. I usually don’t give much emotion. I always just turn the other cheek and keep moving. I wrongly spoke, just on my side. Two weeks ago you say?"
The girl swallowed hard. For a moment it was easy to spot that she was completely out of balance. Trying her best to remain on her two feet from what he could spot.
“Yeah. Last stage lung cancer. It is what it is.” Her tone was emotionless. “But I apologise that I couldn’t find you earlier. I apologise that he believe you were a freak. But if it helps you any further -- I was worthless because I am a girl.”
Masaru's eyes rolled hard after hearing that.
"I wish he could see the world as what it is now these days."
Lung cancer was no doubt a nice cover up to what really happened but the good thing was that all was gone. Finding and locating Masaru is a difficult task, how she even got access to send him a message to meet will be a mystery but this wasn't the time to focus on those question marks. Focus was now on the present.
"Truth be told, I am a lot different than I used to be. I would not probably be recognizable if you tried to find me years ago. Where do you reside?"
“I only seen one picture of you and that was fu….. Pretty old… I mean.” She blushed. “I am staying in one of those hostels. You know, where the young and hip people stay.”
For the first time she let her armor down, going as far as laughing. She didn’t expect him to laugh back. Looking at his serious expression, she wondered if he ever laughed in the first place. But nonetheless she stood there, picturing it.
Deep down he laughed but the expression on his face said otherwise. He pointed at the picnic bench table that was behind them as he and Harumi made their way over to it, sitting comfortably or at least attempting.
"You saw the quiet, undisturbed Masaru. Young, confused, just trying to fit somewhere. You spoke of hostels, I heard of those before but never visited one!"
Hostels, having heard of that a couple times in his existence albeit never visiting one he just lowered his head as his residence used to be him sitting beside a dumpster with a sandwich or liquor in hand. Rough lifestyle, memories that will never leave. It seemed as the two had calmed down more than slightly as Masaru understood where she came from earlier, resonating with him.
“Pictures don’t tell stories, Masaru. To be honest I know nothing about you in the first place, but something made me seek you out. Not because I expect anything from you. I don’t even know what to expect from life.” She made a small pause, playing with her jacket. “But I don’t wanna end up like so many people. Crying about wasted chances.”
Her almond formed eyes looked at him. Not in fear or disgust, something he was used to from people, but with curiosity. For whatever reason something in this girl made him curious too, although he wouldn’t express that yet. When she spoke again a certain naivety was swinging in her voice.
“The only thing I ever heard about you was that you are a fighter. Wrestler I think they call it. Do you enjoy that?”
He just stared at her, barely even blinking. Stuck on what she previously said, about not even knowing him besides the picture combined with not even knowing her place in life, it was like a stun. There, a blink or two occurred as he kicked out of his seemingly stunned stance as she was asking him a question that he only heard the end part of.
"I do these days enjoy it for what it is. Years ago, I couldn't say that. It was more to fight off the pain mentally. Recklessly throwing my body into environments that any other soul couldn't take. It was medicine to replace the medicine I never took. Feeling pain put a smile on my face. My body, while still okay, I have a million scars from this business."
He paused right there, not really wanting to dig up the past that current days has put underneath and buried. It was too dark and too deep for a wandering soul like Harumi, it was too soon to drop and tell everything. Masaru, a master at keeping a straight face, deep inside he was hurting as his his dark brown eyes struggled to keep dry.
But why was he by himself, in seemingly unknown territory, dressed like a character out of an anime book with the long trench coat that dragged the ground and smoke-colored shades that hid his eyes and more showcased off his wild hairdressing. What was going on? He even at his body language looked ‘lost’ as he turned in a complete circle. He was seemingly looking for someone or something but what? For him to make such moves as to come out to somewhere he is not completely fond of or used to, it had to be somewhat of importance. But again, whom was it that got Masaru out of his comforting place?
“Aha...another trap I’ve let myself fall into yet again. I should’ve just ignored.” He said as he looked around once more.
