Post by Maz on Jul 19, 2018 20:16:40 GMT
If you haven't read Part One, click the link HERE
And here they were as before, the look on Masaru’s face, a shake of his head as he had yet to continue, taking a moment to gather his words in correct fashion before releasing. There was visual pain on his face, a fast zoom back into the past and everything he had been involved with. Harumi patiently waited as he went to resume.
"After I ran away, a long journey to America, sleeping on and under cardboard. I had no direction. Only reason why I am where I am today was because of a torn flyer for a local wrestling competition. I guess someone saw something."
She looked at him and different than him she wasn't a master of downplaying her own emotions. Harumi was deeply shocked and to a degree hurt. Of course it was not her own pain but that didn’t smaller the impact. For a moment she thought about reaching out, taking his hand, but midway pulled back. Instead she took a deep breath, looking at him.
“And I sit here complaining about how shit things have been. I beg you pardon, Masaru. I can’t imagine a life like this or even get through it. I must have offended you with my lack of knowledge.”
"No offense taken. I wouldn't expect anyone to guess my backstory or the struggles, the pain I've been through. If it wasn't for my friend Aurora, I wouldn't be where I am at right now. Everyone else, intimidated by my approach, the aura I give off. No one wants much to do with me and it's fine because I'm used to it."
He sighed, his hands lightly trembling as he was quick to cover his mouth as he coughed, rather unexpectedly. He took a moment, covering his hands with his face, brushing his strands of hair from his face as it seemed his 'pores' were opening. Spewing things that more than likely he wouldn't say but...
"I have a condition. DID. Dissociative Identity Disorder. It's a mess, at a time, an uncontrollable mess but as mentioned, I disregarded the medicine, failing to take it as I in the end went through many changes. Things have calmed but it's just another wrinkle in the system. Enough about my 'wonderful' life. I've opened up more than I usually would to a stranger. You're due!"
She gave him a little smile. It was honest but tired one. It was hard to tell if it was was from her long journey, or a summary of the past months. Either way, for a moment she looked years older than she was.
“I am afraid I don't have a colourful story like yours. Or as catching. I have been living a pretty normal life. My mother worked three jobs, while the father was absent. But that's nothing new to you. I finished school not too long ago, failed to get my degree. Mostly cause of my mother's… passing.”
Another small pause. Her expression suddenly stoic.
“I am thankful you got your condition under control. It seems though they are very common in our family.”
Watching his expression, it changed again in hearing of her Mother passing and the effect it had on her schooling in getting a degree. His eyes aimed down, taking his eyes off of her as he let off a sigh, slightly shaking his head in the same breath.
"I'm glad things are seemingly under control too. Guess our Mothers were the only great thing to happen to us. They probably would've gotten along great..."
He stopped, pausing before he could finish as he shook his head. She had him feeling more loose by the moment. He was calmer, not tense as he was at first. At that moment, a loud "Hoooooot" was heard in the skies. A welcoming smile was on Masaru's face as he looked up and around, watching Olly, his Owl dive in for the landing on his jacket. Masaru reached in to his right-side pocket, pulling out a treat that was indescribable as he fed Olly. Harumi however slowly began to remove herself from the picnic table with caution. Masaru tapped on the wooden table for her to remain seated.
"Olly is my buddy. I rescued him. He's not going to hurt you. He only attacks if I give a certain signal. You are fine. Sit. Sorry for the loss of your Mother and I can understand on it affecting you deeply, taking you off your goal of making her proud with earning your degree. Understand that it isn't over. You can try again. Don't give up on it. I'm glad you got to live a much normal lifestyle. I would hate for you to go through what I've been through. It can and will break you."
Masaru however came closer towards Harumi, staring her in the eyes, as if trying to read her. He knocked on the wood of the table as the Owl flinched.
"Even with living a normal lifestyle, there is more beneath the layers. You say boring, I think differently. You have more."
She looked from him to the owl a few times then slowly reached out. The bird was looking at her in a typical curious yet caution manner. Her finger was coming closer as he pecked it. For a moment Harumi expected it to hurt -- but it didn’t. It was not more than a little sting. The owl gave away a satisfied noise which made her grin.
“It’s not that I am giving up, Masaru. Just time had been an enemy as of late. I had a lot of paper stuff to do with planning the funeral and getting rid of the house. Not that I could have kept it. It was an old house that needed care.” She coughed slightly. “I came here to search for a job. Wondering what I am good at, you know?”
He heard her through, the pitch of her voice changing as she further explained deeply to him of what she's done and attempting to do. He nodded his head, understanding that maybe that was all. There were no extra layers of depth. She was just looking for her place in the world. He understood that just based off how his process of thoughts were a longtime back.
"I just thought...there maybe have been more layers to the story but I understand now. That is a lot of stress. The planning, the selling of the house. A constrictor around your neck, squeezing as you could hardly breathe. So much and yes, I see why things faltered the way it has in your span. I'm not one who gives a lot of uplifting words BUT all I can say is to not give in. A Nurse, a Journalist. Is there a hobby you love or do when not tangled with everything else?"
She blushed.
“Oh, I didn’t mean for you to comfort me. I am sorry if that is what it felt like. You literally owe me nothing, I just thought since you been more honest with me than most people in my life -- I was repay you in the same way. Actually I have a sense for art. I like painting and drawing. But that is about all I have ever done.”
Harumi took a small pause still looking at the owl.
“And I highly doubt that is gonna give good money. So I better get my shit together and get something going.”
"Painting and drawing ... Art!"
His eyes enlarged as he thought for a moment before responding as he watched her grow more comfortable with Olly the Owl. Unphased. Hearing that she liked to paint and draw, he then went to continue to chime in.
"Creativity is a goldmine. Painting and drawing is art. You do get paid but unsure how much and unsure if everything sells and that could be a pain. There are alot of opportunities that you can take advantage with your creativity. The only thing I've grown a hint of creativity with is drawing blood on my opposition's body but that is another story."
He took a long sigh before resetting himself.
"I understand I don't owe you anything. I've only known you for what...almost thirty-minutes? I have nothing to hide. I am just more closed in to the simpletons in this world because not many understand even the simplest things. Finding out that you are well...half of a Sister, I look to help you find your way. Be a great half-Brother to you. A first."
“You are already great by just talking to me. I haven’t really talked to anyone in many days. And I don’t see why anyone would think you are strange. Or scary.” She giggled. “Looks can be fooling, brother. I could be the psychopath of the family.”
There was a laugh that came from Masaru that was loud enough to scare the birds out of the trees in the area they sat, conversating. Hearing Harumi say that truly made him giggle, as if to feel somewhat normal. He couldn't really even respond quickly to it, taking a moment to gather himself.
"Oh Harumi...you have a lot to learn about lil' old me. Make your head spin. I may look less criminal and less crazy right now but my demons screams otherwise. You are right, it isn't about the looks, anyone can be scary enough but without going into great detail ... I am very much a psychopath, a calmer one these days as long as I digest pills."
She looked at him hardly impressed by his words when reaching for her back. She was going through it a few moments, then slammed a bottle of pills on the table.
“Saying what? I told you the crazy is going strong in this family -- probably not in similar ways. But since you are a little off the loop and I am a little off the loop, we know we got someone to blame it on. The sperm donor.”
There was another laugh from Masaru, more of a light chuckle than full on laughter like moments ago. He watched her reach and throw down with aggression a bottle of pills on the table. He glanced at the label before staring at her.
"There is blame on him but more blame on myself for letting my rage hurt others during my case for help. I've hurt, actually killed because of the switches. I could laugh in your face and the next moment, strangle to no end. I did get help but all it did was make me hate it even more, putting gas and a match stick to work. I'm probably not supposed to be here. We have our issues and we have the supposed fix ... in those bottles but there is more blame on me than him."
He kept from saying what he wanted to say but left it as is. It hurt a bit taking more of the blame than putting it all on their Father. Masaru let his rage get the best of him. Looking at that bottle, he could only imagine how much pain and suffering she's had to deal with. Maybe she was suffering more than him. You could never read a book just by its cover.
“And maybe, just maybe, there is no blame at all. I am not sure you have ever tried to see the depth of whatever happened or is still happening. I am not very religious, but god made us the way we are. There was no accident. There was no mutation that made us the way we are. It is not fun. But then again we are the stronger ones.”
This time she didn’t hesitate to reach out for his hand. It was cold, almost freezing. But her grip was firm, yet somewhat gentle.
“I can only imagine what you have been through -- even with all the things you willingly told me. But the truth is, I don’t really care what you think you have done wrong. Or what all the anger and rage tells you to do. You are my family now. Maybe it is the crazy speaking, but that means a lot more to me than anything else.”
Her gentle grip soon brought warmth to his near-freezing hands. They both looked at each other, smiling as the two have connected better than expected. Harumi got Masaru to open up, more than he probably wanted to but at this point, it was okay. He actually felt comfortable as she kept the firm grip of his right hand.