The suspense was seemingly at its peak as low-toned growl came from Masaru as it was his usual go-to when angered. Albeit being seemingly ‘stood up’, the location was beautiful. It was like a small park, holding picnic tables and a wide area where it could be used for a multitude of things. He waited a bit more before he eventually began walking away, that was only for a few seconds before stopping after hearing an angelic voice shout towards him.
“Wait.. please wait.”
The female voice seemed to be highly out of breath. But she called for him again when the voice traced closer. The thick accent was hard to miss, even when only hearing a few words. He hadn’t fully turned around yet, but her scent was washing all over his senses. Masaru’s expression was as impervious as always but he eventually would turn, looking into the face of a petite girl. She was Asian heritage, dressed in casual clothes. Her almond formed eyes looking up at him, fearlessly. Something he probably wasn't used to.
“Please, wait. I have been running after you for the past miles.” She took a deep breath. “We have to talk, Masaru.”
"Huh?"
Responding in such an uncharacteristic way, the look of shock stood strong on his face. To hear his name be called in such a way, such a manner was considered disturbing to him. He made no move to come closer, maintaining his distance. Questions needed to be asked and answered and quick when it came to Masaru and his impatient, temperamental attitude. A stranger, knowing his name, calling for to meet at this spot. The look he was giving the woman, it was a strong one.
"How do you know my name? I don't know you and from that, I don't think there is much to discuss!"
Quick and right to the point, Masaru gave her the floor briefly to answer before he either left or do something questionable.
“Because there is someone we both know. So lose your attitude.” She replied with the attitude of a teenager.
He didn’t look impressed but on the tip of getting rather annoyed. Of course that young girl wouldn’t know how that -- running into him for the first time. On the inside she was rather nervous, but there was zero chance she would back off, not now. Not after going this far to chase him for the past hour.
“My name is Harumi. And I believe you know my father. His name is Akito.”
Again, the shock, hesitant to move as that name caused his left ear to wiggle. The chaotic flashbacks of the violent scenes that occurred during that point in time. He shook his head, not wanting to hear that name forge itself into his current life. He turned around and began stepping away.
"I don't know him. I don't know what you came here for Harumi but that name is not familiar with me. My time here is done."
Masaru, apparently running away from the past continually, now more than ever after hearing what he done just heard. A Sister? How? When? Where? So many questions he must was asking himself in his head. He whispered low to himself.
"A Sibling? My bastard Father? Never was there a mention of this or maybe that's why my Mother stayed mad at him for a long time in those last years of his life. Hm..."
A sigh came forth as another shake of his head came. His footsteps diminished as he turned, staring at the woman that was a good distance away. He cautiously returned back towards her, unsure if to truly believe her words.
“I don’t appreciate you calling me a bastard.” She almost whispered to herself.
It wasn't hard to spot that she was hurt by that comment. If she had done her research a little better -- she wouldn’t have been surprised. But instead this young girl stood there, half mad and half sad. Looking up at this strange individual that she was seeking out for so long.
"You seem bitter all of a sudden. Why?"
A slight change of tone, almost as if a 'caring' tone of voice from Masaru. Standing in front of Harumi. It was difficult to stare into the eyes of one Masaru for long period but Harumi was seemingly one to not back down. Possibly afraid, maybe but she stood there, a bit angered.
"He wasn't much of a Father. Maybe to you he was an Angel. He never appeared to see me as nothing more than a strange soul. We had no connection. You speak his name, frustration occurs. Did he tell you before he died that he had a bastard child? You come on this long journey to find me now?"
Again, trust issues. He wasn't sure if to trust this girl or just truly walk off and never turn back. He glared into her eyes after his words seemed to have maybe punctured a wound. Or maybe she wasn't expecting this sort of welcoming reaction.
“So you think of yourself as the only victim, don’t you? I hadn’t even known he was dead for a long time. He just didn’t appear anymore. But you make a big mistake thinking that I come here because I had nothing better to do.” Her accent was thick, her voice still quiet though. “Before my mother passed I found out I had a brother somewhere. And that was like two weeks ago. So thank you for being the last thing I hoped for.”
Harumi was cursing something in Japanese, her hands clenched into fists.