"Family. You're already ushering in a positive ring to that word because I never felt that ever until now. Your words add a feeling that is good. It's just us. I don't know if he donated his sperm elsewhere but for right now, we are ... family and I am glad we are now connected. I didn't feel this way a bit ago but I gave you the chance and I made the right choice to stay and listen."
“You know those websites where you can search for possible siblings? DNA stuff and whatnot. I have been on those sites, but there are no matches as far as I am concerned. You are here though and you better be ready to have a really annoying little sister. One that can’t sing and still does it. One that can’t cook and still will try.”
She laughed out loud and without holding anything in. She looked up at him almost the same way the owl did.
"Oh my!"
The look on his face at that point, while smiling still, you could tell there was some growing concern as he gave a sigh but accepted it as a challenge.
"An annoying little sister who can't sing well and whose Culinary skills are the same level. Well, I guess we both will be ordering a lot. I will wear noise cancellers when you began to let off notes."
He laughed as the Owl let off a Hoot, as if displaying his vocals. Masaru nodded to Harumi.
"Maybe Olly can sing for the both of us."
Harumi admired the bird as the animal was growing on her already. She patted softly on the table, nothing as loud as her brother did. The owl came a little closer, obviously showing off.
“I can fully agree to the singing part. And ordering food? Is there anything else people do?”
"Technology has made things a lot easier for those who rely on ordering food. From dialing up the phone or even placing orders online to pick up. Things have changed. Ordering food and taking Selfies. About sums it up, I suppose."
Masaru, who had a phone, he merely did much with it or for that fact even on social media site, his activity was here and there. He didn't truly want to be drawn all into what the new wave has been doing.
"May have to either order a Chef or take up some lessons. For now, orders is the way."
He watched on as Olly made his way over towards Harumi, giving her his attention.
"He's responding well to you. His hesitance is gone."
Masaru displayed a smirk as he watched Olly play along with Harumi. His thoughts remained hidden as he watched on. Today was unexpected but very progressive in the end. He had more to care about now besides his Owl and his best friend, now it was his half-sister. Happily traumatized is probably the perfect way to sum up the feeling in Maz’s body this entire greeting. This was the first chapter but what would be next? Time would soon tell as the scenery and the three began to fade out.
And here they were as before, the look on Masaru’s face, a shake of his head as he had yet to continue, taking a moment to gather his words in correct fashion before releasing. There was visual pain on his face, a fast zoom back into the past and everything he had been involved with. Harumi patiently waited as he went to resume.
"After I ran away, a long journey to America, sleeping on and under cardboard. I had no direction. Only reason why I am where I am today was because of a torn flyer for a local wrestling competition. I guess someone saw something."
She looked at him and different than him she wasn't a master of downplaying her own emotions. Harumi was deeply shocked and to a degree hurt. Of course it was not her own pain but that didn’t smaller the impact. For a moment she thought about reaching out, taking his hand, but midway pulled back. Instead she took a deep breath, looking at him.
“And I sit here complaining about how shit things have been. I beg you pardon, Masaru. I can’t imagine a life like this or even get through it. I must have offended you with my lack of knowledge.”
"No offense taken. I wouldn't expect anyone to guess my backstory or the struggles, the pain I've been through. If it wasn't for my friend Aurora, I wouldn't be where I am at right now. Everyone else, intimidated by my approach, the aura I give off. No one wants much to do with me and it's fine because I'm used to it."
He sighed, his hands lightly trembling as he was quick to cover his mouth as he coughed, rather unexpectedly. He took a moment, covering his hands with his face, brushing his strands of hair from his face as it seemed his 'pores' were opening. Spewing things that more than likely he wouldn't say but...
"I have a condition. DID. Dissociative Identity Disorder. It's a mess, at a time, an uncontrollable mess but as mentioned, I disregarded the medicine, failing to take it as I in the end went through many changes. Things have calmed but it's just another wrinkle in the system. Enough about my 'wonderful' life. I've opened up more than I usually would to a stranger. You're due!"
She gave him a little smile. It was honest but tired one. It was hard to tell if it was was from her long journey, or a summary of the past months. Either way, for a moment she looked years older than she was.
“I am afraid I don't have a colourful story like yours. Or as catching. I have been living a pretty normal life. My mother worked three jobs, while the father was absent. But that's nothing new to you. I finished school not too long ago, failed to get my degree. Mostly cause of my mother's… passing.”