“I am not like our father. So do not punish me for what he did to you, neither do label me with the same adjectives you given him. He made me. He was there for a few years. That’s all.”
And as if the snap of fingers occurred, his demeanor shifted. He backed off a few inches, glaring at her. He was a bit speechless. Correction, completely speechless. Searching for the right words to combat with but there were none. He just stood there before slowly lowering his head.
"Sorry."
That was about all he could muster up in short time span. He just looked at her, stunned. Feeling that same emptiness he used to feel back some time. His tone, his reaction, really put him in a spot he didn't want to be in. Remorseful. However thanks to that small fire that was now started and lit, his father wasn't just bad to him but to her as well. Did he want to go even further with peeling back the layers to why he wasn't able to visit anymore? No. He was looking to just make this time well spent.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know. I usually don’t give much emotion. I always just turn the other cheek and keep moving. I wrongly spoke, just on my side. Two weeks ago you say?"
The girl swallowed hard. For a moment it was easy to spot that she was completely out of balance. Trying her best to remain on her two feet from what he could spot.
“Yeah. Last stage lung cancer. It is what it is.” Her tone was emotionless. “But I apologise that I couldn’t find you earlier. I apologise that he believe you were a freak. But if it helps you any further -- I was worthless because I am a girl.”
Masaru's eyes rolled hard after hearing that.
"I wish he could see the world as what it is now these days."
Lung cancer was no doubt a nice cover up to what really happened but the good thing was that all was gone. Finding and locating Masaru is a difficult task, how she even got access to send him a message to meet will be a mystery but this wasn't the time to focus on those question marks. Focus was now on the present.
"Truth be told, I am a lot different than I used to be. I would not probably be recognizable if you tried to find me years ago. Where do you reside?"
“I only seen one picture of you and that was fu….. Pretty old… I mean.” She blushed. “I am staying in one of those hostels. You know, where the young and hip people stay.”
For the first time she let her armor down, going as far as laughing. She didn’t expect him to laugh back. Looking at his serious expression, she wondered if he ever laughed in the first place. But nonetheless she stood there, picturing it.
Deep down he laughed but the expression on his face said otherwise. He pointed at the picnic bench table that was behind them as he and Harumi made their way over to it, sitting comfortably or at least attempting.
"You saw the quiet, undisturbed Masaru. Young, confused, just trying to fit somewhere. You spoke of hostels, I heard of those before but never visited one!"
Hostels, having heard of that a couple times in his existence albeit never visiting one he just lowered his head as his residence used to be him sitting beside a dumpster with a sandwich or liquor in hand. Rough lifestyle, memories that will never leave. It seemed as the two had calmed down more than slightly as Masaru understood where she came from earlier, resonating with him.
“Pictures don’t tell stories, Masaru. To be honest I know nothing about you in the first place, but something made me seek you out. Not because I expect anything from you. I don’t even know what to expect from life.” She made a small pause, playing with her jacket. “But I don’t wanna end up like so many people. Crying about wasted chances.”
Her almond formed eyes looked at him. Not in fear or disgust, something he was used to from people, but with curiosity. For whatever reason something in this girl made him curious too, although he wouldn’t express that yet. When she spoke again a certain naivety was swinging in her voice.
“The only thing I ever heard about you was that you are a fighter. Wrestler I think they call it. Do you enjoy that?”
He just stared at her, barely even blinking. Stuck on what she previously said, about not even knowing him besides the picture combined with not even knowing her place in life, it was like a stun. There, a blink or two occurred as he kicked out of his seemingly stunned stance as she was asking him a question that he only heard the end part of.
"I do these days enjoy it for what it is. Years ago, I couldn't say that. It was more to fight off the pain mentally. Recklessly throwing my body into environments that any other soul couldn't take. It was medicine to replace the medicine I never took. Feeling pain put a smile on my face. My body, while still okay, I have a million scars from this business."
He paused right there, not really wanting to dig up the past that current days has put underneath and buried. It was too dark and too deep for a wandering soul like Harumi, it was too soon to drop and tell everything. Masaru, a master at keeping a straight face, deep inside he was hurting as his his dark brown eyes struggled to keep dry.