Another small pause. Her expression suddenly stoic.
“I am thankful you got your condition under control. It seems though they are very common in our family.”
Watching his expression, it changed again in hearing of her Mother passing and the effect it had on her schooling in getting a degree. His eyes aimed down, taking his eyes off of her as he let off a sigh, slightly shaking his head in the same breath.
"I'm glad things are seemingly under control too. Guess our Mothers were the only great thing to happen to us. They probably would've gotten along great..."
He stopped, pausing before he could finish as he shook his head. She had him feeling more loose by the moment. He was calmer, not tense as he was at first. At that moment, a loud "Hoooooot" was heard in the skies. A welcoming smile was on Masaru's face as he looked up and around, watching Olly, his Owl dive in for the landing on his jacket. Masaru reached in to his right-side pocket, pulling out a treat that was indescribable as he fed Olly. Harumi however slowly began to remove herself from the picnic table with caution. Masaru tapped on the wooden table for her to remain seated.
"Olly is my buddy. I rescued him. He's not going to hurt you. He only attacks if I give a certain signal. You are fine. Sit. Sorry for the loss of your Mother and I can understand on it affecting you deeply, taking you off your goal of making her proud with earning your degree. Understand that it isn't over. You can try again. Don't give up on it. I'm glad you got to live a much normal lifestyle. I would hate for you to go through what I've been through. It can and will break you."
Masaru however came closer towards Harumi, staring her in the eyes, as if trying to read her. He knocked on the wood of the table as the Owl flinched.
"Even with living a normal lifestyle, there is more beneath the layers. You say boring, I think differently. You have more."
She looked from him to the owl a few times then slowly reached out. The bird was looking at her in a typical curious yet caution manner. Her finger was coming closer as he pecked it. For a moment Harumi expected it to hurt -- but it didn’t. It was not more than a little sting. The owl gave away a satisfied noise which made her grin.
“It’s not that I am giving up, Masaru. Just time had been an enemy as of late. I had a lot of paper stuff to do with planning the funeral and getting rid of the house. Not that I could have kept it. It was an old house that needed care.” She coughed slightly. “I came here to search for a job. Wondering what I am good at, you know?”
He heard her through, the pitch of her voice changing as she further explained deeply to him of what she's done and attempting to do. He nodded his head, understanding that maybe that was all. There were no extra layers of depth. She was just looking for her place in the world. He understood that just based off how his process of thoughts were a longtime back.
"I just thought...there maybe have been more layers to the story but I understand now. That is a lot of stress. The planning, the selling of the house. A constrictor around your neck, squeezing as you could hardly breathe. So much and yes, I see why things faltered the way it has in your span. I'm not one who gives a lot of uplifting words BUT all I can say is to not give in. A Nurse, a Journalist. Is there a hobby you love or do when not tangled with everything else?"
She blushed.
“Oh, I didn’t mean for you to comfort me. I am sorry if that is what it felt like. You literally owe me nothing, I just thought since you been more honest with me than most people in my life -- I was repay you in the same way. Actually I have a sense for art. I like painting and drawing. But that is about all I have ever done.”
Harumi took a small pause still looking at the owl.
“And I highly doubt that is gonna give good money. So I better get my shit together and get something going.”
"Painting and drawing ... Art!"
His eyes enlarged as he thought for a moment before responding as he watched her grow more comfortable with Olly the Owl. Unphased. Hearing that she liked to paint and draw, he then went to continue to chime in.
"Creativity is a goldmine. Painting and drawing is art. You do get paid but unsure how much and unsure if everything sells and that could be a pain. There are alot of opportunities that you can take advantage with your creativity. The only thing I've grown a hint of creativity with is drawing blood on my opposition's body but that is another story."
He took a long sigh before resetting himself.
"I understand I don't owe you anything. I've only known you for what...almost thirty-minutes? I have nothing to hide. I am just more closed in to the simpletons in this world because not many understand even the simplest things. Finding out that you are well...half of a Sister, I look to help you find your way. Be a great half-Brother to you. A first."
“You are already great by just talking to me. I haven’t really talked to anyone in many days. And I don’t see why anyone would think you are strange. Or scary.” She giggled. “Looks can be fooling, brother. I could be the psychopath of the family.”
There was a laugh that came from Masaru that was loud enough to scare the birds out of the trees in the area they sat, conversating. Hearing Harumi say that truly made him giggle, as if to feel somewhat normal. He couldn't really even respond quickly to it, taking a moment to gather himself.
"Oh Harumi...you have a lot to learn about lil' old me. Make your head spin. I may look less criminal and less crazy right now but my demons screams otherwise. You are right, it isn't about the looks, anyone can be scary enough but without going into great detail ... I am very much a psychopath, a calmer one these days as long as I digest pills."
She looked at him hardly impressed by his words when reaching for her back. She was going through it a few moments, then slammed a bottle of pills on the table.
“Saying what? I told you the crazy is going strong in this family -- probably not in similar ways. But since you are a little off the loop and I am a little off the loop, we know we got someone to blame it on. The sperm donor.”
There was another laugh from Masaru, more of a light chuckle than full on laughter like moments ago. He watched her reach and throw down with aggression a bottle of pills on the table. He glanced at the label before staring at her.
"There is blame on him but more blame on myself for letting my rage hurt others during my case for help. I've hurt, actually killed because of the switches. I could laugh in your face and the next moment, strangle to no end. I did get help but all it did was make me hate it even more, putting gas and a match stick to work. I'm probably not supposed to be here. We have our issues and we have the supposed fix ... in those bottles but there is more blame on me than him."
He kept from saying what he wanted to say but left it as is. It hurt a bit taking more of the blame than putting it all on their Father. Masaru let his rage get the best of him. Looking at that bottle, he could only imagine how much pain and suffering she's had to deal with. Maybe she was suffering more than him. You could never read a book just by its cover.
“And maybe, just maybe, there is no blame at all. I am not sure you have ever tried to see the depth of whatever happened or is still happening. I am not very religious, but god made us the way we are. There was no accident. There was no mutation that made us the way we are. It is not fun. But then again we are the stronger ones.”
This time she didn’t hesitate to reach out for his hand. It was cold, almost freezing. But her grip was firm, yet somewhat gentle.
“I can only imagine what you have been through -- even with all the things you willingly told me. But the truth is, I don’t really care what you think you have done wrong. Or what all the anger and rage tells you to do. You are my family now. Maybe it is the crazy speaking, but that means a lot more to me than anything else.”
Her gentle grip soon brought warmth to his near-freezing hands. They both looked at each other, smiling as the two have connected better than expected. Harumi got Masaru to open up, more than he probably wanted to but at this point, it was okay. He actually felt comfortable as she kept the firm grip of his right hand.
"Family. You're already ushering in a positive ring to that word because I never felt that ever until now. Your words add a feeling that is good. It's just us. I don't know if he donated his sperm elsewhere but for right now, we are ... family and I am glad we are now connected. I didn't feel this way a bit ago but I gave you the chance and I made the right choice to stay and listen."
“You know those websites where you can search for possible siblings? DNA stuff and whatnot. I have been on those sites, but there are no matches as far as I am concerned. You are here though and you better be ready to have a really annoying little sister. One that can’t sing and still does it. One that can’t cook and still will try.”
She laughed out loud and without holding anything in. She looked up at him almost the same way the owl did.
"Oh my!"
The look on his face at that point, while smiling still, you could tell there was some growing concern as he gave a sigh but accepted it as a challenge.
"An annoying little sister who can't sing well and whose Culinary skills are the same level. Well, I guess we both will be ordering a lot. I will wear noise cancellers when you began to let off notes."
He laughed as the Owl let off a Hoot, as if displaying his vocals. Masaru nodded to Harumi.
"Maybe Olly can sing for the both of us."
Harumi admired the bird as the animal was growing on her already. She patted softly on the table, nothing as loud as her brother did. The owl came a little closer, obviously showing off.
“I can fully agree to the singing part. And ordering food? Is there anything else people do?”
"Technology has made things a lot easier for those who rely on ordering food. From dialing up the phone or even placing orders online to pick up. Things have changed. Ordering food and taking Selfies. About sums it up, I suppose."
Masaru, who had a phone, he merely did much with it or for that fact even on social media site, his activity was here and there. He didn't truly want to be drawn all into what the new wave has been doing.
"May have to either order a Chef or take up some lessons. For now, orders is the way."
He watched on as Olly made his way over towards Harumi, giving her his attention.
"He's responding well to you. His hesitance is gone."
Masaru displayed a smirk as he watched Olly play along with Harumi. His thoughts remained hidden as he watched on. Today was unexpected but very progressive in the end. He had more to care about now besides his Owl and his best friend, now it was his half-sister. Happily traumatized is probably the perfect way to sum up the feeling in Maz’s body this entire greeting. This was the first chapter but what would be next? Time would soon tell as the scenery and the three began to fade out.
